Chương 187: Chapter 187: Tom's Death (Edited)
"This is very dangerous, are you sure you want to use yourself as bait?"
"Professor Dumbledore, it's my duty, leave it in my hands, there's no better time to fish than now."
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"Have you learned how [Sister] works yet? Let her fight Snape in the front, you just need to wear this bracelet and hide behind the remote control. If [Sister] is controlled, then throw these things out--"
"Multijuice Potion is a magical potion that allows the drinker to take the form of another person, depending on the quality of the potion brewed, the effects of Multijuice Potion can last anywhere from 10 minutes to 12 hours..."
"Hermione, lend me one of your hair ... to drink this Multijuice Potion, I'll drink it .... Coffee with milk? You taste so good..."
...
Tom remembered his earlier conversation with Dumbledore and Hermione, and stood calmly before Riddle, facing the Dark Lord, the cruelest and most murderous of all wizards, whom no other wizard dared even call by name.
He felt a little relieved that, after expending so much effort, he had finally caught the big fish, Riddle.
"Tom... Yodel?!" Riddle's brow furrowed sharply as he heard the name: it sounded all too familiar. It had already impressed Riddle, but having fallen victim to the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, and now being in the hospital, Riddle had gradually forgotten this person's existence.
"How did he get here?" Riddle was confused, "And why is he a girl?".
Standing in front of Riddle, Hermione took off her robe so it wouldn't get in the way during the fight. Tom tossed her into a corner of the common room.
"I hear you know a lot about magic, that's great..." Tom looked at Riddle, straightening his collar and holding his wand in one hand....
"Diffindo!"
"Bombarda!"
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged blows for a round, Tom got his guard up and attacked first, but Riddle reacted faster than he expected, the spell going for him. But neither man's spell hit the other. Tom's Sectioning Charm cut a tapestry in two, while Riddle turned a table into firewood.
Tom pulled a small silver button from his pocket and pressed it hard. At the same time, he lifted a table next to him and rolled to avoid a killing curse thrown by Riddle.
"I guess the legendary Avada Kedavra isn't that big of a deal, it doesn't even penetrate the table." Tom allowed himself the luxury of sneering. The Avada Kedavra Curse is the most striking of dark magic. It claims to kill on impact, but you have to be able to hit it! However, the Curse can be blocked by solid barriers such as walls and shields. ...
Riddle's face sank like water, his wrist twitched and the wand drew a beautiful arc, and the pieces of wood that had been shattered by the spell on the ground turned into venomous snakes, spitting their tongues and running towards Tom.
"Wingardium leviosa!" With a Levitation Charm, Tom floated the snakes and tossed them out the window.
Riddle took a deep breath, he realized he couldn't do anything with Tom for a while!
After two rounds of fighting Riddle, Tom discovered that he really had no advantage in the spell duel, so he transformed directly and a giant green snake appeared in the Ravenclaw common room.
The only reason he was able to transform at will was that Riddle was still in student form, and the Killing Curse had not yet reached the level of Voldemort's later mastery. The large magical creatures he transformed into were all quite thick and fleshy, and would have no problem with a couple of killing spells.
After transforming, he would most likely become a target, but other aspects of the ability would also improve considerably, with mixed advantages and disadvantages.
"Hiss-ho!" Tom looked straight into Riddle's eyes, and their gazes met.
By now, the smell in the Great Dining Hall had completely dissipated and Snape was standing in front of Lockhart, pointing his wand at his nose.
"It's over." Snape's breathing was unsteady, it had taken a lot of energy for him to finish Lockhart off. Snape, no longer the cool, calm man he had been before the duel, had turned into an absolute mess. His black robe was torn and badly burned, his face was colored, and his greasy hair was burned by the flames and curled.
She had just been through an uphill battle, not only figuring out what spells she could use [Sister], but also experimenting with the various prank toys the Weasley brothers had invented. Good thing Lockhart's alchemical puppet was a mediocre fighter, or Snape might have gone down for real.
Her opponent seemed much more decent, having lost his wand and controller and being entangled in a pair of vipers, unable to move. As the controller had fallen to the ground, the [Sister] stopped attacking and remained silent. Since she was a teaching tool, Snape gave her no further trouble. If it had been a real duel, Snape would have torn the [Sister] to pieces, regardless of whether the controller was in control or not.
"Excellent fight..." Lockhart wanted to say something, but was interrupted by [Sister]'s unusual behavior. Suddenly, he resumed his actions and ran upstairs.
"What's going on?" Snape was startled, his wand tensed warily, "What orders did you give her?"
Lockhart shook his head in a daze. She too seemed confused by [Sister]'s abnormal behavior. It stands to reason that as long as she does not give instructions, [Sister] will always be on standby. Her behavior at this time was very abnormal
"I didn't do anything.... Did she break down in battle?"
Snape: "..."
"Lockhart was also a bit anxious: I'm not going to pay for it, am I? I can't pay for this alchemical puppet, even if he sells me! But Professor Snape seems to have plenty of money....
While he was thinking, [Sister] had disappeared from his sight.
The young wizards didn't know what to think, but they could see that the duel was over, so they clapped their hands and thanked the two professors wholeheartedly. "To see such a wonderful duel, it's not a loss today!" many of the young wizards thought the same thing.
The tide of battle in the Ravenclaw common room had turned dramatically in Tom's favor. Transforming into a basilisk, Tom managed to meet Riddle's eyes, who immediately stiffened and had difficulty moving. But Tom could sense that this petrification was only temporary.
What he copied is not the basilisk's Killing Gaze, it can only petrify living beings, and Riddle's current state is not considered a living being, so the power of the Gaze must be further weakened, and it can only freeze Riddle for a short period of time.
However, it was time enough, and with a vague sense of unease in his mind, Tom wasted no time in opening his bloodied maw, baring his saber-sized fangs, and lunging at Riddle. He was less than an inch away from Riddle when a cold voice said.
"Bombarda!"
Tom's feeling of discomfort peaked, he shrank back a little, the next moment he felt as if he had been hit by a truck and went flying, landing hard on the ground, the scales on his back were shredded, flesh and bone exposed to the air.
"What a powerful explosive curse." Tom was surprised, his own basilisk body was very strong, but he didn't think a blast spell could break through his defenses, if he hadn't shrunk a little, his back might have been blown off. He looked towards the source of the spell and saw a somewhat disembodied figure, a blur, like a Hogwarts ghost, but the size of an adult. Unlike Riddle, this strange man's face appeared to be burnt, his features blurred and distorted like wax, and his complexion was white as snow. When Tom looked up, he closed his eyes.
"A rare magical ability, is it your Animagus form?" his voice was louder, colder, and more arrogant than Riddle's, who had lost all affability, leaving only an overbearing arrogance.
Tom ignored him, his gaze fixed on the crown on the man's head.
"The Ravenclaw crown..." whispered Tom, "I didn't expect you two to mix."
"Nothing surprising, we are one, we're just too weak and old to be connected. As long as we're some distance apart, we can still sense each other."
"What should I call you? Tom Riddle or.... Voldemort?"
The man grimaced, less like the usual Tom Riddle.
"It's still Voldemort, so it's easier to distinguish." Tom said to himself, although he could have been killed by a Killing Curse, he didn't change his basilisk form, because the basilisk's "Killing Gaze" and its poisonous teeth, could destroy Horcruxes, and were the most powerful weapons he had at the time. Although he cannot kill his enemies with his gaze, being petrified for a few seconds in combat can be fatal. That's why Voldemort always avoided direct contact with Tom's eyes.
He stood on guard, his body tense: the Ravenclaw crown housed the adult Voldemort, the most dangerous wizard in the entire magical world. Across the room, Riddle was back in action, gripping his wand tightly in his hand, a wand that had previously belonged to Victoria, who had attacked the girl, taking her life force and then taking her wand.
Voldemort opened his eyes, the whites of which appeared to be permanently bloodshot, with occasional flashes of red. He looked at the statue of Ravenclaw in the doorway.
"Wit is man's greatest wealth." He read quietly, "That's right, with wisdom and knowledge comes power, and with power comes dominion...your name is Tom Yodel, right?"
He said to Tom, "You are the one with the power, follow me and I can give you everything. You don't even have to stay at this school anymore, I know all the spells the teachers teach, and I know countless more spells that they wouldn't even think of...".
She tempted Tom like a viper under the apple tree in the Garden of Eden.
"I can understand your thirst for knowledge, you are the most like me in all of Hogwarts, follow me..."
As he was being persuasive, the doorbell of the common room door suddenly burst, and from the other side of the door came a pleasant voice asking, "What does death mean?"
"Death means a new beginning, and the end of the present, like a final examination." Tom answered without thinking.
The Bhagavad Gita expresses the idea that when the body dies, the soul enters another body, just as a man takes off his old clothes and puts on new ones, the soul leaves the old and useless body and enters a new material body. The Egyptian philosopher and theologian Origen said that every soul comes into the world strong from success in a previous life or weak from failure in a previous life, and that its activity in this life determines its situation in the next.
It's like a final exam, isn't it? Once the exams are over, the student moves on to a new grading, his performance on this exam depends on what he has accumulated during the semester, and his performance on the final exam determines where he will rank at the beginning of the next semester.
The door to the Common Room opened. There are no set answers to these questions, only common sense.
Sister] walked in alone.
Tom pressed a button at the first sign of combat, activating a command he had left on [Sister] to bring her back to him automatically.
There was a flash of green light, but the [Sister] just catapulted out, unharmed. Avada Kedavra could kill a living creature directly, but the [Sister] was a puppet, a dead thing, so she could not "die."
While Voldemort was distracted by the attack on [Sister], Tom changed from his basilisk form, rolled to the edge of the fireplace, and pressed the button twice to activate [Sister]'s automatic combat mode.
It is said to be automatic combat, but in fact, there were several sets of spell casting cycles that he had designed and the transfiguration spell that Professor McGonagall had originally assigned to him: Professor McGonagall can let [Sister] attack the enemy independently, just like the school statues in wartime. It's just that Tom doesn't normally activate this function, and today he was too busy fighting to do both.
When he finished, he was about to put the button back in his pocket, but a spell flew out and blew his hiding place to pieces, which would have seriously injured him if he hadn't reacted quickly enough. However, the flying debris caused the button to fly out of his hand and fall to the ground, breaking in two.
Although the button was broken, it didn't matter much, the [Sister] was already on the move, spells shooting from the tip of her wand like water, fighting Voldemort. Sister]'s strengths were her flesh and her willingness to die, and the spells handled by McGonagall and Flitwick were of a good standard, but a bit stiff. Voldemort's strengths are his combat experience and his understanding of spells, but he is not in the right state, his body is not as physical as Riddle's, and his wand is a second-hand find from the Room of the Masters, so his spells are not as good as they could be, which is why it was hard to fight [Sister] for a while
If Voldemort were in his normal state, it would be easy to deal with such a rigid puppet.
On the other hand, Tom and Riddle were also facing each other. Riddle's eyes narrowed in defense of Tom's stare.
Just as they were about to exchange blows, footsteps were heard coming from the Ravenclaw dormitory and Peggy entered the fray.
"Back off!" shouted Tom unconsciously, seeing Peggy raise her wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" Riddle took advantage of his moment of distraction to cast another Killing Curse, which Tom easily dodged.
"This isn't where you're supposed to...," Tom shouted at Peggy after dodging the Killing Curse, trying to get her to hide first, but he sensed something was wrong.
"Why is she here? Wait..." A thought flashed through his mind, and he realized most of it in an instant.
However, it was already too late.
A green light flashed from the tip of Peggy's staff.
"Avada Kedavra."
The green light illuminated Tom's face and Peggy thought she saw a red flash, but she wasn't sure.
The Killing Curse hit Tom firmly in the chest, his body held the movement for the last second and he fell downward.
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