"I don't know what to do?" said Ron in a panic.
"Use any magic you can think of, anything, here's your soul, as long as..." His voice stopped abruptly, and a green light shot out from the front of the tall Riddle's wand, hitting his eyebrows.
His eyes stared weakly ahead, full of unwillingness, his expression gradually solidified, no trace of blood could be seen on his pale face, he fell straight back, his body shattered and dissipated.
Ron couldn't believe that such a powerful Riddle died like this!
But considering that it was Riddle who killed him, it didn't seem surprising.
undefinedHe doesn't really die like that, does he?
Ron thought so, but he didn't have the mind to take care of it right away, his body trembled, and he saw Riddle, who had an evil smile on his face, turn to him, and the green magic light converged on the front of his end.
"The guy in the way is finally gone, now it's your turn, Ron!" said Riddle suavely.
Although with a smile, it is not pleasant at all.
"I wanted to deal with you for a long time, but you hid it, and here is your soul. It's really hard to find you if you hide your whole heart. You don't listen to what you say. I should thank that guy, he put you Called out, let us meet in this form."
"Are you the guy who talked to me earlier?"
"Yeah, I wanted to lure you out." Riddle said with a smile, raising his wand, "Goodbye then, Ron, I'll use your body well, draw your life force, thank you for being All that Lord Voldemort has contributed!"
The green light flashed, but it didn't hit Ron. His body disappeared, Apparated to the side, and the spell shot and landed on the ground.
Ron stared blankly at the opposite Riddle, as if he understood something.
He didn't cast a spell just now, and he didn't prepare the Apparition Charm. He just wanted to avoid Riddle's death curse, and his body moved like this. He did Apparate, just because he wanted to.
Ron seems to understand why he says this is his soul, why he is the master here, why that Riddle just let him use all the magic he can think of, anything, because as long as he can think of a spell, he can use it come out.
This is his home ground!
Under the blessing of the power of the soul, all the power here belongs to him.
In other words, no matter what magic he uses, he can succeed.
Excited and excited, Ron turned his wand to Riddle, thinking about killing him.
He's going to use the Killing Curse!
As soon as the thought came up, the green magic light appeared and shot at Riddle on the opposite side.
The smile on Riddle's face disappeared, and instantly disappeared in place, avoiding Ron's death curse.
He quickly recited the incantation and unleashed fiery fire. With the wand in Riddle's hand, he knew very well that he had to kill Ron as soon as possible to end the battle, before Ron truly adapted to the power of the soul, otherwise he had no chance of winning.
When Ron figured out how to use his power, the situation on both sides was turned upside down.
The fierce fire burned more and more vigorously, occupying almost the entire platform. The flames turned into terrifying creatures and surrounded Ron from all directions.
Ron frantically tried to put the fire out, but it was no use thinking that way.
He didn't know how to restrain the magic of Li Huo, the power of the soul could not appear out of thin air.
While the flames were burning, the monsters that the flames turned into roared. Riddle's attacks kept coming, leaving him less and less room to dodge.
This is no way to go on like this. Ron racked his brains thinking about the spells of interest that he knew, and he immediately thought of the magic that Ivan had used, which was a metamorphosis, and he hurried to use this magic.
In the rumbling sound, the ground quickly bulged upwards, holding Ron up.
In the huge roar, I saw a huge stone man emerge from the ground, it has been upwards, and it is hundreds of feet high.
Ron sat on the stone man's head, and while shaking, the terrifying monsters that Riddle and Li Huo had transformed into all turned into little black dots, and could no longer hurt him.
Rumbling, Ron controlled the huge stone man to step on Riddle hard.
The Fiery Fire Spell, which had lost its target, also began to attack Riddle.
Ron controls the change of the stone to limit the attack on Riddle. He has never used polymorphism so easily before. As long as he thinks of something, the stone can change into the corresponding shape.
It's a sense of mastery that Ron uses with increasing proficiency.
For the first time, he really felt the power so clearly.
"So this is what it feels like to master power?" Ron waved his hand, and dozens of spells formed in the air and attacked Riddle.
He gradually realized that no action was needed.
Thoughts, power.
He's in control of everything here, and Riddle below is a prime target.
When Ron became familiar with how to use the power of the soul, an amazing scene followed. All kinds of magic, like a blizzard, swept towards Riddle with astonishing power.
Riddle had nowhere to hide, and he took the magic hard. Under the intensive attack of magic, his body quickly became shattered, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
No matter how strong Riddle is, in Ron's soul, he is not Ron's opponent.
If there is one adjective to add to the next situation in this battle, it is crushing.
What does it feel like to use magic to smash Voldemort, Ron felt it today!
Riddle on the ground is so finished, the simplicity is unbelievable.
Even Riddle was a soul fragment without a real entity, but under such a terrifying magical attack, his soul power soon disappeared and could not be replenished.
Dignified Riddle!
Boyhood Voldemort!
So humiliating dissipated!
Ron destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux, but he didn't stop, he kept using magic, he had never been so happy as today.
The smashing is so cool, a huge dizziness rises in the body. Unprecedented exhaustion followed, and the scene in front of him became blurred.
Before Ron could react, his eyes darkened and he fell straight from the Golem.
…
In the room, many people stared nervously at Ron on the bed, their expressions solemn and nervous.
When it was learned from Harry and Hermione that fifteen-year-old Riddle could save Ron and solve Voldemort's Horcrux magic, the Weasleys and all the members of the Order of the Phoenix still at 12 Grimmauld Place came. Everyone wanted to know what was going on, because there were too many people, and in the end only the Weasleys, Bill, Fleur, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Sirius and others were left.
"Is that Riddle, the boy Voldemort, trustworthy?" Sirius asked, his eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit room, his face unmistakably skeptical.
Regarding Ron's matter, after knowing the ins and outs, he has always blamed himself.
Back then, he was the one who took Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and Ron to the Centaur ruins for an adventure. Ron was possessed by Voldemort's Horcrux magic, and Sirius always felt that he was responsible. Including the follow-up, Ron was controlled by black magic so many times, which was also related to this incident.
Sirius felt that he was going to save the boy. But he never thought of letting the boy Voldemort help Ron.
It sounds like a fantasy, and it's ridiculous.
undefined"It should be trusted." Harry said uncertainly, "I've seen him a few times in Dumbledore, but I haven't had much contact with him. Dumbledore and Ivan communicate with him more, and they all think he's fine. ."
"And, we have no other way now," Hermione added.
"It sounds strange to have Voldemort save Ron," Fleur commented.
"No matter who it is, as long as it can save Ron..." Before Mrs. Weasley finished speaking, a white ball of light floated out of Ron's ear.
Between the shaking of light and shadow, the body of fifteen-year-old Riddle appeared in front of everyone.
His face was pale, and his body became much darker, almost transparent. He doesn't look good now compared to how he looked before.
"How is Ron? Did you succeed?" the crowd asked hurriedly.
"I awakened his soul consciousness, but whether he can successfully defeat that soul fragment in the end depends on him. In his soul, he himself is the master." Riddle said.
"What are you talking about? We don't understand!"
"That's not surprising, since you know nothing about soul magic," Riddle said.
"Don't play tricks with us, Riddle!" cried Sirius. "Tell us all about Ron's situation before I lose my patience and tear you apart."
"Sirius Black? I've heard your story that you turned your back on the old traditions of your family and chose Gryffindor House. Tsk tsk tsk, from what I know about your father, he must be extremely disappointed. Mr. Black He was a good man, and I was generously funded by him when I was a student at Hogwarts."
"You guys are just all the way, pure-blooded madmen, put away that shit, it won't confuse me." Sirius shouted, "Now, answer my question."
"Seriously, you should really control your temper. I now probably know why you chose Gryffindor. Even the most pure wizard family will always have some freaks. It's not surprising. It was felt at Hogwarts that our family of pure-blood wizards needed to change."
"Answer my question, right away."
"Okay, okay," said Riddle meekly, "As you can see, I did my best for this, paid a huge price for it, and was killed once by the guy inside, even the power of the source of the soul. Lost, I am the benefactor of this boy, but whether Ron can wake up in the end depends on his own will. If he can defeat that guy in his soul, then he will destroy the Horcrux."
"What are we going to do now?"
"Be patient, Ron wins, and the Horcrux magic will be stripped from his body."
"What if he fails?"
"Then I personally suggest that you better kill him immediately, because once he fails, Ron's soul consciousness will dissipate, and his body will be occupied by Voldemort's soul fragments, and the Horcrux will control his body and absorb him. and resurrected based on it." Riddle said solemnly, and paused for a while, "I guess the winner will be decided soon, if you have no opinion, I want to go to rest first."
"You stay here and don't go anywhere." Sirius said bluntly, drawing his wand and pointing at fifteen-year-old Riddle, "If Ron fails, you will be buried with him."
"This is not the way to repay a benefactor."
"We didn't kill you immediately, it's already the greatest kindness."
"If that makes you feel better, I'll stay here," said Riddle, "but I must say, Sirius, your magic can't do me any harm. I really want to help you. , that's why I stay here, Dumbledore and Irving Mason also promised me before..."
No one paid him any attention, and everyone was staring nervously at Ron on the bed.
Time passed very slowly, and every second seemed as long as a century.
Suddenly, a painful expression appeared on Ron's face. He seemed to be in great pain, and Harry felt his scars hurt more and more, and he could clearly feel the breath of Voldemort's Horcrux on Ron's body, right in front of him.
"He did it!" said Riddle suddenly. As soon as he finished speaking, a dark mark emerged from the back of Ron's neck, getting brighter and brighter.
In an instant, the Dark Mark was separated from Ron. It flashed a strange light, very unstable, and cracks appeared in the position of the skull.
Soon, cracks covered the entire mark.
The Dark Mark just shattered and disappeared, and Harry felt the pain from the scar diminish, but the pained look on Ron's face didn't go away, and he didn't wake up.
"Ron!"
"How is this going?"
"This idiot, he probably thinks that the power of the soul can be used at will." Riddle glanced at Ron on the bed, "The rest of the problem is not for me to deal with, you better prepare some for him to nourish the soul to supplement the gods. Knowing the potion, he will recover, probably. I'm going back, don't call me until the last moment."
After he finished speaking, despite everyone's opposition, his body gradually faded and disappeared.
Ron on the bed, the pained expression on his face disappeared. He snorted, as if to wake up.
In any case, Ron is finally out of Voldemort's control, and the nightmare is over!
...
Late at night, Godric's Hollow. In the suffocating darkness, four figures appeared in an empty alley.
Above is a dark blue sky, and the stars are already shimmering. Some houses stood on both sides of narrow alleys, with only a few windows still lit, and not far ahead, bright golden streetlights indicated the center of the village.
"We're here, this is Godric's Hollow," said a middle-aged man with a beard and a pot belly. "It's a lot different from before, but it's natural. I haven't been back for many years."
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