The secret room filled with green light fell into a long-lost silence, and the cold air was filled with suffocating pressure.
The basilisk in the cage seemed to have regained some courage. It raised its head slightly and used its keen magic sense to capture the direction of its great master's descendants. The scarlet snake's constant opening and shrinking movements revealed its uneasiness, but... The huge magic source standing a few steps in front of it made it dare not move rashly.
Amosta and Tom Riddle looked at each other. They were both wizards who could see through many things through induction. Although they didn't speak, they had already gotten a glimpse of each other's reality.
"You don't have to be like this, Professor Brain, we are friends, not enemies, aren't we?"
In the end, it was Riddle who spoke first. He had not yet been fully revived and was undoubtedly on the disadvantaged side in the confrontation with Amos. He smiled restrainedly and spoke softly and politely, just like Amos. Ta is really like his teacher,
"I heard from Harry Potter some things about you in the past and after returning to Hogwarts this time. Professor Brain, there is no doubt that you are not the common mediocre person who does nothing. We are all The kind of unique elite in the eyes of the great Salazar Slytherin, but now, Hogwarts and even the wizarding world are occupied by hypocrites and a group of idiots who can only whitewash peace. The world is in desperate need of change, and we are the only ones. ..”
"Mr. Voldemort--"
Amosta interrupted Riddle's speech. He tilted his head and looked directly at the core of the Horcrux in front of him with penetrating eyes. The wand was spinning on his fingertips. Amosta used a lazy Said in a proud tone,
"Do you think this is the first time I've faced your Horcrux?"
Riddle stopped talking. He showed surprise. The calculation in his eyes quickly turned into the red light that appears when a hungry wolf is hunting. The wrinkled nose made his delicate face become ferocious and ugly.
"What's the meaning!"
Riddle seemed to have given up his disguise. He glared at Amosta fiercely and asked,
"Horcrux... what is that thing? You mean, you have faced my original body before, right? Then you should know that Voldemort is the greatest wizard in history. His power is what those idiots have discovered." Even an empty head can’t imagine it!”
Amosta pursed his lips. He saw something more in the illusory figure of the boy in front of him. It was not evil magic, nor heart-stopping magic, but a soul, a soul that shone with color!
This is really a wonderful thing!
Amosta still remembers the soul fragment that he faced when he destroyed the crown, which was completely soaked in endless evil desires and darkness. It was something that was completely incommunicable and could only use bewitching magic to lure people into giving. own life.
"-Amosta Brain, if you have dealt with Dumbledore, you should know that he is a narrow-minded villain. He is wary of all talented young people and deliberately wants to destroy them. With your talents, I can guarantee you that Dumbledore will deal with you one day... Oh, no, he has already taken action, hasn't he?"
Amosta's increasingly oppressive gaze made Riddle feel like he was stuck in his throat. He turned his lips and said in a fast tone,
"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, it was Dumbledore who advised you to do this, right? Everyone knows that this course has been cursed by the Dark Lord himself, and he wants to use this to kill you... Take me away from here, Brian, when I recover all my magic power, I can help you deal with Dumbledore!"
Amosta had never dealt with Voldemort, who had become the second generation Dark Lord, but the Tom Riddle in front of him was indeed a cunning guy who was very good at finding opportunities.
"It seems that this diary is the first Horcrux you made, right?"
What Amosta said softly made Riddle speechless. He seemed to realize that no matter what he said, the rising star of Slytherin House was determined to kill him.
"--Emotions come from the soul, and the evil magic of Horcrux will first strip away the reason and emotion in the soul, turning the person into a madman controlled by desire..."
Da da...
When Amosta took steps forward, the purple in his eyes began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the influence of the magic power that was strong enough to make the fire dragon tremble, the purple color lingering around Amosta's body The air was twisted like the space on an asphalt road that had been scorched by the sun in the summer.
There was a sudden rumble in the large and empty secret room, and the basilisk in the cage hissed in fear. It hid the snake's head in its coiled body, and seemed to have met the end of Tom Riddle.
The sculpture of Salazar Slytherin, which is flush with the ceiling, silently looks at Amosta Brain and Tom Riddle at his feet. Standing alone for a thousand years, he is about to witness a Slytherin destroying his bloodline, and again Or... safeguarding his true glory?
"I saw the emotions that normal people would have from your soul, Riddle...fear, hatred, loneliness, oh...and many other interesting little emotions..."
"Wait, wait a minute--"
With a pale face, the faint silver mist emanating from Riddle's body was forced back into his illusory body bit by bit. Unable to move, he struggled to squeeze out a sound from between his teeth,
"You crave power, right...
We are all the same kind of people. This is not the only secret Slytherin left in this castle. Professor Brain, I am willing to share the powerful ancient magic he left behind with you, as long as you... Well! "
Riddle was completely unable to say the next words, because Amosta finally walked up to him with an expressionless face.
He watched helplessly as a glimmer of light appeared outside the body of this young professor who had been uneasy ever since he knew of his existence, and did not hesitate to be exposed in advance and to recover as soon as possible. Then, he stared at Amosta in horror. Slowly raising your hand, your fingertips touched his eyebrows little by little...
Well!
Amosta ignored Riddle's painful whimpers. His fingertips, palms, arms and even his entire body sank into Riddle's body little by little. The diary in Riddle's pocket flew out and floated in the air. Although there was no wind, But the paper in the diary was rustling as if being blown by a strong wind, and wisps of black smoke came out from the pages. In the empty secret room, such a scene was eerie and strange!
A brilliant brilliance flashed before Amosta's eyes, and when he came back to his senses, his body had already appeared in a strange space.
This space is as vast and boundless as the outer universe. The silent space is filled with tangible and fierce gray hurricanes. Every strand of these airflows that dye the space gray contains evil and powerful magic. Come to think of it, It should be the protective magic that Voldemort applied to the diary and the Horcrux itself.
Huh...boom!
The fluorescence attached to Amosta's body suddenly became strong, forming an oval magic barrier around him. A steady stream of hurricanes hit the reddish barrier, and magic powers with completely opposite properties conflicted with each other and erupted. The flash of light made Amosta feel as if he was standing in the midst of fierce burning flames!
Amosta's eyes wandered around, and after a while, he sensed something strange in the space in front of him to his right.
There seemed to be the core of the entire gray world, where a ball of black and white light was continuously radiating ominous magic power to the surroundings.
"Ah, I found you--"
Amosta smiled slightly, took out a glass bottle from his arms, straightened his collar in a leisurely manner, and walked away leisurely...
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