Even though Tom was only an advanced student when he made the first Horcrux, his familiarity with dark magic was even higher than that of an ordinary Auror.
He was able to coerce a generation, and being able to establish his own private organization in Slytherin House as a mixed-race person was not just a boast.
At least at that time, no one among his peers could match him.
But Aini never regarded his peers as rivals, he was the latter's professor.
Although before entering Hogwarts, Ani spent most of his experience on transfiguration, potions, and alchemy, after he advanced his talent, he applied a lot of magic spells, and he also had the Eye of True Seeing to help him. Accelerating the accumulation of knowledge, at this time, the magical power has already surpassed the split soul Tom by an unknown amount.
In addition, he often receives practical guidance from Professor Flitwick, and his application skills are not comparable to those of first-level students.
So as soon as the dim green light lit up, the young Voldemort's shoulders slumped and he almost fell to the ground. Naturally, the flying curse was also misdirected and hit the wall diagonally, sparking a faint light.
"Tom, magic is the product of wisdom. Even Muggle combat requires routines and methods."
Ani waved the wand unhurriedly, looking leisurely and calm.
The secret room is densely covered with magic patterns, including the ceiling and floor. However, the magic patterns under the feet are first imprinted on the ground and then laid on stone bricks.
Therefore, there is no magic pattern protection on the nearly two feet thick paving stone tiles, otherwise there will be no traces of wear and tear in areas that are frequently used.
Facing the infamous Death Curse, Ani did not use a powerful protective spell. He just predicted Tom's next landing point and made a small pit there.
Very simple operation, but the effect is outstanding.
"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Ah..."
After hearing this, Tom became angry and threw one death curse after another. In order to prevent Aini from repeating his old tricks, he even gave up his position and stood there fighting with the opponent.
Waves of evil green light followed one after another, but they did not disrupt Aini's spell-casting rhythm at all.
"Gu, Gu Gu Gu Gu~"
Aini's mind changed, and the gravel that had just been swept away by the basilisk began to beat, and turned into several round-faced fat chickens that clumsily met the flying death curse, and together they performed a not-so-splendid fireworks display.
"Is that the only level, Tom? It seems that the professor at Hogwarts back then was not very competent. He didn't remind him that he should focus on his studies when you were busy doing things."
A certain talkative man showed no mercy and directly activated the time and space taunting mode. Then he stared at Dumbledore's "care" from under the seemingly empty stone pillar next to him.
cut.
The professors of the new era were nonchalant. Just based on the Myrtle incident and its subsequent handling, Aini looked down upon the behavior of the Hogwarts faculty of that year.
And you, Albus Dumbledore! Ani glared back at the clearing confidently. Myrtle had nothing to do with him, but Hagrid was his friend.
But this time Dumbledore just lay down his gun, and Aini's main target was Voldemort.
You can't kill him, but you must kill him!
After neutralizing the killing curse, there was still a fat chicken left between the two of them. It tilted its head and cooed cutely, then turned around and raised its butt towards Tom.
"Pfft~"
A green mist that was brighter than the Kedavra spewed out and enveloped the young Voldemort who was still recovering from the overclocking spell.
The mist had no power and was easily blocked by Tom's protective spell, and could only hover outside of him.
It's not very harmful, but very insulting.
Tom, who was temporarily unable to fight back, suddenly turned greener than the fog outside.
"From today on, you and I are mortal enemies. Prepare to face the wrath of the greatest wizard of our time!"
The dozen or so death curses just thrown were already the limit that Tom could touch at this age. At this time, his magic power was still abundant, but his spirit was in constant shock, and he was unable to guide the next spell before he recovered.
However
The anger building up in his chest made him have to do something. Even to Tom himself, it sounded more like the wail of a defeated dog.
Aini opened his palm and shook it hard.
"Bah, bah, bah."
With three consecutive soft sounds, the green mist turned into a huge palm, crushing Tom's last defense like a bamboo, and holding him tightly in his hand, like holding a chicken.
That mass of green was not only a humiliation to Voldemort, but also a mark.
Turn the invisible and colorless air into something tangible, turning it into a visible target that is easier to cast spells.
"Weak and powerless, Dark Lord? That's it?"
Ani grabbed Tom and floated in front of him, his expression and tone full of disdain.
"Farewell, Tom, you are too weak to deserve the privilege of magic."
With that said, he will crush his opponent completely.
"Hahahaha~"
Falling into Ani's control, Tom was not afraid, but laughed wildly.
"I am immortal. Mortal, you can never kill me."
"Oh? What about this?"
Ani opened his palm, and the black notebook flew out of Lockhart's arms and landed on it, and was then brought to the basilisk's mouth.
After seeing his actions, since Ani entered the secret room, Tom's face finally showed a new emotion - fear, in addition to the expressions of confidence, arrogance, anger, cruelty, etc.
"No, don't do this, please. I have a lot of knowledge, I can tell you, and I can even take you to live forever after I regain my body."
Tom panicked. After the death of the main body, there is still a chance to start over, and the existence of the separated soul completely relies on the Horcrux.
As long as Ani uses the basilisk's teeth to destroy the Horcrux, Tom will be wiped out and no trace will be left.
Even if the future body or other souls are successfully resurrected, they have nothing to do with him.
Aini was unmoved and signaled Badjirisk to open his mouth and destroy the notebook completely.
In a panic, Tom suddenly saw two touches of red, the red that belonged to the Celtics and the red that belonged to Weasley. He thought of the vicious methods he had planted before, and his desperate eyes couldn't help but shine, as if he had grasped the last straw.
"You can't kill me. If you kill me, the petrified students will die, and the two on the ground will also die."
As if he had found support, Tom spoke threateningly and his voice became tougher.
"It doesn't matter, Tom, that would just serve as a sacrifice. Keep begging for mercy, Tom, I prefer you to die in humility."
Aini said easily, seemingly not caring about the other party's threats.
When the cover of the notebook was about to touch the fangs, Tom knew that he had completely lost hope of living.
He had just gained a physical form, and he was so unwilling to do so!
Why, why, after decades of silence and just seeing the hope of replacing the original body, why should he be destroyed in despair?
Voldemort had a handsome face when he was a boy, but now his face was distorted and extremely ugly. His originally clear pupils were blood red, revealing deep-seated malice.
"I want to curse you, curse you..."
The cruel hoarse voice came to mind, and then stopped abruptly after seeing Aini take out a tube of redemptive blood...
