allendalepharm Chapter 334 Double Kill!
Chapter 334 Double Kill!
Chapter 334 Double Kill!
Riddle House was very spacious and beautiful, and looked much more impressive than Ron’s humble abode.
It sits on a hillside overlooking the entire village of Little Hangerton.
The mansion included a stable and gardens, and a beautifully crafted bicycle was parked at the corner of the main entrance. (At that time, cars and motorcycles were primarily for military use.)
Harry and Ron crouched low and carefully slipped into the mansion. From afar, they could hear a commotion coming from the main house. "Get out! I don't acknowledge you as my son!" The owner of the voice roared angrily.
This attracted the attention of the nearby maids and gardeners, who secretly peered into the corner, forcing Harry and his companion to be even more careful in concealing themselves.
"But I clearly saw it!" Tom Riddle's voice was filled with resentment. "Your family was having dinner here, and I noticed. You're still single, you haven't remarried, right? And you even told Mom—"
"No! Impossible!" the angry voice roared. "I just feel disgusted!"
"That bitch ruined my life!"
"That disgusting slut, that wicked witch, she drugged me, otherwise how could I possibly be attracted to such an ugly woman?"
"She's not ugly!" Tom interrupted angrily, his anger rising. "I found her picture; she's beautiful!"
"Really? Your freak mother doesn't think so!" Old Tom's voice was full of sarcasm. "She's always been so insecure, kneeling on the ground wailing and begging me not to leave this ugly woman, saying she didn't have the money to buy those drugs to seduce me anymore. Ha, you know what? I was so smug!"
"You're not allowed to talk about her like that!" Tom roared, which made Harry and Ron, who were hiding outside, feel that the two people yelling at each other inside were starting to look similar.
"It's you, you bastard, you shouldn't even be in this world, coming to my house to humiliate yourself!" Old Tom roared, cursing and swearing. "I'm enjoying my meal, those tender mushrooms, I'm savoring them, and I don't want to see you, you disgusting thing, in front of me!"
Tom staggered back a step, revealing himself at the doorway. Harry and Ron could both clearly see the chilling murderous intent flashing in each other's pale faces.
Across from them, old Tom's father, Tom's grandfather, charged forward, brandishing his cane like he was chasing away stray dogs that had wandered into his home. "I know you wizards! Why didn't the witch hunts wipe out all of you wicked scum back then!"
Old Tom's mother screamed from deep inside the room, "Get him out of there! Get him out of there!"
Tom fell silent.
He stood there blankly, staring at the three people who were cursing at him, his face deathly pale.
"Do you know how much I've been looking forward to this meeting? I know you might not like me that much, but even for the sake of how outstanding I am now, and for the sake of the blood flowing in my veins, you'll at least hypocritically ask, 'How are you doing, child?'"
"I'm still hesitating whether to pretend to be strong and say I'm fine, or to take the opportunity to have a good cry and gain your sympathy."
"But I've now discovered—"
Tom muttered, head bowed, "You don't want me at all, you hate me, you wish I were dead!"
"Yes!" Old Tom pointed to the door, "I'd rather the world didn't have you! Now! Get out!"
Tom chuckled softly, slowly raised his head, and gracefully drew his wand from his wizard's robe pocket. He gazed intently at them. "Yes, you're absolutely right. I wish it were the same. I'd rather this world didn't have you!"
"What are you going to do!" Old Tom was startled. Of course he recognized this thing. The witch's brother, who had bewitched him, lived outside the village and had attacked him many times. He knew all too well how terrifying this thing was.
It felt like someone was pointing a gun at him.
"What am I going to do?" Tom murmured, looking up at the fragmented night sky outside the large, straight window. "I'm just thinking that I wish this world didn't have you, but my mother in the Land of the Dead must miss you terribly—"
"so--"
"I need you to come and keep my mother company! It's that simple!"
An eerie green light emanated from the tip of his wand, and terrified screams echoed from the room.
Just then, a loud shout came from the garden courtyard outside the door.
"Disarm you!"
It was Harry Potter who finally couldn't stand it anymore; he couldn't just stand by and watch Old Tom and his family be murdered right under his nose.
This is an extremely complex disarming spell.
Harry had never felt so unsettled while casting a spell. He found himself somewhat empathetic towards that damned Voldemort, who wanted to kill him when his mother was humiliated.
But that is absolutely no justification for murder!
Moreover, he murdered his own father and grandparents.
Harry had, of course, been so angry that he had thought about killing his cousin Dudley, the scoundrel who often ganged up on him with boxing gloves and a few henchmen, not just once, but every time he went home from school.
They've been fighting and humiliating each other since they were kids.
Some believe he inherited his father's Quidditch talent, but only he knows that he was so afraid of being beaten that he ran frantically, at one point even using magic to fly onto the roof.
Even so, after he had mastered his skills, he still restrained his anger. He could allow himself to teach Dudley a lesson, but he couldn't bring himself to kill him.
Professor Lockhart once said, "Never advise others to do good if you have never experienced their suffering."
Harry has truly experienced Tom's current state of mind, can empathize with him, and can understand him, but knows that it is wrong, so he must stop it.
This state of mind even vaguely touches upon the kind of "compassion" that Lockhart once described in Dumbledore.
Therefore, it is a very complex will that drives the disarming spell.
The results were surprisingly good.
In the blink of an eye, before Tom Riddle could even react, his wand flew out of his hand.
Disarmament successful!
And then, just like that, it was only for a moment.
Tom moved at lightning speed, so fast that he left an afterimage on Harry's retina—faster than the Golden Snitch in Quidditch!
It's so fast it's practically flying.
Before Harry could react, Tom was already in mid-air, gently catching the flying wand and flicking it in his direction.
boom!
The ornate floor tiles, along with thick layers of soil, flew up like towering waves crashing against Harry, transforming into a massive wall, three meters high and weighing several tons.
Transfiguration!
"Harry, watch out!" Ron, who was tasked with casting a stun spell on the gardeners and maids to prevent them from getting hurt, turned around and shouted in terror.
That's too late!
Tom's spellcasting was incredibly fast.
It was so fast that he didn't have time to cast any magic to resist the high wall crashing down on him; it was so fast that even if he reacted extremely quickly and subconsciously took a step back, he couldn't dodge it at all.
Just then, a high-speed, piercing sound of something tearing through the air reached my ears.
A hand suddenly grabbed Harry's shirt from the back and pulled him back quickly.
boom!
The high wall collapsed with a deafening roar.
The entire hilltop where Riddle House is located seemed to rumble and tremble as if an earthquake had struck.
Smoke and dust billowed.
Harry gasped for breath, still shaken, before coughing as the dust swirled around him.
"Idiot!" Draco snapped angrily. "You're the captain of the Hogwarts Team! Don't you know how to move around on a flying broomstick?"
Yes.
This is a brand-new concept brought by Professor Lockhart, which makes young wizards realize that flying brooms and wands are just as important to wizards.
"Thank you!" Harry quickly calmed himself down, signaling Draco to shut up, and taking advantage of the billowing smoke to make it difficult to see, he and Draco quickly moved away from the location where the sound was coming from.
However, they clearly underestimated Tom's arrogance.
He did not continue his attack, but simply stood there, stroking his wand, watching the three figures emerge as the smoke cleared.
He examined Harry and Ron's Hogwarts uniforms for a moment, his eyes narrowing.
"I don't know you!"
Tom's voice was icy. "I know every student at Hogwarts. I can name each and every one of them and know their preferences, but I don't know you, yet you're wearing Gryffindor uniforms?"
The school uniforms are also different; each of the four houses has its own little touch, which wizards who have studied at the school can easily distinguish.
The three people in front of me were completely unfamiliar.
Not only their appearance, but also their dueling skills.
In just a moment, the three people who suddenly appeared all mounted flying brooms and occupied different angles of high-altitude suppression in a tactical formation.
This is by no means a simple coordinated tactical team!
It requires instantaneous judgment based on a wealth of experience in magical duels and spellcasting states.
Tom could clearly sense that the three wizards were all in positions where he could only defend against one at a time. If he wanted to attack one of the wizards, he could only defend against one more at most, which would leave him completely exposed to the attack range of the third wizard.
"Interesting!" He observed the three peers with great interest.
"You can't kill these people!" Harry quickly entered Quidditch duel mode, speaking first to attract the target's attention, acting as a "bait" within the team.
"They are your family, your father, your grandfather, your grandmother!"
"No," Tom said softly, "to me, they're just useless people, dead or alive, it's all the same. But they've made me unhappy, so I've decided to let them die."
Harry looked at him in disbelief. "Just because you're unhappy?"
Tom raised an eyebrow slightly. "Yes, it's like cleaning out the garbage in your heart, erasing them from this world. They don't deserve to live a good life after my mother's death; that would be so unfair to her."
As he spoke, he made a sweeping motion and flicked his wand lightly.
A large tree to his left rear suddenly burst into flames, and a huge serpent coiled on the tree in the flames, opening its mouth and hissing silently at Ron, who had quietly moved there to prepare to cast a spell.
Ron was so frightened that he quickly steered his flying broomstick and retreated a great distance.
Fiery Curse!
This flame is enough to easily burn itself to ashes in a very short time.
"How utterly rude of you!" Tom glanced sideways at Ron, scoffed, "I've made up my mind, I'm going to make you watch them die!"
"It won't be as you wish!" Harry frowned deeply and gripped his wand tightly.
But at that moment, Draco exclaimed, "Everyone be careful! He's talking to us to use Legilimency!"
"You really are a bad seed!" Harry yelled.
Tom looked at them coldly. "You all know Occlumency? And it seems you've mastered it more than just a little? I'm getting more and more curious about you!"
But at that moment, Ron, who seemed to have been blocked and lost his chance to launch a sneak attack, suddenly appeared in a corner just out of Tom's sight. He was surrounded by a mysterious mist that concealed his movements (a magic trick invented by George and Fred to hide his small actions in class), and suddenly waved his wand at Voldemort.
"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"
The Shadowless Blade is a spell invented by Professor Snape. Its most distinctive feature is not the bleeding lacerations it causes, but rather that it is "shadowless." It has no magical light whatsoever, and even its magical fluctuations are extremely low.
This magic was like a horn.
Harry and Draco simultaneously cast their respective spells.
They spontaneously cast spells appropriate to their respective roles based on the current state of the adventure team.
"Full-force confinement!"
This is an extremely common high-end war spell. In wizarding history, it has often been used by powerful wizards to target magical creatures with strong magic resistance, such as giants, trolls, and fire dragons. It is more powerful than the Full Body Binding Spell.
Harry's role in the team right now is that of "Giant Axe," meaning incredibly powerful attack. This role isn't about dealing damage, but rather about forcing the enemy to defend, capturing their attention, and thus creating opportunities for Ron, who is currently acting as an "assassin," to deal damage.
The Full Power Restraint spell was the second so-called "destiny spell" Lockhart chose for Harry, and it was exactly the same as the "unwavering will" required by the Disarming Charm.
In Professor Lockhart's words, "Harry, you can use the Disarming Charm well, and you can use it well too. It carries an unquestionable rejection of the target, yet is full of benevolent non-harm. It is so suitable for you."
"Dazzling fireworks!"
Naturally, Draco took on the role of controlling the situation, casting a wondrous spell he had learned from Beauxbatons.
Unsurprisingly, this magic possesses the "luxury," "glamour," and "dazzling" style that Beauxbatons favors.
Within a radius of several hundred meters, a not-too-warm flame enveloped everything. It did not cause any burning damage, but instead created a large number of flower petals with colors ranging from orange-red to dark blue, filling the entire visual space.
Under the force field of the twisting flame petals, vision and perception will be confused, and the target of the spell can easily lose the judgment of the enemy's position.
With the high-performance fire crossbows wielded by the three, they were able to escape Voldemort's attacks.
perfect!
Their spellcasting was so successful, their teamwork so perfect, it had never been so flawless.
However, the young Voldemort, Tom Riddle, simply stood there smiling, looking at them with amusement, and softly uttered a single word, "Interesting."
The words fell.
Tom let out a heart-wrenching howl as an invisible wound tore through his clothes and flesh, spurting blood out.
He collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.
"It worked?" Harry stopped his flying broomstick in disbelief and looked toward the wailing figure. The layers of flames were too blurry to see clearly.
Draco quickly waved his wand to dispel the spell.
"Merlin's ripped bubble socks!" Ron exclaimed. "We attacked the wrong person!"
Yes, the one lying on the ground groaning at this moment is not Tom Riddle, but old Tom Riddle, Tom's biological father, the one they wanted to save.
"What should we do?" Ron's voice trembled.
He stared intently at the suffering man on the ground, an overwhelming sense of fear rising within him.
Old Tom was staring intently at him in mid-air, his eyes wide open, struggling to raise his hand as if begging for help.
But in the end, his severed trachea, lungs, and even gallbladder and intestines took away his last breath of life in an instant.
pat~
His head and hands slammed heavily to the ground, and he was utterly dead.
"I killed someone—" If it weren't for the battle and the adrenaline rush, Ron would have burst into tears right now.
He actually killed someone!
And it was a Muggle who was completely defenseless that was killed.
"Not bad offensive magic!"
A voice came from where old Tom Riddle had been standing by the window; it was none other than the young Voldemort.
He looked up at the three young wizards and smiled slightly. "Transfiguration, the simplest conversion spell, comes from fourth-year curriculum, a required subject in the general wizarding exams. It comes from the teachings of Professor Albus Dumbledore, who taught Transfiguration."
The Conversion Charm, one of the five branches of Transfiguration, was something Harry and his friends certainly knew.
However, the requirements for this kind of transformation between two objects in ordinary wizarding level exams are limited to written tests. Even in the ultimate wizarding level exam, the most that can be done is to swap the head of a lizard with the handle of a cup.
Tom Riddle's act of completely swapping himself with another person to replace the harm is simply outrageous!
"I told you, I'll make you watch them die!"
Tom's lips curled slightly, revealing a few white teeth, his expression cold yet carrying a strange pleasure derived from the withering of vibrant life and the mockery of the people before him.
He gently raised his wand, holding it between his thumb, middle, and ring fingers. "Well then, it's my turn to attack. I've decided to take away one of your teammates."
Then, he gently tapped the wand with his slightly raised index finger.
A very strange vibration was transmitted.
In an instant, Harry Potter, high in the sky, clutched his forehead, let out a piercing scream, and painfully plummeted from his flying broomstick.
"Harry!"
"Breaking!"
Ron and Draco hurriedly tried to catch Harry on their flying brooms, but seeing Harry's pained expression, they had no choice but to put him down on the ground.
Ever since learning Occlumency at the Duel Club and engaging in competitive sparring with Draco, Harry's lightning bolt scar on his forehead no longer stings when he's near Voldemort.
But at this moment, that terrible pain struck again.
Harry could almost hear a painful wail, a woman's voice. He knew it was his mother, dying in agony as she shielded him from Voldemort's attack when he was still an infant.
pain!
He was in so much pain that he was almost suffocating.
The pain was so intense that he felt like his entire head was about to split open.
"What did you do to Harry, you damned devil?" Ron yelled angrily.
Tom elegantly shrugged. "I didn't do anything to him. In fact, I only did something to myself, but you fools certainly wouldn't understand, so I don't need to waste my breath."
He looked at Harry with such curiosity, "I never imagined you were one of my Horcruxes? I created a living Horcrux like this? And it seems to have been sealed away by some powerful force, creating a complete rift between us?"
(P.S.: Dumbledore did this to Harry Potter after Snape had prepared the potion to counter Horcrux magic.)
"But I am who I am!"
Tom sighed, "I can feel myself clearly, deep within your soul. It is so broken, yearning to possess your body, yet so powerless, constantly being devoured by your soul as nourishment. So I helped me, giving me a little strength."
"The effect is good."
He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the three of them. "So you're from the future? You used a time-tamper?"
Draco and Ron felt a chill run down their spines.
This sudden and extremely terrifying state instantly broke through the strong mental defenses they had created using the "brain-sealing technique," and a dark force, like a damp and sticky tentacle, burrowed into their cerebral cortex.
"Voldemort?" Tom's mouth stretched into a wild grin, his whole being in a state of frenzied excitement.
What did he see?
He saw his name, Voldemort, resound throughout the wizarding world; he saw himself possessing the power to challenge the breathtakingly powerful Dumbledore; he saw—
He soon couldn't see anything anymore.
Draco, who was clearly more skilled in Occlumency than Harry and Ron, quickly realized the problem. He didn't even have time to warn Ron. He waved his wand rapidly, chanted a short and ancient spell, and then decisively put his left pinky finger into his mouth.
Bite down hard on your nails.
Then he pulled hard.
Blood was everywhere; the entire fingernail had been bitten off.
Intense pain assaulted his soul, and this pain, along with the struggle between "Occlumency" and "Leech Technique," was attacking Tom's soul.
Witchcraft - Voodoo Substitute!
The witchcraft of ancient African tribal shamans, now classified as black magic, can transfer the damage one receives back to the attacker, but at the same time, one must suffer double the pain of the damage suffered by the enemy, until one can no longer bear it.
Draco's timing and judgment in choosing to use this spell were top-notch.
He was no longer the same person he was when he first cast this spell (Chapter 94). Under the guidance of Professor Lockhart and through learning and improvement at the Duel Club sharing sessions, and with the intention of returning to his family to seek help from their accumulated knowledge, many of his magical concepts were actually far superior to those of his father.
At this point, using "Voodoo Substitute" is no longer a means of attack, but rather an invisible clash of souls.
In the midst of intense pain, he felt his entire body begin to twist and deform rapidly, as if he were turning into long, thin, twisted ribbons, being pulled along a strange passage and quickly plunged into a vast ocean.
In that vast ocean, the young Voldemort was experimenting with various magical techniques.
"So the summoning spell of Transfiguration isn't summoning from thin air, but rather a manifestation of one's own will in the real world. Haha, how interesting!"
"Everyone is wrong! They think it's summoning, so they can only summon things that exist in the world! But why should my will be limited by what is inherent? I should summon something that is inherently intelligent and possesses magical power!"
"Snake God Guardian"
A burst of intense light erupted, and a magnificent, multicolored serpent appeared out of thin air. Its body was so enormous that it coiled up in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, its head even taller than the canopies of the ancient trees.
Amid Tom's ecstatic laughter, the giant snake with a bird's head spread its wings, its feathers gleaming in the sunlight.
This is a bird-snake. It crouches down to face Tom below, letting Tom climb onto its back, and then quickly shrinks, becoming smaller than a leaf along with Tom on its back.
After a while, the clouds in the sky churned, as if something was stirring them. Colorful lights flashed, and a bird-snake several times larger than a fire dragon hissed and flapped its wings. Tom, who had grown to be taller than a giant, was on its back, holding a magic wand and laughing.
"Damn it!"
Tom quickly realized his memories were being spied on. He slammed his wand down, severing the connection, and angrily shouted at the one who dared to covet his inner world, "Crunch in the Heart!"
The Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses!
He decided to inflict the most terrible punishments and tortures on the other party!
The spell was successfully cast.
But he soon collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.
Even though Draco was screaming even more miserably than him, he had clearly suffered damage transferred from the "Voodoo Substitute," and the Cruciatus Curse, a skillful technique, had been inflicted on him.
Tom was convulsing on the ground in agony.
Draco was in even more pain than the Cruciatus Curse, which perfectly evaded the best defensive effect of the Voodoo Substitute—that is, it did not cause true damage.
Thus, young Malfoy was forced to endure the full Crucifixion curse, now doubled in length.
Yet he was so excited at this moment, his painful howls filled with triumph and pride. He had hurt Voldemort, ha ha ha, he had hurt Voldemort.
Professor Lockhart's hypothesis, which he analyzed and deduced in his book "Voldemort: A Pureblood Supremacist with a Muggle Father?", turned out to be true.
Voldemort, this wizard, actually had that unique constitution of being "easily backfired upon".
This verifies the most valuable and precious information!
If he can bring this information back to the Duel Club, he will definitely be regarded as the greatest hero, which will be the greatest gain of this magical adventure!
Oh, no, that spell that summons the bird-snake—
It seems pretty good!
On the other side, Ron stared in disbelief as Voldemort suddenly collapsed, convulsing and howling in pain. He immediately realized this was an opportunity.
Almost instinctively, he unleashed his signature move—the slug-spitting spell.
"Spitting out slugs!"
However, in just a moment, the person lying there groaning in pain turned into an old woman, Voldemort's grandmother!
The old woman suddenly grabbed her own neck, her throat blocked by a huge, fat slug, and the pain from suffocation made her face turn bright red.
She suddenly convulsed violently, accompanied by a horrifying cracking sound coming from her neck.
Then he completely collapsed.
In an instant!
In just that one instant!
It's dead!
Ron stared wide-eyed at everything, his expression one of utter helplessness and pain. "No~, no~, no~!"
He killed another person!
again!
He now has two lives on his hands!
Meanwhile, a wheelchair slowly moved forward to the door, gently turned, and revealed Tom, slumped in it, his face pale and covered in cold sweat. Tom sneered at him, "You really don't learn your lesson, you idiot!"
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