Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 179 A Living Legend, Dumbledore
The pungent smell of rust filled the air.

With a burst of agitation, the compound soup that Hardy and Dumbledore took completely failed, and they returned to their original appearance.

"I never thought that the wizard's disappearance would be related to you, Riddle."

Riddle waved and threw away the iron railing in his hand, and said, "Yes, after all, it has been many years since you taught me."

"Look, how old you are now, and I—" Riddle looked at his new body, "but let the passage of time stop on me."

Dumbledore slowly drew out his wand, and he said, "Riddle, the ending of Voldemort should give you some inspiration. You have embarked on a wrong path."

"Yes, of course, I have gained a lot of inspiration from my other self," Riddle sneered. "If you want to conquer the British magic world, it is far from enough to rely on members of the Death Eaters and the Illuminati."

He opened his arms, looking longingly at the bright tree's torso that shone like sunlight: "There is nothing that fascinates me more than getting stronger power."

Waving his wand, the Bright Tree standing quietly behind Riddle began to shake violently.

Fruits that were about to mature fell like shooting stars and melted into Catherine's body one after another.

"I didn't want to do this, but I can't help it." Riddle looked down at Dumbledore and the two of them condescendingly: "Who made the one standing in front of me be a living legend in the British wizarding world?"

After absorbing the power of a large amount of bright tree fruit, the bodies of Catherine and Riddle merged with the bright tree trunks one after another, and together they became a ten-meter-tall horned monster.

With a "wow", he uprooted the remaining half of the bright tree trunk, held it in his hand and waved it.

Hardy quickly took out his wand, and the powerful levitating spell spread, saving dozens of missing wizards wrapped in silkworm chrysalis.

"Hadi, you take these people to a safe place first."

Through the half-moon glasses, Dumbledore looked calmly at the horned monster in front of him.

His Elder Wand and Riddle's bright trunk collided with each other, and a powerful storm was actually set off.

The abandoned sewage treatment plant collapsed in an instant, and a long and narrow crack was opened on the ceiling, revealing the clear blue sky outside.

The arc of "呲啦" flickered on the tip of Hardy's staff, splitting into dozens of blazing ropes, tying up the missing wizards on the ground.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." Hardy shouted towards Dumbledore as if pulling a huge balloon.

The slender wand burst out with dazzling beams of light. Dumbledore bounced off Riddle's brutal hammer again and again, and he smiled kindly: "Oh, that would be the best, but don't underestimate me too much."

Shaking his wand and waving it in the air, the two huge gravels in front of Dumbledore immediately changed into stone knights.

"Transfiguration! That's right, you used to be my professor of transformation!" Riddle taunted loudly, smashing the stone knight to pieces immediately with his huge fist.

He laughed, his facial features crowded together, like Satan from hell.

With brisk steps, Dumbledore dodged the falling rubble.

His wand struck the iron railing on the ground, and rust-red lizards quickly climbed up Riddle's huge body.

"What's the use of these tiny things?" Riddle dismissed the geckos crawling all over his body.

But in the next second, all the geckos gathered together and turned into an armored knight again.

The knight swung a broad sword, rode on Riddle's neck, and stabbed vigorously towards Riddle's left eye.

Riddle quickly closed his thick eyelids, and the giant sword broke with a "click", but hot blood also gushed out.

Huge drops of blood fell to the ground with a "slap" and "slap", and they turned into more than a dozen bloody soldiers in front of Dumbledore.

"This is," Dumbledore revealed a look of surprise in the depths of his eyes: "The same transfiguration technique as sneaking into Hogwarts?!"

He looked at the horned giant in front of him thoughtfully: "You have sneaked into Hogwarts, why?"

"It's incredible. Is there anything else you don't know?" The wound stopped bleeding, Riddle raised his hand, and more than a dozen bloody soldiers began to approach Dumbledore.

He explained: "Maybe you know, even if only a part of, I mean, real gems."

"It's quite difficult to find out the whereabouts of real gems in the vast UK," Riddle said, "it's at Hogwarts!"

"Since I woke up in Slytherin's locket, I have planned to use real gems to complement my soul. To be honest, I am not really alive now."

"But then I changed my mind," Riddle said.

The half of the bright tree trunk held in his hand was twisted into a sharp javelin amidst the weird wriggling.

He was like a charge-in-chief, commanding the scarlet soldiers under him, and launched a final onslaught towards Dumbledore.

"Even without real gems, the Bright Tree can make me infinitely stronger!"

"Boom!"

When Hardy brought dozens of missing wizards to a safe area, the ground behind him completely collapsed after violent shaking, revealing a dark pit.

The dense thunderstorm insects formed a wall in front of him, resisting the aftermath of the magic that swept over.

When the impact dissipated, Hardy disapparated and reappeared in the center of the pit.

……

The huge bright tree trunk squirmed into a huge ball, tightly surrounding Dumbledore.

Scrimgeour's body was lying on the ground charred and black, as shriveled as dry wood.

On the smelly soil, Catherine stood with bloody hands, and the voice that came out of her mouth was still Tom Riddle's.

Picking up Scrimgeour's wand from the ground, Riddle stuffed a ripe bright berry into Catherine's mouth.

"I am the final winner!"

"—Embrace—the Light—"

Along with Riddle's shout of laughter, Catherine's body under his control began to emit green light from the inside out.

On the wand, green lights entangled into little snakes spitting out letters. As Riddle raised his arms, two-headed bald snakes rushed towards Hardy.

"Principal Dumbledore?" Hardy called out in a low voice, standing outside the wriggling sphere.

Dumbledore's vague voice came from inside: "Oh, Hardy, I'm afraid you have to buy me a little time, this is quite interesting."

After confirming that Dumbledore was not in too much trouble for the time being, Hardy put away his wand and took out an incomplete blade from the finger box.

The Unfulfilled Oath Sword of Victory!

(End of this chapter)