some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1112 Death is coming!

Hearing the familiar voice, Tom stared with cold eyes that could almost cut people to death.

But when he turned around and looked at the lingering old man, his expression was normal, without any trace of sadness or joy.

Even a moment later, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if the grandparents and grandchildren reunited after a long absence.

The old man gasped in admiration.

This energy-enhancing skill is really good. It is worthy of Tom who has all the memories of the body, and is no longer as young as 16 years old.

That's right, in his opinion, Tom at this moment is no longer that 16-year-old boy, let alone Voldemort.

Tom is a brand new existence, deep, restrained...perfect.

He likes this kind of well-ripe big boy.

"Why are you here?" Tom asked tentatively.

"I've been here for hundreds of years, always as an administrator."

The old man is really like a librarian, shuttling among the bookshelves.

"Several generations of popes may know of my existence, but they may not be able to see me."

He stopped by a certain bookshelf and took out exactly the books Tom had read.

After flipping through some pages, the old man couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

It turned out that after watching the prehistoric secrets, Tom directly tampered with the content in order to prevent others from having the opportunity to learn again.

The old man raised his arm, and the text was restored immediately.

Tom squinted his eyes, and he didn't feel the embarrassment of being caught on the spot. Instead, he looked at the undefended back, thinking about whether to sneak attack.

He was afraid but wanted to kill, or it could be said that he was addicted to food.

In the end, Tom still held down the magic wand in his sleeve and did not choose to make a move.

Take a steady hand first... a steady wave.

The old man reached out and caressed the bookshelf, as if stroking his lover. He didn't turn around, but it seemed that he had eyes behind him.
laughed:

"Don't dare to shoot like this? I was killed by Stark once, and Voldemort died once, and I felt his memory... started to be afraid?

With your current state of mind, let alone me, even if you learn all the prehistoric mysteries and fight one-on-one, you will never be an opponent of Stark. "

"What's the point of arguing about words?" Tom was a little disdainful:
"Voldemort spent 70 years in the field of magic, all the memories are in my mind.

He is not me, but I am him.

There are also prehistoric mysteries...give me time to fully digest, even if Stark has a Ravenclaw ring, he will be left far behind by me. "

The old man shook his head, his eyes leaped over the bookshelf, and through the wall, he seemed to see a young man rushing towards here.

He was not going to talk nonsense anymore, turned around and stared into Tom's eyes, and said:
"I'll save you and help you meet the god of death. In return, what about the things we agreed on, Tom?"

"You asked me to ask Death for Elaine..." The corners of Tom's mouth curled up, and he lifted the substitute messenger in his pocket:
"Although I don't know who this woman is, it must be very important to you, right?"

Tom raised his wand and pointed it at the clay puppet:

"Whether you are Slytherin or not, you saved me and taught me a lot, I am very grateful..."

"But it was all nonsense before." The old man looked at the clay puppet and said with a smile, "Don't beat around the bush, just talk about it."

"But..." Tom smiled brightly:
"Going to see the god of death is also a matter of narrow escape, and I don't think the previous help is enough.

If you want to get her, you have to... add more money! "

"But, we made an agreement in advance." The old man looked calm.

"Yes, an oath was made, and those who break it will die." Tom raised his wrist:
"But I have died many times, do you see that the traces of the oath still exist?"

If one party repents, he will die for breaking the oath.

Tom can be resurrected infinitely, and the oath has been broken long ago.

"So, what do you want?" the old man raised his eyes and asked.

"Kill two more people for me, and I'll give you something," said Tom.

"Killing Dumbledore and Stark, it shouldn't be... difficult for you?"

The old man looked up, and in the twilight, he saw dark clouds hanging outside the window, as if a storm was about to come.

He turned his head, looked at Tom, and said softly:
"What if I refuse?"

"What do you mean, you don't want this woman anymore?!" Tom clenched the clay doll tightly, his voice threatening. "Although this is a Deathly Hallows, I can destroy it with a spell."

"That's not true, I'm going to change the deal." The old man shook his head, and his voice came from the autumn wind.

"What deal?"

"I saved you and taught you the prehistoric mysteries..." The old man finally did not show a smile for the first time, and his words became a bit more murderous.

"In exchange, I want you to use your body to serve... the god of death!"

Tom's pupils shrank sharply. He wanted to wave his wand, but suddenly found that his body could not move.

It was as if a nail had appeared invisible, nailing him to the spot.

"Tom, you are indeed a descendant of my Gaunt, we even have the same idea." The old man left behind a laugh, with a strong sense of ridicule.

"You can tamper with the contents of these books, can't I?"

Tom was so shocked that he even forgot the pain in his body.

The old man waved his arm, and while he was calling for something, he said in a mocking tone:

"I was the first to discover the existence of the Chamber of Secrets, and I built the Hogwarts plumbing system to hide the Chamber of Secrets.

I also built a statue of Slytherin, modified the Slytherin notes, and put them in it! "

"I look forward to an excellent descendant who can follow the legend and enter the secret room again." The old man couldn't help laughing.

"After waiting for more than 200 years, Gaunt was about to perish, and then you appeared.

It's a pity that at the age of 16, you were too disappointing. You just used basilisks to eliminate Muggle wizards, but you didn't find the notes. "

The old man's voice was calm, and he was telling stories about the past.

"Fortunately, 50 years later, your soul was separated from the horcrux. Not only did you find the notes, but you were completely resurrected from the state of the horcrux."

He looked at Tom and said word by word:

"It was I who tempted you to go to America to find the Slytherin wand...!
The one who carved the prehistoric secrets on the obelisk...is me!
The one who sent you to find the god of death and get a complete soul... or me! "

The old man walked slowly to Tom's side and held the clay puppet in his hand. He said disdainfully:
"Without me, as early as four years ago, when you were still a Horcrux, you were killed by Stark;
Without me, you were killed again by Stark in Ilvermorny a few months ago;
Without me, your body was killed in Hogwarts a few days ago, and then you will be trapped in the illusion forever!
Just you, are you worthy of negotiating terms with me? ! "

Tom felt a strong tingling pain in his body, and then the ring-shaped text hidden under the skin appeared.

The symbols all over the body, like black iron in a furnace, first turned red and then melted.

Tom recognized that the fonts were exactly the same as the prehistoric meanings on the American Obelisk.

"You thought Stark got the obelisk, why didn't he take the prehistoric mysteries?" The old man continued to kill and punish his heart:

"He noticed the abnormality! Although I don't know, how did he judge the problem.

Fortunately, although he escaped my specially prepared trap, you didn't! "

The magic on the obelisk can completely transform Tom's body, then control him, and open up the connection with the underworld.

This is also the reason why he lured Tom and went to the United States to find it step by step.

The old man stretched out his right hand, clenched his five fingers, and punched Tom in the heart.

Tom felt that his soul was separated from his body, and he was floating in mid-air.

But his soul was still shining with imprints, and the symbols quickly spread throughout his body.

A strong erosive force made Tom roar.

He didn't pass out, and the repeated resurrection just now made him able to endure this pain.

He wanted to commit suicide to escape this negative state, but unfortunately he couldn't move his body at all.

Tom's heart skipped a beat.

He saw a familiar object appeared in the old man's hand - the golden ark of the covenant.

Tom was obviously thrown in Styx, why did he appear in his hands? !
This one was found... Tom was in total despair.

Because the heart was taken out, he lost his immortality.

The old man easily opened the golden ark, he took out the heart and let it float in mid-air.

The heart began to turn black, and then, as if unknown, red hair grew.

Strands of slender red hair, like a bunch of red snakes, are densely packed, making one's scalp tingle.

Without the old man making too much movement, the red hair spread across the room like plant vines, covering Tom's body.

In the end, it took root in the ground, as if connected to hell.

There is nothing wrong with this description, because the old man is doing... the god of death is coming!
Suddenly, he raised his hands.

It turned out that it was raining in the room without warning.

If you look closely, you will find the bookshelves in the archive room. Under the splash of rainwater, after just a few seconds, it seems that Mount Tai is pressing down on the top, and the wooden boards bend downward in an obvious arc.

The old man knew that he... came!
He suddenly stretched out his arms and spread his palms, and all the raindrops that hit him fell into his palms.

But it did not turn into rain, but was ejected drop by drop, and it did not bounce up straight, but swirled and drew arcs again and again, and finally gathered into a circle.

At this moment, the old man no longer had the gentle aura he had before, his face was solemn, his five fingers shrunk, and the wall of water fell on his palm like a glove.

At the same time, a young figure appeared.

William appeared just like that, and the moment he landed on the ground, he raised his wand high, and a bolt of lightning was thrown from the tip of the wand.

The lightning wrapped around the rain and struck towards the old man frantically.

The old man raised the arm protected by the water wall, and clamped the lightning with powerful magic power between his fingers.

Two-finger pinch arc.

Between the fingers, electric sparks splashed crazily, reflecting the old man's face shining brightly.

William waved his wand, and the lightning detonated the water droplets, which suddenly burst into brilliant light and shot towards the old man's head.

The old man tilted his head, and although he was close at hand, he was still easily dodged by him.

Only at the temples, a few strands of hair that had been cut off by a sharp spell slowly fell into the rain.

While turning his head away, the old man turned around suddenly and looked back.

It turned out that William had just feigned an attack. He appeared behind Tom at this moment, and before he landed, the long sword in his hand slashed at Tom's head.

He wanted to kill Tom, to prevent... death!
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(End of this chapter)