Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 135 Riddle VS Voldemort

The sun shone through the clouds, slanting on the Hogwarts lawn.

Voldemort slowly landed on the ground, looked down at the Fengya wizard robe on his body, and touched his face curiously...

Judging from the sense of touch, it is the image of Lin Zuo, but there are also quite a few changes—the eye sockets are deeper, and the bridge of the nose is higher.

"Tom, how about coming out and talking?" Voldemort shouted in the direction of the castle, but got no answer.

The other self avoided seeing him.

"You're 16, Tom, there's no need to hide and seek." Voldemort shouted, walking into the castle.

There was no figure he was looking for in the hall. Voldemort first went to the Slytherin lounge in the basement, and there was no one there either.

All the way up, the Dark Magic Defense classroom on the second floor, the Dark Magic Defense office on the third floor, and the prize showroom on the fourth floor...

He searched layer after layer, even went to the secret room, but there was no sign of himself at the age of 16. He didn't smile until he came to the door of the principal's office.

"You are naughty, Tom." Voldemort said with a smile, "Open the door, I don't want to destroy everything you have worked so hard to build."

"boom."

The stone statue jumped away, a spiral staircase appeared, and Voldemort climbed up the stairs.

"I prefer to be called Voldemort, but for the sake of distinction, let me be called Riddle for now." Shang Xian's immature voice came from upstairs.

Voldemort chuckled, walked into the office, and saw his 16-year-old self sitting behind the desk—Riddle was surprised when he saw Voldemort, and he obviously didn't understand how "self" had changed.

"Any doubts, Riddle?" Voldemort asked knowingly.

He smoothed the seven streaks of black and silver intertwined mist behind him, and then sat at the desk—it felt like he had really returned to Hogwarts, but the person sitting opposite him was no longer the old man he was familiar with.

"How did you become like this?" Riddle asked, frowning, and then stood up vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"Voldemort, you can call me that." Voldemort waved his hand, signaling him to sit down.

Riddle didn't obey his order, his handsome face was full of earnestly watching Voldemort's face.

"You are not me." He said in a deep voice.

"You think so?" Voldemort said indifferently, "Maybe we think differently, Riddle."

"Who are you?" Riddle asked.

"I am you, Riddle, and you must accept this fact."

The "don't care" on Voldemort's face disappeared, and he said in a deep voice, "I was injured, and I have given away too many Horcruxes. Now I have to take back some of them as a last resort. I think you understand what I mean."

Riddle's eyes shrank, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Of course he understood what Voldemort meant, but before discussing the issue of soul fusion, he had to determine who the soul in front of him was.

"I think you should explain it to me in more detail." Riddle finally spoke, and after saying this, he sat down in front of Voldemort.

He was very serious, trying to put on a majestic look on his stern face, as if he wanted to firmly hold the initiative in his hands.

This made Voldemort frown dissatisfied.

"Riddle, have you made a mistake?" Voldemort asked.

Riddle raised his eyebrows, motioning for Voldemort to speak—this action completely made Voldemort lose his patience.

"Riddle, not everyone sitting behind this desk is Dumbledore."

As Voldemort said, he swung his right hand, a wand appeared out of thin air, and then a ray of light shot at Riddle.

"You are courting death."

With a roar, Riddle raised his own wand—yew, thirteen inches, phoenix feather—to strike back.

The two rays of light collided with each other in an instant, and then each extended backward, forming a bright magical light between the two wands.

"If you are really me, if your soul has been split in two many times after that, why do you think you can beat me?"

asked Riddle angrily, and at the same time swung his wand so that the light in front of the wand pointed at Voldemort.

Voldemort wasn't as excited as he was, after all, it wasn't him who was afraid.

He looked curiously at the connected rays of light, which contained the power of the soul, part of which belonged to his 16-year-old self, and the other part belonged to the combination of Lin Zuo and Remnant Soul.

The two are like top bulls, fighting each other, but there is no devouring relationship, and it is difficult for each other to cause harm to each other-won't the same source of soul fighting hurt the soul?

Voldemort still remembers the ten-year battle, Lin Zuo and Remnant Soul, but they fought inextricably and bloody.

If you use the darkest hour, it might be able to devour him... Voldemort couldn't help but move his eyes down, and the gloomy [darkest hour] was there.

This idea was quickly ruled out, the remnant soul was severely damaged, except for a small part caused by Lin Zuo's soul, more came from this skill.

If you end up with a broken soul, or even a soul that has lost its talent, then the loss outweighs the gain.

"Fortunately, I was prepared," Voldemort said.

Riddle on the opposite side was stunned, unable to understand what Voldemort meant, but his eyes couldn't help looking at the seven black and silver mixed mist behind Voldemort.

"Death Eaters, I need your strength..."

Voldemort murmured, and then violently pulled the seven pillars of mist—outside the diary, seven Death Eaters screamed in pain at the same time, while Quirrell held his wand and scanned the crowd with serious eyes.

The seven streams of mist suddenly became much thicker, and Voldemort pulled them and threw them forward, and under the control of his thoughts, they directly bound towards Riddle.

At the same time, Voldemort himself pressed Riddle with more soul power.

Riddle himself is not a complete soul, as long as Voldemort is given enough time, he can suppress the opponent himself.

With the help of seven pillars of mist, Riddle instantly lost his resistance and was bound by Voldemort.

"Horcruxes have no way to combine souls into one, Voldemort, what are you going to do?" Riddle asked angrily.

He is now bound from head to toe by seven mist pillars, like a stick.

Voldemort didn't answer his question, but turned around and walked towards the door of the principal's office, and Riddle, who was wrapped in a stick, followed behind him.

The two walked all the way to a bathroom, and Voldemort opened the secret room here, and walked in with Riddle.

"I know that there is no way to restore the soul in the method of making the Horcrux."

Putting Riddle in front of the Slytherin statue, Voldemort said, "But I'll find a way to bring us back together, Riddle, it's time to go home."

He said in his mouth, and the wand suddenly hit Riddle's forehead, and at the same time, the soul burst out and penetrated into Riddle's body.

"Ah~~~"

Riddle yelled in pain, then passed out.

In the silent secret room, there are only seven wavering mist, which clearly shows that the world has changed.

(End of this chapter)