Harry Potter: Super Magic God

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Chapter 640

George said slowly, "I have to say that compared to other people's wisdom increases with age. Tom, you are indeed an anomaly. When you have the most wisdom, it is precisely when you are young."

He smiled softly, "As your strength grows, your brain becomes more and more unwieldy."

The thick ink on the ground swallowed the two figures, began to shrink again, turned into a single figure, and stood up.

"Facing a strong like you, anyone will show a cautious side." Riddle said calmly, "The respect of the strong is a necessary skill for the weak."

He looked at George with complicated eyes and admitted that he was weak. This was an experience he hadn't had for many years.

He once thought that this was an experience he would never have again. But facing this terrifying teenager who was far younger than him, he only felt a chill. The opponent's increasing strength and unfathomable potential gave him a fear of not seeing the boundary.

When he saw him for the first time, he could barely see the opponent's strength, and once laughed at the opponent's overweight. But after meeting several times, the other party used actions and slapped him again and again.

In a short period of time, the opponent's strength has become as deep as an abyss.

What makes him even more chilling is that the Horcrux that he originally thought was absolutely safe, silently, one after another was thrown in front of him by the other party.

The Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts, only he knew the location. That is the deepest secret of Hogwarts, and he has always believed that it is a secret that only he can discover. But that piece of soul fragment had already entered his stomach.

No one knows that he and the Gunter family are relatives. He has been hiding this relationship and there is no clue to him. No one should have known the location of the ring. But that piece of soul fragment just entered his stomach.

The Horcrux hidden by the seaside of the orphanage was his arrangement when he was most powerful.

At that time, his strength was comparable to Dumbledore. He made a foolproof defense. He laid out the most perfect defense, numerous traps and defenses.

In secret locations, huge army of corpses, impossible traps, he made perfect preparations. Even if Dumbledore found the place where he was hiding the Horcrux, he couldn't get the Horcrux, he believed it. City Rune

But that piece of soul fragment just entered his stomach.

This silent blow, this invisible pressure, is more powerful than any lip service of persuasion and bewitching. It was like a silent slap, hitting his face one by one, making his face hot.

It's like charity, like feeding a puppy.

His most precious treasures that he has made by devoting his mind and suffering to split his soul in order to live forever are those that represent his immortal body.

His Horcruxes were forced to swallow them one by one by the opponent.

This is simply a shame.

His face is extremely calm, but his heart is like a violent sea, rolling up endless stormy waves.

Riddle lifted his spirits, with a gentle smile, and said politely, "It's a great hospitality, but I don't intend to thank you. Although I don't know what you are calculating, you must be uneasy. Kind."

He has never figured out that this terrible opponent caught him without destroying his soul. But what is his plan to bring his soul together again. But he didn't intend to give in. This was the only pride he could be sure of. Even if he died, he would not give in.

"But this is your chance too, isn't it?" George said high above, "The lamb to be slaughtered, when there is a chance to escape, will always try it, isn't it?"

Riddle nodded earnestly and said calmly, "Since you are willing to take risks, as a prisoner, I am naturally willing to play such a game. After all, as long as you live, there is always hope of a comeback."

As long as there is any chance of being alive, he will not let it go. In his life, he is chasing immortality. Even in the face of this unprecedented terrifying opponent, he would not give up, let alone despair.

There was a glint in his eyes, not to mention that the other party was obviously playing with fire.

The fused soul makes him stronger and stronger. As long as the other party's heart has a plan, sooner or later, the flaw will be revealed. All he has to do is wait quietly.

"If you think it's all right to just wait quietly, that would be too easy."

[Summary] Life winner

George saw through Voldemort's mind at a glance, and he said in an unquestionable tone, "As a price for me temporarily letting you go, you must escape in my hands. I will not use magic power higher than yours. But I will not be merciful."

"Show me your strength after the fusion of the soul~www.NovelMTL.com~ George's tone was eager to try, he said in a commanding tone, "Prove me the value of your existence! Tom Riddle. "

Riddle's face showed an unpleasant expression, "I hope you can keep it, such a lofty posture. After all, any negligence will make you the biggest laughing stock in the world."

The other party's deliberate provocation, the oppression condensed into substance, finally made him unable to calmly treat it.

He was furious, his body sank slightly, and he had entered a state of fighting.

As he spoke, the thick ink-like darkness once again spread from his body.

"You need a new trick, Tom." George said loudly.

The substantive oppressive force pressed towards Riddle like a tide, and the thick ink-like darkness seemed to be blocked by a sea wave, and rolled back quickly.

Riddle stepped on brisk steps, he was like sliding on ice, without any warning, the person had drifted towards the rear quickly.

"Here, I have enough means." Tom Riddle sneered unceremoniously.

"I just hope you can laugh later. It is not a glorious thing to be defeated by your own prisoners."

He sneered presumptuously, "I look forward to seeing you thunderously, it must be more vivid than your current dead face."

George strode forward, pressing harder, he smiled gently, "I hope your performance will be better than your eloquence. If that is the case, I can consider changing you a cage."

"For example," he smiled contemptuously, "maybe you need a larger space, or how about a Quidditch stadium, which is more spacious."

Riddle said dismissively, "You should enjoy those little things."

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