Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"Yes, I said Slytherins don't lie to Slytherins...but I'm a Gryffindor!"

Albert jokingly said that the diary can still show its power in the hands of some weak-willed and unprepared people, but in Albert's hands, he is like a grasshopper after autumn, and he will not be able to jump around for long.

From the moment Albert got the diary, Tom's ending was already doomed.

"So you lied to me from the beginning!" The diary was full of unwillingness, thinking that Tom Riddle was a talented person who had already mastered the basic use of magic before he entered school.

Once enrolled, he quickly became a famous figure in Slytherin, becoming a prefect and president of the student union...

I didn't expect that today, I would fall into the hands of a second grade kid.

"Just wait, you will definitely pay the price for your actions! Didn't you say that my main soul is not dead? Just wait, when I am resurrected, I will definitely kill you..."

"You talk too much, Tom. Tell me how you want to die."

Albert used Cruciatus on the notebook. The three unforgivable curses can all affect the soul, so the fragment of Tom's soul in the diary can also feel the pain.

He stopped cursing, and the ink on the paper twisted and ran from one corner to the other, showing Tom's extreme pain. He also wanted to turn the page, but was stopped by Albert.

"You didn't expect it, Tom, I endured this pain last year, and now I give it all back to you!

Cut out the bones! "

The ink was still twisting, the diary wanted to escape, and Albert couldn't even control it. Fortunately, with Sander, the thunderbird's claws held tightly, and the sharp talons almost punctured the pages of the diary.

"Since you don't say anything, then the last thing you can decide is left to me. Let me think about it and use the death curse you taught me!"

"No!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light hit the diary, and the ink on the diary boiled, and black water poured out.

A scream came from the diary, belonging to a young man. Albert seemed to be able to see him covering his handsome face with his hands, wailing uncontrollably.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but the air is filled with the smell of death, as well as ominousness, despair and fear!

The diary returned to calm, the black water disappeared, the wailing sound disappeared, and even the death curse Albert cast on it had no trace at all.

It was just like an ordinary diary, lying quietly on the table in the Charms Practice Room in the Room of Requirement.

Sander flapped his wings, creating a gust of wind that flipped the pages of the diary.

"Farewell, Tom Riddle."

If Albert and Sander hadn't witnessed everything just now, they would have been deceived by the diary in front of them. Who would have thought that an ordinary small notebook used to be a Horcrux?

Albert slumped in his chair, his eyes empty. He wanted to relax for a while. Voldemort's wailing just now had some impact on him.

The deep despair and fear of death also spread to Albert's mind, and he had to take some time to relax.

"Sander, you fly into the suitcase and take a look to see if there is any joy potion." Albert cast a happy spell on himself, but perhaps because the wand had used the Knife Curse just now, the effect was not obvious.

The Death Curse is the simplest method that Albert can think of to destroy Horcruxes.

In the end, Voldemort used this spell to destroy the soul fragments in Harry Potter's body. Classically, I kill myself.

Furthermore, Tom in the diary once taught Albert how to use the Kedavre, and ending with this spell can be regarded as a beginning and an end.

No, it should be considered a "departure"!

Maybe this is another level of "I kill myself."

No matter how much meaning Albert's move could explain, the diary, the Horcrux, was eventually destroyed.

Thousands of miles away in Albania, in a dense forest, a golden python clinging to a thick tree suddenly woke up.

He shook his head and felt an incomparable pain deep in his soul. It hurt so much that he wanted to hit a tree to relieve the pain.

But he still endured it. After all, he hadn't eaten for half a month. For an ordinary python, this time was not a problem, but he was Voldemort and needed energy to replenish his energy.

Finally, a desperate bald bird flew into a tree and was bitten by the ambushed Voldemort. No need to wrap it around, just waiting for the bald bird to be stuck by his terrifying barbed teeth and slowly wait for death.

He swallowed in large gulps until the bird's carcass was completely consumed.

Maybe it's because his name is Tom. No matter how hungry he is, he never eats mice.

Voldemort's illusory soul loomed in the head of the golden python, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Nagini..."

"Other snakes are too weak. Only you can let me stay for a while without having to move around...

How can I live without you? "

This year, Voldemort is -2 years old!

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[The strongest volume king system

Host: Albert Klein

Occupation: Wizard

Magic reserve: lv6 (1825/50000)

知识理论：变形术lv5（1900/10000）、魔药学lv5（960/10000）、魔咒学lv4（2898/5000）、草药学lv4（2962/5000）

魔咒：厉火咒lv5（1920/10000）、守护神咒lv4（2464/5000）、神锋无影lv4（2296/5000）、阿瓦达索命咒lv4（500/5000）大脑封闭术lv4（25/5000）……

Magic Items: Thunderbird Wand, Newt Suitcase

Negative emotion value: 488 (can be used to upgrade magic reserves, etc.)

Titles: Wizard of the Four, Wizard of Gryffindor Academy, Troll Executioner, Master of Fantastic Beasts PUA, Dragon Knight, Viper Killer, Auror Nemesis, Castle Destroyer

Contract creature: Thunderbird (Sander)]

Now Albert's strength has entered a bottleneck period. What restricts him is not his magic power reserves, but the levels of various subjects.

Negative emotions will not bring in large amounts unless there is a special event.

Albert didn't feel regretful about this. This was not bad. Learning step by step by himself would allow him to feel the solidity of knowledge.

What the system directly gave him was fictitious, and he was unable to exert the full effect of many of them, and he did not discover the level advantages in subjects such as Potions.

Come up with one or two magic potions first, and then write two papers!

Only in this way can we better reflect what we are, give full play to our subjective initiative, give full play to the guiding role of consciousness in transforming the objective world, and give full play to the regulating and controlling role of consciousness in the physiological activities of the human body.

Although there is magic in this world, it cannot be denied that magic is also part of the objective world.

Just because some people are Muggles and don't understand magic, you can't deny the existence of magic!