HP in the name of Slytherin

"Ho ho, descendant of the gods..." The thing said this vaguely, as if it was still not used to such a long snake letter, and was salivating as it spoke.

Tom almost vomited: "Can you speak without spitting so much? Voldemort, are you a three-year-old child?"

Haierbo rarely united the front with him, and stuck his head out from Catherine's neck: [That's it! dirty! 】

Voldemort's eyes suddenly turned up, and he grew compound eyes like an insect, and said to Catherine: "Stop your little tricks."

When he uttered the first syllable, the gray-yellow chaotic magic power instantly condensed into a long spear, and suddenly pierced the corner - there were the guarding dementors that Catherine secretly sent out to prepare for a flanking attack later!

"Ouch!!!" The guard dementor who turned into a mushroom was almost stabbed through and hurriedly hid in the wall.

I don't know how Voldemort operated it, but the chaotic magic power penetrated into the wall and made a corrosive sound.

What Tom said just now was originally to find an opportunity for Catherine, but Voldemort didn't expect to be fooled at all... He didn't even move his head and directly "saw" the guarding dementor sneaking behind him.

"Insect eyes?"

"Snakes themselves don't rely on sight either."

Voldemort's current appearance really exceeded Catherine and Dumbledore's cognition, and they could only infer based on the current situation.

"Don't speak in that sarcastic tone, Voldemort, haven't you tried every means to turn yourself into a god?" Catherine tried to get Voldemort to say more.

Theoretically speaking, divine beings would naturally have feelings of hostility when meeting each other, but she and Haierbo are in a good mood now. Maybe it's because Voldemort is not a serious divine descendant at all?

The two of them felt fine, but Voldemort didn't feel good at all. Catherine, who was already very annoying, now looked even more disgusting, including the stupid white snake around her neck...

The chaos magic surged more violently with his emotional changes, and this time Sirius felt the familiar sting again.

"The magic of Chaos has strengthened..." he whispered to Dumbledore.

Catherine naturally heard it, and she was still looking for an opportunity, never forgetting to ridicule: "What is fake is fake, and you can still control the curtain? This is what my dear, noble father, Lord Salazar, left for me. "

Her expression clearly said, What about you, Voldemort, what do you have?

Strictly speaking, he is no longer a direct descendant of Slytherin. Now that he has become a so-called divine descendant, he is just a random hybrid like a clown. He became a descendant through the previous soul connection with Catherine and the waste blood dropped by Haierbo. Like this.

"You, too, are just indebted to your ancestors..." Voldemort said vaguely, grinning and showing two weird fangs, "You two are claiming to be descendants of gods, are you two better than me?"

As soon as his final note rose, Catherine and Dumbledore shouted almost simultaneously: "Be careful!"

Dumbledore pulled Sirius, and Catherine pulled Tom. The guarding dementor instantly grew in size and blocked several people. Its white mist-like cloak was scratched by the sudden sharp chaos magic.

three seconds.

The chaotic magic that turned into a hurricane dissipated, and two of the five guarding dementors on Catherine's side had been damaged.

Haierbo felt distressed and rolled up the two guard dementors who had turned back into little white mushrooms with their tails, and hid them together in Catherine's clothes.

"Look at this, which one of us is more like Apep?" Voldemort asked with a smile.

The serious descendants of Apep continued to disintegrate due to the long erosion of time and the rejection of the world. In the end, the only one left who was fished out from the curtain by Catherine using a contract was Helbo, a little fool who would never grow up.

Voldemort, in the form of a modern mortal, used Catherine's divine soul and Halpo's divine blood to transform himself into an divine being, and his power far exceeded that of Catherine and Halpo.

"This is your limit, Voldemort," Catherine looked at the man who was almost integrated with the curtain, "Why do you think there are no more gods in this world?"

When they first came in, everyone thought that Voldemort was clawing at the curtain and trying to tear it open. Now, most of Voldemort's legs and arms had merged into the gray-yellow mist, like a person falling into a swamp, unable to get out at all.

This world rejects gods, so all the gods have fled, and even the descendants of gods who may become gods in the future are gradually withering away.

Catherine and Helbo are already on the verge of danger, can they go further? Of course you can, but the result is to be ostracized or obliterated by the world, so even if Catherine can get more food, she will not let Halbo continue to eat openly, and she will restrain herself and just live in Hogwarts.

Voldemort thought that the more powerful he was, the better, but little did he know that the more powerful he was, the faster the world would reject him.

But Voldemort can use magic to turn his own people into gods. Don't you know this?

"Magic makes everything possible, my ancestor." Voldemort gradually adapted to this body, and his speech became more and more clear. He did not forget to mock his young self, "For the sake of our common origin, this Consider it my gift to you, little Tom."

With a dark face, Tom listened to Voldemort's exaggerated aria: "You should feel it, this surging power."

Although, Tom, who is now as exquisite as a little angel, does not feel at all that he and Voldemort have the same origin, "Go to hell, I have nothing to do with you."

Voldemort chuckled. He controlled the chaos magic in the curtain, and its lethality was astonishing. If he didn't want to destroy the entire Ministry of Magic, it would be just right to let Voldemort himself be swallowed up like this.

But what Tom said was actually to test what Voldemort would do. He understood himself that if it was the road to death, Voldemort would definitely not choose it. After all, there would be no Catherine to accompany him in hell.

And Voldemort also knew Tom. As soon as Tom started speaking, he knew what he wanted to do.

"Guess where I will go?" Voldemort said in a good mood, "My ancestor, I know that the curtain connects many worlds. Do you think I will go thousands of years ago to meet your dear father, or... another world?"

His eyes glanced at Sirius for the first time, obviously meaning something.

Among the many extended parallel worlds, this world has the highest concentration of magic power. Therefore, if there is a Voldemort in every world, there is no doubt that this Voldemort is the strongest one.

In their world, they had to pay a heavy price for dealing with Voldemort whose soul was split into seven. If this Voldemort passed away again.

"Are you afraid? Remember, it was you and my ancestors who brought this disaster. I will kill everyone you care about."