HP: The New God from Hogwarts

Tom lay on the floor with his hands spread open, sweat condensing bit by bit in the cold air, and there was a strange rustling sound coming from upstairs.

His face finally regained a trace of color, and suddenly became ugly again. Just now, his attention had been on little Barty, and then he was so heartbroken that he almost forgot such an important thing.

She didn't even dare to look at Taowu, silently praying in her heart that she wouldn't notice anything unusual.

Taowu curled her lips at an angle that he couldn't see, played with the wand in her hand, and asked him in a light tone: "Tom, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Her sudden question made Tom's heart tighten and he began to sweat again. He thought for a few seconds and finally made up his mind.

"Have!"

Taowu stood beside him and looked at him condescendingly, waiting for what he would say next.

"Pull me up, Luna." He stretched out his right hand towards Taowu. He was so weak that he couldn't get up on his own. "I'll take you to have a look."

Momo rolled her eyes when she saw him looking so weak and unable to take care of himself, and she pulled the frail Dark Lord up from the ground.

Tom stood up with the help of her hand, weakly leaning on her body, covering his heart with his hands, his handsome face was as pale as paper, his beautiful sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the ends of his eyes were stained with a slight blush, still retaining the traces of just now. Moisture carried by teardrops.

She looks so much like that weak Liu Fufeng sister Lin, who could look at it and not say that Fu Dai is real.

Tom looked like he was about to collapse at any moment. He held onto the handrail and held Taowu's hand, and slowly walked up the stairs.

He pushed open the second room on the right side of the second floor. It was dark inside. He stood at the door hesitantly.

"Why don't you light a lamp?" Taowu raised her chin towards a kerosene lamp hanging on the wall next to the door.

Tom looked at her and hesitated several times, and finally picked up the oil lamp and lit the fuse with a magic spell: "Then why don't you use fluorescent light yourself?"

What he said made sense. Taowu flicked the wand, and a dazzling white light lit up at the top, illuminating the entire room. Tom looked down at the kerosene lamp in his hand that emitted a faint light and felt inferior.

Lying on the wooden floor in the center of the room was a strange creature, like a newborn baby. It was light red all over, with wrinkled skin. It had no hair on its head, and the facial features on its face were extremely deformed and shriveled. On that chrysanthemum-like face.

Although his body is about the same size as a baby, his skin is not as tender and full of fat as a baby's. The skin on his body is wrinkled and tightly attached to the bones. You can clearly see the lines of the ribs, arms and legs. There is no muscle or fat on it, like four bamboo poles.

It’s hard to put into words how good it looks.

Taowu turned her head to look at the handsome young man beside her, and then looked at the monster lying on the ground. The thing even moved a little bit, eh, it was even more disgusting.

If I had known better, I would not have allowed Tom to light the lamp and light up the room without the fluorescent flashes. It would be really eye-opening.

Ugly, can you please stop turning on the light?

She bumped Tom's waist with her elbow, her eyes filled with mockery: "This is you."

Tom: ...Stop talking, I feel even more inferior.

Taowu looked at Voldemort No. 1 lying on the ground, and understood why Barty Jr. and Nagini were entrenched here. They were protecting this thing.

If she hadn't chased Barty Jr. to Riddle's old house this time, she would have completely forgotten that Voldemort still has a real body. In next year's Triwizard Tournament, Peter and Barty Jr. will set the Goblet of Fire as a door key. , sent Harry here to use this thing to truly resurrect Voldemort.

She walked over to the monster and squatted down, poked his belly with her wand, pressed against his belly and turned him over so that his ugly face was facing up.

Those lizard-like eyes stared at her with hatred, as if they had huge hatred, and his throat made an obscure and unpleasant sound.

"fraud."

This should be the one on Quirrell's head. I don't know what method was used to sacrifice Quirrell, but he himself escaped.

"Is this the true body?" Taowu looked up at Tom. It seemed that he knew himself, and just like his soul, he called himself a liar when they met.

Tom nodded reluctantly. He looked at the ugly monster on the ground and really didn't want to admit that it was him. In the past, he didn't care about the appearance at all.

He took a look at Taowu and saw that those who are close to vermillion are really red and those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to facial features love beauty.

The monster lying on the ground could feel Taowu's strength. He cursed Little Barty in his heart for being unreliable and running away and leaving him here.

"Do you share memories?" Taowu asked.

"No, I haven't shared memories since I died at the Potters." Tom shook his head, "You can say that I am just an ordinary boy with the memory of Voldemort."

Tom was good at sophistry, and what he said sounded reasonable. After he was separated from Voldemort's body, he had been in the diary without a trace of blood.

However, his heart is the same as Voldemort's. If the diary hadn't fallen into Momowu's hands and her strength had crushed him, I'm afraid he would have used Ginny to release the basilisk to harm the students like in the original story. Then he ruthlessly killed Ginny.

He also had harmful intentions.

Momo raised her eyebrows but did not answer his words. She looked at the monster on the ground, and the tip of the wand was gently placed on the monster's chest.

The wand began to shine, and the monster suddenly let out a piercing scream. He waved his two bamboo pole-like arms and struggled, just like a drowning person in the sea without a life jacket, and all his struggles were in vain.

Tom took a step forward nervously, but was shouted back by her.

"do not come!"

The wand was like a straw, constantly absorbing the monster's magic power and vitality. His screams gradually became weak and feeble from high-pitched and sharp, and the amplitude of the waving of his arms gradually became smaller, and finally returned to nothingness.

Tom watched in horror as he died bit by bit in front of him, his body dying.

He even chuckled a little.

Now, he is the real Tom Riddle.

The one and only Tom Riddle.

The fear of Taowu discovering his true form completely disappeared, and his arms trembled slightly with excitement.

With a tap of Taowu's finger, the lifeless body on the ground started to burn, and after a moment it turned into little sparks and disappeared into the air.

In this way, even if Barty Jr. finds other Death Eaters, they will never be able to resurrect the real Voldemort without the basic props for resurrection.

Now, there's only the loyal Tom Riddle.

Her Tom Riddle.

She tapped his forehead with the shining wand, and a wave of strength and vitality that once belonged to him surged into his body.

"I've strengthened your attributes, but I won't give you a real resurrection. You still need to rely on the diary."

Tom's current physical state cannot leave the diary for more than an hour, so he must stay with Momo Wu most of the time, or in the diary.

Some fragmented memory fragments also poured into his mind with the magic power. He seemed to see a familiar figure in those strange memories. He stared at Taowu's back.

"You were the one who put mud in my mouth two years ago."