Hogwarts in the shadows

"It seems that this is what you desire deep in your heart. 'Love', what a beautiful word!"

A voice slowly came into Hephes's ears.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with ink-black hair and a handsome face standing quietly not far away.

"Are you Voldemort?" Hephis' eyes were full of surprise.

He still had an impression of Voldemort, but how did the socket boiled egg become like this?

"You know me. It seems that I was dragged here by you." Voldemort bowed slightly.

"I guess so." Hephis slowly approached Voldemort.

"May I tell you your name?" Voldemort's voice was calm.

"Hephis."

"I heard about you from that little girl named Ginny."

"Oh? It's such an honor to be remembered by the Dark Lord!" Hephes smiled.

"She said that you are an absolute genius and even conquered the entire Slytherin in your first year." There was an inexplicable light in Voldemort's eyes.

"It's just an empty reputation, not worth mentioning." Hephis stopped, about ten meters away from Voldemort.

"Actually, I have wanted to meet you for a long time. You are very ambitious, just like me." There was a hint of admiration in Voldemort's eyes.

"Uh..." Hephis was speechless. It was no wonder that they were the same person and spoke in the same way.

"As long as you are willing to help me, I can give you everything you want." There was temptation in Voldemort's voice.

"For example?" Hephis raised his eyebrows.

"Like immortality." Voldemort's voice was low.

Hephis taunted, "Living in a diary like you do?"

Voldemort's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "As long as you help me, I can be resurrected."

"Please beg me!" Hephis said jokingly.

"What did you say?" A trace of anger flashed across Voldemort's face.

"I said, you...beg...me..." Hephis said word by word.

"Do you know who I am?" Voldemort's face suddenly darkened.

"Voldemort! Didn't I just say that?" Hephis shrugged.

Voldemort quickly calmed down. "It seems that I have been gone for too long, causing the world to lack awe."

"Oh, not bad!" Hephes was a little surprised.

He originally wanted to provoke Voldemort, because people who are angry are more likely to make mistakes, but he didn't expect Voldemort to calm down so quickly.

But he has almost finished the arrangement.

Not far away, a faint gunshot was heard.

A black bullet pierced Voldemort's body.

“You have no moral principles.” Voldemort covered the small hole in his chest, his voice filled with surprise and anger.

Hephis had no intention of talking nonsense with Voldemort anymore.

Those shadows lurking in the dark also launched an attack.

A black cage fell from the sky, and six big swords slashed towards Voldemort.

Seeing this, Voldemort knew that it was useless to pretend any longer, so he pointed his finger at Hephes.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Hephes ducked and dodged nimbly.

Voldemort's figure instantly disappeared and he escaped from the encirclement.

"Soul shock!"

An invisible shock wave came from Voldemort's direction.

The black shadow blocked Hephis's way, but still made him stumble back a few steps.

Six big swords followed closely behind, continuing to chase Voldemort, and gunshots were heard from time to time.

Voldemort swung his arm heavily at Hephaestus.

"Soul whipping!"

Hephis groaned, and his figure swayed slightly.

A gap was directly created in the shadow, and the aftermath attacked him.

But at this time, his shadow once again surrounded Voldemort and gave Voldemort a head-on blow.

The two began to move in various ways to avoid each other's attacks.

Voldemort cast a speed-up spell on himself, while Hephis relied purely on his physical fitness.

For a moment, the two of them were in a stalemate and neither could do anything to the other.

As time went on, Hephaestus gradually gained the upper hand.

He used the power of shadow and didn't need to concentrate on manipulating it.

Voldemort is different, he uses real magic and doesn't even have a wand.

Now he could only rely on wandless spellcasting to hold on, and he had to distract himself to avoid attacks.

Finally, Voldemort's body began to become fainter and fainter.

He gritted his teeth and disappeared on the spot.

Hephis immediately looked around vigilantly, trying to find any trace of Voldemort.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of dizziness came over him, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a gray space.

Voldemort was lying on top of him, holding his head and gnawing on it madly.

Every bite brings up a silver spot of light.

Hephis tried to mobilize the power of the shadows to fight back, but found that they seemed to have lost their response.

He struggled to control Voldemort's head with both hands, opened his mouth wide and bit towards him.

The two of them were fighting each other like wild beasts, and the scene was extremely tragic.

The two milky white balls of light gradually became indistinguishable and merged together.

A huge wave of magical power emanated from Hephis's body.

It woke up Theodore who was sleeping on the side of the bed.

He quickly stood up, holding the wand in one hand and the potion in the other, ready to take action at any time.

"Hmm!" Hephis opened his eyes and his eyeballs rolled around in his sockets.

The familiar ceiling, the familiar four-poster bed, and...

"Fuck, you scared me."

A familiar face suddenly appeared in front of Hephis, less than ten centimeters away.

"Hephis, are you okay?" Theodore quickly straightened up and asked.

"It went fairly well." Hephis glanced at Theodore, whose face was a little pale and whose eyes were bloodshot.

It turned out to be Sunday evening.

Theodore guarded Hephes for more than fifty hours without eating or drinking.

I just took a short nap nearby because I couldn't bear it any longer.

Hephaestus quickly stood up, asked Theodore to lie down, and directly took out the water of life and death and fed it to him.

After Theodore drank the potion, he soon fell asleep.

Hephes felt the surging magic power in his body and smiled evilly. The power was really intoxicating!

At the last moment, he was pulled into the consciousness space by Voldemort.

In that space, no external force can be used.

It's just a test of personal willpower.

The strong will win and the weak will die.

Voldemort was forced into a corner. After all, he really couldn't afford to waste any more time.

Therefore, we can only use this method of testing willpower to gamble our lives.

So in that space, they started the purest physical fight, each wanting to eat the other.

In the end, Hephes had the last laugh.

The piece of Voldemort's soul in the diary also completely disappeared and merged into Hephes' soul.

And everything that the sixteen-year-old Voldemort learned belonged to Hephesus.

It's just that Voldemort's thoughts and personality will also affect Hephes.