HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

Because of the black mist protection circle that Olga left for Cedric, no one present could hurt him.

But at the same time, he couldn't get out.

He simply cannot protect the people he wants to protect.

Even let her fall into a trap.

Cedric felt so heartbroken that he was about to suffocate. He called out Olga's name silently, and the girl seemed to sense it and looked back at him.

The scattered black hair fell in front of her body, and a few unruly strands of hair stuck to the girl's white and creamy cheeks. Her lips, which were usually bright red, now had lost some of their color, making her cold and calm face look weak and helpless.

Cedric saw Olga raise the corner of her mouth to him with a pale face after noticing his gaze.

That smile was gentle, yet powerful.

Just like the everlasting hibiscus flower, it looks fragile on the outside but is tougher than you can imagine on the inside.

"pat-"

A tear slowly slid out of Cedric's gray eyes, fell along the boy's face and onto the gravel-covered ground.

Olga...

Cedric was heartbroken. He stiffly raised the corners of his mouth towards Olga, but that smile must have been very ugly.

Sariel stood aside with his arms folded, watching Cedric and Olga stare at each other with a smile on his face.

In his eyes, this was just like a pair of lovers who were separated and still worried about each other.

What a good show.

Sariel now felt that since he had already secured victory, he would be happy to see the little thing that his mentor had called a hidden danger for thousands of years act helplessly.

Voldemort walked up to Olga, lowered his head and looked at the girl lying on the ground, with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

He squatted down and looked at Olga: "Things change, little prince... I wonder if you still remember the last time we met?"

Olga couldn't bear to look at Voldemort's unrecognizable face.

Don’t ask, the answer is that I miss the diary.

She lowered her eyes and said calmly: "Remember, it was you who begged me to cooperate with you."

Voldemort's heart choked and he glared at Olga angrily, but when he noticed that she didn't dare to look at him, he smiled knowingly.

"Why don't you look up? Is it your nature not to look up?"

Olga laughed angrily, but her current state was obviously not suitable for excessive mood swings. Her voice was more tired than before, but the content of her words hit Voldemort's heart directly.

"Don't you have any idea what you look like? Noseless brother? Do you have to make me tell you and embarrass myself?"

Voldemort: ...

He was so angry that his chest rose and fell dramatically, and his already terrifying face became even more terrifying: "Okay, okay, okay, you are fine! I wonder how long you can keep your stubbornness going!"

Sariel (watching the show): Why does this line sound familiar?

Voldemort pulled his wand out of his robe pocket and pointed it at Olga in an attempt to take her blood.

Just as he was about to cast the spell, Riddle, who had been sleeping for several months, woke up in time, instantly floated out of the diary and stopped Voldemort's actions.

"Master, I'm late."

Riddle carefully helped Olga up. Seeing the usually strong girl now leaning weakly in his arms, he suddenly felt a strong desire to protect her and deep heartache.

He unconsciously tightened his arms and suddenly looked up at his stunned self, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

I finally understood why Olga had to repeatedly confirm whether she would change in the process of absorbing souls.

This face...

Even he himself despises it.

Voldemort was confused. He met Riddle's gaze and confirmed that this was his younger self.

It's just a state of soul.

He had a vague suspicion, but he couldn't believe that he would go against himself.

"you......?"

Riddle said coldly: "What do you mean by me? Am I not you?"

Voldemort was shocked and furious: "Since you are me, why are you helping others? You even call her 'Master'? Do you have any shame?"

Riddle was also very angry: "Do I have any shame? Do you want to look at your own face before asking me?"

Voldemort: "You are my Horcrux! I created you!"

Riddle: "Get lost! We all come from the same soul, so who is nobler than who?"

Voldemort: "Without me, you are just an ordinary diary!"

Riddle: "Haha, do you want to listen to the nonsense you are talking about? Your soul has been split so many times that your IQ has gone wrong? The diary is just a vessel that carries the soul. In essence, I am you! You are me!"

Voldemort, dead.

Riddle sneered, what a joke, he is no longer the same person he used to be.

After being attacked by Olga again and again, he is now an advanced version of Nuohuru Tom Riddle.

As Riddle delayed time intentionally or unintentionally, Olga had been quietly accumulating strength.

To ensure that everything goes smoothly, Olga uses the soul contract between her and Riddle to communicate directly.

"Later, drink my blood while they are careless."

Olga's calm and weak voice suddenly rang in his mind. Riddle paused, and after understanding the meaning of her words, he was even more incredulous.

"Don't stop, keep scolding him, irritating him, and delaying time." Sensing Riddle's confusion, Olga quickly reminded him.

Riddle subconsciously followed Olga's instructions: "Look at the way you are dead. What good will it do even if you gain eternal life? Living in this world in such an ugly state is disgusting!"

Double kill.

Voldemort's red eyes grew even redder, and he was obviously extremely angry.

"You dare to challenge me with just a fragment? I really give you face!"

Voldemort does not yet know that Riddle has absorbed all the Horcruxes he created before his death, and his soul is now much stronger than his.

Riddle was still trying: "That's right, because your face is gone."

Three kills.

Voldemort's chest heaved more and more violently. He could no longer bear it and raised his wand to point it at Riddle and attack him.

The spell undoubtedly penetrated Riddle's slightly transparent body.

Riddle sneered with three parts of ridicule, three parts of indifference, and four parts of indifference: "You useless thing."

Voldemort, pawn times 4.

Olga saw that the time was almost right, and if they continued to waste time like this, Sariel would definitely take action.

"Now!"

She quickly freed her hand and, with all her strength, thrust it toward Riddle's mouth.

Riddle only felt a cool and delicate touch against his lips, while Olga's anxious voice echoed in his mind.

"Open your mouth!"

He obeyed out of habit and obediently opened his mouth to take in the blood that was flowing out. It did not have the bloody smell as he had imagined, but instead had a hint of sweetness.

The moment the blood entered the body, Riddle felt his body changing.

"Dong dong, dong dong——"

He heard the strong heartbeat coming from his chest, and his originally light body slowly became heavy and strong.

Riddle clenched his fist slightly and felt the warmth in his palm, which was human body temperature.