HP Cronos

"Tom?" Nora exclaimed. "Why are you here?"

"What do you call him?" Sirius grasped the point keenly, "Tom? Which Tom?"

"I met him in the hall downstairs." Luna answered Nora's question, she opened her big foggy eyes, and seemed to still not understand what was going on, "He said he was going to come up, and I advised him not to , because there was a large group of harassers up there. But he said he had an important friend to meet, so I brought him here."

As if he didn't see the group of ferocious adult wizards in front of him, the boy passed through the circle of Death Eaters, came to Nora, and stretched out a hand to her: "Let's go back."

"Okay." Nora took his hand, "Let's go back."

"Go back? Where do you want to go back?" Riddle said coldly, "Duanxin—"

The Cruciatus Curse stuck in the throat like a killing curse.

"Damn it." Riddle cursed, the hand holding the wand twisted weirdly, the remaining hand pressed his forehead, his face became hideous, "...I underestimated you!"

"You are underestimating yourself," said the boy quietly. "I am Tom Marvolo Riddle. I am Voldemort."

Harry looked at Voldemort, who was pointing his wand at him in front of him, and at the little boy who called himself Voldemort, not sure if some spell hit him during the fierce battle just now, causing him to have auditory hallucinations.

Three Voldemorts?More hair than Dumbledore's Phoenix's tail.Is Voldemort any Christmas sale sale?There are a variety of styles in each hand, and you can choose from various models?

Well now, the third Voldemort is here.Lucius Malfoy had retreated into a corner, cross-chested expressionlessly.He'd been stimulated enough for an hour that even three Voldemorts and Dumbledore happily playing the wizard card couldn't shake his nerves anymore.

Nora didn't need to look to know that the eyes of everyone in the Order of the Phoenix were full of question marks.They haven't figured it out yet, when they figure it out... When they figure it out, Nora will be finished.

"Give me time! I can explain!" she yelled.

A Death Eater said to Tom in a nasty voice: "My child, the name of the Dark Lord is not for you."

"Stop them—don't kill them!" roared Riddle, his eyes redder than ever.

Lucius Malfoy hesitated for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Didn't you hear? The master said to stop them!"

With him as an example, the Death Eaters surrounded them.Now both sides suffered heavy casualties - no one from the Order of the Phoenix was sacrificed, which is a blessing in misfortune - but the Death Eaters have a numerical advantage, not to mention that they have a powerful 'Voldemort' although they don't know the authenticity.

Mulciber was the first to fire a Binding Charm, and the ensuing multicolored spells flew at the two of them, only to be bounced off by 'Voldemort' himself with a wave of his wand.

"I said I was 'Tom Riddle,'" said Tom, "and you are but a shadow of mine."

Nora held Tom's hand.His palms were soaked, and his back should be similar.He was not at all easier than Riddle.

Norah wasn't surprised that Tom knew he was Voldemort, he was too smart to be surprised.She just couldn't help thinking, when did he know about it?From which sentence?From which expression?

The fight in the room was over, ending with Voldemort's escape - a wise decision, he wouldn't get the Prophecy Ball and Harry any more.Not since the duel in 1945 had Dumbledore faced such a match.Fox, who swallowed a death curse and turned into a hairless chick, curled up in his pocket.

Dumbledore was the last to arrive, but he seemed to know what happened just now better than everyone present. He looked around with a calm expression: "It was a mistake to choose to come here tonight, Tom."

"I won't fight you, Dumbledore," said Riddle.

"That's best," said Dumbledore. "I've had enough fights today."

A war of the century disappeared without a trace.

"I won't kill you," he said to Tom. "As long as you live, I won't die."

"How would you choose? Dumbledore. How would you choose? Representing the Order of Justice." Riddle raised his head and laughed.His icy laugh echoed in the hall.A gust of wind rolled up, and everyone covered their eyes.When the wind stopped, there was no sign of Riddle.

The Death Eaters gaped.They turned and ran, but were all caught by the Anti-Apparation Charm and fell to the ground in dismay.

"He ran away," said Harry, "and ran away without you."

"Tom!" Nora screamed, and supported Tom who was lying limp. The boy's face was as pale as paper.

Officials from the Ministry of Magic are always late.The lift was crowded with wizards and wizards, and Cornelius Fudge, still in his pajamas under his cloak, was squeezed out of them, his slippers on the floor.

"The boy downstairs says - You-Know-Who's up there - here? I mean - at the Ministry - Merlin up - You-Know-Who can't be in the Ministry -"

"There he is!" said a man in scarlet robes and a golden ponytail. "I saw it! Mr. Fudge! He Apparated and escaped!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, and I've seen it!" panted Fudge, "but that's clearly not the same man as we know...and the man you describe! We saw, he was just a man Ordinary wizards—”

"He is Voldemort, Connelly. If you don't have a photo of him when he was young, I can lend you one to take a closer look." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Dumbledore—you are here...and that man is—Sirius Black!" Fudge gasped, glanced around at the Auror he had brought, and shouted almost without thinking, "Catch Stop him!"

"If you think they can beat me, Connelly, let them come," said Dumbledore. "You can go on deluding yourself that the presence of a large number of Death Eaters at the Ministry was just an accident. But, in the Just now, you saw with your own eyes what I've been trying to tell you all along—Voldemort is back. It's time for you to learn to use your brain."

Fudge looked around angrily.

"So, what happened to Sirius Black? He is a fugitive who escaped from Azkaban! God, there is another child, Kingsley, tell me, did you bring your child to watch the battle with the mysterious man? "

"Blake is not a Death Eater. That should have been clarified years ago, and it's not too late. As for the kid—"

Nora looked at Kingsley imploringly.He said without changing his face: "As you can see, he is just a minor wizard who wandered here by mistake. Both Moody and Tonks can testify."

Both Mad-Eye Moody and Transfiguration Mags Tonks nodded approvingly.Sirius leaned exhaustedly against the wall, his face blank, as if he hadn't heard anything.Harry glanced at Kingsley hesitantly, but said nothing.

Nora looked Sirius in the eye.He didn't look at her.

She knew he had not forgiven, and never would.But Tom saved Harry, that's all.

Fudge chattered to Dumbledore again, but Nora had lost the strength to listen.Their voices gradually became meaningless background noises in her ears.Nora, who was hit by several magic wands and passed Awada twice, finally passed out with confidence.

This overly colorful evening was drawn to a perfect end.

The night is far from over.

Officials from the Ministry of Magic stayed up all night to clean up the mess. Dumbledore resolutely took away Sirius Black and Harry Potter. The reporters who heard the news sneaked into the Ministry of Magic in a way comparable to spies. Zha slapped him fiercely, and was finally kicked out by the unbearable Aurors.

Cornelius Fudge couldn't care less about the mess, knowing that after tonight his political career was pretty much over.Dumbledore has been kind for so long that people even forget that he is the wizard who defeated the first generation of demons Grindelwald.

Pupils were sent back to school and the injured were flown back to St Mungo's.

Dumbledore and Harry had a long talk.Half an hour of conferring with Cornelius Fudge followed.After sending away the frustrated Minister of Magic, he was blocked in the office by an angry Snape.

The key members of the Order of the Phoenix who could be present were urgently summoned.

"As some of you already know tonight, 'Jack Gray' whose real name was 'Tom Riddle' was a piece of Lord Voldemort's soul."

Molly Weasley let out an exclamation.Mundungus' Hache hit halfway and was suffocated back. "A piece of soul, my goodness, he looks like a totally...normal boy? Doesn't he?" Mundungus asked.

"There's more magic than you can understand, Mundungus," said Moody mercilessly.

"I apologize for my concealment, but I still insist that I chose the right one," said Dumbledore. "He is now lying in St. Mungo's hospital bed. Until he finds a proper disposition, I want to Ask for your opinion first."

There was silence in the room.The Weasleys looked at each other without speaking.Sirius sat in the shadows, leaning against the back of the chair with his chest crossed.He was also badly injured but refused to go to St Mungo's for treatment, only receiving some emergency treatment.Lupine, who was slightly injured, tended to the injured in the hospital.Moody's and Kingsley's silence is King's motto.

"The answer is obvious, isn't it? Since no one wants to say it, then I will say it." Mundungus said, "He is the soul of the mysterious man. All our activities these days have been exposed to the mysterious man under our noses. We've got to deal with him, put him in Azkaban, or, if it's safer..."

Molly gasped: "This is murder."

"This is not murder. According to Dumbledore, he can't be called a person at all, but a piece of soul. I dare say it is more cruel than burning a portrait." Mundungus said, "Besides keeping He might have troubles, don't you think so? Moody? Kingsley? Black? We risk our lives every day, don't we think our lives are not our lives?"

"I agree with him," said Moody meaningfully. "Dumbledore, as I told you earlier, we have to—get rid of him."

Suddenly Lupine emerged from the fireplace, and said eagerly, "—here he is!"

The author has something to say: Little Tom & Big Tom: Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills.

Bald Tom: ? ? ?

The godfather's lunch box was taken away by Aunt Bei, but Boss Voldemort wholesaled a bunch of lunch boxes waiting to be distributed.