[HP Fudai] Knot of Life and Death

Tom Riddle watched all this quietly, he really wanted to close his eyes, but he pinched his palms to keep himself from closing them.

Merope, don't.

Don't do it, Merope, don't do it, mother.

The poor woman picked up her child and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead.

Don't do it, mother.

Then the woman raised the knife, stabbed towards her chest, smeared the blood from her heart on her wand, and raised it towards the man in front of her.

Everything came to a standstill - a standstill in the truest sense of the word, Salazar Slytherin made it stop.

"Tom Riddle—"

"Don't call me that name."

But Salazar Slytherin ignored him and continued to speak slowly.

"Would you like to hear the end of this story, my child, Merope, your mother, in order to protect that Muggle man and you, with the blood of her own heart. An insurmountable ancient curse, that magic The curse prevents Moffingunt from ever killing Tom Riddle—that is, you and your father. But she cannot harness this ancient black magic, so she too is consumed by the curse."

As he said, when she raised her wand and recited the incantation, everything continued to unfold slowly: countless black, ghost-like things flew out of the core of the wand, and burrowed into Merope's facial features , like an insect entering a burrow.

The woman's whole body began to bleed because of the erosion of this evil magic, her body was shaking like a sieve, but she didn't put down the wand in her hand, her hand pointed forward like a dead tree branch trembling in the wind, Unwavering—the direction in which her lover was.

"Don't kill Tom Riddle...don't kill Tom Riddle..." The woman repeated this sentence with the last of her strength, as if repeating some instruction, Moffingunt lost consciousness as if being pulled by a rope, Turning his head to look at his sister in horror, in his eyes, her last trace of consciousness and life was being deprived——

"Don't kill Tom Riddle...don't kill Tom Riddle...don't...kill Tom Riddle...don't...kill...Tom Riddle...don't—kill Tom Riddle..." The woman's blood and tears dried up on her face. At this moment, her body quickly shrank like a leaky ball. The blood and flesh were quickly evacuated, and the shriveled skin condensed on the bones. It completely turned into a skeleton with some dry skin.

"So it was her last words." The young man murmured.

"And this case attracted the attention of the Ministry of Magic, so Moffingunt continued to be imprisoned in Azkaban for the next ten years on charges of murder. He was not released until four years ago, and You—you have had countless curses cast on you by Moffingand, but none of them succeeded, and neither did your father..."

"He's still alive?"

"After Mofingant was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, he was also sent back to Little Hangleton by the person in charge of the aftermath. The Amnestic Curse made him forget all of this."

"So she never tried to kill me."

"No, no, never. But Morfin's magic will make her kill you...after she's fully resurrected."

"Why are you telling me this, these illusions..."

"I chose you, child." Salazar stretched out his withered hand and wrapped it tightly around Riddle's arm. "No, Slytherin chose you. You are destined to be the guardian of wizards, really. Sorcerer - avenge the blood feud of thousands of years, drive those dirty mudbloods out of our world, restore the former honor, family, power, and real, supreme magic, not those hidden in the dark The play house here..."

He stuffed a wand into Riddle's palm, and stared at the young man friendly with his golden eyes.

"The power of this wand is much stronger. This is my gift to you. Before you reach adulthood, you will become one of the greatest wizards in the world..."

"I used to think about what kind of person I would face in the end, when I got to the end." Riddle suddenly interrupted him coldly, "I know there will always be someone standing in front of me, asking me to do this That, I have been thinking about who will stand in front of me in the end."

"Oh, boy, it looks like you're disappointed with this gray-haired old man and his plans." Salazar froze.

"I know it was you who did it, Gaunt found me, and the plan after that, the book—you swapped the book and created a death spot for me... No, I guess it was an accident, You just don't want me to do things that you didn't plan, so you changed that book, and I accidentally got a girl."

"That accident did make planning a little easier," Salazar said.

"I always thought that as long as I was careful enough, I would be able to get rid of Moffingand and save my life...but I didn't expect that I would always step on your plan step by step, but did you ever think that the plan would be Is something wrong?"

"It's not wrong, Riddle, you agree with me, you hate Muggles as much as I do, don't you. And if you want to get out of this illusion, save that girl or yourself, you need me. You are on the verge of Dead, Riddle, though you seem to be at your ease now, thinking you are threatening your poor aging ancestors, you are dying, my boy, and I am the only one who can save you. I have Old, need nothing, I just have this one last wish, and because of it I've been in this dark place for 1000 years - just one wish, you won't disobey me, cause you won't disregard you and that girl Her name is Dai, right?"

"you are wrong."

Riddle moved closer to Salazar, stroking the wand.

"Son, I have to remind you, this is a wand I made, a wand I made with my own hands, you can't defeat me with it... Your magic is nothing compared to real ancient wizards."

Riddle ignored Salazar's words, talked to himself, and approached Salazar step by step,

"...You think I am a scheming person, I will judge the situation, I will not make a decision that is harmful to myself, I know what is the best solution, not like that idiot Moffingant. I will never see injustice , I don’t believe in the so-called feelings either, I only evaluate the risks and predict the results to see if it is beneficial to me. Because I am a bastard who grew up in the mud, I am more rational and cold-blooded than anyone else, I wrote it for you A puppet made out of a script."

"This is your advantage."

"But you are wrong about one thing..." Riddle lowered his head, looked at Salazar seriously, and looked directly into the old man's terrifying eyes. At that moment, the old man also looked up at him, but in the next second, Riddle looked at Salazar. The wand went into the old man's heart!

"You shouldn't have involved them!"

Riddle suddenly roared furiously, the old man was crushed to the ground by him, unable to cast a single spell, his heart was pierced by Riddle with that blunt wooden stick!

Salazar never knew that his descendant had such great strength. He was like a wounded beast in anger. Salazar could only carefully see the wounds in the eyes of the boy who had been lowering his eyes just now. Pain and anger, it was a kind of overwhelming hatred, he felt the magic wand in his heart, twisted by the blood-stained hands, the severe pain tortured this great wizard speechless ——But he wasn't dead yet, the boy still didn't let go, just pressed him with all his strength, roared and carved the wooden stick into his blood and flesh like a knife!

"You're crazy," blood foamed from the corner of Salazar's mouth, "you're going to die...my plan...my...no! Don't do that!"

He yelled at Riddle with all his strength—to be precise, behind Riddle—the giant snake opened its mouth towards the boy, and bit him hard.

Two fangs protruded from Riddle's chest.Then pulled out, the body of the boy whose huge fangs were pulled out was pulled.

"Hahahahahaha" Riddle laughed wildly in a low voice, almost lost his voice, his eyes were red, his face was covered with sticky blood, and he stared at Salazar, "You said you are the most Great wizard? I killed you, and now I am the greatest wizard..." The boy even had a bit of complacency in his tone, "Your plans are all over."

Then black blood flowed from his mouth too.

But to his surprise, the old man just stared at him, the gold in those eyes quickly faded and turned into an ordinary blue, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, the kind that terrified Riddle. , a gentle smile——"You did not disappoint me, my child. You will be the greatest wizard. It's true."

Then Salazar Slytherin closed his old, weather-beaten eyes, and at that moment, a cloudy tear fell from the gully at the corner of his eye.

The wizard who had once created the whole house of Slytherin was dead - more than 1000 years after his death, the last fragment was completely dead.

At this moment, Riddle turned his head, and he saw the basilisk bowed its head in front of him, its huge body coiled together—like a vassal submitting to its king.

Then the boundless whiteness broke, and every fragment emitted a dazzling light. Riddle had to close his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that he had returned to the secret room.

Daiyu, covered in blood, stood expressionlessly opposite him, only a few steps away from him, and he also knew that this was not Daiyu.