This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The third floor was so lively tonight, and Lockhart slept as soundly as usual, which was itself a particularly suspicious thing.

But after seeing his narcissism and his habit of lighting aromatherapy to help him sleep, Vincent didn't think there was anything suspicious.

If he were Tom, would he choose a idiot professor?

Insight into people's hearts, unexpected.

He was fooled for the third time.

"Stand up, Harry Potter." Tom's confident and charming smile appeared again, "I was serious just now, we can conquer the world together."

Believe it!

At this time, he still acted friendly. Even a fool would know that he was taking hostages and planned to leave Hogwarts safely.

Wait - Harry Potter?

Vincent stood up and met Snape's angry eyes.

He was successfully lured out, why did he still treat him as Harry?

Unless...

"Tom, have you forgotten what happened last year?"

"Vincent Wayne?" Tom's face flashed with shock, "I didn't expect it would be a little mudblood like you."

His eyes became contemptuous, "I let you get away with it before, now you should face your fate."

The cherry wood wand lit up red.

"Finally, I have to thank you for bringing me what I have always wanted."

Vincent quickly raised the Gryffindor sword and chopped the disarming spell into pieces. ♝♦  ♦♦

"You are not Tom, at least not the Tom I know." He turned the sword horizontally and chopped several spells in succession.

"Impossible!" Tom's face was full of surprise.

This kind of medieval style of combat, Muggle-borns can never be proficient in it.

"Everything is possible." Vincent held the Gryffindor sword in one hand, and reached for the multi-purpose belt with his left hand to take out the gun blade.

"You successfully flew over death, but unfortunately you failed to successfully fly over me."

His equally confident and charming smile was particularly pleasing to the headmasters.

On the contrary, it was particularly dazzling to Tom.

Phineas laughed heartily: "Hahahaha--

I don't know what method you used specifically, but if you are just Tom Riddle in your school days, I advise you to run away quickly!"

Tom couldn't hide his angry eyes and glared at him.

"Very good, this is a good emotion." Phineas mocked: "If you don't run away quickly, you will be chopped into several pieces like last year~"

"Shut up!" The wand originally pointed at Snape was raised up, blowing a picture frame into pieces.

Phineas disappeared and went to another picture frame in the Black ancestral house.

"Bang--" The mountain copper shot from the muzzle flew to Tom's right shoulder, penetrating a particularly large hole.

His neck and chin were affected.

Vincent took a step forward and used the sword of Gryffindor to cut off the spells from Snape's wand one by one.

With every step forward, Tom's face became uglier.

"Go to hell! You little mudblood!"

He didn't seem to have learned the Unforgivable Curse when he was a student.

Those magics that were limited to the classroom and even the restricted area could not do anything to the sword of Gryffindor.

After a brief anger, Snape calmed down and sneered and looked for a suitable opportunity.

He was not targeting Vincent, but Tom who had his back to him.

Ten feet, five feet.

Within reach, he decisively twisted off the arm that was emitting black mist.

"Be careful of the front." Vincent swung the sword at the moment Tom turned his head.

The wound from the left shoulder to the right lower abdomen made Tom's handsome face twisted into a ball in pain.

"Impossible! This sword can't hurt me!" Before his trembling left hand finished aiming, another wound appeared on his body.

"This..." Vincent swung the sword horizontally again.

"Since it absorbed another killing curse you cast, it seems to be able to cause damage to your soul."

Tom knelt on one knee in great pain.

The burning sensation from the soul made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Wayne, Vincent Wayne." He tried his best to maintain a decent smile, "You are excellent, I have to praise you from the bottom of my heart-"

"Thank you for the invitation." Vincent put the Gryffindor sword against his neck, "You keep saying little mudblood, it's really hard for me to believe your sincerity."

Snape, who was struggling to suppress his anger, twitched his eyes.

Just as the rumors said, this derogatory name had no effect on Vincent.

"Of course I am sincere." Tom did not resist and let the sword cut a hole in his neck.

"Don't you want to know how I got eternal life?"

When Vincent showed an interested expression, he further tempted with a smile:

"Even if your body is dead, you can continue to live as a soul like me.

Think about it, Vincent Wayne -

If you have eternal life, it is only a matter of time to conquer the world!"

A hundred years, a thousand years of planning, you can really get anything you want.

Vincent is very patient, but as he said to Phineas, he will not compromise with Tom.

Eternal life is a trap full of temptations.

The attitudes of the two Toms towards him just prove the difference between the two.

The Tom of school days is really just the Tom of school days.

If Snape hadn't been here, he might have pretended to agree far away from the sight of the principals, and then completely drained his use value.

The headmasters and Snape were particularly nervous.

The only person who has the initiative here is Vincent who shows great interest.

Any changes to the half of the face under the bat helmet will affect their subsequent encounters.

Tom, whose smile became brighter and brighter, realized that he was about to succeed, "This is not a complicated method.

For you now, it is just something that can be done with the move of your fingers. "

He stood up despite the severe pain from his soul, "Think about that wonderful future, the world will run according to your ideas!"

A future where Muggles and wizards coexist peacefully?

A future where magic no longer needs to be hidden?

A future without darkness, only light?

"Sorry, this is too beautiful." Vincent pressed down hard with his right hand, "It's so beautiful that I can't even imagine it."

Tom lowered his head in agony.

His upper body was slowly sliding down, and the oblique section starting from his neck extended to his thighs.

"Did you think this was the end?

Vincent Wayne! "

A large amount of black mist poured out from his wound, "I flew over death, you can never kill me!"

That handsome face turned ugly as if it was melting.

"Whatever doesn't kill me will make me stronger!"

Including his body, Tom disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been here.

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