Chapter 150 Percy’s Mistake
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Looking at the closed door in front of him, Tver was troubled.
This is a solid stone door that fits tightly like a wall.
It is engraved with two intertwined snakes, their eyes are set with emeralds, shining under the fluorescent light.
Staring at Tver as if he had come alive.
Tver knew that opening the door would require Parseltongue.
But the only person in the castle who can speak Parseltongue is behind this door.
Tver shook his head helplessly and raised his wand towards this stone door with a history of thousands of years.
No one will say that I destroyed cultural relics, right?
With a thought, a swift black light instantly emitted from the top of the wand.
The scale of the curse is not large, it can even be said to be about the same size as the snake eyes of the statue.
But the moment it hit, the stone wall seemed to twist. There was no earth-shattering movement, only the rustling sound of corrosion.
The black light stuck to the stone wall like a small puddle of ink.
In less than a second, a small hole formed in the stone wall where it was hit.
Moreover, the area of this small hole is also constantly expanding. Soon, Tver clearly saw Harry who was dealing with the basilisk.
He held a sword in his hand.
Although both eyes of his opponent, the Basilisk, were pecked out, the sheer size alone was not something he could easily deal with.
And unlike in the plot, Tom Riddle, who was gradually solidifying on the side, looked much more anxious.
He held Percy's wand and struck at Harry with every ounce of strength he could muster.
The intermittent magic shattered many fragments from the stone pillar.
Fighting with the basilisk, Harry could only run around, taking advantage of his position and size to avoid attacks.
Fortunately, Riddle's magic power is relatively weak, and Harry still wears a badge, which flashes golden light from time to time to help him resist the enemy's attacks.
This also made Riddle look more anxious.
He clearly remembered what Percy described in his diary.
Hogwarts has a new Dark Lord!
A Dark Lord who can play with people's hearts better than he can!
Although Percy didn't know what the upper limit of Turville's strength was, he would not be too weak if he could defeat Flitwick and Snape.
(From Percy's perspective, he thought that Tver had let the two duels draw, and the actual winner was Tver.)
At least it's stronger than his 17-year-old soul and body built purely with vitality!
So even if Dumbledore was kicked out of the school now, he would not dare to provoke the welfare professor.
He also planned to condense a body and then run out of Hogwarts overnight to find a chance to be resurrected!
Don't fail just because you delay for too long.
He attacked Harry with increasing ferocity, looking back at the door from time to time.
But this look made his face turn pale with fright.
Of course, it wasn't very rosy to begin with.
The originally thick door actually had a hole!
And outside the hole, half of the body was exposed.
Riddle noticed that the hole was rapidly expanding, and the figure became increasingly clear.
Especially that seemingly calm face, underneath it was like a turbulent wave, with boundless pressure rushing toward Riddle.
He swallowed in horror.
Although they haven't met each other yet, he immediately realized——
This is the welfare professor he has always been afraid of!
The hole finally expanded enough for him to pass through, and Tver slowly stepped inside.
Speaking of which, Voldemort was only 17 years old at this time, even younger than him.
The knowledge he mastered was not as sophisticated as the later Horcruxes. He stayed in his diary all year round and didn't even have anyone to chat with.
Tver had no interest in research.
So he slowly and leisurely came to Riddle, and the two stood face to face.
During this process, Harry was still at the other end of the secret room, being chased away by the Basilisk.
But without Riddle's attack, his situation was much better.
Because Riddle froze on the spot, looking at Tver in a daze.
"Good evening, Tom Riddle."
"Good evening...good evening." He greeted blankly.
It took him a while to realize something was wrong.
"Wait, you know who I am?"
His eyes widened in surprise, and he clenched the wand in his hand unconsciously.
Tver put too much pressure on him!
However, Tver did not take action, but glanced at Percy lying on the ground and the diary next to him.
"I also know a lot of things you don't know, but that's not something you can be curious about."
The 17-year-old Voldemort knew so little information that even using clichés could not convey useful knowledge.
So Tver simply raised his wand, and a golden ball of light shimmering with mysterious runes fell on the diary.
The ball of light surrounded the diary, giving it a golden film.
The moment the golden film formed, Riddle felt that his connection with Percy was cut off.
The original action of absorbing life force ended.
"you--"
Riddle raised his wand angrily, but before he could complete this action, he found that he couldn't move.
Twil didn't even look at him, but looked at Percy who was about to wake up with concern.
There is another child waiting for him here——
help.
A soft moan came from Percy and Percy started to move.
He covered his head and sat up, his blank eyes passing over the diary, Riddle, and Tver.
Wait, professor? !
This discovery immediately cleared his mind a little.
He forced his weak body to get up, but his weak hands and feet couldn't do this.
"Don't force it, take a rest first." Tver gave him a piece of chocolate.
Speaking of which, since arriving at Hogwarts, the most abundant item in his wallet has been chocolates with various functions.
Fortunately, the wizarding world is not afraid of tooth decay.
(You often complain about this, but in fact, the wizarding world doesn’t even have a dentist...)
Percy looked at Twil dumbfounded, and after realizing that there was no blame on the professor's face, he took the chocolate guiltily.
He hurriedly tore open the wrapping paper and took a big bite, but even bit a small piece of the wrapping paper into his mouth.
"Professor, I was wrong."
After swallowing a large mouthful of chocolate and seeming to choke, Percy choked and said.
"Oh? Then tell me where you went wrong?"
"I...I shouldn't study that diary privately out of curiosity, let alone be controlled by him..."
Tver shook his head, bent down and picked up the diary.
"Do you know what this is?"
"This," Percy was a little confused, "This should be a black magic tool, a tool that can control people's hearts?"
He answered unconfidently.
"No, this is a Horcrux."
Tver briefly introduced the function of Horcruxes.
"So, this is the young Voldemort?!" Percy's eyes widened in shock.
He actually chatted with Voldemort for several months and regarded Voldemort as his close brother? !
"Yes, so, being controlled by Voldemort is not a shameful thing. Many people older than you cannot do this."
"But..." Percy still lowered his head guiltily.
"But that doesn't mean you're not wrong."
Tver sneered at the diary.
"Your mistake is that you went to study Horcruxes before you had enough strength."
"Percy, there is no such thing as right or wrong in the world of black magic. As long as you are strong enough, no one will think you are wrong."
"So, your only mistake this time is that you are not strong enough!"
This is a solid stone door that fits tightly like a wall.
It is engraved with two intertwined snakes, their eyes are set with emeralds, shining under the fluorescent light.
Staring at Tver as if he had come alive.
Tver knew that opening the door would require Parseltongue.
But the only person in the castle who can speak Parseltongue is behind this door.
Tver shook his head helplessly and raised his wand towards this stone door with a history of thousands of years.
No one will say that I destroyed cultural relics, right?
With a thought, a swift black light instantly emitted from the top of the wand.
The scale of the curse is not large, it can even be said to be about the same size as the snake eyes of the statue.
But the moment it hit, the stone wall seemed to twist. There was no earth-shattering movement, only the rustling sound of corrosion.
The black light stuck to the stone wall like a small puddle of ink.
In less than a second, a small hole formed in the stone wall where it was hit.
Moreover, the area of this small hole is also constantly expanding. Soon, Tver clearly saw Harry who was dealing with the basilisk.
He held a sword in his hand.
Although both eyes of his opponent, the Basilisk, were pecked out, the sheer size alone was not something he could easily deal with.
And unlike in the plot, Tom Riddle, who was gradually solidifying on the side, looked much more anxious.
He held Percy's wand and struck at Harry with every ounce of strength he could muster.
The intermittent magic shattered many fragments from the stone pillar.
Fighting with the basilisk, Harry could only run around, taking advantage of his position and size to avoid attacks.
Fortunately, Riddle's magic power is relatively weak, and Harry still wears a badge, which flashes golden light from time to time to help him resist the enemy's attacks.
This also made Riddle look more anxious.
He clearly remembered what Percy described in his diary.
Hogwarts has a new Dark Lord!
A Dark Lord who can play with people's hearts better than he can!
Although Percy didn't know what the upper limit of Turville's strength was, he would not be too weak if he could defeat Flitwick and Snape.
(From Percy's perspective, he thought that Tver had let the two duels draw, and the actual winner was Tver.)
At least it's stronger than his 17-year-old soul and body built purely with vitality!
So even if Dumbledore was kicked out of the school now, he would not dare to provoke the welfare professor.
He also planned to condense a body and then run out of Hogwarts overnight to find a chance to be resurrected!
Don't fail just because you delay for too long.
He attacked Harry with increasing ferocity, looking back at the door from time to time.
But this look made his face turn pale with fright.
Of course, it wasn't very rosy to begin with.
The originally thick door actually had a hole!
And outside the hole, half of the body was exposed.
Riddle noticed that the hole was rapidly expanding, and the figure became increasingly clear.
Especially that seemingly calm face, underneath it was like a turbulent wave, with boundless pressure rushing toward Riddle.
He swallowed in horror.
Although they haven't met each other yet, he immediately realized——
This is the welfare professor he has always been afraid of!
The hole finally expanded enough for him to pass through, and Tver slowly stepped inside.
Speaking of which, Voldemort was only 17 years old at this time, even younger than him.
The knowledge he mastered was not as sophisticated as the later Horcruxes. He stayed in his diary all year round and didn't even have anyone to chat with.
Tver had no interest in research.
So he slowly and leisurely came to Riddle, and the two stood face to face.
During this process, Harry was still at the other end of the secret room, being chased away by the Basilisk.
But without Riddle's attack, his situation was much better.
Because Riddle froze on the spot, looking at Tver in a daze.
"Good evening, Tom Riddle."
"Good evening...good evening." He greeted blankly.
It took him a while to realize something was wrong.
"Wait, you know who I am?"
His eyes widened in surprise, and he clenched the wand in his hand unconsciously.
Tver put too much pressure on him!
However, Tver did not take action, but glanced at Percy lying on the ground and the diary next to him.
"I also know a lot of things you don't know, but that's not something you can be curious about."
The 17-year-old Voldemort knew so little information that even using clichés could not convey useful knowledge.
So Tver simply raised his wand, and a golden ball of light shimmering with mysterious runes fell on the diary.
The ball of light surrounded the diary, giving it a golden film.
The moment the golden film formed, Riddle felt that his connection with Percy was cut off.
The original action of absorbing life force ended.
"you--"
Riddle raised his wand angrily, but before he could complete this action, he found that he couldn't move.
Twil didn't even look at him, but looked at Percy who was about to wake up with concern.
There is another child waiting for him here——
help.
A soft moan came from Percy and Percy started to move.
He covered his head and sat up, his blank eyes passing over the diary, Riddle, and Tver.
Wait, professor? !
This discovery immediately cleared his mind a little.
He forced his weak body to get up, but his weak hands and feet couldn't do this.
"Don't force it, take a rest first." Tver gave him a piece of chocolate.
Speaking of which, since arriving at Hogwarts, the most abundant item in his wallet has been chocolates with various functions.
Fortunately, the wizarding world is not afraid of tooth decay.
(You often complain about this, but in fact, the wizarding world doesn’t even have a dentist...)
Percy looked at Twil dumbfounded, and after realizing that there was no blame on the professor's face, he took the chocolate guiltily.
He hurriedly tore open the wrapping paper and took a big bite, but even bit a small piece of the wrapping paper into his mouth.
"Professor, I was wrong."
After swallowing a large mouthful of chocolate and seeming to choke, Percy choked and said.
"Oh? Then tell me where you went wrong?"
"I...I shouldn't study that diary privately out of curiosity, let alone be controlled by him..."
Tver shook his head, bent down and picked up the diary.
"Do you know what this is?"
"This," Percy was a little confused, "This should be a black magic tool, a tool that can control people's hearts?"
He answered unconfidently.
"No, this is a Horcrux."
Tver briefly introduced the function of Horcruxes.
"So, this is the young Voldemort?!" Percy's eyes widened in shock.
He actually chatted with Voldemort for several months and regarded Voldemort as his close brother? !
"Yes, so, being controlled by Voldemort is not a shameful thing. Many people older than you cannot do this."
"But..." Percy still lowered his head guiltily.
"But that doesn't mean you're not wrong."
Tver sneered at the diary.
"Your mistake is that you went to study Horcruxes before you had enough strength."
"Percy, there is no such thing as right or wrong in the world of black magic. As long as you are strong enough, no one will think you are wrong."
"So, your only mistake this time is that you are not strong enough!"
