Chapter 344 This Tom Is Not Tom
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The third floor was so lively tonight, and Lockhart slept as dead as usual, which in itself was a particularly suspicious thing.
But after seeing his degree of narcissism and his habit of lighting aromatherapy to help him fall asleep, Vincent didn't think there was anything suspicious.
If he were Tom, would he choose an idiot professor?
Insight into people's hearts and surprises.
The third time I was fooled.
"Stand up, Harry Potter." Tom's confident and charming smile appeared again, "I was serious just now, we can conquer the world together."
Believe in a ghost!
At this time, he still behaved peacefully. All fools knew that they were going to take hostages and planned to leave Hogwarts safely.
Wait - Harry Potter?
Vincent stood up, looking at Snape angrily.
Everyone has been successfully lured out, why should he be regarded as Harry?
unless……
"Tom, have you forgotten what happened last year?"
"Vincent Wayne?" The astonishment flashed across Tom's face, "I didn't expect it to be you, a little mudblood."
His eyes became contemptuous, "I let you escape by chance before, now you should face up to your fate."
The cherry wand glowed red.
"Finally, I would also like to thank you for bringing over what I have always wanted."
Responding quickly, Vincent raised the Gryffindor sword and chopped the disarming spell into pieces.
"You're not Tom, at least not the Tom I know." He turned the sword sideways and shattered several spells one after another.
"Impossible!" Tom's face was full of surprise.
It is absolutely impossible for Muggle-borns to use this kind of combat method with a strong medieval style.
"Anything is possible." Vincent held the Gryffindor sword with one hand, reached for the multifunctional belt with his left hand and took out the blade,
"You successfully flew over death, but unfortunately you failed to fly over me."
His confident and charming smile is also very pleasing to the principals.
On the contrary, it was particularly glaring to Tom.
Phineas laughed heartily: "Hahahaha——
I don't know exactly what method you used, but if you're just the Tom Riddle of the student days, I advise you to run away quickly! "
Tom couldn't hide his angry eyes and stared at him.
"Very good, this is a very good emotion." Phineas mocked: "If you don't run away quickly, you will be cut into several pieces like last year~"
"Shut up!" The wand that was originally pointed at Snape was lifted up, blowing a picture frame to pieces.
Phineas disappears to another picture frame at Black's ancestral home.
"Boom——" the oricyte shot from the muzzle flew to Tom's right shoulder, penetrating a particularly large hole.
His neck and even his jaw were affected.
Vincent took a step forward, using the Gryffindor sword to chop off the spells from Snape's wand one by one.
With every step forward, Tom's face became more and more ugly.
"Go to hell! You little Mudblood!"
When he was a student, he didn't seem to have learned the Unforgivable Curse.
The magic that is limited to the classroom, or even the restricted area, can't do anything to the sword of Gryffindor.
After a brief moment of anger, Snape calmed down and looked for a suitable opportunity with a sneer.
He wasn't targeting Vincent, but Tom who turned his back on him.
Ten feet, five feet.
Within reach, he decisively twisted off the arm that blew out the black mist.
"Be careful of the front." Vincent swung down the sword the moment Tom turned his head.
The wound from the left shoulder to the right lower abdomen caused Tom's handsome face to twist into a ball.
"Impossible! This sword can't hurt me!" Before his trembling left hand could finish aiming, another wound appeared on his body.
"This—" Vincent swung the sword sideways again.
"Since it absorbed another Killing Curse you cast, it seems capable of doing damage to your soul."
Tom dropped to one knee in agony.
The burning sensation from his soul made him tremble uncontrollably.
"Wayne, Vincent Wayne." He tried to maintain a decent smile, "You are excellent, I have to praise from the bottom of my heart—"
"Thank you for the invitation." Vincent put the Gryffindor sword on his neck, "You are a little Mudblood when you open your mouth and shut your mouth. It is really hard for me to believe your sincerity."
Snape, who was struggling to suppress his anger, twitched his eyes.
As rumored, this slur didn't work for Vincent at all.
"Of course I'm sincere." Tom didn't 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 expression of interest, he further bewitched with a smile:
"Even if your body is dead, you can continue to live in the form of a soul like me.
Think about it, Vincent Wayne—
If you have eternal life, conquering the world is only a matter of time! "
100 years, 1000s of layouts, you can really get whatever you want.
Vincent was very patient, but as he had told Phineas, he would not compromise with Tom either.
Immortality is a trap full of temptations.
The way the two Toms treated him just proved the difference between the two.
School Tom is really just School Tom.
If Snape hadn't been here, he might have pretended to agree, out of sight of the headmasters, and then squeezed out his use value.
The Headmasters and Snape were especially nervous.
The only one who holds the initiative here is Vincent who is quite interested.
Any change in the half face under the bat helmet will affect their next encounter.
Tom, with a brighter smile, realized that he was about to succeed, "It's not a complicated way.
For you now, it's just a matter of moving your fingers. "
He stood up against 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 there's no need to hide magic anymore?
A future where there is no darkness but only light?
"Sorry, this is too wonderful." Vincent pressed down with his right hand, "It's so beautiful that I can't even imagine it."
Tom hung his head in agony.
His upper body was slowly sliding down, the slant that started from the neck and continued to the thigh.
"You thought it was over?
Vincent Wayne! "
A large amount of black mist poured out from his wound, "I flew over death, you will never be able to kill me!"
That handsome face turned ugly as if dissolving.
"Whatever doesn't kill me will make me stronger!"
Including his body, Tom disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been here before.
……
……
But after seeing his degree of narcissism and his habit of lighting aromatherapy to help him fall asleep, Vincent didn't think there was anything suspicious.
If he were Tom, would he choose an idiot professor?
Insight into people's hearts and surprises.
The third time I was fooled.
"Stand up, Harry Potter." Tom's confident and charming smile appeared again, "I was serious just now, we can conquer the world together."
Believe in a ghost!
At this time, he still behaved peacefully. All fools knew that they were going to take hostages and planned to leave Hogwarts safely.
Wait - Harry Potter?
Vincent stood up, looking at Snape angrily.
Everyone has been successfully lured out, why should he be regarded as Harry?
unless……
"Tom, have you forgotten what happened last year?"
"Vincent Wayne?" The astonishment flashed across Tom's face, "I didn't expect it to be you, a little mudblood."
His eyes became contemptuous, "I let you escape by chance before, now you should face up to your fate."
The cherry wand glowed red.
"Finally, I would also like to thank you for bringing over what I have always wanted."
Responding quickly, Vincent raised the Gryffindor sword and chopped the disarming spell into pieces.
"You're not Tom, at least not the Tom I know." He turned the sword sideways and shattered several spells one after another.
"Impossible!" Tom's face was full of surprise.
It is absolutely impossible for Muggle-borns to use this kind of combat method with a strong medieval style.
"Anything is possible." Vincent held the Gryffindor sword with one hand, reached for the multifunctional belt with his left hand and took out the blade,
"You successfully flew over death, but unfortunately you failed to fly over me."
His confident and charming smile is also very pleasing to the principals.
On the contrary, it was particularly glaring to Tom.
Phineas laughed heartily: "Hahahaha——
I don't know exactly what method you used, but if you're just the Tom Riddle of the student days, I advise you to run away quickly! "
Tom couldn't hide his angry eyes and stared at him.
"Very good, this is a very good emotion." Phineas mocked: "If you don't run away quickly, you will be cut into several pieces like last year~"
"Shut up!" The wand that was originally pointed at Snape was lifted up, blowing a picture frame to pieces.
Phineas disappears to another picture frame at Black's ancestral home.
"Boom——" the oricyte shot from the muzzle flew to Tom's right shoulder, penetrating a particularly large hole.
His neck and even his jaw were affected.
Vincent took a step forward, using the Gryffindor sword to chop off the spells from Snape's wand one by one.
With every step forward, Tom's face became more and more ugly.
"Go to hell! You little Mudblood!"
When he was a student, he didn't seem to have learned the Unforgivable Curse.
The magic that is limited to the classroom, or even the restricted area, can't do anything to the sword of Gryffindor.
After a brief moment of anger, Snape calmed down and looked for a suitable opportunity with a sneer.
He wasn't targeting Vincent, but Tom who turned his back on him.
Ten feet, five feet.
Within reach, he decisively twisted off the arm that blew out the black mist.
"Be careful of the front." Vincent swung down the sword the moment Tom turned his head.
The wound from the left shoulder to the right lower abdomen caused Tom's handsome face to twist into a ball.
"Impossible! This sword can't hurt me!" Before his trembling left hand could finish aiming, another wound appeared on his body.
"This—" Vincent swung the sword sideways again.
"Since it absorbed another Killing Curse you cast, it seems capable of doing damage to your soul."
Tom dropped to one knee in agony.
The burning sensation from his soul made him tremble uncontrollably.
"Wayne, Vincent Wayne." He tried to maintain a decent smile, "You are excellent, I have to praise from the bottom of my heart—"
"Thank you for the invitation." Vincent put the Gryffindor sword on his neck, "You are a little Mudblood when you open your mouth and shut your mouth. It is really hard for me to believe your sincerity."
Snape, who was struggling to suppress his anger, twitched his eyes.
As rumored, this slur didn't work for Vincent at all.
"Of course I'm sincere." Tom didn't 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 expression of interest, he further bewitched with a smile:
"Even if your body is dead, you can continue to live in the form of a soul like me.
Think about it, Vincent Wayne—
If you have eternal life, conquering the world is only a matter of time! "
100 years, 1000s of layouts, you can really get whatever you want.
Vincent was very patient, but as he had told Phineas, he would not compromise with Tom either.
Immortality is a trap full of temptations.
The way the two Toms treated him just proved the difference between the two.
School Tom is really just School Tom.
If Snape hadn't been here, he might have pretended to agree, out of sight of the headmasters, and then squeezed out his use value.
The Headmasters and Snape were especially nervous.
The only one who holds the initiative here is Vincent who is quite interested.
Any change in the half face under the bat helmet will affect their next encounter.
Tom, with a brighter smile, realized that he was about to succeed, "It's not a complicated way.
For you now, it's just a matter of moving your fingers. "
He stood up against 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 there's no need to hide magic anymore?
A future where there is no darkness but only light?
"Sorry, this is too wonderful." Vincent pressed down with his right hand, "It's so beautiful that I can't even imagine it."
Tom hung his head in agony.
His upper body was slowly sliding down, the slant that started from the neck and continued to the thigh.
"You thought it was over?
Vincent Wayne! "
A large amount of black mist poured out from his wound, "I flew over death, you will never be able to kill me!"
That handsome face turned ugly as if dissolving.
"Whatever doesn't kill me will make me stronger!"
Including his body, Tom disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been here before.
……
……
