Chapter 548 Voldemort and the Fire of Hell
Durmstrang, Germany.
"Damn it!"
"Why is it never mentioned in past history?"
"Not only does it have a targeted effect on the soul, it can also transform the human body, and the life span is almost infinitely extended."
"Hellfire...what the hell is this!"
In the spacious research room, a dark red hellfire burned in the sky.
Tom Riddle walked back and forth around the fire of hell, words of curses, surprise, and even fear constantly emerging from his mouth.
Of course, the quill on the side automatically filters out some irrelevant words, leaving behind the master's true research experience on the fire of hell.
At this moment, the more Tom Riddle studies the fire of hell, the more troublesome and even desperate he feels.
He understood the contract and had some research foundation before.
Interruption, cover-up, simulation, transfer and other ideas are enough for him to conduct various experiments to find a way to escape from Lockhart.
But the hell fire in front of me is too difficult to control. It is simply parasitic in the depths of my soul. Any movement to escape will only cause the hell fire to start burning.
It feels like putting your soul into a grinder, that hot feeling, as if every thought and energy in your soul is being burned as new firewood.
It's truly unforgettable.
When he thought of that, Tom Riddle couldn't help but tremble, and his face became ugly.
Damn Voldemort, damn bastard, he was almost successful, but as long as he was out of Lockhart's control, the sky was the limit.
Even teaming up with Voldemort to deal with Lockhart, there was no problem
Well, okay, if Tom Riddle is really out of control, I'm afraid the first thing to do is to swallow Voldemort.
After swallowing Voldemort, you can better deal with Lockhart.
call!
Thoughts came to mind, and suddenly, he seemed to notice something. The fire of hell in the depths of his soul began to shake, as if it was giving a warning, or informing him of some information.
"What happened to the school recently?"
Summoning a house elf at random, Tom Riddle asked directly.
"Master...Master." An elf wearing tattered clothes frowned and kept thinking, as if he was recalling all the abnormal things.
But in the end, he shook his head and said to Tom Riddle: "There is nothing abnormal, Master."
Seeing this, Tom Riddle waved his hand casually again to expel the house elf.
Snapped!
He lightly snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a dark red hellfire emerged.
The pupils of his eyes turned dark red, and the firelight shone on Tom Riddle's uncertain face.
dangerous?
I have to say that although this hellfire is difficult to get rid of, it is indeed useful.
The warning of hell fire just now cannot be without reason.
With his thoughts turning, Tom Riddle waved his magic wand.
Whoosh!
Black shadows flickered and phantoms moved.
The next moment, Tom Riddle appeared at the tip of Durmstrand Castle.
The sky is blue, but the cold wind is blowing, and at a glance, large tracts of white appear in front of us.
Thick snow covers the castle, meadows, and plains.
call! call! call!
Dark red hellfire emerged, beating continuously.
Tom Riddle closed his eyes silently, integrated his spirit into the fire of hell, and used the power of hell fire to sense potential dangers.
Buzz!
The fire of hell was beating crazily, as if it sensed some kind of danger coming, but didn't know where it came from.
After an unknown amount of time, Tom Riddle slowly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
Following his line of sight, he could vaguely see a trail of blood quietly emerging in the white expanse in the distance.
boom!
He waved the wand hard, and with a bang, a dark green firework exploded in the sky.
An image of skulls and snakes intertwined appeared in the sky.
Death Eater Mark!
Immediately afterwards, I seemed to sense something?
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Around Tom Riddle and on top of the castle, black shadows appeared in various locations.
Death Eaters from a pure-blood family!
"Owner……"
A Death Eater in black robes asked hesitantly.
He was a little curious about what the master asked them to do.
But before he finished speaking, Tom Riddle slowly raised his arm, and the tip of his wand pointed at the direction where the red mist appeared in the distance.
All the Death Eaters looked in the direction of the wand.
A red mark appeared on the originally snow-white ground. The mark was not big, and even looked like a line from a distance.
However, all the Death Eaters couldn't help but swallow, their eyes filled with shock.
Most of them are pure-blood wizards, possessing keen intuition and mastering advanced magic.
With such a strong killing wave, the vast red mist came into view.
They did not escape, the master in front of them was supporting them.
"Let's go and see my old friends!"
Tom Riddle felt a familiar aura from it, a cold smile appeared on his face, and he said indifferently.
As the words fell, the black shadow flashed, and Tom Riddle's figure disappeared.
The rest of the Death Eaters looked at each other, as if they knew who the old friend the other was talking about was.
His expression suddenly froze, but as a Death Eater waved his wand, he used Phantom Movement to follow Tom Riddle.
The other Death Eaters followed suit.
At this time, hesitation may mean betrayal.
And the consequences of betrayal, here, can only be washed away by 'death'.
Outside the gates of Durmstrang.
More than a month ago, the battlefield between Voldemort, Tom Riddle, and Grindelwald still existed.
On the ground, there are faintly visible potholes, and the remaining hellfire and dark magic power are enough to drive away the falling snow from the sky.
Here, Tom didn't clean up.
It's not that he's too lazy to clean up, but he keeps this battlefield as a reminder for himself.
Most people in this world are not fools.
No matter how well prepared we were before, we even had several plans listed.
However, when the interests of the other party are touched, when a person becomes suspicious, it becomes difficult to calculate.
He had suffered this loss before, thinking that Voldemort would compromise even if he knew.
After all, Grindelwald and Lockhart, including Dumbledore, are their enemies.
I never expected that the other party would directly choose to flip the table.
If he hadn't possessed the fire of hell, he might have been swallowed by the other party long ago.
In other words, this is the real him, he will never sit back and wait for death in any situation.
call! call! call!
The cold wind howled, the blood-red mist was getting closer and closer, and a strong killing aura came from the front.
Tom Riddle watched silently, with a solemn look on the lion figure behind him.
Extend your palms slightly forward.
next moment……
boom!
The blazing hellfire rushed out, and the bloody mist that swept over suddenly stopped.
