Chapter 259: Voldemort is recovered

Thinking of this, Voldemort immediately asked, "What's your name?"

Before you die, at least know your name.

"Cedric Diggory." The brown-haired boy shouted his name proudly.

Why the hell are you shouting so loudly? Voldemort found an excuse for the boy's death in his heart.

"Don't go!" x4

Four voices rang out in the wide hall.

Cedric turned his head and showed a relaxed smile: Harry and the others are here!

Seeing Cedric turned his head and mocked provocatively, Harry, Krum, and Fleur: It's bad, Cullen wants to trick Cedric into being a sacrifice to Voldemort.

Voldemort, whose vision was restricted by turning into a gem: Why are there still four little ghosts? Now Cedric doesn't have to die? The sacrifice has been chosen. Will it seem that I am not very loyal if I change it now? What a happy trouble.

"It's too late." Voldemort laughed coldly.

The bright colors instantly spread throughout the hall, giving people a feeling of a 90s disco.

"Master, you."

The brown-haired boy's skin turned pale in an instant and he fell to the ground.

The light went out, and the hall fell into darkness again. A hazy shadow broke free from the colored stone.

Naked, like a blurred shadow like a wax figure.

(Accompanied by a meaningless close-up of the crotch, many male and female wizards covered their eyes in vain.)

(Dumbledore couldn't help but observe carefully. This was different from Gettler's.)

(Grindelwald sneered disdainfully. It doesn't matter if he is young.)

(Voldemort: Quack! I don't want Dumbledore to see my body!)

(Bella in Azkaban has a squinting look in her eyes, and her hands gradually move down.)

(Hermione, whose perspective was blurred, was a little curious about why everyone blushed.)

"What did you do to him?" The dagger instantly solidified and appeared in Cedric's hand, pointing at the shadow.

"This is all your fault." The shadow's pale fingers outlined, and a black cloak emerged from the fingertips and automatically wrapped the body.

(Dumbledore and Bella, who were in different places, sighed at the same time.)

"It is your appearance that forces me to drain the vitality of my beloved family."

While saying this, Voldemort sighed in his heart at Cedric's good luck. If the appearance of the four people in front of him had not given him more choices, he would have directly drained Cedric's life clean, and there would not be a little root left for him like now.

Cedric, who fell to the ground, instantly changed his look from puzzlement mixed with a little resentment to touching and confusion. The master called me family? I am the master's family! Even if I die now, I will

If he was not too weak to speak now, he would sing a song of loyalty to Voldemort.

Harry noticed the change in Cedric's eyes. Damn, this is not right. Why does it feel like Cedric is also in the same group with Voldemort?

Fleur's worry was mixed with shock. Isn't the magic fairy colored stone the inheritance gem of Slytherin? How could there still be a Voldemort hiding (because of Riddle's existence, she could also recognize the identity of the 15-year-old youth version of Riddle in front of her).

Krum, who had always believed that Cullen was a bad guy, held Cullen's eyes tightly. Ah, it seemed that, perhaps, Cullen was a good person? His concern for Cedric and his rejection of Voldemort were not false.

Harry and the other two were not worried about Voldemort in front of them.

Krum still had a body outside, and he had already reported it to the professor and was ready to bring professor-level strongmen to suppress it.

Voldemort, who could be dealt with by just four prefects, was not afraid of anything.

This was also why Dumbledore and other spectators had the mind to look at the body of the 15-year-old Voldemort who was not disfigured.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Voldemort trembled with anger.

For a moment, he recalled the past.

The killing curse against a single enemy was transformed into a chain of lightning-like death green light that killed anyone who touched it after his amazing wisdom.

However, facing such a terrifying spell.

None of the students were afraid, they used their bodies to cover others and died with a smile.

In the end, he was captured by Dumbledore, who was hiding in the back, pretending to be a prefect.

(For students who have reached the ascension standard, know the truth in advance, but cannot commit suicide, the killing spell is a painless and rapid ascension spell.)

(The prefect at that time: These dogs run too fast, we don’t have time to die.)

“Of course I’m not afraid.” Krum stepped forward.

The one who controls this body now is Fabian Prewett.

Knowing that Karen might be innocent, Krum fell into autism and chose to let the more powerful Fabian take over and fight for him.

‘Krum’’s’ eyes were very serious and mixed with a bit of contempt. Even if the magic level of this world is higher, you are just a student in your 15s, and I am an elite of the Order of the Phoenix who has graduated for many years and fought against the Death Eaters on the front line. My body itself is a magic fairy weapon—a creation of the dark god Gunara that is more than one level higher than the magic wand!

"Don't be afraid!" Harry and Krum said almost at the same time, and with a wave of their hands, a shield appeared in their hands.

He was not afraid because the initial release of the magic fairy device was the level of the sixth and seventh grade magic fairy, and he had reached it.

This Voldemort was just a little Karami who could be easily suppressed by the prefect.

"Just Voldemort." Fleur followed closely.

Although she couldn't even take the magic fairy device into her body, she was personally trained by Dumbledore and gathered the resources of the entire wizarding world.

Voldemort, a student of only about fifteen years old.

Karen, or Cedric, was speechless. How could you be so brave?

But inexplicably, he also took a step forward, and his voice turned into a strange hissing sound, "Let me kill him! Tear him apart!"

But he could still understand.

"You little devils!" Voldemort was really mad. The four first-year fairies were not afraid of him.

In extreme anger, one of the boys spoke snake language, but he didn't pay much attention.

"You can speak snake language?" Harry still had time to turn his head to pay attention to Karen.

This scene completely made Voldemort lose his mind.

The ring with ouroboros appeared on the slender ring finger.

"Gunara, the dark god - Avada - kill!"

The green lightning chain enveloped the four people.

(Voldemort: Damn, this is even more powerful than me, is he really only fifteen or sixteen years old?)

(The audience began to worry about Harry and the others, this Voldemort seemed to be more powerful than the one in their world.)

Although Voldemort himself didn't know it, as the residual soul of Riddle, although he also had a spirit, the magic fairy device was just a broken projection.

So, the scene in the eyes of the audience instantly jumped to the deputy castle lord's office.

Riddle, who was already sixty years old, but still looked like a young man, opened his eyes and woke up from his doze.

Through the resonance of the magic fairy device, he sensed Voldemort.

"He's out! My dark history!"

Then, the scene returned to the hall.

[Mom]

Harry held up the shield, accompanied by the weak white light that seemed to be extinguished at the touch of a finger, and the attacking green light was bounced off, and he returned along the original path.

Karen, who wanted to dodge with the speed of [Dragon Blood], stopped uncontrollably in the original place. While his whole body was wrapped in black heavy armor, the chain that popped out turned into a huge snake head with black smoke and swallowed the lightning, and burped.

Krum waved his hand lightly, and with the help of the magic fairy body and the magic power far beyond his life, a silver shield appeared out of thin air, and green lightning hit the shield. The shield was intact, and the lightning disappeared, leaving only a low sound like a gong.

Furong stroked the hand guard, and a flaming phoenix appeared, swallowed the lightning, and turned into sparks and disappeared in the air.

(Audience, is the magic education in this world as powerful as the magic fairy? It can crush Voldemort in less than four days! !? ?)

Voldemort had no time to get angry, and the returning part of the lightning forced him to concentrate.

"Avada, eat the big melon!"

He had to spend more magic power to forcefully call the name of the spell, and used a standard single-target killing spell to defeat the lightning.

Cedric, lying on the ground, had begun to doubt his life, whether history had been tampered with, and whether his master and he were really too weak.

However, what he didn't know was that Voldemort had already set his sights on his remaining vitality.

"It's all fake, you can't be so strong. You must be Dumbledore pretending!"

"Yes! That's it! It must be like this."

(Ron: "This Voldemort is really lame.")

"I'm okay." Voldemort looked at Cedric on the ground.

Cullen, that is, Cedric, noticed Voldemort's gaze at another self.

In a hurry, he recited the spell, the name of the spell in this world.

"All protection!"

The magic power was drained like water, and the spirit of the protective spell noticed Cedric.

The feeling of being watched was far stronger than the Illumination Spell, and the magic power drawn out was far more than the contract with the Illumination Spell. If he was not in the state of liberation and his magic power increased tenfold, he would probably be drained.

As he found that his magic power was alienated again, he could easily condense a shield with no blind spots, which was to reach a contract with the Protection Spell.

The materialized shield with no blind spots enveloped the third-year Cedric.

Voldemort, who turned into a black shadow and attacked the third-year Cedric, was bounced back and hit the wall heavily.

"You guys -" Voldemort, who climbed up in a mess, was a bit in a dilemma for a while. Should I run away first?

"Harry, let's go, don't let him go." Karen, that is, Cedric, said loudly.

"You called me Harry?" Harry was a little shocked for a while.

In this world, his name is Daniel Radcliffe.

The only people who know that he is Harry Potter are Fleur, Krum, and Cedric who has never appeared.

At this moment, he understood the fact that Edward Cullen was actually their companion Cedric.

The same was true for Fleur and Krum.

The three of them were extremely embarrassed at this moment, and they just wanted to dig a hole to bury themselves. They mistook their companion for the Black Magic Fairy in the mission and always regarded him as their enemy.

At the same time, their eyes looked at the third-year Cedric lying on the ground. He was the Black Magic Fairy in the mission? Good guy, the Black Magic Fairy in the mission was indeed Cedric. They didn't make a mistake in a few seconds.

The Black Magic Fairy in the Mission = Edward Cullen = Cedric = Third-year Cedric

Cullen, that is, Cedric, was confused, "Don't you know I am Cedric? You don't think I am the Black Magic Fairy, do you?"

The third-year Cedric lying dead was even more confused. He began to wonder, his head was almost a paste because of the broken fan filter, you are Cedric, then who am I?

Even Voldemort, who had already run to the entrance of the hall, was surprised for a moment. There are two Cedrics, so is the one I sucked real or fake?

"Stop him!" Fleur was the first to notice something was wrong.

As her bare hands swung out, the scattered flames burned fiercely as she advanced, outlining a flaming phoenix that was about to spread its wings and attack Voldemort.

However, Krum did not make a move.

He stopped Harry and Cedric who were about to make a move, "He's too late."

As Krum said, Voldemort stuck to the invisible air wall at the entrance like a fly hitting glass.

The shadow of the silver spatula flashed by.

Clang.

Metal chains condensed from the thin air and bound Voldemort's whole body.

Then there was the sound of clacking footsteps.

The first to enter was another Krum, followed by the powerful professor-level Madam Hooch.

(Mrs. Hooch, who was only professional in Quidditch and didn't have time to use a single spell when Neville fell, am I so awesome in this world?)

"Professor Riddle? Did I hurt you?"

Even though the shadow was blurry, Mrs. Hooch still recognized the face.

The Prince Charming in the hearts of all female professors-Tom Riddle.

"Alas, I am still late."

In the shadow of the hall, a figure walked out of the shadow.

"Two Professors Riddle." Mrs. Hooch was a little confused for a moment.

"Another me?" Voldemort, who was bound by a tortoise shell, was surprised, "Are you my Horcrux?"

The man who walked out did not pay attention to the other self. He first bowed to Harry and apologized, "I'm sorry, 'I' have caused you trouble."

Then, the finger with the ring pointed to the third-year Cedric lying dead, "Balala Energy-Hufflepuff-Life Resurrection."

A white light flashed, and the third-year Cedric regained his color.

However, although his body returned to normal, his heart still fell to the bottom.

So he still lay there motionless.

Riddle saw the depression of Cedric, a third-year student, and ignored the pressure he put on him.

Finally, he looked at himself.

In an instant, his handsome eyebrows frowned, and his eyes burst out with undisguised disgust.

"Finally we meet again, my Horcrux, the idiot who gave me the shameful name of Voldemort."

"I am the Horcrux?" Voldemort looked at himself bound by the tortoise shell, and then looked at the bright and beautiful other self respected by Madam Hooch.

"So that's why I am weak and can't even beat the first-year fairy."

"Tom Riddle is not weak, Voldemort is weak."

"Those prefects are really prefects, not Dumbledore pretending."

"I am relieved that you can understand this." Riddle nodded with relief, it seems that he is not so stupid that he is hopeless.

"I originally wanted to seal you forever, along with that dark history that I don't want to mention again."

"But it seems that Dumbledore may be right. I should admit my mistake."

"Gunara, the Dark God - Slytherin - Soul Absorption!"

As Riddle took a deep breath, Voldemort, who was bound by the tortoise shell, turned into a black smoke cloud and was sucked into his mouth and nose.