A small snake crawled slowly under the steel auditorium, its eyes were red, flashing with cunning eyes belonging to humans.
"Hiss..." Nagini...
Voldemort's voice kept calling Nagini, and he could feel Nagini's presence, but Nagini did not respond to him.
"Um?"
Tom bent down in the darkness and pinched a small snake, blocking the breath before the magic in the snake was released.
"Hiss, hiss..." Nagini jumped out of Tom's pocket, sniffed the dead snake gently, and began to guide Tom in the direction.
"I can't kill you yet." Tom squinted his eyes. Voldemort must be higher than him in soul research. He was not sure that he could kill Voldemort with his current strength, but he thought that Bree should be able to kill Voldemort.
Tom took out a unicorn horn from his pocket, which was what Bree used to trap Voldemort's soul.
"However, I can catch it..."
"Wow, great job!" The game started, and the cheers drowned out Tom's voice. The light from the shaking projection screen shone on Tom's figure, alternating between bright and dim.
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Tick tock!
"Oh, why should we listen to that Tom Old? Dark wizards can't come to a place like this. They will just pretend to be ordinary people and hide in the crowd!"
The humid air was full of chill, and the place vaguely exuded the familiar smell of dark magic. A team of Aurors shuttled through it, but when they arrived, they only saw a pool of weak flesh and a newspaper. The front page of the newspaper
It happened to be a photo of Tom and Fudge, welcoming the wizard to the Fantasy Game World Cup.
"Oh, what did that dark wizard do!" A female Auror covered her mouth in horror, avoiding to look at the tragic baby corpse on the ground.
"Are we...are we going to take it back?" Another young Auror said resistingly.
The leading Auror endured the discomfort, waved his wand, and used magic to seal the body in a bag, holding on to it with resistance.
"Let's go, we can't find nothing. Really, taking over the security here is the worst decision made by the Ministry of Magic."
The leading Auror complained about his boss countless times, but he had no choice. His boss was Fudge's lackey, and Fudge needed the glory of this opening ceremony.
After the Aurors left, Tom walked out of the corner.
"Ran?"
The baby was a blindfold, a tool to confuse the person who discovered the little snake. Voldemort had long since escaped from this body...
"You are more cunning than I thought." Tom pressed his eyebrows, and what he was worried about still happened.
"His hiss ..." Tom Oud!
A poisonous snake dropped its head from the top of Tom's head, its scarlet eyes stared at Tom's face, and the snake's letter kept shaking.
"Hiss..." You betrayed me!
After seeing the wand that Bree set up outside the stadium, Voldemort understood that Bree had extraordinary magic, so he asked Peter to find Tom last night to avoid too much contact with Bree, hoping to cause a Death Eater riot.
Threatening him to hand over his father's bones, but Tom hid, Voldemort asked Peter to find a photo of Tom, preparing to control the venomous snake to find where Tom was.
When he saw the newspaper brought by Peter, he doubted Tom's identity. However, the alchemical mask on Tom's face concealed the characteristics and temperament of his original appearance and Voldemort's. Although the eyes were similar, they were full of
The emotions he couldn't understand were very different from his original self, so he couldn't be sure.
Now, he finally officially met Tom, and he was sure that this was the soul he separated from when he was 16 years old, Tom Riddle!
The familiarity of his soul surged into his heart, but the betrayal of his own soul overwhelmed this intimacy. He now looked at Tom as an enemy!
"Betrayal?" Tom pinched the seven inches of the venomous snake and pulled it down. With their eyes locked, Tom sneered: "Just as you chose to fly away from death, I also made my own choice. I am not you.
, Voldemort!”
"Haha, you're scared, Tom!" Voldemort's shrill laughter came from the snake's mouth. I don't know what magic Voldemort used to make the snake speak.
"I've read about your case... there's a lot of news, it's overwhelming, and you only rely on this mask to hide from everyone's investigation." The poisonous snake slipped out of Tom's hand, snaked around Tom's neck, and swayed with a hiss.
With his tongue, he lightly traced Tom's face.
"Amazing craftsmanship, but what surprises me even more are your eyes!" The venomous snake scurried suddenly, its eyes and fangs glaring at Tom's face threateningly.
A stinging feeling accompanied by the viper's gaze finally fell on Tom's eyes.
"I thought you were being controlled by Briod, but it seems you are obsessed with this kind of control, huh?" The viper pressed against Tom's brow and licked it gently.
"Traitor!" Just when the poisonous snake was about to bite Tom's eyes, Tom pinched the poisonous snake again and slowly pulled away.
"This is my choice..." Tom gritted his teeth. As Voldemort's predecessor, he still had too little experience. Voldemort understood his methods, but he didn't know Voldemort's subsequent experience and magic.
"choose?"
Voldemort said coldly: "You do have a choice, and I am happy to fulfill... myself."
Voldemort's snake body twisted slowly, and finally spit out this word coldly.
"trade…"
"I need those dirty bones, don't tell me you didn't hide them."
"You are afraid, afraid of my resurrection, and then you reveal your disguise."
"I never knew..." Voldemort's tone became more and more irritable, and he cursed angrily: "You actually want such a life!"
Seeing Tom's unmoved look, Voldemort suppressed his anger, approached Tom's face with the snake's head, and asked hoarsely: "Brie Ord?"
Tom's eyes were filled with a soft light of love, so gentle that it shocked Voldemort.
"Oh no..." Voldemort said in disbelief: "Impossible, how could I have such emotions!"
"You are you, I am me...I never recognized Dumbledore's verdict against me." Tom threw the poisonous snake possessed by Voldemort to the ground, pulled his collar, and said dissatisfied: "I can give you his bones,
You must also make an unbreakable vow with me and hide this secret for me."
"Of course... this is a fair deal and it is also our own choice and path."
"Peter!" Voldemort hissed, and soon, a rat stumbled out of the pipe.
Tom frowned.
"He knows about this?"
"No, he doesn't know, I just blocked his perception." Voldemort waved his snake tail, signaling Tom to start.
Tom bent down and grabbed the snake's tail. A message that only the two of them knew appeared and began to form a contract magic text. Peter, as a witness, changed back to his human form and pointed his wand at their hands (the snake's tail).
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"I, Tom Old, swear on my soul to hand over the bones of Tom Riddle." The Tom Riddle mentioned here is naturally Voldemort and Tom's father, that is, Old Tom.
A thin, dazzling tongue of fire spurted out from the wand, like a red and hot metal wire, wrapped around the place where they held each other.
"I, Voldemort, swear on my soul that I will keep the secret of Tom Old's identity."
Once again, tongues of fire burst out, and an unbreakable vow was formed between the two.
Peter, who was a witness on the side, was trembling. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look more. Although he didn't know what his identity was, he knew that he could survive by not asking, not telling, and not looking.
"The bones are outside London..."
With an unsearchable whisper, Voldemort got what he wanted, and his snake body lost its luster in an instant and died.
Peter was frightened and turned into a mouse, jumped into the pipe and left quickly.
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Nagini, who was suppressed by Tom and was not allowed to come out, spoke out.
"Don't...please Nagini, I don't think Bree doesn't want to hear this." Tom stared at Nagini sharply, but Nagini ignored Tom at all and crawled out, ready to find Bree.
Tom squeezed his wand and sighed.
"I will tell Brie myself. I owe you a favor, Nagini." Tom grabbed Nagini and threw it into his pocket.
"I'll go as soon as the game is over."
After hearing Tom's words, Nagini lay down peacefully, but she would stare at Tom.
The outside competition is in full swing and will soon reach the finals.
This time the final was between Hogwarts and Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons unfortunately stopped.
A huge circular fantasy chuck faced the two players, and the surrounding spectators shouted the names of their supporters!
"Victor Krum!"
"Victor Krum!"
"Victor Krum!"
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"Krum, beat him!" Ron held his stomach and blushed. He was defeated by Draco just now, but he thought it was Draco taking advantage of others!
"Draco Malfoy!" George and Fred looked at each other and immediately disagreed with their brother. With a loud shout from the two of them, a large sum of gold Galleons was thrown out. With quick hands and quick eyes, they immediately pounced on it.
He took most of the gold galleons into his pocket.
With the surprised eyes of the audience, Lucius flushed with excitement, holding up the snake-headed scepter. There were two house elves beside him with two boxes of gold galleons.
"Draco Malfoy!" someone tried to shout, and Narcissa, who was also excited at the side, grabbed the gold galleons without hesitation and sprinkled it into the audience.
"Draco Malfoy!"
"Draco Malfoy!"
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"Hey, you can't beat my dragon deck on the other side!" Draco heard his name being shouted around and raised his eyebrows arrogantly. Unfortunately, the Viktor Krum opposite was a strong man.
A tall seventh-grader, Draco, who was nearly 1.7 meters tall, could only look up at Krum even if he was wearing high-rise dragon leather shoes.
And Krum could only see Draco's hairy platinum head.
Krum twitched his brows, guessing how many gold galleons were in the box.
"Hush!" The referee blew the whistle, and the game was about to begin. Narcissa waved her wand, and the gold Galleons flew into the sky and fell into the audience. Draco's name was shouted louder!
"Our little dragon will become world famous!"
Narcissa looked proudly at Draco as he started the game on the field.
Lucius on the side nodded and said: "This is Malfoy's honor. Xiao Long will be an outstanding Malfoy!"
Lucius thought more. This was an opportunity to show off the Malfoy family. Malfoy never worried about being spied on, he only worried that no one was watching. Moreover, that person was probably coming, and Malfoy had to show his worth.
Wealth is also a kind of power.
"Narcissa, protect Draco after the game. I have something to do and leave for a while."
Then, Lucius said to the house elf on the side: "Record the process of the game with magic images..."
Narcissa looked at Lucius leaving, squeezed her palms, and a worried look flashed across her face.
"Wow!"
"That dragon is going to die!"
Draco was in danger. The most powerful one in his dragon deck was injured, and Krum on the opposite side pursued the victory without giving Draco any chance to breathe.
"Where's Bree?" Draco looked towards the audience and saw his mother nervously cheering him on, the annoying red-haired family and Potter?
Draco hurriedly avoided the group of people and then saw Bree.
Bree leaned against the guardrail, holding a small green flag.
"Stop playing, Draco." Bree looked at Draco with a chuckle.
Draco could certainly understand what Bree meant, and he was indeed a little too confident.
"Then let's end it, opposite side!"
"Roar!" With a dragon roar, the injured dragon flying in the chuck suddenly fell to the ground. A blue flame burst out, burning the earth. After the skin and flesh on the dragon corpse were burned to ashes, the bones
The dragon slowly climbed up. The bone dragon was full of malice, powerful but uncontrollable...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "God Guard!" Draco shouted, and threw out a card that had never been used before - God Guard!
A huge stoat rushed out, covering half of the competitive chuck like a mist like a cloud. The white mist representing protection enveloped the bone dragon, making the bone dragon's eyes show reason, and rushed towards the exhausted Ke.
Rum card group.
Soon, the game is over!
The referee hurriedly blew the whistle, and the surrounding spectators burst into violent cheers.
"The winner is, Draco Malfoy!"
"I win!" Draco shouted.
"Minister Fudge, please present the award to our youth champion!" The referee waved his wand, fireworks exploded in the sky, ribbons fell, and the wizards in the gym were filled with joy.
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"Brie, I won!" Draco proudly placed the trophy in front of Bree's eyes.
"Why didn't I see you when the game started?" Draco asked doubtfully, and before Bree could answer, there was a sudden roar outside the stadium.
"Bang!" A strong aura of black magic poured into the gymnasium, and a pungent and stinky aura erupted. Along with this stench, several evil curses also flew out.
The giant tree on which the gymnasium relied suddenly swayed, and tree vines surged up from the ground, blocking the curse.
The leaves rustled, bringing in a gust of wind that quickly blew away the stench.
"What's going on!" Fudge said angrily.
"It's dark wizards, they're casting magic on the gym!"
"What, stop them quickly and arrest them!"
Fudge didn't want the World Cup, a fantasy game he was cooperating with, to be in danger... Obviously, those purebloods promised to stay away from the Oude family for the time being, otherwise he wouldn't have come here to ask for this reputation!
"A bunch of old foxes are playing tricks on me!" Fudge yelled angrily, and at this moment the Auror ran back.
"The dark wizard has escaped!"
"Run away?" Fudge glared, that's it?
Is this definitely a dark wizard?
"Don't chase, be careful to distract the tiger from the mountain." Fudge's eyes flashed intelligently, and he quickly calmed down his anger and nervousness. When he saw Tom coming, he immediately stepped forward to stop him.
"Oh, the dark wizard has been suppressed by the Aurors, it's okay."
"Ahem, I need to talk to Mr. Ode about something about future cooperation. I think the opening ceremony has already passed. In the competition for adult wizards, the Ministry of Magic does not need to participate..."