Even though Tom was only a fifth-year student when he made the first Horcrux, his familiarity with dark magic was even higher than that of ordinary Aurors.
He has been able to coerce a generation and being able to establish his own private organization in Slytherin House as a half-blood is not just a boast.
At least at that time, no one among his peers was his opponent.
But Aini has never regarded his peers as opponents, he is the latter's professor.
Although before entering Hogwarts, Ani spent most of his experience on transfiguration, potions, and alchemy, after he advanced his talent, he applied a lot of magic spells, and he also had the Eye of True Seeing to help him.
Accelerate the accumulation of knowledge, and at this time, the magical power has already surpassed that of Tom the Split Soul.
In addition, he often receives practical guidance from Professor Flitwick, and his application skills are not comparable to that of a fifth-year student.
So as soon as the dim green light lit up, the young Voldemort's shoulders slumped and he almost fell to the ground. Naturally, the life-killing curse that flew out was also misdirected and hit the wall diagonally, causing a little bit of dim light.<
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"Tom, magic is the product of wisdom. Even if it is a Muggle fight, you must pay attention to routines and methods."
Ani waved the wand unhurriedly, looking leisurely and calm.
The secret room is densely covered with magic patterns, including the ceiling and floor, but the magic patterns under the feet are first imprinted on the ground and then laid with stone bricks.
Therefore, there is no magic pattern protection on the nearly two-foot-thick paving stone tiles, otherwise there will be no traces of wear and tear in areas that are frequently used.
Facing the infamous Death Curse, Ani did not use a powerful protective spell. He just predicted Tom's next landing point and made a small pit there.
Very simple operation, but the effect is outstanding.
"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Ah..."
After hearing this, Tom became angry and threw one death curse after another. In order to prevent Ani from repeating his old tricks, he even gave up his position and stood still and fought with the opponent.
Waves of evil green light came one after another, but they did not disrupt Aini's spell-casting rhythm at all.
"Gu, Gu Gu Gu Gu~"
Aini's mind changed, and the gravel that had just been swept away by the twins by the basilisk began to beat, turning into several round-faced fat chickens that clumsily met the flying death curse, and together they performed a not-so-splendid fireworks display.<
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"Is this the only level, Tom? It seems that the professor at Hogwarts was not very competent back then, and he didn't remind him that he should focus on his studies when you were busy doing things."
A certain talkative man showed no mercy and directly activated the time and space taunting mode, and then stared at Dumbledore's "care" from under the seemingly empty stone pillar.
Cut.
Professors in the new era are indifferent. Just based on the Myrtle incident and its subsequent handling, Aini looked down upon the behavior of the Hogwarts faculty of that year.
Including you, Albus Dumbledore! Ani glared back at the clearing confidently. Myrtle has nothing to do with him, but Hagrid is his friend.
But this time Dumbledore was just lying down, and Ani's main target was Voldemort.
You can’t kill him, but you must kill him!
After canceling the life-killing curse, there was still a fat chicken left between the two of them, tilting its head and cooing cutely, then turning around and sticking its butt towards Tom.
"Pfft~"
A green mist that was brighter than the Kedavra spewed out, covering the young Voldemort who was still recovering from the overclocking spell.
The mist has no power and is easily blocked by Tom's protective spell, and can only hover outside him.
It's not very harmful, but very insulting.
Tom, who was temporarily unable to fight back, suddenly turned greener than the fog outside.
"From today on, you and I are mortal enemies. Prepare to face the wrath of the greatest wizard of our time!"
The dozen or so death curses just thrown were already the limit that Tom could touch at his age. At this time, his magic power was still abundant, but his spirit was in constant shock, and he was unable to guide the next spell until he recovered.
However, the anger accumulated in his chest forced him to do something. Even to Tom himself, it sounded more like the wail of a defeated dog.
Aini opened his palm and shook it hard.
"Boom boom."
With three consecutive soft sounds, the green mist turned into a huge palm, crushing Tom's last defense like a broken bamboo, and holding him tightly in his hand, like holding a chicken.
That ball of green was not only a humiliation to Voldemort, but also a mark.
Turn the invisible and colorless air into something tangible, turning it into a visible target that is easier to cast spells.
"Weak, powerless, Dark Lord? That's it?"
Ani grabbed Tom and floated in front of him, his expression and tone full of disdain.
"Farewell, Tom, you are too weak to deserve the privilege of magic."
Saying that, he will crush his opponent completely.
"Hahahaha~"
Falling under Ani's control, Tom not only was not afraid, but laughed wildly.
"I am immortal. Mortal, you can never kill me."
"Oh? What about this?"
Ani opened his palm, and the black notebook flew out of Lockhart's arms and landed on it, then was sent to the basilisk's mouth.
After seeing his actions, since Ani entered the secret room, Tom's face finally showed a new emotion - fear, in addition to expressions of confidence, arrogance, anger, and cruelty.
"No, don't do this, please. I have a lot of knowledge and can tell you. I can even take you to live forever after I regain my body."
Tom panicked. After the death of the main body, there is still a chance to start over, and the existence of the separated soul completely relies on the Horcrux.
As long as Ani destroys the Horcrux with the basilisk's teeth, Tom will be wiped out and no trace will be left.
Even if the future body or other souls are successfully resurrected, they have nothing to do with him.
Aini was unmoved and signaled Badjirisk to open his mouth and destroy the notebook completely.
In a panic, Tom suddenly saw two touches of red, the red that belonged to the Celtics and the red that belonged to Weasley. He remembered the vicious methods he had laid before, and his desperate eyes couldn't help but shine, as if he had caught the last chance.
A life-saving straw.
"You can't kill me. If you kill me, the petrified students will die, and the two on the ground will also die."
As if he had found support, Tom's words were threatening and his voice became tougher.
"It doesn't matter, Tom, that would be just the right sacrifice. Keep begging for mercy, Tom, I prefer you to die in humility."
Aini said easily, seemingly not caring about the other party's threats.
When the cover of the notebook was about to touch the fangs, Tom knew that he had completely lost hope of living.
He has just gained a physical form, and he is so unwilling to do so!
Why, why, after decades of silence and just seeing the hope of replacing the original body, why should he be destroyed in despair?
Voldemort had a handsome face when he was a boy, but now his face was distorted and extremely ugly. His originally clear pupils were blood red, revealing deep-seated malice.
"I want to curse you, curse you..."
The cruel hoarse voice came to mind, and then stopped abruptly after seeing Aini take out a tube of redemptive blood...