Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Tom's handwriting is not pretty.

Perhaps it was because of the blood flow that it appeared to be threatening and ferocious.

The word sincerity is particularly glaring.

Because they are both students of Hogwarts, so be merciful?

Harry said softly, I have to go by myself.

Have you stuffed a few lumps of Fudge into your brain like Dumbledore's? Snape's expression changed suddenly, and he pressed his wand against Harry's waist, feeling that the leather armor was in the way, and raised and pressed his head again, That man Who is it, you don't know?

You want to face him alone?

So many professors...

Harry cut him off: I know who he is.

But he's not in the right shape right now and I have a chance.

Snape was impatient.

Harry went on to say: Not a single student died in Hogwarts, so he didn't dare to kill anyone?

The bones on the ground were restrained by Scrimgeour.

That's his sincerity.

Just to see me.

General.

Harry laughed to himself.

I can't just watch my friend be killed by him and remain indifferent...

Having said that, he stopped abruptly.

Harry saw Snape's expression changed greatly, remorse, heartache, trance...

Rarely does an Occlumency Master have such a noticeable change in expression.

Of course, Snape broke the defense a lot in front of him, especially when he was locked up every night.

These are all related to my mother.

Obviously this time will be no exception.

His eyes became surprised, and there was some disbelief in his tone: Why, could it be...

Snape subconsciously dodged his eyes.

Oh, very good. Harry's tone and expression returned to calm, When I get back, I think we should have a good talk, or I can talk to Professor Dumbledore.

Snape said nothing.

Harry turned to leave.

Ron, who was painted white by Professor McGonagall, rushed over, grabbed Harry's hand, and begged in his eyes: Harry, will you bring Ginny back?

The blood was stained, with a hint of warmth, and the formed blood scab left a rough friction on the skin.

I can't promise anything. Harry looked Ron in the eyes.

Those blue eyes were gradually covered with tears.

The strength of the handshake became softer.

But you see me as family, Harry went on, Ginny is your sister, and my sister, and I will do my best.

Ron's strength came back suddenly, and he held it tighter, without saying anything.

Just now, when he saw Ginny being possessed, he didn't cry.

He didn't cry when he was nailed to the wall.

But now, his tears just couldn't stop, rolling down and crying loudly.

McGonagall waved his wand and brought Ron back: Okay, Mr. Weasley, come back and apply the medicine.

She looked at Harry with a complicated expression: You and Ginny must come back safely.

Harry nodded and turned to leave.

He is already familiar with the way to the secret room.

The deepest door has been opened long ago, and the surrounding torches are lit, emitting bright light, even very ceremonial, with flowers on the ground and red carpet paving the way.

Quinn!

A light golden shield covers the body.

Armor protection!

Another invisible shield shrinks and protects under Kunn.

He just walked in.

The hall was clean, and a gloomy, huge magical power lingered, like a heart, beating lively and full of life.

At the end, under the monkey-like Slytherin statue, Ginny lay flat on the ground like a sacrifice, holding the old notebook in her arms.

Senior Tom, I'm here, and I'm the only one here. Harry said softly, looking at Ginny.

Black mist poured out from the notes and solidified into a silhouette.

Tall and handsome, with short brown-black hair and a pair of deep black jewel-like eyes, he is different from Lockhart who always uses strange behaviors to show off his charm. His charm is naturally revealed all the time come out.

A gorgeous rhododendron.

Hello, Harry Potter. Tom Riddle bowed kindly to him, I'm glad we finally meet for real.

Are you really Voldemort? Harry tilted his head, Compared to what I saw last time, there are almost two people.

There's a nose, and there's hair.

Tom's face turned black: Of course, I am him, the him fifty years ago.

This answer made Harry think of something.

It's really hard for me to believe. Tom stroked his hair, speaking impassionedly, What I heard from Ginny is really hard for me to believe.

As good as I am, the Dark Lord who eventually became feared by everyone will be defeated by a little baby, even if...

Harry interrupted him: You mean so good that you go to the ladies' bathroom every night?

Tom froze and growled, That's Slytherin!

I've been looking for the secret room since I entered school, and it wasn't until the fifth grade that I had to find it.

It's really hard. Harry nodded in agreement, Go to the girls' bathroom...

Harry Potter! Tom gritted his teeth, Your mouth is much uglier than what Ginny described.

I thought people like you wouldn't be angry. Harry curled up his lips and smiled slightly, After all, he has played with so many people in his palm.

Tom raised his head triumphantly: I'm glad you praised me so much.

I'm not boasting, I'm playing with people's hearts...

The Imperius Curse? Harry cut him off again.

Tom shook his head: No, no, no, don't think I'm so mean. Although there are magic spells to assist, it's more about personal charm. I've always been very talented in this regard.

Nobody dislikes me except Dumbledore.

Ginny trusted me almost from the beginning. I have to thank Hogwarts for assisting me to detect dark magic items at the school gate.

I'm not that kind of inferior thing, and when it comes to the level of black magic, I'm afraid I was far better than this group of professors in the third and fourth grades—except for Dumbledore.

Speaking of this, Tom looked at Harry with extremely hot eyes: Ginny said, you are a very sensitive person, and no clues can escape your eyes.

A pair of strange eyes. The greatest dark wizard before me also had such eyes.

That's why I'm very wary of you.

But you still caught me. You started looking for the immovable snake in the castle like I did, so I had to act early, recover some strength, and move the basilisk away.

Having said that, Tom paused and looked back at the little red-haired girl lying on the ground.

Ginny's a good girl.

It's just a pity. Should I praise her for being sharp, or should I say that she is short-sighted?

Between you and me, she chose to trust you more in the end. Originally, I wanted to use her to restore some strength, but she planned to hand me over to the professor at Christmas.

She is very smart, even guessed that I might clear her memory, and wrote a note in advance.

But the little girl's methods were too immature, she couldn't hide it from me, so I had to make some noise and hand myself over to Lockhart.

You know, lowly creatures like house-elves don't work very well.

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