Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry's words pierced Tom's heart like a knife.

It made his face darken in an instant.

It's just some insignificant injuries, Potter, don't be too complacent. Tom shook his head, raised his wand, and Stone Serpent and Fiendfire rushed towards Harry even more violently.

Harry responded with magic.

The ground begins to soften.

Although the snake is a creature that can crawl freely in the swamp, the stone snake is just a deformed creation. Its heavy body drags it into it, struggling, but sinking deeper and deeper.

Compared with the Voldemort who came into contact with in the first grade.

This Tom Riddle of fifty years ago had better brains, but his dueling skills were far less consummate than the current one, as Professor Flitwick often said.

His tactical purpose is too obvious.

Transfiguration is a method, trying to trap Harry, and then cast a killing curse, killing him with one blow.

Good idea.

But immature.

Even Harry, who had never been trained by Professor Flitwick, could handle him, let alone now.

Several rounds of spell confrontation.

The silver lion rushed forward, and Harry used his transfiguration technique to build a bridge, stepping on it, and pierced Tom's forehead precisely with his sword.

General.

Now it's my turn.

Senior Tom.

The black mist stirred and dispersed, Fiercefire became uncontrollable again, and the stone bridge twisted into a hollow ball, wrapping Harry and sending him out of the range of Fiendfire.

boom!

The Death Curse impatiently exploded the stone bridge.

Tom came back to life again with an even uglier face.

Harry raised his hand, and the golden shield wrapped around him.

It's the second time. Harry stared at him, forcing him with words, No matter how small the injury is, it is still injury.

And how long can you last?

Ten times, twenty times?

You're dead, Senior Tom.

Tom's voice was cold: But how long can you last? Mr. Potter, you are destined to die here.

I've always been known for my endurance. Harry swung his sword with one hand and cast a spell with the other, and charged at Tom again.

The momentum of the two clashed.

This time, the Dark Lord of the past was a bit timid.

He tried his best to defend, but the more he defended, the bigger his flaws became.

Several rounds of confrontation.

It took even less time for Harry's sword to sink hard into his chest.

The black mist became a little tired and dispersed faster.

It's the third time, Senior Tom! Harry took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth—it was a palliative potion, and he needed to be calmer at this time.

And soon.

The fourth time. Harry cut off Tom's head with a sword, The magic power accumulated secretly is almost exhausted?

Your mouth is as hard as my uncle's.

on the note.

Tom's figure condensed again, and his face was almost mixed with black mist, making it hard to see clearly.

Harry didn't give him a chance to breathe.

Approaching again.

A sword head.

Fifth time!

The weaker Tom was, the easier it was for Harry to kill.

One kill cannot kill.

Can't kill twice.

Then do it a few more times, let him be so weak that he can no longer condense into a solid body, can no longer cast magic, and finally throw him into Fiendfire to completely solve it.

Potter! Tom waved his wand, and black mist poured out from under him, lifting him up high, I originally wanted to treat you as my last sacrifice before my resurrection.

You surprised me.

However, let's stop here.

Fiendfire became more violent, and Tom's figure became unreal.

No one can enter the Chamber of Secrets except the Parsel Whisperer.

Let us die here together...

Harry clicked his tongue and interrupted his words: Your words are really unpleasant, you look like the kind of infatuated woman who loves but can't, and loves but hates.

I don't want to live and die with you, Tom.

This seemed to poke the scar in his heart, and his face became more and more ugly.

Harry was a little surprised: It seems that I'm right, have you ever liked a girl so much?

Oh, no.

Although you are a bit perverted, as long as that girl doesn't know about your sneaking into the women's bathroom, she will definitely fall in love with you.

Tom gritted his teeth.

You changed your name and surname. Few people know that Voldemort's name is Tom Riddle... Harry thought deeply, You are avoiding your own name. Is that something that happened to your parents?

Your father, or mother, has this kind of deformed love?

Tom's face became even uglier.

He didn't speak, but just waved his wand and poured all his magic power into it. The flames became more and more violent, covering the sky and covering the sky, almost filling the entire secret room.

Harry dodged left and right, and hid towards the exit of the chamber of secrets.

boom--

The stone snake slammed heavily on the door, blocking the way back.

Potter, don't even think about leaving. Tom yelled, It's right here...

A crisp sound interrupted his words.

The familiar magic power surged out again, Harry looked up, Fawkes, and Dumbledore, the master of that magic power, was brought into the chamber holding Fox's paw.

Riddle, this is the end of the game. He looked serious and waved his wand in his hand.

No mantra was chanted.

With just a slight wave and a flick of the sleeve.

All over the sky, Li Huo was sluggish, curled up under the pressure, getting smaller and smaller, and gradually extinguished.

The rolling stone snake also stopped moving and lay dry.

Dumbledore. Tom's face changed suddenly, with only a transparent streak left, Why are you back?

Dumbledore held up his wand, his eyes were deep: Hogwarts is being threatened by dark wizards.

I can't completely leave my students behind.

It only takes a few minutes to solve you who are not in your prime. I can take care of both sides. Tom, you are my student and I know you very well.

Harry stuffed a pair of potions back into the Sorting Hat: Professor Dumbledore, you've come. If you don't come, you will have a roasted lion.

He will not be your opponent. Dumbledore said with a smile, You are much better than him, regardless of ability or character.

Harry shook his head, already had a premonition in his heart: I can't kill him.

At most, put him back in the note, so that he can never come out again.

That thing seems to be resolved with Fiendfire.

Dumbledore raised his wand, his voice was a little choked up, but at that moment, he recited the spell smoothly, and a faint blue flame gushed out.

It is of the same origin and quality as the black Fiercefire used by Tom, but the breath is more penetrating, and the power may be greater.

Blue Fiendfyr fell on the note.

With a snort, Tom's whole body twisted ferociously. The thick black liquid like blood was sprayed from the diary, and when it met the flame, it burned into black mist again.

An evil and terrifying aura emerged from the notes for the first time.

As brilliant as fireworks.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The flames and breath disappeared immediately, leaving only a scorched notebook.

Another wave of the wand.

The note fell into his hand.

Professor Dumbledore, can you tell me what it is now? Harry couldn't take his eyes off the thing, and asked in a soft tone.

Thank you Nine Tails Sirius for your reward~

Thank you for the reward~