From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

"I'm not bragging, Rozier, I've always been able to confuse people at will." Riddle looked up at the huge statue of Salazar Slytherin and murmured. "So, basically the entire Hogwarts, whether students, professors or even the principal, has great trust in me and thinks that I am the genius student that Hogwarts has been waiting for."

Sivan shifted his gaze from the Slytherin statue, frowned slightly, and looked at Riddle's handsome, almost demonic face.

"But I don't understand why you and Dumbledore are the only two people who are wary of me from the beginning to the end?" Riddle's expression twisted for a moment, and he said bitterly. "No matter how gentle and elegant I act, no matter how motivated and excellent I pretend to be, I can feel that you have never let go of that hurtful guard. Never!"

Xiwen was silent for a moment and said softly: "I thought we had always been friends. I was just afraid that you would go astray."

"We were indeed friends once." Riddle pronounced the word "once" very seriously. "You could even say that you were my only friend for a long time."

"I always thought that Avery and Lestrange, as well as the little wizards of Slytherin, would later become your friends," Sivan said.

"They don't deserve it!" Riddle said coldly. "They just succumbed to my strength. I just need a few followers to run errands. Those weak people have never been my friends. Among all my peers, you are the only one qualified to be my friend!"

Hearing Riddle's words, Xiven's frown deepened.

"Riddle, making friends is not just based on status and strength. The most important thing between friends is affection." He warned softly. "It's not difficult to make friends for utilitarian purposes, as long as there are mutual exchanges of weights and equal contributions, but I don't think such friendships will allow you to have real friends."

"I said, I don't need your preaching, Rozier." Riddle said indifferently.

"Only when all kinds of intentions are eliminated and only deep-soul friendship exists, can it last forever." Xiwen did not stop his preaching this time, but continued. "Such a friendship does not happen for no reason, but a tacit understanding gradually cultivated through constant sincere reminders between two people."

"Riddle, it is precisely because of this that I choose to constantly remind you, hoping that you will take the right path."

"I said, stop your preaching!" Riddle said angrily.

"If I don't regard you as a friend, why should I keep reminding you? According to my resources, status and strength, can't I directly suppress you until you can't rise? Wouldn't this save the magic world from more troubles? Any future troubles?" Xiven ignored Riddle's anger and kept saying it. "The person who wants you to take the right path most is definitely not Dumbledore, but me as a friend, Riddle!"

Hearing Xiwen's frank words, Riddle's angry expression suddenly softened. But it didn't look like understanding and forgiveness. Instead, it became like an iceberg, exuding extreme cold.

"I never felt that I was on the wrong path, Rozier." He said coldly without any warmth in his emotions. "I don't need you to guide me to the path you have chosen, and I don't need the kind of friend you call me."

"Besides, my name is Voldemort."

The next moment, Riddle suddenly raised the wand in his hand——

"Avada Kedavra!"

A frightening green light shot towards Xiwen's position, it was the death curse that Riddle suddenly cast!

The green beam emitted by his Death Curse is extremely thick and powerful. Compared with the death curses of other dark wizards, which are like welding sparks, Riddle's Death Curse is more like a real ten thousand curse. Jun Lei, carrying a momentum that seemed to break through the wall of the secret room and sweep the entire black lake, attacked Xiwen.

Xiwen sighed softly when he saw this, and also raised his wand.

"As you wish, Voldemort."

Two streaks of blue and yellow lightning rushed toward the terrifying green light ahead, colliding with it fiercely.

The three colors of yellow, green, and blue formed the shape of lightning, intertwined together, and merged into a spherical lightning. The center of the lightning seemed to have melted space, turning into an extremely dark black hole.

"Is this the fighting power that can match the great wizard? I don't think it's more than that!" Riddle shouted enthusiastically. "Show your true strength, Rozier!"

Xiwen's expression did not change at all, he just looked at the crazy Riddle in front of him indifferently.

Of course, his true strength has not yet been revealed. In addition to the half-petrified deputy soul, there is also a soul body from another world that has not moved at all.

Xiven wanted to see who was stronger or weaker compared to Riddle when he didn't use the power of his soul body. How is his bloodline transformed by the tamed Meredigos blood curse different from the natural talent of a great wizard like Riddle?

The two men's offensive became more intense, and the entire secret room was illuminated by three colors of lightning. Shocked by its momentum, the thousand-year-old dust covering the outer layer of Salazar Slytherin's statue was shaken to the ground.

"Rozier, if this is your full strength, then so-called great wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald are too weak." Riddle said unruly. "Can I understand that you are looking down on me?"

He waved his wand fiercely, causing the green light to move closer to the opposite side.

"Every day and every night, there is not a moment when I don't think about this death curse, and I have already mastered it to the point of proficiency." Riddle said. "And what about you? Hey, self-created spells, is this really your best magic?"

"How are you going to compete with my superb skills with a spell that you are not the best at?"

Xiwen was stunned for a moment, and all kinds of spells and spells he had learned, including self-created spells and fusion spells, appeared in front of him one by one. But when it comes to which one is the best, he really can't figure it out for a while.

Could it be that the distance between me and the great wizard is just like Riddle, who is the best at magic?

He thought again about the outstanding wizards he knew. They did all have their own skills, but it didn't seem to be the case.

Great wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald never hesitate to use a variety of magic. In other words, they are extremely good at all kinds of magic, and in battle they will choose the most suitable fighting method for the moment.

The transformation spell that Dumbledore is best at is not often used in battle; and Grindelwald does not necessarily use the dark magic he is most familiar with when fighting; as for Miranda, as a veritable master of spells, she I also like to draw inferences from other types of magic.

Thinking of this, Xiwen breathed a sigh of relief.

Every wizard is a different individual and should have his own unique path to magic. There is no need for him to doubt himself because of Riddle's casual question.

For example, he and Miranda each changed the future of magic in their own way. Therefore, even in the magic world, talent does not determine everything!

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