Hogwarts Survival Sim

"Professor Lockhart?" Riddle's voice was half sarcastic, half nostalgic, and half self-deprecating, "The threshold for Hogwarts is really low now. All kinds of idiots can come in and become professors. Still a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"What do you mean?"

"You are so naive, Harry Potter." A burst of harsh laughter came from Neville's body, "Your great Professor Lockhart is actually just a liar and a thief! His so-called achievements are all written in His books were all stolen from other wizards, and the only thing he is good at is the forgetting spell to deal with his own aftermath."

"This is impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?" Riddle said smoothly, "Your most beloved professor personally wrote this in my diary."

"You mean Professor Lockhart took your diary?"

"I am empathetic, Potter. I can feel Lockhart's confused soul, and I know he needs my help and guidance."

"I understand. It turned out that you seduced him in the Potions classroom that day." Harry said angrily. "You tricked him into stealing you away from Ethan."

"Don't mention that bastard in front of me," Riddle seemed to remember some bad experience, and his voice was full of anger, "No one dares to tease me like this! So he must die, and he is already dead."

Seeing the angry and sad expression on Harry's face, he laughed heartily again.Then he continued:

"But what I didn't expect was that this loser would be able to escape my control, just after Halloween night."

"Of course, I guess he was just scared. As soon as he finished a task for me, Dumbledore came to the door. After all, he is always so sharp." Riddle's tone became complicated again.

"After that, Lockhart threw me into a fireplace in the castle. He may have thought he could burn me, but he didn't know that I was immortal."

"So I waited for a new friend who spotted me cleaning the fireplace."

"Neville!"

"That's right, Potter. I was overjoyed when I found out that his roommate was actually you. And I could also observe the movements of that hateful bastard."

"It's just that my new friend is harder to control than I thought. After I made him attack the first mudblood, he resisted too much."

At this point, Riddle seemed a little confused. He didn't understand why a second-year wizard had such a strong will.

"Fortunately, I found that there was something wrong with his brain." Neville hit his head with his wand. "It seemed to have been damaged by a powerful forgetting spell, so I used the remaining power, and he soon recovered. I forgot what I had done."

"However, none of this matters anymore. After all, he will die here today just like you."

"Who are you?" Harry's hand holding the wand was dripping with sweat. The voice hidden in Neville's body in front of him made him a little scared. Compared with black magic, it was more like a powerful man. A dark wizard who is extremely evil.

"This is the second question, Potter." Riddle said jokingly, "But I can tell you the answer. I am a memory, a memory preserved in a diary for 50 years."

Harry wanted to say something more, but Riddle interrupted him.

"Now it's my turn. Answer me, Harry Potter. How did a baby, without any particularly magical spells, defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How could you escape unscathed, leaving only a Scar, and Voldemort's power was destroyed?"

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you," Harry narrowed his eyes, "What happened to Voldemort happened after you."

"Voldemort," Riddle said softly, "is my past, present and future, Harry Potter..."

He raised his wand, made a few control strokes skillfully, and then waved it lightly.

Harry was horrified to see that the name "Tom Marvolo Riddle" became "I am Voldemort".

"Understood, Potter. I, Voldemort, the true heir of Salazar Slytherin, with the blood of his greatness flowing in my body. I discard this despicable name from my Muggle father and create a new one, A name that no wizard dares to say easily!"

"Now! Tell me, how did you escape death? With the wand you are holding tightly in your hand now?"

Harry's body trembled violently, it turned out that he knew what I was doing!

There was a surge of fear in his heart, but it was quickly replaced by anger. He was ashamed of how scared and shaken he was at this moment.

"Who knows," Harry roared loudly, "who knows why you lost all your power and became a human and a ghost. But the reason why I survived is because of my mother. You sacrificed your own life to stand in front of me! So I will always be proud of my Muggle-born mother! Unlike you, who is a coward who even abandons his own father’s name! The greatest wizard? You deserve it too!”

"Except your weapons!"

He directly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Riddle. Since he was hiding in Neville's body, Harry had no choice but to choose the disarming spell.

"I see," Riddle turned slightly to avoid the red sparks, and his voice also became distorted, "Your mother died to save you. That is indeed an effective spell to break the curse. So there’s nothing special about you, right? Just like the disarming spell you just used, it’s ordinary and ridiculous.”

Riddle also raised his wand and said with a sneer:

"Now is the time for Lord Voldemort to fulfill his promise, Harry Potter. I will grant you a dignified death. Come and duel me. Let me see that no one stands in your way this time. , how far can you go?"

Harry forced himself to stare at Riddle in front of him. Although it was Neville's body, it was extremely flexible under his control.

Before Harry could see his movements clearly, a spell had already hit him, and severe pain suddenly surged through his body, as if dozens of knives were constantly cutting his body.

Holding a hand against his chest, Harry reluctantly used the wall behind him to support himself.He was panting heavily while racking his brains to think of a solution.Fortunately, Riddle did not continue to attack and seemed to be enjoying his ugliness.

What Professor Lockhart once taught in the dueling club sounded in Harry's ears again. Instead of passively dodging and defending, it was better to give it a try.

"Expelliarmus!" He drained all his strength and launched an attack on Riddle.

A wand drew an arc in the air and flew to a corner.

That's Harry's wand.

"You seem to have a special liking for this magic?" Riddle said with a playful smile, "But you are really too ordinary, Harry Potter. Even the spells you are best at are not as good as mine, but... A hero who can be praised by others, what is the difference between you and your most beloved Professor Lockhart?"

"So next," he pointed his wand at Harry, who had collapsed on the ground, "it's time for the drama to end."