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Chapter 97 Avada Kedavra

The black magic barrier slowly fell down, forming a pitch-black robe that enveloped the newly revived body.

The newly appeared young man slowly raised his hand and stroked his cheek.

Tom opened his eyes and felt the sensation of receiving light with his naked eyes.

After keeping a diary for so long, he almost forgot that the light and details of the real world were so rich.

Du Mu looked at the young man with a nose and eyes, and then looked at his thick hair.

It’s okay, not as horrible as Voldemort in the original book.

This was within Du Mu's expectations. There was a detail in the original book that described that when Voldemort returned to Hogwarts to apply for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, his face had already stuck together like melted candles.

Voldemort was disfigured before his death, and the root of his disfigurement came from the deepening sin and tearing of his soul.

Tom was the first soul split from Voldemort, and he could be considered pure.

His greatest evil was that he killed his classmate Myrtle and then slandered another classmate, Hagrid, forcing him to drop out of school.

This is indeed a serious crime that will result in imprisonment in Azkaban if spoken out, but it is certainly not serious enough to cause the corruption of the soul.

In fact, Du Mu always felt that Tom's current appearance was a little subtly familiar.

This familiarity did not come from the original work. Du Mu thought about it for a while and was surprised to find that Tom actually looked a little similar to himself now.

What's the situation?
Hmm... could it be caused by Tom devouring his own spirit several times?
Strictly speaking, the spiritual energy Tom devoured was almost equivalent to devouring seven or eight ordinary people. If it was dispersed, it might cause the opponent to become like Voldemort in the original work, with his face and consciousness becoming more and more distorted.

But the spiritual power he absorbed came entirely from the same person.

This kind of situation has never occurred in the history of the magical world, because it is impossible for a person's spiritual will to provide such a huge amount of energy, so any situation of Tom can be regarded as a precedent, and there is no way to refer to the experience of predecessors.

"Uncle Du, who is he..."

Harry heard what Du Mu said and saw his blood being poured into Hulk's basin.

The blood of the enemy?

Is it...

No matter how stupid Harry was, everything he had experienced before provided him with all kinds of information.

This man who has reshaped his body is most likely the legendary Voldemort.

Because apart from Voldemort, Harry could hardly think of another person he could call an 'enemy'.

Neither could Uncle Vernon.

Tom looked at Harry and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was keenly aware that the young man was gradually developing a deep hostility towards him.

This hostility was not the cute dislike of a child, but the look of a real enemy, which Tom was very familiar with.

Is this another disaster brought upon myself by my stupid self?

Tom is now becoming more and more disgusted with the original body.

It's useless, not strong, and it makes me so ugly.

What on earth has he been doing all these years?

This time, Ginny didn't write crazily about Harry in the diary. Tom really didn't know this savior, and he only had a vague understanding of the original's experience.

He turned his head to look at Du Mu, slowly bowed and saluted, "Professor Du Mu, thank you for resurrecting me... I am happy to serve you wherever you need me."

If Du Mu had agreed with him on some conditions before resurrecting him, Tom would have said that he was willing to abide by them. But Du Mu didn't say anything and suddenly took the three materials to resurrect himself, which caught Tom off guard.

But he had already felt Du Mu's vast mental strength and majestic magical power... Even if he was resurrected, Tom did not think he was a match for the current professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In this case, although I am resurrected, my survival strategy is no different from the past. I have to be cautious, keep my head down and obey orders, and follow all the other party's commands. That's all.

This is consistent with Tom's understanding of the world. When he becomes stronger than Du Mu, he will not hesitate to dominate Du Mu in turn. Just like his original body, after becoming the Dark Lord, he first dominated the Death Eaters and then wanted to dominate the entire wizarding world.

Du Mu could understand the character of people like Tom. In his previous life, such people were everywhere. They were submissive when they had no money and acted like masters when they had money. Even he himself had this mentality, so it was not surprising.

Du Mu looked at Tom and suddenly ordered: "Use the Golden Bell on Harry."

"what?"

Harry stared blankly for a moment, but did nothing.

Although everything is chaotic today, and although the young man in front of him is suspected to be Voldemort who killed his parents.

But since it was Uncle Du's request, Harry did not resist.

Tom was also a little confused about this order, but he still bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, Professor Du Mu, I don't have a wand and can't cast a spell."

It seems that the inability to cast spells without a wand has become a common weakness of modern wizards.

Du Mu originally wanted to give his wand to Voldemort, but suddenly he remembered that Harry's wand seemed to be a pair with Voldemort's wand, and the materials were exactly the same.

"Harry, give him your wand."

Tom was slightly stunned when he heard this. It was fine if he was asked to attack this child, but he was even asked to use the other person's wand. Was this...

Of course, it's not that he couldn't do anything to the child. He just wondered why this boy, who seemed to be closer to Professor Du Mu, was asked to do such a thing as soon as he was resurrected.

Just when Tom thought the atmosphere was starting to become tense, he saw the boy with glasses took out his wand, holding the thin end, and handed it to him.

Tom looked at Harry's calm eyes and took the staff hesitantly.

Although I don't understand the cause and effect of the matter, and I don't know what these two people are doing, I just have to obey their orders since I am not as strong as them.

As soon as Tom touched the staff, he immediately showed a look of surprise.

He was very familiar with the feel of this staff.

Or rather, I miss it too much.

Holly wood, feathers from Dumbledore's phoenix... durable, precise.

How come the other person has my wand?

Tom was confused but did not stop what he was doing.

"The Upside Down Golden Bell!"

Tom had lived as a diary for so long that he almost thought he would forget how to cast a spell.

But from the facts, my skills have not become rusty.

Spells were still cast swiftly, his pronunciation was still clear, and the flow of magic power was still smooth.

Tom couldn't help but smile at the feeling of regained power.

Yes, that's it...

Although he was still being dominated by others, he was also under the shadow of Dumbledore when he was in school.

It's just a reappearance of the past.

At this point, I have regained the ability to learn and improve... As long as I work hard and don't rush out like my original body before gaining overwhelming strength, I will definitely be able to climb to the top again!
No, I should be my real body now.

Just as Tom was looking so confident as if it was a matter of course, a ball of light flew towards Harry.

Harry calmly waited for the world in front of him to be twisted and then hung in the sky.

However, nothing happened.

Tom and Harry were stunned.

Tom's brow twitched, and he cast the spell again: "Hanging Bell!"

Harry didn't even stir his clothes.

Tom couldn't believe it. His magic power was clearly working and the magic he cast was clearly being cast, so why was there no effect?

He moved his wand and shouted at the plum blossom pile in the martial arts arena: "Hanging Golden Bell!"

In an instant, the entire plum blossom pile rose from the ground and hung upside down in the air.

no problem?

Harry looked at the flying plum blossom pile, then touched the place where he had just been hit by magic, and couldn't help being stunned.

It was the first time that he encountered a spell failure on a non-classmate.

Du Mu nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that Lily's spell really worked.

What a powerful ancient magic... No, it should be said that Lily's love for her son is such a powerful emotion.

It is possible to make an extremely powerful protective spell remain effective for decades under simple conditions.

Still need to test it again though...

"Tom, use the Cruciatus Curse on Harry."

Tom was stunned. This was not a harmless spell like the fuchsia spell, but dark magic.

But now, Harry has completely calmed down.

Sure enough, Uncle Du had no intention of hurting himself at all.

The next Cruciatus Curse will probably be as ineffective as the previous Fuchsia Curse.

He had asked the other party to conduct the previous experiment just to ensure that the next extremely harmful spell would not work on him. Harry was relieved to confirm that Uncle Do was still as reliable as before and did not suddenly dislike him.

All other doubts are no longer important... As long as I know that Uncle Du still cares about me, and this is the only thing that I cannot accept to change, it remains the same as before, that is enough.

Tom swallowed, sweat almost breaking out on his forehead.

His arms trembled slightly, then he took a deep breath and re-steadied his gaze.

"Heart-breaking!"

This time without much hesitation, Tom snapped and cast the unforgivable dark magic on Harry.

Harry closed his eyes, and this time, he actually felt a strange ball of magic blasting into his body.

But... there was no movement of magic power, and no movement of mana power.

A warmer, more comfortable, and silent force enveloped the magic power formed by the black magic, and then disappeared silently.

Harry opened his eyes in surprise and couldn't help but look at Du Mu.

"Uncle Du, what is that?"

He finally realized that there was a mysterious protective spell in his body.

No, I should have known this before.

Harry recalled what Dumbledore had described to him when he and Du Mu first met him, and the original fate that Uncle Du had calculated later.

He raised his hand and touched the scar on his forehead.

I remembered what Dumbledore once said about why he sent me to Aunt Petunia's house.

The resurrected man in front of him, Uncle Du's behavior, Snape's confession, and his own life experience.

Everything connected.

Harry's eyes suddenly felt hot and a drop of warm water fell out uncontrollably.

It turns out that the mother whom I have never met has never left my side.

It turns out that I have always been under gentle protection.

Even the Dursleys, even the annoying Dursleys... unexpectedly, because of their blood relationship, they unconsciously took on the responsibilities of elders.

Even in my most painful and desperate childhood, it turns out that the underlying color is still love.

Harry covered his mouth, not wanting to appear weak in front of his enemy.

But I couldn't help but shed tears drop by drop.

It turns out that I have never been pitiful.

It turns out that I have never been ignored.

Tom was confused as he watched Harry suddenly break down and couldn't stop the tears from flowing even when he closed his eyes.

This... is this the effect of the Cruciatus Curse?
Du Mu looked at Harry, walked forward, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and checked his body.

Is everything okay?

The spell should not have worked, why was Harry crying so miserably all of a sudden?
Harry took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, gave Du Mu a hard smile, and then said, "I'm fine... I just remembered my childhood."

At this moment, Harry felt relieved. Although he couldn't say that he had forgiven the Dursleys, he felt as if all those things were completely far away from him and he didn't need to take them to heart.

There has never been any unfairness, and the love and care I receive from my family is no less than that of other children.

Du Mu was wondering, was it because of his behavior that Harry was reminded of the experience of being abused by the Vernon family?

He smiled helplessly in his heart, then put his hands on Harry's shoulders, squatted down, and said seriously: "Harry, relax, I promise you are safe, nothing will happen."

It's not that it can't be explained now, but the remnant soul of Voldemort in Harry's body has not been completely wiped out. If it is explained now, what if Tom suddenly feels united with the other remnant souls of Voldemort and quits?
Although the possibility is very small, Du Mu does not want to take the risk. He decides to solve the matter quickly while Tom knows nothing about it.

Harry smiled and nodded, then took a step forward and stood in front of Tom.

Looking at Harry's calm eyes, there was no longer the initial hatred in his expression. At this moment, the other party seemed to have a strong confidence in his heart and regained his composure.

Tom didn't understand where the other party's confidence came from. He was a little shocked by the kid's momentum and even leaned back slightly.

As soon as he stepped back, he felt his cheeks turn red as if they were burning. The unspeakable humiliation was like the backlash of the pain that had just been pierced through his heart and bones, causing his heart and lungs to ache.

He could accept being crushed and dominated by a truly strong man like Du Mu... because he was just not strong enough. When he became strong, he would do the same thing to others.

But what about the young man in front of me?

Who is he?
He was just immune to his two spells and had no power at all. Why should I retreat?
I am Voldemort!

As soon as the word Voldemort appeared in his mind, Tom's anger was suddenly extinguished.

wrong.

I am not Voldemort, Voldemort is dead.

"All right, Tom."

Du Mu stood behind Harry, his eyes deep as he said, "Next, cast the killing curse on Harry."

Tom gripped his wand tightly.

He looked at the two calm-faced men in front of him, one big and one small, and raised his temples, unable to tell whether he was afraid or angry.

Why is my heart beating so hard? Why do my arms feel weak?
Have you just obtained a physical body and are not used to it yet?

Tom pulled himself together, and his face darkened.

A killing curse, huh?
It just so happens that this is what I am best at.

The black robe on Tom's body, which was condensed by the magic ritual of resurrection, began to float up slowly without wind.

Tom's emotions began to rise and his murderous intent began to boil.

The Cruciatus Curse had just been released and the effects of the dark magic were already beginning to show.

That deep, vicious emotion of wanting the other person to suffer settles in the mind.

This made it extremely easy for him to cast the next fatal curse.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Tom shouted in a deep and sharp voice, and a rich and shining green light lit up in the martial arts field, hitting Harry's chest hard!
Harry closed his eyes again, not caring about his fate.

He was just nervous, and through his control over his magic power, he felt the warmth that would only emerge when he was attacked.

Sure enough, it was the same this time.

A flow of magical energy, which Harry could not yet clearly discern, enveloped his body.

When this ancient spell completely eliminated the opponent's Avada Kedavra, it indeed produced a comfortable warmth once again.

Energy brings heat...

Harry remembered Mr. Banner's teachings and couldn't help but smile.

Maybe... maybe the temperature I felt was just the heat that escaped when the magic canceled each other out.

But Harry, who was able to control magic power with his mind, still used magic power as tentacles to feel the deep and strong emotions contained in the protective magic.

It was just like the anger spell taught by Uncle Du, which could fully infuse one's anger into the enemy's consciousness and confront the opponent's emotions head-on.

In this way, Harry also truly felt his mother's guilt, heartache, regret... and love as vast as the ocean on a spiritual level.

This is something that any other non-magical child would find difficult to experience, breaking away from the constraints of the mortal body and gaining full contact with the spiritual level.

A faint scream sounded in Harry's ears.

The sound seemed very far away, yet also very close to my ear.

Harry opened his eyes in confusion and looked around.

But the martial arts arena is the same as before, with almost no changes.

Du Mu looked at the soul gradually dissipating from Harry, and finally nodded.

The matter has been settled.

"Harry, congratulations." Du Mu smiled at Harry: "The residual soul left in your body by Voldemort has now completely dissipated."

"Huh?" Harry and Tom asked in confusion at the same time.

Du Mu touched Harry's head and finally explained with a smile: "Have you forgotten, I once said that the cause of Voldemort's death..."

"I died from the rebound of the spell my mother cast on me." Harry knew this because he was present during the entire conversation between Du Mu and Dumbledore.

Tom immediately clenched his staff and looked at Harry in disbelief.

Counter curse?

Can it even rebound the killing curse?

How could such a spell exist!

Du Mu nodded. "However, one thing we didn't make clear to you at the beginning is that after Voldemort died, his soul would not go directly to the underworld due to the Horcrux, but he needed a living person as a landing point."

"But he killed my parents."

Harry said calmly, "So he chose me in the end, right?"

(End of this chapter)