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Chapter 556 Tom's Decision

"Collapsed."

A red spell flew out and hit Bertha directly, followed by another one, and Wormtail, who was wailing with saliva, also fell into a coma.

There was a look of surprise in Voldemort's eyes - he would rather have that guy Dumbledore appear here than have the person in front of him appear here.

"Tell me," Tom held two wands and leaned weakly against a nearby tombstone, but his face showed a look of satisfaction that he could not hide no matter what. "Tell me why you are so persistent in resurrecting."

"If you weren't obsessed with resurrection, how would I know you could be here?"

As Tom spoke, he snatched Wormtail's last wand, "It was because I was getting weaker and weaker that I concluded that you were going to resurrect."

"Look, I only know a few magic methods. You know more than me. After all, I don't have the memory of traveling to various countries. The only one I am sure of is this one. But why did you choose this one?"

Tom looked at himself wantonly, "I admit that I had some gambling elements, such as finding Frank and placing a small locating spell on him, or getting some poison in the cemetery."

"But this is really just my fantasy. Have you not learned any useful magic in all these years? Even a more powerful one!"

He was not in a hurry, but planned to keep his anger to himself.

"Prepare longer, come up with a grand plan, and then scare me so that I don't have time to prepare, or even kill me. Have you deformed your brain, Voldemort?"

"Do you know how long it takes to prepare those great spells? Do you know how long it takes to get these two idiots to carry out orders?"

"That's because you have no brains. The name Voldemort should be given to me. You have completely lost your brain!"

Tom looked disappointed. He was very dissatisfied with the current situation.

He would rather die in his own hands if he had demonstrated exquisite magic and outstanding talent - but this easy-to-deal-with fool was really disappointing.

"Let me guess, what are you going to do, you idiot?"

Tom looked at the other person, "Look at yourself in surprise, then throw the two loyal servants aside in disgust, and go find Lucius and his group of insects to do some pure-blooded thing again?"

Voldemort did not object, because that was exactly what he thought.

"And then what? Conquer Hogwarts and take over the entire wizarding world?"

"Oh, you really disappoint me. You really don't deserve the name of Voldemort," Tom shook his head. "If I'm not mistaken, you even planned to make Andrew a Death Eater, sing praises for you, and then make some weird propaganda materials?"

"Because you would have done the same thing. We are the same, Tom."

Voldemort raised his head and licked the blood flowing from his nasal cavity wantonly - due to the lack of a nose, he did not feel it at first, and it was not too late to try now.

"Same as us?"

Tom laughed. "No, we are different. I am not going to give up the name Tom. It is very good. That Taylor and I are the same kind of people. We both inherited the wisdom of Muggles and the power of wizards. We are the ones who changed the magical world." "You, Taylor?"

Voldemort laughed wildly. "You just happen to have my power, you lowly copy, you filthy lucky bastard, you actually think you are the same kind of person as Taylor!"

"I am the strongest and conqueror in the entire wizarding world. I am more qualified to write a legend than Dumbledore. How can a student like you be compared with me? You will never become Voldemort in this life. Even if I use some poisons and set some traps, it will not change your despicable and weak soul."

Voldemort tried hard to stand up, but it was difficult - Tom on the opposite side was too familiar with him, whether it was the means of resurrection or the grave, even the poison was the most targeted.

He was not surprised that the other party could kill him, but this did not affect his contempt for the other party at all.

"You have no respect for your own wisdom and power, Voldemort, and you don't know what power you are missing. "I should let you die, but I still don't want to die so confused and like a clown."

Tom took a few steps back, making sure they were a safe distance apart.

"You don't know what I'm researching, and you don't know how stupid your pure-blood followers are. The greatest luck for these guys is that they always encounter great powers, such as me and Taylor."

"I or you gave them the memory to act recklessly, but Taylor showed them a whole new kind of power."

“I learned methods from him, great methods, and I kept working on it.”

Tom nodded nostalgically, "I lurked among the wizards, absorbing knowledge bit by bit, learning and growing little by little, from Taylor, from the Muggles, and from my own thinking. I was originally the best student in Hogwarts."

"I have found the key to power, and am even ready to master it, Voldemort, no, Tom."

Tom even changed the name of Voldemort as he had long felt it was inappropriate. He looked down at the poor fellow over there from above. Under the effect of the poison, the other's newly resurrected body was too weak to stand up.

"The most powerful person is always yourself. I am the most powerful, but you don't even understand this sentence, Tom. But it doesn't matter. I will inherit your precious relics, two loyal and certified Death Eaters. This is amazing. They are better than the rest of the people combined."

"In fact, if you are not in a hurry to revive, I won't even bother to care about you. Knowledge is power. I even hope that you can attract everyone's attention - but why do you have to be so quick? I'm not even ready."

"I still need a lot of time, a capable assistant, and an experimental environment. There are so many things to do. If you were to resurrect now, it would really disrupt all my plans. It really is...Okay, one last question, Tom, where did you hide the crown?"

He raised his eyebrows - he had explained what could be explained, and he felt that Voldemort, who had abandoned the name Tom, would not understand the rest.

It's so sad. We are all excellent elementary school graduates just like Taylor!
"Don't even think about it, fake."

Voldemort smiled smugly, "Maybe there's another impostor out there who wants to kill you."

"Too much nonsense - Avada Kedavra!"

Tom raised his wand, and a green light tore through the darkness, illuminating his handsome and hideous face.

(End of this chapter)