Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 193: Tom's Conspiracy, Ian's Travel
The air in the underground chamber was so thick that you could almost squeeze water out of it. The tip of Ian's wand flickered with a deep light, illuminating the pale face opposite him.

Harry Potter.

Or, it was the remnant of Voldemort that occupied Harry's body. At this moment, the boy's eyes were like snakes, and his cold eyes lacked reason and emotion.

have to say.

Faced with such a scenario.

Ian's emotions fluctuated quite dramatically - if the person here was Harry and the Voldemort in Harry's body, then what was the Harry in the ward that Nick Flamel was taking care of?
An imposter?

No.

The substitute created by magic might be able to fool other wizards, and even some professors at Hogwarts, but it would never be able to fool the master of alchemy, Nick Flamel.

"So, that must be Harry..." Thinking of this, Ian felt that he had some understanding. He immediately sorted out his thoughts and frowned.

"You used the time machine to deceive Nick Flamel?" Ian thought of the time when he accidentally touched the time machine. At that time, Harry Potter was also in Nick Flamel's office.

If Harry Potter had glimpsed the secret of the time machine, then Voldemort hidden in Harry Potter would obviously also know what happened in the alchemy office that night.

Although Nick Flamel used some tricks to coax Harry to another place in order to protect the information of the time machine, the fact that Harry, who knew little about the wizarding world, could be fooled does not mean that Voldemort was so ignorant. Based on Harry's memory of that night, I'm afraid Voldemort had already seen through and planned to use this miraculous creation in Hogwarts.

"You are very smart, much smarter than I thought." Voldemort's response confirmed Ian's guess. He stared at the little wizard in front of him with extremely gloomy eyes.

but.

But he didn't dare to take the first step.

Perhaps because he shared Harry's memories and had used Harry's body to move around Hogwarts at night, he was very clear about the strength of the young wizard in front of him.

Without a complete resurrection, I'm afraid it will be difficult to ensure victory.

"Perhaps we can talk and make a deal. I have a lot of knowledge that you can't access in Hogwarts. I am the Horcrux that was created at the last moment."

"At least before last year, it was a Horcrux created at the last minute. Do you know what this means? It means that almost all of Voldemort's life's knowledge is in my hands."

“You will definitely lead a more glorious life and enjoy the scenery that you could not otherwise enjoy. You must know that this is the wealth that Voldemort has accumulated throughout his life.” Because he was afraid of the little wizard’s strength, Voldemort, who occupied Harry’s body, wanted to use some seductive means to reach a consensus with Ian.

"Let me live! You will have everything!"

He spoke in a very seductive voice. Perhaps such words would make many people excited, but Ian was obviously not one of them.

"It's the same rhetoric again. It's always the same rhetoric. Don't you have any other tricks?" Ian rolled his eyes, his tone full of undisguised contempt.

If he remembered correctly, Voldemort, who was resurrected last year, was also trying to seduce him in a similar way. Perhaps all of Voldemort's Horcruxes thought that this was a temptation that the wizard could not resist.

"I am serious and sincere. I can use all the knowledge of Voldemort in exchange for my life." Voldemort spoke in a hoarse voice with his face against Harry's.

"You are Voldemort."

Ian was unmoved.

"Of course I am a part of Voldemort, but that doesn't mean I have to become Voldemort... He is too crazy. From the moment he made that deal with the god of death in order to resurrect, we were destined to betray him. Of course, it can also be said that by making that deal, he betrayed all of our split souls!"

There was madness and anger in Harry's vertical pupils, but more of it was fear, fear of the death he mentioned, fear of the deal he said he had made with the death.

"What deal?"

Ian thought of Voldemort's brief resurrection last year, a special situation in which he had the strength to win in an instant. It was obvious that the price Dumbledore had mentioned might have come true.

"The God of Death never makes a loss in business. His forgiveness is always accompanied by a deeper price, a horror more terrible than death." The residual soul occupying Harry's body was vague.

It seemed like he was afraid, or he was afraid to talk about any information. Of course, even so, "Harry" still wanted to use this aspect to make a deal with Ian.

"Let me live, you can gain this part of knowledge, and then you can understand what my crazy past has betrayed." "Harry" stared at Ian.

The young wizard did not answer. His eyes swept across Pansy Parkinson, who was lying unconscious in front of Voldemort. The girl's hair was scattered on the ground in a mess, as if she would not live long.

"You said you didn't kill my precious basilisk?"

Ian suddenly changed the subject.

This immediately aroused Harry's vigilance.

"You're stalling for time!"

He roared at Ian with an annoyed look, but all he got in return was Ian's sneer.

"Use your remaining brain. What tricks do you think I need to use to delay you?" Ian shook his head with contempt, holding up the magic wand and opening his hands. The magic wand trembled slightly in his hand, not because of fear, but because of the accumulation of power, the momentum of a raging tide that was about to burst out.

I saw.

The little wizard's mouth curled up slightly.

The long robe rustled in the wind without any wind.

The next moment, a dazzling light burst out from the tip of his wand, and a dark blue flame suddenly burst out, like a sleeping dragon awakening, instantly igniting the surrounding air. Then, blazing fire rose from all directions, instantly filling every corner of the ruins of the secret room.

It was a fire as blue as the deep sea. The fierce fire burned fiercely, and the flames danced wildly, like countless angry snakes, devouring everything madly. The collapsed rubble made crackling sounds under the high temperature.

It turned into dust visibly.

The magic power surged in the young wizard's body, like an endless ocean with huge waves. The power gushed out from his body and turned into an invisible pressure that enveloped the entire space.

There was a terrifyingly powerful force in the air.

"Are you provoking me?"

Voldemort, who had taken over Harry's body, stood opposite.

The pale face looked even more sinister in the firelight. A rare fear flashed in his eyes, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly, as if resisting the invisible oppression.

"I'm asking you, what chances do you think you have of winning... defeating me?" In the firelight, Ian's eyes were calm, and raging flames surrounded him.

Like the most loyal servant.

"Goo~"

This was the sound of swallowing saliva. Voldemort, the existence that once frightened the entire wizarding world, actually felt the strong pressure from Ian at this moment. A trace of unconcealable horror emerged in his iconic snake-like pupils, and he unconsciously took a step back.

"How can you have such powerful magic!?"

He exclaimed in disbelief. Obviously, although he knew some things about Ian, his understanding of Ian was limited to the little wizard in the school.

The memory of Voldemort who was killed by Ian was not synchronized with him.

"That's not the answer I want to hear." Ian didn't answer, but raised his chin slightly, with a sneer on his face. His eyes were like a knife piercing Voldemort's heart.

"Of course it wasn't me! It was that damn diary! It was the sixteen-year-old me! It pretended to unite with me, but wanted to use me and another soul in this body as a sacrifice for its resurrection!"

Perhaps it was because he saw Fiendfyre rushing towards him that Voldemort, who had taken over Harry's body, immediately roared in panic.

He revealed a piece of information that was completely unexpected to Ian. The basilisk was killed by the residual soul in the diary, and the diary wanted to sacrifice Harry.

"This is interesting."

Ian raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.

Of course he knew that the later Voldemort's time was, the more his IQ was taken over by madness. Riddle, who was in his teens, was certainly very smart, but he did not expect that the Horcruxes could even fight among themselves.

This was probably related to the deal that Voldemort made when he was resurrected last year. Of course, compared to the internal strife of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Ian was more concerned about his own regret.

"Why did he kill my basilisk?"

The young wizard was convinced that the basilisk's soul could not be used for resurrection.

"Of course it's so that he can have the strength to stab me in the back!" The "Harry" gritted his teeth and looked quite annoyed. He revealed the crimes of his other self in a resentful tone.

"At the beginning, he and I exchanged information and conspired together to escape that terrible fate, so we made a plan to release the basilisk to attack the students in Hogwarts."

"This is a very good plan, a win-win plan. We can both have enough souls for sacrifice and become separate individuals. But he betrayed me in this secret room!"

"No matter what, he doesn't want to provoke the three most powerful people now. His resurrection only requires me and the soul of this body I occupy. He wants to use magic to attack me from behind."

"Unfortunately, despite all his calculations, he didn't expect that I had been on guard against him the entire time. I know myself too well, so he failed to kill me by using that student with weak magic power."

"Harry's" tone was full of resentment towards "himself", and there was a look of shame and anger in his vertical pupils. It was obvious that he regarded being tricked by "himself" as a great shame and humiliation.

"Tsk tsk, you had an internal conflict, and were chased to this dark place by a younger self and secretly wanted to be sacrificed. How should I evaluate your experience... How pathetic." Ian did not hide his sarcasm, but his light remarks made "Harry"'s expression extremely distorted.

The guy tried to raise the wand that should have belonged to Harry several times.

But in the end I endured it.

Although madness and the desire to kill filled his brain, the remaining sanity still reminded the remnant soul of the Dark Lord that Ian's powerful and terrifying magic was not a force he could contend with before his resurrection.

Without any choice.

The remaining soul of Voldemort could only try his best to defend himself.

"I saw through his plot! I evacuated the secret room in time, left him and the basilisk in the secret room, and then chose this pure-blood girl as my sacrifice."

His tone was quite passionate and contained a hint of indignation.

"I choose to break free from my fate! This is far beyond his plan! He was created too early, and he is timid in his heart. He doesn't dare to do the same thing as me!"

"He is not only a traitor, but also a coward and a timid guy!" Because of the ridicule, "Harry" began to belittle another Horcrux in order to elevate himself.

This is definitely a real dog-eat-dog situation.

“It’s so funny.”

Ian found this scene quite novel.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, "Harry" immediately seized the opportunity, looked at Pansy lying in the puddle on the ground, and his tone once again had a hint of request.

"I have confessed everything to you, so can you let me come back to life now? I can teach you and help you. You are so powerful that you will surely achieve something that will shock everyone. On your road to conquest, you will need helpers and followers. I can be your helper and follower."

"A dark lord will follow you, and you will change the world." He was still using his language skills to try to paint a bright future for Ian.

This is certainly a big pie that all ambitious people would be tempted by.

however.

Again.

Ian was not among them.

Of course he has ideals and ambitions, but they have nothing to do with conquering the world.

"You're right, you've confessed everything, so it's time to end our conversation." Ian chuckled and shook the wand in his hand lightly.

Then, the fierce flames seemed to be given life.

They contain Ian's powerful magic and firm will. Each flame is like a sharp blade, cutting every inch of the air that it sweeps through.

"You are not trustworthy! Damn you!" Voldemort's residual soul was roaring and raging, his voice panicked and angry. He obviously regarded Ian as another traitor.

"I never agreed to your deal." Ian continued to urge the Fiery Flame, and the power of the flame became stronger and stronger. Everything in the ruins seemed to be ignited at this moment.

"You despicable little devil!"

Voldemort quickly raised Harry's wand and used magic to resist.

however.

It was Harry's body that was occupied.

All he could use was Harry's magic. Although Mr. Savior's talent was outstanding among his peers, it was not good enough among adult wizards.

"All curses end!"

Voldemort first wanted to use this upgraded version of the "Stop Curse" magic to eliminate Ian's Fiendfyre, but his magic power was too weak to eliminate the Fiendfyre condensed by Ian's peak human magic.

Seeing that Fiery Flame showed no sign of stopping, beads of sweat suddenly broke out on Voldemort's forehead. He could only grit his teeth and use his best dark magic.

"The Abyss is Coming!"

Accompanied by Voldemort chanting a spell.

A thick black fog suddenly surged in the secret room.

Countless ghosts emerged from the black fog, roaring and howling, forming a seemingly indestructible defensive barrier, trying to resist the overwhelming fire.

This is the power of black magic. Even if one does not have great magical powers or superb memory, it can produce powerful effects at the cost of some erosion of the soul.

The essence of most dark magic.

It is actually a kind of power “borrowed” from other existences.

This is also the reason why erosion occurs - of course, for the remaining soul of Voldemort, his soul is already mottled, so he doesn't care about the cost of using dark magic.

I saw.

Countless ghosts wrapped in black mist rushed towards Li Huo.

They rushed towards Fiendfyre with their fangs and claws bared, trying to stop this deadly attack from reaching Harry.

However, even though this is black magic, so is Fiendfyre. This is the area in which Ian is most proficient. The black magic of Voldemort's remnant soul is simply vulnerable in front of him.

To know.

Even Voldemort in his prime couldn't defeat Ian.

"Hoohoho!"

In the rolling black fog.

Facing Ian's fierce fire attack that was like a storm, this seemingly ferocious magic was like paper.

The fierce fire was like a living flame, it shuttled flexibly among the dead souls. Every touch was accompanied by mournful wails and the rising of black smoke. Countless dead souls struggled in pain under the burning of the fierce fire. Under the burning of the fierce fire, the dead souls gradually lost their form and turned into ashes that drifted in the air.

The powerful magic collapsed completely in the blink of an eye.

but.

Voldemort, who occupied Harry's body, was not panicked. He had long realized that Ian was unreasonably powerful and difficult to defeat, so this magic was just to delay time.

Li Huo's steps were slightly stopped.

He also took the opportunity to rush to Pansy's side.

"Do you want to destroy your classmates and this innocent little girl?" It was obvious that Voldemort's purpose was to take advantage of the kindness of the second-year wizard.

He pulled the unconscious little witch from the ground up, stood in front of him, and pressed his wand against Pansy's neck. The green light on the wand seemed like it would burst out at any time.

Voldemort is gambling.

I bet Hogwarts students care a lot about things like bonds, friendship, and friendship between classmates.

"Tsk, do you think I care about a Slytherin who has nothing to do with me? Do you think you can threaten me like this? What does her life or death have to do with me?"

"You don't know me at all, Voldemort. This little girl is just an insignificant mortal." Ian's eyes revealed a bit of disdain and indifference.

Li Huo's speed did not stop.

It was rapidly closing in on Voldemort.

"You don't care about her, so don't you care about Harry Potter either? He is the so-called hero of the wizarding world. If you kill me, he will have to accompany me to meet the god of death!"

Voldemort was shocked by Ian's attitude. He didn't expect Ian to be so resolute. He had no choice but to shout at Ian while dodging Fiendfyre's attack.

The life of the savior.

This is his last card.

"This is a necessary sacrifice, Voldemort, and I think Harry would be willing to make it...for the greater good." Ian swung his wand violently, and the raging fire covered the entire interior of the Chamber of Secrets.

They were eating away at the magical defenses that Voldemort had hastily built up.

"I will give Harry a decent ending. He died against you, and together with this little Slytherin girl, he fell in the battle against evil."

"This news will be published in tomorrow's newspapers. Moreover, I might even receive an honor and a medal as a reward for helping them avenge their great hatred and defeat you."

Ian's expression was cold and his eyes were full of indifference, which was totally inconsistent with his rather playful voice. It was as if his words, which had been carefully arranged, were madly stimulating Voldemort's heart.

Seeing "Harry"'s face full of disbelief.

Ian added more weight.

"Tom, we have the same origin, the same past...how can we not be the same kind of people?" As he said that, Ian controlled the Fiendfyre to directly devour Pansy who was thrown down.

The blue flames jumped violently.

Teasing Voldemort's tense nerves.

"No! You shouldn't do this! You shouldn't be so evil!"

Seeing Ian kill a classmate without hesitation, Voldemort couldn't help but feel infinite fear in his heart. He gradually realized that Ian might be different from what he knew.

Right.

When I was in school, I was also very good at disguising myself. The more I thought about it, the more uneasy and frightened I became. Seeing that his shield was about to be shattered by Ian's Fiendfyre, Voldemort completely believed Ian's words and realized that Ian was different from those righteous white wizards. This young boy would really kill Harry, the savior.

"you are vicious!"

Just at the moment when the shield completely melted.

"Harry" could no longer remain calm, because he saw Ian raise his wand, and the familiar green light appeared again, and the target was the boy whose body he had occupied.

Obviously, the Fiery Fire could burn everything to death, so why did the other party use the Killing Curse? Voldemort put himself in the other party's shoes and immediately realized that he was using his signature skill to frame him!

The little boy across from him really wants to sacrifice the savior for fame and glory!
"Avada Kedavra!"

Ian's killing curse was activated violently.

next moment.

Just as the magic was about to hit Harry.

"what!!!"

Voldemort suddenly let out a painful roar towards the sky, threw away his wand and opened his arms, and the black soul suddenly emerged from Harry's mouth like a twisted dragon.

It rushed towards the exit of the Chamber of Secrets with reluctance and desperation. It was very fast, and Fiendfyre was chasing it, but he couldn't catch up, allowing Voldemort, who was using all his strength to survive and protect his bodyguard, to escape to the exit.

"I'll remember you! I'll also..."

A resentful voice roared.

however.

Just as the black fog rushed out of the gate and tried to regroup and make a comeback, its cruel words came to an abrupt end as a figure that had been guarding the gate flew down quickly.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

It swallowed up Voldemort's soul in one gulp, and even before Voldemort's soul could react to what was happening, it swallowed up Voldemort's soul and refined it.

The purple flame on the Black Phoenix began to become unusually vigorous. The digestion time was very short, and after a moment, the burning purple flame began to fade away.

In the secret room.

Ian once again felt the power being transmitted to him through the connection between him and the Phoenix. His whole body was getting hotter and hotter, and he felt as if his flesh and blood were burning.

Familiar magic growth.

The golden magic runes on his body flashed a few times again.

but.

The pattern in his mind did not become clearer because of this - his legendary journey did not progress due to the growth of magic power, which was definitely because the little wizard had not found a way to explore it.

"I said the Illuminating Charm is more effective than the Killing Curse." The young wizard looked at his wand, blew out the last bit of green fluorescence on it, and walked towards Harry who had fallen to the ground because Voldemort left.

very lucky.

Harry is still alive.

Although the soul was weak, it was not damaged. Ian turned his head and looked at the gradually dying out Fiendfyre. The blue streaks faded away, and the wrapped Miss Pansy Parkinson was revealed intact.

Of course, he didn't kill this first-year girl. Although Ian really didn't like Slytherin House, he wasn't really so crazy as to kill innocent people.

The little wizard was just acting.

The performance was very enjoyable, combining the words and actions of many people he knew. In order to save the two juniors in that situation, the only best way Ian could think of was to pretend that he didn't care.

In order to make Voldemort realize that the cards he has are not the cards that can restrain Ian, Ian is betting that the Voldemort he meets this time will not be smart enough because it is the last Horcrux created.

Facts have proved that he made the right bet.

Voldemort was really fooled by him.

"What a clumsy Tom! Even clumsier than Marqui in that anti-Japanese drama I saw." Ian walked to Pansy, who was unconscious and had just been protected by Lihuo.

Compared to Harry.

Miss Parkinson's situation is even worse. Her soul has been marked with some kind of sacrifice. Although the sacrifice has not been completed, she still finds it difficult to wake up.

"But this is something Dumbledore should worry about."

After checking Pansy's pulse and breathing, Ian decided to save a bottle of his precious potion. After all, even if Miss Parkinson drank the potion, she might not wake up. If you don't let the person you saved know about it, is it still a good deed? In Ian's dictionary, it's a stupid thing that loses money.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Ian gave Harry a bottle of potion. The potions he produced were all high-quality potions. Soon, Harry's face regained some color and he slowly woke up.

Mr. Savior opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes. "Where is this?"

His eyes were somewhat dazed.

"Harry, Harry, I defeated Voldemort again, saved you, saved everyone, and saved our Hogwarts." Ian did not answer Harry Potter's question.

He just kept shaking the still weak Harry, and at the end of his words he raised his head and raised his voice - the little wizard was obviously shouting towards the castle above the Chamber of Secrets.

He believed that his good friend Hogwarts would definitely remember his kindness once again.

"Again?"

Harry Potter still had some vague memories when he woke up.

He found himself lying on a shallow body of water, his clothes soaked, while Ian was holding a little witch who was also soaked and unconscious.

Mr. Savior's mind was really confused. When he saw this scene, his first reaction was not that he had survived the disaster, but why he had to lie on the cold ground while another classmate was held by Ian.

Is it because I'm not Harley?

He had no idea what outrageous thoughts were coming out of his confused brain.

"Oh, I may have forgotten to tell you that I also defeated Voldemort once last year. Like you, I used the power of love, but this time I defeated him with pure strength."

Ian felt a little regretful that he did not set up the props for the video recording before the battle, otherwise he would have replayed his heroic figure in the corridors of Hogwarts 24 hours a day.

"The power of love..."

Harry struggled to get up from the ground and shook his dizzy head vigorously. Just as Ian was about to explain in detail, he suddenly seemed to remember something.

Harry's face was pale and his eyes were full of pain and struggle.

"Are you OK?"

Ian was confused and wanted to go forward to check the situation.

At this moment, suddenly, Harry fell to his knees, covering his head tightly with his hands, as if something emerged in his mind, and some fragments of memory began to be reflected in his eyes.

That was caused by the residual link between him and the Horcrux. However, since he was no longer a Horcrux, those memories were slowly disappearing like a broken lens.

"Diary...Malfoy...what is he doing..." Harry's tenacious quality as a savior was revealed at this moment, even though his headache felt like it was about to split open.

But he still tried his best to grasp the scene he saw, and spoke it out with a throat that was almost too painful to speak, passing this broken information to the senior beside him.

"Hold on, Harry, I know the diary, and I know it was with Malfoy before, but Malfoy lost it due to his own carelessness."

"I think the residual soul living in the diary sensed something was wrong and escaped." Ian checked on Harry's condition. He could feel that Harry was going through a mental storm.

"No!"

suddenly.

Harry roared and grabbed Ian who was supporting him. His hand tightly grasped Ian's wrist. He raised his head and looked at Ian with painful yet terrified eyes.

"I'm talking about now! Right now!"

Harry screamed.

However, as time went on, the link as a Horcrux completely dissipated, those memory fragments began to slowly dissipate, and Harry's expression gradually eased.

"Huhuhu~"

He lay on the ground and took deep breaths.

It was like waking up from a long nightmare.

"Ian... I... I saw... that person, that person occupied Malfoy's body." Harry raised his head with sweat all over his forehead, his voice weak and trembling.

There was still fear in his eyes.

"It's like I'm possessed by another body. We have to save him." Harry tried to support himself. He was obviously worried about what happened to Malfoy.

"Ok?"

Ian was startled.

"Did you see where he was?"

The little wizard asked quickly.

Of course he didn't dare ignore Harry's message. He realized the seriousness of the situation. The hidden diary might have somehow found its way back to Malfoy.

The most dangerous place is the safest place?
Anyway.

Ian realized that he had been fooled by the sixteen-year-old Riddle.

"Office...Professor Flamel's office."

Harry shared the information he had gathered.

And it is this sentence.

However, Ian's expression froze. His pupils shrank again, and some extremely unbelievable speculations arose in his mind.

"Take Miss Parkinson back to the ground level and then go to the school infirmary. If you are still lying there, don't go in and find a place to hide."

"Voldemort will meet his own end at this moment. If you do not see yourself, take Miss Parkinson in for treatment and inform several deans of what has happened to you."

Ian was worried about the ridiculous ideas that popped up in his mind. He only had time to throw out a sentence that made Harry confused, and then he turned into a ball of white mist and rushed out of the secret room.

"What does it mean to reach this end on your own?"

Harry was bewildered, and couldn't understand what Ian was talking about. However, he also knew that time was precious, so he didn't think too much and picked up Pansy who was thrown to the ground by Ian.

"Can anyone tell me where to get out?"

Look around at the mess.

Harry walked out the door as well.

But when he saw the winding passage in front of him, he was completely helpless. After finally finding a direction and starting to move, he was startled by the serpent's corpse that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Harry almost threw Pansy out of his arms.

"Who would build a place like this and keep such weird things?" Harry, who was still in shock, patted his chest and complained in a low voice. The next moment he was frightened again and almost jumped up.

"It's not a moral thing for Slytherin students to complain about the little world of the founder of the house." A regretful sigh sounded behind Harry.

Mr. Savior turned his head sharply.

But he saw a wooden man made entirely of wood standing behind him.

Its eyes are lively.

He looked at the mess around him with a bit of melancholy.

"Who are you!"

Harry quickly threw away Pansy in his hand, and poor Miss Parkinson rolled to the ground again. He had no choice but to free his hand and pull out his wand.

Facing Harry with his wand pointed at himself.

The wooden man shook his head.

"You're holding your wand upside down."

It seems to be a kind reminder.

Harry, who had made a fool of himself, blushed and quickly corrected his wand.

"Do you want me to teach you the killing curse on the spot?"

The wooden man seemed very enthusiastic.

"I can also burn you with the Incendiary Curse! Tell me quickly! What are you!" Harry looked nervous and his mind was blank, but this did not affect his ability to scare the other party.

In fact, he hasn't even learned the arson spell yet.

"Come to Hogsmeade and I'll tell you who I am... Only if you're a student of Slytherin, otherwise I wouldn't give you this opportunity."

Leave this sentence.

The wooden man ignored the nervous Harry and walked straight to the messy secret room with his mechanical steps. He came to the place where the statue that had been burned to ashes by the fierce fire was originally located.

"Luckily he took it."

Looking at the open cave with no obstructions anymore, the wooden man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

……

The night is like thick ink.

Pour it all over Hogwarts without reservation.

The deserted corridor, like a mysterious tunnel forgotten by time, is filled with silence and the unknown.

The dim wall lamp emitted a weak and swaying light, as if trying to fight against the invasion of darkness, but it could only outline a small dim halo on the stone floor.

At this time, white mist suddenly rose from the second floor. Ian was very anxious. He seemed to have sorted out his thoughts. The death of the basilisk was definitely not an accident.

According to the remnant soul in Harry's body, he left the remnant soul of the diary in the Chamber of Secrets, but they were all the remnant souls of Voldemort, and the remnant soul of the diary did not need to kill the basilisk if it wanted to leave there.

after all.

Parseltongue was a command that the Basilisk could not resist, so it could not pose a threat to the remnant soul of the diary. But even so, the Basilisk was killed and its flesh and blood were drained away.

Of course, this is not without reason.

The residual soul of the diary has a characteristic, that is, it can collect the vitality of living things to restore strength. Although it is not resurrection, it is enough to give it some means.

For example, what Harry mentioned about possession and occupying other people's bodies.

"That guy didn't escape! He has been hiding in Malfoy's body!" Ian gradually sorted out his thoughts, and this was the most terrifying part for him.

perhaps.

The clumsy remnant of Voldemort's soul in Harry's body did not see the purpose of his other "self" clearly.

"I hope it's not what I think, otherwise, this operation is too outrageous!" Ian walked through the long corridor and went straight to Nick Lemay's office.

He knocked the door open and re-condensed into a human form in the office. The classroom was filled with a faint smoke, and all kinds of strange instruments and reagents were placed in a mess. The worst scene still happened. Nick Flamel was not in this office. The alchemy master might still be in the school infirmary guarding Harry, who was probably from the past.

And in this office.

Ian saw someone else.

The man Harry saw was Draco Malfoy. Or rather, the remnant of Voldemort who secretly occupied Malfoy's body and used his knowledge of psychology to avoid Ian's investigation.

"You came really fast."

"Malfoy" was not surprised by Ian's appearance. When Harry connected with him, he was of course also connected with Harry. This last connection made both him and Harry know each other's situation.

"That guy is still rubbish. He only blocked you for a short time." Malfoy was standing in front of an ancient and complicated machine.

That was the Big Ben that Ian brought into the world.

A magical artifact that can reverse time.

at this time.

The machine has been started.

It is emitting a light that can travel through time. "Malfoy" has already stepped half a foot into it. He can go in at any time. This may be the reason why he is still not changing or busy.

"Sure enough, you are here, fooling everyone... From the beginning you didn't intend to resurrect, right?" Ian stared at the boy in front of him with an unpleasant expression.

Yes.

He had seen through the diary's plan, but it was obviously too late - what this guy had been planning from the very beginning was different from the remnant soul in Harry's body.

What a sneak attack failed.

What a sudden betrayal.

These are just illusions.

Who knows yourself better than yourself?

The remnant soul in the diary knew very well that the other remnant soul acting alone would definitely attempt to resurrect.

and so.

He pushed it all forward.

There was one thing that the remnant soul of the diary did not lie about. He really did not want to provoke the three most powerful wizards in the school, so when the other two were not in school, he used "himself" to attract Ian's firepower.

The idea of ​​the diary's remnant soul has always been for this moment, to allow another remnant soul to attract attention and thereby divert Ian, the only person who can threaten his plan now.

This is Ian's inference.

And now "Malfoy"'s response has also verified this.

"Very smart, extremely smart. That's why I don't want to be your enemy. You are too powerful and have no weaknesses. I must make sure that you can't interfere with my actions." This "Malfoy" did not deny Ian's words, but sighed with emotion, and he frankly admitted his plan.

The remnant soul created by Voldemort in his later years probably never realized this until his death. The young Riddle, with his actions, proved that Voldemort did have extraordinary wisdom and planning in his early years.

"You want to travel through time and go back to the past?" Ian looked at the settings on Big Ben and didn't quite understand why the remnant soul of the diary would go to so much trouble to perform such an operation.

And "Malfoy" seemed to see Ian's confusion.

"The other me, the me that was born before Voldemort was about to die. He was so stupid that he thought he could escape the clutches of death by resurrecting here."

"It's really hard for me to imagine that this will be the thought I will have in the future... Death is everywhere. I can avoid it once, but it can come more than once."

"We have Voldemort's note on us. No matter what, we can't escape the outcome of that contract. Resurrection as an independent individual? That's just a self-deceiving idea." "Malfoy" standing in front of Big Ben smiled softly and talked about his other self with great contempt.

"What's the contract? What happened to you?"

Ian was really stalling for time at this time. He was also a little confused about what Voldemort had signed, so that every Horcrux would betray its original self.

And faced with the little wizard's question.

"That's not important."

The smiling "Malfoy" shrugged.

"Go back to before all this began, and I will change it all from the source. It won't happen, and I... heh, I will prove that I will live more clearly than Voldemort's people."

Throw down this sentence.

"Malfoy" with an evil look on his face waved at Ian.

"Goodbye, kid... No, maybe not goodbye." After saying that, "Malfoy" stepped into the light of the time machine without hesitation when Ian raised his wand. His body was gradually enveloped by the faint blue light, as if he was about to be sucked into another time and space and disappear completely.

next moment.

The gears of Big Ben suddenly sped up.

The clock face was covered with ripples of light. Ian felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate slightly, and a strange force filled the air, causing tiny bumps on his skin.

"Kacha kacha kacha~"

The gears of Big Ben made a harsh sound, as if mocking Ian's powerlessness. Seeing the light of the time tunnel disappearing, Ian made a quick decision with his eyes flashing.

"This is my fucking machine! Is it for nothing? You're looking for death!" This was not the first time Ian had time traveled, and he plunged into the gradually disappearing light.

In an instant, everything around seemed to be drawn into an invisible vortex. The light intertwined like flexible silk threads, and the colors kept changing and blending, as if telling stories from different eras.

The wind whistled in his ears, that was the sound of time rushing by. Ian felt his body become extremely light, as if he had broken free from the shackles of the world and was speeding through the endless river of time. Ancient carriages and modern cars crossed each other, and people wearing clothes from different eras overlapped in the void.

"It's still such an uncomfortable experience." Ian's ears were filled with the reverberation of various sounds, including the roar of steam engines, carriage bells, and unknown electronic sounds.

"How many years have you traveled through?"

Ian was confused.

When he was young, he had never walked in this mysterious passage for so long before, but now he seemed to be trapped in this passage.

half an hour.

One hour.

I have no idea how much time has passed.

He still didn't go out.

"Is Tom setting a trap for me?" Ian felt that this situation was unlikely. Voldemort was only sixteen years old. How could his attainments in alchemy be higher than his?

He checked carefully before entering the time channel.

"So... Tom lied to me again. His destination wasn't decades ago..." Ian thought calmly. He felt that this was the most likely possibility.

The ghost of the diary was deliberately creating confusion. If Ian hesitated and did not follow in, and then started the time machine again to go back to the past, it is very likely that he would be tricked by the other party again.

how to say.

Tom is a wise man and should not be underestimated.

Just as Ian was thinking.

[A soft quilt woven from the stars,
Eyelashes drooping like the sky,
We measure your breath with cypress incense,
Salt grains draw the rings of the moon phases on the pottery plate.

The chirping of unhatched birds,

Uncondensed dew,

The thunder of the unborn,

The unextinguished fire,

We sip the crumbs of your dreams,

Like sipping old honey mixed with moonlight,

Let the scarabs carry the broken shells of time,
Let the ears of wheat bow seven times,
Until the rock oozes a milky snore,
Until the frost on your eyelashes turns into spring rain...】

Suddenly.

Just as Ian was immersed in his thoughts.

Suddenly, a melodious and ethereal singing voice rang in his ears. The voice was so pure that it seemed to be able to wash away all the dust in the world, yet it carried a hint of unspeakable sorrow.

This directly disturbed Ian's meditation.

The song was like an invisible thread, pulling Ian's mind and making his consciousness blurry. Then, he felt a powerful force suddenly pulling him into an unknown abyss.

Ian's body suddenly sank like a kite with a broken string, and all his senses became blurry and distant at this moment. After an unknown amount of time, the light around him gradually converged, and the outlines of things slowly became clear. When Ian opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment.

The dim halo sways in the night.

There was a musty smell in the air.

There was a kind of inexplicable decayed smell mixed in. The surrounding walls were carved with complicated and mysterious patterns, and the traces of time made these patterns look mottled.

Some look like distorted human figures, while others look like some kind of ancient text.

"ah!??"

There was an exclamation.

Ian walked out of the afterglow of time.

He looked down at the platform where he was standing, and saw a little girl dressed up in a long coarse dress kneeling on the ground, looking up at him with almost dull eyes.

There was a dark red symbol painted on the girl's forehead. The symbol was exactly the same as a pattern on the wall and looked like a bird's claw.

"Where is this place?"

Ian asked in confusion.

And as he spoke.

The delicate object in the little girl's hand fell to the ground with a bang. She seemed to have suffered an unprecedented shock. She suddenly jumped up with trembling lips and turned to run towards the door.

“Wake up! He wakes up!!!”

Old English was shouted out from the mouth of this frightened, uneasy little girl with a crying tone.

“What the hell, wait a minute, I’m a kid too, we have a common language!” Ian spoke Old English and subconsciously reached out his hand, but the girl had already disappeared out the door.

He heard noisy footsteps outside and exclamations one after another.

"This is really hell!"

Ian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He noticed that there were some objects on the stone platform in the center of the altar, including bronze utensils and several bone fragments engraved with runes.

"Damn Tom! What era has he come to?" The noise outside was getting closer and closer, and Ian heard many footsteps approaching the stone room.

He pulled out his wand.

Be extremely vigilant.

(End of this chapter)