Hogwarts: This Dark Lord is so evil.

Chapter 544 Tom: Wade, you finally decided to do it to me!

The cemetery was silent, save for the occasional ominous cries of crows in the central yew tree and the bubbling sound of liquid boiling in the large cauldron.

Tom quietly surveyed his surroundings, feeling that the small church in the distance and the beautiful house next to it looked increasingly familiar...

Soon, he noticed the tombstone next to the large pot.

Just by looking at the name on the tombstone, you'll know whether this is his family cemetery or not...

"May I go over and take a look?" Tom asked Levi tactfully.

“Of course you can. Once the stealth function is activated, you’ll be observing this world from another dimension.” Li Weide smiled and agreed to Tom’s request.

Tom walked quickly toward the tombstone.

With the help of the stealth ability, he left no footprints wherever he went, just like a ghost that did not exist in this world.

Li Weide followed along with great interest.

James and Lily didn't dare stray too far from Li Weide, glancing around to see where their son was while closely following in his footsteps.

Tom leaned closer to the tombstone and carefully examined the inscription that had been eroded by time.

The night was dark, and Tom could barely make out the words on it.

However, this certainly couldn't stump this top student from Hogwarts.

Soon, his eyes gained night vision thanks to the magic.

"Tom Riddle..." Tom read the words on the tombstone with a trembling voice, feeling his legs begin to shake.

So that's how it is... No wonder I didn't see my own name much when I traveled through parallel universes before...

So I'm already dead?
So... did that guy Li Weide ultimately make a move against me?
Thinking of this, Tom was suddenly overcome with grief...

"Li Weide, you...you finally did it to me! You actually killed me..."

Li Weide looked at Tom speechlessly, "Is there any possibility... that this is your father's tombstone? After all, your family's names are all similar."

Tom felt his fear subside somewhat after hearing this.

I carefully examined the remaining inscriptions on the tombstone once more...

Sure enough, according to the inscription on the tombstone, the tombstone was not his, but that of his father, Old Tom.

“But… how could my father have died so young? It shouldn’t be like this…” Tom wondered again.

Given Hydra's technological capabilities, if Old Tom were to develop any serious illness, Hydra would certainly be able to cure him.

Living to be a hundred years old is not a problem; we will absolutely not let old Tom live past a mere thirty-nine years!

“Parallel worlds, you know, as long as there are even the slightest differences, some things will be different,” Li Weide said meaningfully.

Tom thought about it carefully and suddenly realized what was going on.

Yes, it's normal for there to be differences in parallel worlds.

Perhaps it was because Old Tom of this world didn't receive treatment from Levi when he was attacked!

Therefore, he died very early!
This certainly conforms to the rules of parallel worlds!

“I understand,” Tom nodded.

At the same time, he felt relieved. Old Tom in this world was dead, but Old Tom in his own world was still alive!
Moreover, Li Weide did not kill himself!

Li Weide glanced at Tom and, seeing his relieved expression, couldn't help but ask, "No, what do you understand?"

"I……"

Tom had barely begun to explain when a muffled thud came from the cemetery!
"thump!"

Two figures suddenly appeared from the void and crashed heavily to the ground not far away...

A gleaming silver trophy lay on the ground not far from them.

The two struggled to their feet, and in the moonlight, everyone could see their faces.

These are two boys.

One was tall and thin, while the other was shorter and wore glasses.

James and Lily almost shouted out in excitement when they saw the boy with glasses!

Although the boy was no longer a baby, they could still recognize him at a glance—it was their son!

“Cedric, has anyone told you that this trophy is a door key?” Harry looked around warily.

“No…where is this? We don’t think we’re in the castle anymore.” Cedric looked around in confusion. “I think…we should take out our wands?”

“Of course!” Harry seemed pleased that Cedric had brought it up first.

The two held their wands, looking around in confusion, before their gazes simultaneously fell on the large cauldron.

Just as the two approached the large pot, a short figure suddenly emerged from a house in the distance.

He was carrying something that looked like tattered clothes in his hands and was walking quickly toward them.

Beside the short man, a giant snake was slithering along!
"Nagini?" Tom stared at the snake in astonishment, his mind completely blank.

Wasn't Nagini cured by Levi? How come he's still a snake thirty-nine years later?

Lee looked at Tom in surprise, "How did you recognize him?"

"Isn't it obvious? I remember her face! Every snake has its own shape, just like a person's face," Tom said matter-of-factly.

Lee Weide looked closely at Nagini, but aside from her size, he simply couldn't recognize her from her snake-like face...

All of this can only be attributed to the Slytherin family's Parseltongue talent.

As the short man approached Harry and the others, Harry suddenly clutched his head and collapsed to the ground in pain.

Cedric stared in disbelief at Harry, who was clutching his head and groaning in pain beside him, not knowing what had happened.

“Sir, what’s wrong with him?” Lily asked anxiously.

Li Weide shrugged. "When Harry deflected Voldemort's curse, Voldemort's remaining soul split open again. One part escaped, while the other part attached itself to the only living thing left in the house at the time... little Harry. This unintentionally turned Harry into his Horcrux. Even he himself didn't know it."

"Horcrux?"

Both during their school years and after graduation, the Potters were good children who never touched dark magic and truly had no idea what Horcruxes were.

Li Weide raised his hand and gave each of them a memory, instantly making them understand what Horcruxes were...

"Hordeals... such evil dark magic! Voldemort... he was already doing this while he was in school..." James and Lily were both stunned by the contents of the Horde.

"Does that mean that as long as all of his Horcruxes cannot be found and destroyed, no one can completely kill him?" James said in shock.

Lily was ultimately more observant than James. Trembling, she grabbed Levi's hand. "Harry unintentionally became Voldemort's Horcrux as well, which means... to completely kill Voldemort, Harry also... also has to die?"

“That’s right,” Li Weide replied calmly.

But this calm tone almost made Lily faint...

James quickly helped Lily up and said in a pleading tone, "Sir...didn't you say before...didn't you say...Harry wouldn't die? And that we would meet him again in the future?"

"All of this was within the calculations of the great Professor Dumbledore... In his plan, Harry was destined to die once," Livander replied.

James was stunned. "Given Dumbledore's way of doing things, he wouldn't be sending Harry to find all of Voldemort's Horcruxes and destroy them, and then...and then die a heroic death, would he...?"

"Huh? You really do know Dumbledore!" Li Wade said in surprise.

James and Lily were too grief-stricken and heartbroken to speak.

Just as the group was talking, the thing that looked like a tattered piece of clothing suddenly emitted a hoarse, high-pitched sound.

"Kill that tall, skinny guy!"

Upon hearing this, the short man immediately raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"thump!"

Cedric collapsed, sprawled on the ground, and he died.

Harry, standing next to him, clutched his head and struggled to turn his head to look over, his face filled with disbelief.

Li Weide silently put away his wand. Every life he saved was a merit point for repairing the system...

"Get up!" The short man pulled Harry, who was lying on the ground with a splitting headache and unable to move, to his feet, and then tied him to the tombstone that Tom had just looked at. "Wormtail!" James gritted his teeth as he looked at the short man.

Yes, this short guy is none other than their good brother, the traitor who betrayed them... Peter Pettigrew.

At this moment, Peter Pettigrew put the package he was holding on the ground, then grabbed a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Harry's mouth.

The package on the ground unfurled, revealing a monster inside that was neither a baby nor a snake!

"Voldemort has turned into this grotesque mess... Is this the price for immortality in exchange for Horcruxes?" Tom looked at Voldemort's mangled body with disgust. "If I had to look like this, I'd rather die."

Li Weide couldn't help but glance at Tom.

If I hadn't stopped you, do you think you would have refused?

Tom glanced back, puzzled. Why was Levi's gaze so strange...?

After stuffing Harry's mouth shut to stop him from making a sound, Peter Pettigrew began the main task of the evening.

He stirred the large pot vigorously, and soon, sparks began to fly out of the liquid inside...

"hurry up!"

Voldemort on the ground urged them on.

He only stopped when the liquid in the pot began to shimmer and sparkle like it was covered in diamonds.

"Master, everything is ready."

"Let's begin!" Voldemort said impatiently.

Peter Pettigrew immediately came over, picked up Voldemort, and lifted him onto the cauldron.

With a gentle shake, Voldemort's frail body fell into the pot!

Peter Pettigrew raised his wand, closed his eyes, and shouted at the night sky.

"Your father's bones, though unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground in front of Harry suddenly split open on its own!

A small piece of bone floated out gently from inside and, controlled by Peter Pettigrew, was softly tossed into the pot.

"What...what did he just say?" Tom stared at the scene before him, trembling.

The father's bones? Can they make the son regenerate?
But that's his father Old Tom's grave! Those should be Old Tom's bones! What does it have to do with Voldemort?
He vaguely considered a possibility, but... he refused to believe it!

“Your master can be reborn by giving up your flesh, which you have given yourself voluntarily…” Peter Pettigrew shouted as he drew a silver dagger, his voice trembling.

But he didn't dare hesitate at all; he gritted his teeth, and a flash of silver light appeared.

"Ugh!"

A scream rang out, and Peter Pettigrew's right arm was chopped off and fell into the pot as well.

The liquid in the pot boiled even more vigorously...

Peter Pettigrew gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger, and staggered to Harry's side.

"The blood of your enemy, if forced upon you, can bring your enemy back to life!"

The dagger pierced Harry's arm, and blood gushed out instantly.

Lily gripped James's arm tightly, helplessly watching everything unfold before her...

Peter Pettigrew took out a bottle, filled it with some of Harry's blood, then went back to the pot and poured the blood in.

He then collapsed to the ground, clutching his severed arm tightly and groaning in pain.

The sparks that were rising from the pot suddenly went out at that moment!
What followed was a thick white fog...

The entire cauldron was shrouded in mist.

Indistinctly, through the thick fog, a slender figure appeared...

"Put your clothes on!" a loud, cold voice rang out.

Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground groaning, immediately got up, picked up the pile of black clothes that had been prepared beforehand with his one arm, and, standing on tiptoe, put them on Voldemort's head...

Dressed impeccably, Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron, reached into his deep pocket with his right hand, and pulled out the pale yew wand.

Upon seeing that familiar wand, Tom's face turned as pale as the wand itself...

How could this be? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Tom closed his eyes in pain.

The white mist completely dissipated, and the socket sprite's appearance was revealed to everyone.

Li Weide shrugged. "It looks better than when I first saw it... even though the nose is completely gone."

“Master, you promised…you promised…” Peter Pettigrew said, choking back tears.

“Stretch out your arm,” Voldemort said.

“Oh… Master, thank you, my master…” Peter Pettigrew handed over the severed arm.

“I mean…the other arm,” Voldemort said with a cruel laugh.

Peter Pettigrew cried even louder, "Waaah, Master, you promised..."

Voldemort pulled Peter Pettigrew's arm, rolled up his sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark that had turned into a bright red patch!

Tom could see the design of the Dark Lord symbol very clearly...

He suddenly remembered the shape of the logo that Li Weide had suggested when they were designing a logo for the mutual aid society.

Tom looked at Levi with despair. So... he knew all along! He knew all along!

As Voldemort pressed his index finger against the Dark Mark on Peter Pettigrew's arm, Peter Pettigrew groaned in pain.

“I’m back,” Voldemort said softly. “They’ve all noticed…now they’ll see…now they’ll know…”

"How many people will dare to return when they sense my resurrection?" he murmured, his bright red eyes gazing at the stars. "And how many will be foolish enough to leave?"

Voldemort began pacing back and forth.

A minute later, his gaze fell on Harry. His snake-like face twisted with a cruel smile.

“Harry Potter, you are standing on the remains of my dead father,” he said softly, “a complete fool… just like your dear mother. But they were both useful, weren’t they? Your mother died protecting you, her child… and I killed my father, seeing him prove in death how useful he was…”

When Tom heard the words "the remains of my dead father" and "I killed my dad," all the strength seemed to drain from his body.

He collapsed to the ground, hugging himself tightly, looking even more helpless than he had been in the orphanage…

At this moment, Voldemort laughed again. He started pacing back and forth, looking around as he went. Nagini was still circling in the grass.

“Potter, do you see that house on the hill? My dad used to live there. My mom was a witch who lived in this village. She fell in love with him, but when my mom told my dad her true identity, he abandoned her. He didn't like magic, my dad…”

“Potter, before I was born, my father left my mother and went back to his Muggle parents. My mother died while giving birth to me, leaving me in a Muggle orphanage. But I swore to find him, to take revenge on him, to take revenge on that idiot named Tom Riddle.”

In the cemetery, Voldemort was still pacing back and forth, his red eyes scanning the graves.

“Listen to me, listen to me reminisce about my family’s past…” he said quietly, “Oh, I’ve become so sentimental… Harry, look, my real family has come home…”

One after another, dark figures descended from the sky; the Death Eaters appeared one after another, rushing towards their master…

At this moment, Tom huddled next to a tombstone, looking as if he were about to shatter.

Voldemort's series of words shattered Tom's last shred of hope.

So... Tom Riddle is Voldemort, and Voldemort is Tom Riddle... which is me... that heinous Dark Lord is myself!
Li Weide gently squatted down in front of Tom, his gaze towards him somewhat complicated, it was hard to tell whether it was pity or something else...

"A small difference between parallel worlds, is that it?" Tom looked up with a wry smile. "What small difference could cause such a huge change?"

Li Weide looked at Tom quietly, and suddenly a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

"The only difference is... there is no Li Weide in this world."

Tom's eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with disbelief...

"You don't exist in this world?"

“Yes, Rivendell doesn’t exist, but Tom Riddle does… Dumbledore went to Wood Orphanage and, with the only little wizard there, you, opened the door to the magical world… It was a Tom Riddle without my supervision, a completely free Tom Riddle!”

(End of this chapter)