Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

He had long black hair, deep-set features, and a handsome face. His eyes were slightly narrowed, naturally exuding a cold aura.

Wizette gripped her wand tightly. "Tom Riddle?"

“It’s me. You did know me.” Tom Riddle raised an eyebrow. “In that case, you should know my other name, which I prefer.”

Wizette was observing Tom Riddle, and he found that Tom Riddle before him seemed to exist between reality and illusion, coated with a hazy halo.

This confirms Salazar Slytherin's idea that this was an extremely special existence.

Since that's the case, we need to find a way to deplete it, so as to activate the Spirit Summoning Box to capture it.

“Complete discrimination…” Tom Riddle drawled, talking to himself, “He’s so good to you… He’ll tell you everything…”

"If only he had treated me like that back then! Maybe I could have stayed at Hogwarts...and become your professor...teaching many students...just like him..."

"Don't you want to look for the cause within yourself first?" Vizette raised an eyebrow. "And... is this your goal? To send them to destroy Hogwarts? Is that even possible?"

“We have to give it a try, right? We’re wizards, after all! There’s no harm in trying more!” Tom Riddle’s lips curled into a smile.

"Just like how I came to see you... I wanted to see... if Dumbledore would regret it if you died here..."

His smile suddenly froze, turning into a sinister expression. "Kill them!"

……

The eight-eyed giant spiders behind Tom Riddle were all adults, each as big as a carriage.

With a command, they stopped fiddling with their chelicerae and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a rustling sound.

shhhhhh...

A series of sharp whooshing sounds rang out, and several clumps of spider silk appeared from all directions, beckoning towards Vizet.

"Fire Shield Protection!"

Vizette lowered his wand as if holding a sword, and bright flames burst forth, transforming into a wall of fire as he turned.

The wall of fire blazed fiercely, turning the incoming spider silk to ashes.

Following the sound of the spider silk, Vizet raised her wand in one direction, and a wisp of flame split off from the raging wall of fire, spreading upwards along one of the spider silk threads.

The flame spread extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it had already ignited an eight-eyed giant spider by following the spider silk.

The dazzling flames illuminated the sky, and the other eight-eyed giant spiders scattered to avoid being caught in the flames.

Tom Riddle's sinister expression froze instantly, and intense jealousy shone through his slightly narrowed eyes.

"Ugh... that two-faced guy! He's always watching my every move, not letting me do this... not letting me do that!"

"What a hypocrite! He made so many demands of me, and now he's taught you dark magic? Disgusting! Utterly disgusting!"

Chapter 51 Tom, weren't you going to teach me dark magic?

Flames burrowed into the mouth of the eight-eyed giant spider along the spider silk, causing its body to twist and tremble violently, and its eight spider legs to swing wildly, trying to dissipate the intense heat spreading into its body.

Black smoke and flames billowed from its mouth together, making a "whooshing" sound like boiling water in a kettle, as if the flames had reached its internal organs and ignited its body as well.

The bristles on its body curled up, and its dark carapace bulged outward, making a crackling sound. It gradually became covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it might break at any moment.

The surrounding eight-eyed giant spiders made terrified "clicking" sounds and once again lurked into the darkness. They not only did not continue to attack, but they also dared not make a sound, for fear of becoming the next victim.

Click!

After a tooth-grinding bang, the eight-eyed giant spider, which had been set ablaze, exploded completely, with bright blue flames bursting in mid-air, instantly illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

"Is that so?" Vizet raised his hand and made a grasping motion. The exploded flames quickly gathered together, merging into a ball that merged into the wall of fire, making the wall of fire even more turbulent.

“Tom…” he drawled, his tone laced with sarcasm, “Riddle? Is this all you’ve got? You only saw dark magic?”

Influencing his opponent with words was a dueling technique he learned at the Pig's Head Bar.

If it works, the enemy often makes some unwise moves, just like Tom Riddle is doing now.

……

"Don't call me that name!" Tom Riddle shouted, his handsome face contorting as veins bulged out like a centipede on his cheeks.

"Don't think I can't see through your tricks! Transformation magic... fire magic... the effect looks good, but how many more times can you control the flames like this?"

He pulled a wand from his pocket and pointed it sharply in Vizet's direction. "Let me teach you what dark magic is!"

Vizette has some knowledge of wand studies and subconsciously pays attention to the styles of wands.

Therefore, he only needed one glance to recognize the original owner of the wand before him, "It really is Lockhart's wand..."

The wall of fire protecting him flickered, as if influenced by some unseen force.

“Look… your magic seems to be out of control…” Tom Riddle slowly raised his wand, as if dragging something, “your powers now belong to me!”

The wall of fire emitted a strange hissing sound, as if some kind of animal was being conceived within it, slowly breaking free of its restraints and wanting to descend into this world.

Tom Riddle raised his arm as high as he could, and a string of flames was pulled out of the wall of fire, quickly growing into the shape of a giant fire serpent, which flicked its tongue at Vizet.

The moment the fire serpent appeared, the fire wall protecting Vizet instantly weakened, leaving only a very shallow ring, like a fire ring that might be extinguished at any moment.

This allowed Wizette to glance at Tom Riddle, who was not far away.

After Tom Riddle cast the spell, the halo surrounding him expanded outwards, becoming somewhat more ethereal than before.

As the wall of fire was about to dissipate, the lurking eight-eyed giant spiders returned, pouncing on Vizet from all directions, their chelicerae clicking incessantly.

……

"Vizet, let me help you escape!" Ferenze's anxious voice rang out, "There are too many giant spiders, and I think I heard something else..."

Before he could finish speaking, the eight-eyed giant spider was already within arm's reach. If it got any closer, it could extend its legs and slice through flesh.

The sound of the giant spider opening and closing its chelicerae grew louder, and its dark eyes gleamed with a cruel light, as if it were imagining what was about to happen.

Perhaps the centaur's fur would be rougher and require more effort, but that student's skin would probably only need a light scratch to draw out crimson blood...

Tom Riddle widened his eyes slightly, intending to enjoy the spectacle of blood splattering everywhere;

His eyes seemed to see a vision of the future. Dumbledore finally arrived, his face as cold as ice as he looked at the mangled limbs on the ground...

The ring of fire seemed to finally go out, releasing its last spark.

The spell "Ancient Magic: Mastery of Fire" was brewing in Vizette's mind as he softly uttered the simple incantation, "Burning Flames!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and everything seemed to slow down, drifting leisurely in the air like fireflies frozen in time.

Tom Riddle, as if realizing something, shouted, "Idiot! Get out of the way..."

boom!

Before Tom Riddle could finish speaking, the burst of sparks transformed into a thick ring of fire that suddenly spread outwards.

The thick bristles on the eight-eyed giant spider's body were stained with flames, which quickly burned and spread into countless tiny sparks.

Vizette clenched her fist again, and tiny sparks gathered like a swarm of fireflies, surrounding her and transforming into a wall of fire once more.

Normally, magical creatures can resist damage from magic, especially special magical creatures like the eight-eyed giant spider, which has an even stronger ability to resist magic.

The giant spiders had not suffered any real damage, but they had basically lost their desire to attack. The burning pain on their bodies told them that staying away from this place was the best option at this moment.

Thinking of this, they truly retreated, intending to return to their nest and tell Aragog about everything that had happened.

Even though they were gone, the surroundings became increasingly noisy, with a rumbling sound coming from afar.

"Tom, didn't you want to try?" Vizet waved his wand, and the original wall of fire condensed into a giant fire serpent that flicked its tongue.

"Let's see if Headmaster Dumbledore will regret it... The time has come." He thrust his wand forward, and the fire serpent followed its trajectory, lunging towards Tom Riddle, who was not far away.

Tom Riddle, having discovered the eight-eyed spiders disappearing into the darkness, guessed what they were thinking. However, he was preoccupied with the oncoming fire serpents and didn't have the energy to stop the spiders from leaving.

"Don't call that name!"

……

it is as expected……

Seeing Tom Riddle's icy expression and the expanding aura around him, Vizet decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Tom... Tom... weren't you going to teach me dark magic? Is this what you call teaching? It seems even... Lockhart is inferior..."

Perhaps because Tom Riddle was merely a fragment of a soul, the fire serpent he commanded was repeatedly defeated and unable to withstand the fire serpent controlled by Vizet.

The fire serpent controlled by Vizet became more agile, constantly devouring the fire serpent controlled by Tom Riddle, and the gap between the two became increasingly wide.

The most obvious manifestation of this is that the giant fire serpent controlled by Tom Riddle is getting smaller and smaller, almost shrinking to the size of a fire ash serpent.

Tom Riddle felt a chill run down his spine; to his disbelief, Vizet's control over fire magic seemed to have left him far behind.

“Tom, judging from your appearance… you should be graduating soon, so why is this happening?” Vizet said slowly.

"I seem unable to learn anything from you. In fact... your power already belongs to me!"

Chapter 52 Tom Riddle and the Blood of the Unicorn

Tom Riddell felt an overwhelming sense of shame and anger upon hearing what he had just said.

He ceased maintaining control over the fire serpent and instead pointed his wand at Vizet, "Avada Kedavra..."

Before he could finish chanting the spell, the magic wand in his hand passed right through his hand and fell to the ground.