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

Chapter 58 The mantis stalks the cicada

Tom Riddle frowned, gripping Harry's wand tightly, still wanting to try something, constantly accelerating the speed at which his body became illusory.

Voldemort grinned maliciously. "I know what you want to do... You want to go back to where you started, don't you?"

Tom Riddle pursed his lips, his silence at this moment undoubtedly confirming what Voldemort had said.

Voldemort stood with his hands behind his back. "That's the difference between you and me. I've gone far enough... I've seen enough, so I devised this method to separate you... and integrate you into my own world!"

"Hogwarts holds many secrets, enough to keep us exploring for a lifetime... but we can't limit ourselves here! There's a vast world outside that can teach us just as much!"

He gently flicked the silver thread connecting the two, "Just like this... Even though there's a master-servant distinction, we're still one..."

“After tracing back to the source, using our similarities as a connection, we can slowly pull you out and bring you back to me.”

"Call on God..." Tom Riddle tried to draw a circle and cast the Patronus Charm.

"Trying to cause a 'backfire'?" Voldemort didn't give him the chance, snatching Harry's wand directly. "Are you pretending I don't exist?"

He took another breath, and Tom Riddle's figure became even more ethereal, as if he would disappear completely if he took a few more breaths.

Voldemort did the same, his chest heaving violently, his eyes flashing crimson light.

Tom Riddle still exists, like a ghost, his legs no longer visible, like a thin veil in human form.

……

“Albus…Dumbledore?” Voldemort’s brows furrowed, and his voice echoed in the Chamber of Secrets.

"You don't want to come out, do you?" Voldemort raised his arm and waved his wand repeatedly in the air.

One after another, black wisps burst forth from the magic wand, emitting rapid whistling sounds as they flew straight towards the ceiling.

The black mist intertwined with the hazy green light of the secret chamber, accompanied by a loud bang, causing the entire chamber to tremble.

The stone pillars supporting the ceiling snapped with a crash, and huge stones fell from the ceiling, raising clouds of dust.

Voldemort listened intently, and amidst the rumbling sounds, he heard several familiar voices.

After a while, the secret chamber finally calmed down. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, one could see a mess on the ground, with countless broken stones and ruins scattered around.

Voldemort grinned broadly. "Come out... Vizzett! I hear your voice!"

Footsteps approached from afar, and a figure emerged from the hazy green light.

……

Ferenc once mentioned that he observed Uranus's anomalies through astrology.

Based on Wizette's understanding of astronomy, Uranus's anomalies would bring about various unexpected events, which would often be extremely unusual and difficult to predict.

Voldemort's sudden appearance and his unexpected attack on Tom Riddle could both be linked to the anomalies on Uranus.

Voldemort's research on the soul was clearly very advanced; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of a way to hide himself in the gaps of the soul and avoid Dumbledore's attention.

It must be said that Vizet gained a lot from just this idea provided by Voldemort.

If the situation weren't so special, he would definitely have taken out his notebook and written down this way of using his soul, so he could ponder it later.

Voldemort wanted to absorb Tom Riddle to complete his own transformation, but Vezel naturally wouldn't let him have his way.

Therefore, he lay in wait in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment when Tom Riddle's power needed to be weakened so that he could use the Spirit Box to capture him.

During this waiting period, Vizet pieced together the various events that had occurred based on the conversation between Voldemort and Tom Riddle.

……

The cause of the matter was naturally that Horcrux, and secondly, the Guardian Charm that Vizet cast after exploring the soul.

Because it was Vizet's first time casting the Patronus Charm, she didn't know how to use it properly, and the Patronus's influence had a wide range, awakening the sleeping Voldemort.

By chance, Voldemort became aware of Tom Riddle's existence and hid in Lockhart's body for a period of time.

Voldemort devised a series of plans to reabsorb Tom Riddle's soul fragment through a "counter-strategy" approach, thereby replenishing his own power.

……

Voldemort finally saw the figure in the hazy green light clearly, and greed gleamed in his eyes. "Vizet... it's been a long time!"

"Whirlwind clear! Harry, fly here!" Vizzett dispersed the dust and walked up to Voldemort. "If I could, I would like to never see you again."

With the help of Ancient Magic: Improved Summoning Charms, Harry flew towards Vizzet like an arrow.

Vizzet made way for Harry to continue flying forward, away from where he and Voldemort were.

"How merciful! I'm almost moved to tears..." Voldemort grinned maliciously, then took another breath to savor the moment.

“Vizet, do you know? Even without fully absorbing him, I have a different feeling! A feeling of being reborn!”

“Is that so?” Vizette activated the power of the incantation, increasing the absorption capacity of the spirit box. “Actually, I have another way to truly give you a new life.”

The silver threads connecting Voldemort and Tom Riddle swayed, accompanied by a very slight hissing sound, and then some of the silver threads suddenly broke.

With a jolt, Tom Riddle seemed to lose his balance and fell towards Wizette.

Tom Riddle's face showed a humiliated expression, but he could only open and close his mouth, unable to utter a sound.

"Looks like you came prepared!" Voldemort pursed his lips, then suddenly thrust his wand forward, a wisp of black smoke erupting from its tip. "Vizet, let me see how much you've grown this time!"

Knowing how terrifying the black aura was, Vizette did not use the Ironclad Charm to defend against it, but instead chose to avoid it.

Ancient Magic: Swift Thunder!

With a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, Vizet moved five meters away, at which point the black aura released by Voldemort exploded.

He immediately waved his wand, combining the Levitation Charm with Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery, and the scattered boulders became easy projectiles, all following the trajectory of the wand and crashing down on Voldemort.

"The Silent Levitation Charm? Much better than before!" Voldemort gripped his wand and swept it forward, instantly unleashing a cloud of black energy that crushed the incoming boulder into dust. "But it doesn't seem to work?"

boom!

The next moment, the scattered dust exploded simultaneously, and the flames, like a blooming sea of ​​flowers, engulfed Voldemort.

This is a special effect of Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery, which can unleash the hidden ancient magical power within, achieving unexpected results.

Amidst the firelight, Voldemort roared, "So you've become so confident that you intend to duel me?"

Vizette retorted, "Do I have to duel with you?"

Chapter 59 Two Yellow Birds

Upon hearing Vizzet's words, Voldemort's tone became uncertain and doubtful, "Could it be... damn it!"

He waved his wand, uttering sounds as if reciting runes.

At the same time, the silver threads connected to Tom Riddle quickly twisted together, forming a rope-like structure.

Vizette frowned slightly. The moment the silver rope took shape, he sensed through the Spirit Guiding Box that the silver rope generated an extremely obvious pulling force.

This was clearly Voldemort's backup plan, used to counteract the attraction of the crypt.

……

Amidst the ruins, a gentle yet weathered voice rang out, “Yes, at least for now, there’s no need for a duel.”

As the smoke and dust dissipated in the distance, an elderly man with white hair slowly approached, a wand clutched in his hand. "Vizet, continue..."

He suddenly raised his wand, and the surrounding rubble instantly moved, transforming into an armored giant who slapped the flames enveloping Voldemort.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared, "It really is you!"

He realized from Vizet's words that Dumbledore might be there, so he immediately took corresponding measures, condensing the silver threads into one, intending to devote most of his energy to dealing with Dumbledore.

The flames surrounding him instantly contracted, then exploded again, transforming into a surging, fiery serpent.

The fiery serpent was at least ten meters long, coiling upwards along the armored giant's arm. The intense heat melted the armored giant, and countless drops of magma-like liquid fell to the ground, making a hissing sound.

Dumbledore swung his wand horizontally, and the solid armored giant shattered into small stones. The fiery serpent lost its footing and inevitably fell to the ground.

"Stop the curse immediately!" He chanted the incantation, and the flames of the flaming serpent suddenly intensified, only to instantly wane.

He then clenched his fist, and countless stones converged on the fiery serpent, completely annihilating it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort thrust out his wand, and a thick bolt of green plasma shot out, instantly appearing before Dumbledore.

As if he had anticipated this, Dumbledore instantly gathered the surrounding dust, transforming it into an exquisite stone shield that stood before him.

The green plasma struck the stone shield, and both vanished into nothingness. Dumbledore's attack did not stop; the rocks that had engulfed the fiery serpent transformed into fists and viciously slammed into Voldemort.

Voldemort grabbed his robes and was sent flying backward as if blown by a gust of wind, narrowly avoiding the oncoming stone fist.

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"Dumbledore! Are you getting old? Your Transfiguration magic is only this good?" Voldemort raised his hand again, casting another Killing Curse, "Avada Kedavra!"

For some reason, he had a fleeting illusion that Dumbledore seemed younger and his eyes were much sharper.

The sudden illusion made the Killing Curse less accurate, and Dumbledore simply took a step to the side to dodge the incoming green plasma.

"Really? So you're that perceptive?" Dumbledore said calmly, smiling as he waved his wand. The enormous stone fist dispersed again, transforming into stones the size of human heads.

"This is not my prime, it's just a borrowed body!" Voldemort gritted his teeth and drew a circle in the air with his wand.

A ring of black mist instantly appeared, blasting all the rocks that were attacking him into nothingness. "Even so, it can easily withstand your magic!"