Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 316, Section 314: Tom Riddle's Tombstone

The red and white ball bounced on the ground a few times before coming to a stop. Dali went over and picked it up.

"Sphinx, GET!"

At this moment, he had a large circle of red and white balls around his waist, which looked full and heavy.

"Adult Blasttail Snail, Mountain Monster, Winged Demon, Fire Crab, and even Snake Bird, Thunder Bird, Fire Gray Snake, and Sphinx-like Scorpion-tailed Beast—it seems I can complete most of my Pokédex this time."

Dali was very satisfied with the competition events.

Yes, he is the culprit that Fleur and Viktor never encountered a single magical creature.

Once inside the maze, the frantic hunt for magical creatures begins.

The levels originally set up with magical creatures were completely empty after he passed through them. The entire maze was as clean as if it had been licked by a dog. The Sphinx he had just encountered was probably the last one left in the entire maze.

Oh, actually, it wasn't the last one.

Harry is currently fighting an eight-eyed giant spider, which is the last one in the true sense.

Unfortunately, even though the eight-eyed giant spider was strong, it was no match for Harry now. It couldn't even last two rounds before Harry petrified and defeated it all with a single move.

At the end of the maze.

Harry stared at the trophy in front of him, somewhat at a loss.

The winner's trophy is right in front of you; just pick it up and you'll be the winner of this three-way battle.

Harry pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and then decisively picked up the trophy.

The next second, his body automatically left the ground, accompanied by a whistling wind and a dizzying sensation like falling into a washing machine. Harry and the trophy disappeared from the spot.

A tall figure followed closely behind Harry the moment he disappeared.

When he regained consciousness, he was already very, very far away from Hogwarts.

Harry steadied himself during the fall and landed steadily on the black muddy ground.

He could even master the art of apparition, so this level of dizziness was naturally no challenge for him.

The moment Harry landed, he drew his wand, cautiously surveying his surroundings. He was currently in a dark, overgrown cemetery. To his right, he could see the dark outline of a small chapel behind a tall yew tree, and to his left, a hill with a charming old house on its slope.

This was a completely unfamiliar place that Harry had never been to before.

Oh, well, it's not entirely unfamiliar. Harry had seen it in a dream.

Harry looked around and saw a somewhat familiar name on one of the tombstones—Tom Riddle. It sounded familiar, like he'd heard it somewhere before.

"Immediately imprison them!"

A short, cloaked man walked over and cast a spell on Harry.

"Armor Protection"

Harry defended against it without any surprise, and then instinctively retaliated with a spell.

"Disarm you!"

A red light struck the opponent's wrist, causing their wand to fly out of their hand.

"Who are you?"

Harry pointed his wand at the other person. Although he couldn't see the other person's face, he could feel that the other person was trembling. He thought that the other person was afraid of him, but Harry was wrong.

"Useless! You can't even do this simple thing right."

A sharp voice rang out behind Harry, making his hair stand on end; he hadn't even noticed anyone approaching him.

Just as he was about to retaliate, he was struck by a spell, and his wand flew out of his hand and fell into the opponent's hand.

Almost the instant the wand left his hand, Harry reacted with lightning speed, reaching into his pocket with his other hand, pulling out a vial of potion and gulping it down.

Bresta medicine.

This is the result of the intensive training during this period.

Before his opponent could cast the second spell, Harry, knowing he was no match, rolled away at lightning speed and hid behind a tombstone.

The speed of a leopard!

This tombstone belongs to that guy named Tom Riddle.

"That's interesting."

The owner of the shrill voice snorted coldly, about to unleash a spell.

Harry got there first and threw a few vials of potions out from behind the tombstone.

The test tube shattered at the other person's feet, and the yellow gas inside immediately spread out.

The Slowing Potion, an advanced version of the Slowing Potion, not only slows down the opponent's body but also slows down their thinking.

"This kind of thing."

The latter gave a cold laugh; his body was basically immune to the effects of these potions.

The spell mercilessly shattered the tombstone, but Harry dodged the attack using his incredible speed.

Three more bottles of pink potion were thrown out.

"Fairy-attracting agent!"

Thanks to the eagle's eyes, Harry was able to make out his opponent's appearance during their brief exchange.

A fairy.

The test tube shattered, releasing pink gas.

"It's no use!"

Despite saying that, his body paused slightly, and he clearly slowed down his attack.

They may say it's useless, but their actions tell a different story.

Harry seized the opportunity and got three more potions.

This time it's an explosive agent.

Boom!

Amidst the sparks flying, Harry seized the opportunity to try and snatch the wand from the short, cloaked man who had been there earlier.

Harry's fighting style originated from Dudley, or was similar to the old Dudley, relying primarily on spells and secondarily on potions (Dudley primarily relied on physical attacks and secondarily on potions). Potions had limited effectiveness in combat and were not as convenient as spells, so he needed to obtain a wand.

The short, cloaked man also noticed this and tried to snatch it back before he could, but was slapped away by Harry, who was empowered with the speed of a leopard and the strength of a bear.

With the wand in hand, Harry breathed a slight sigh of relief, feeling a greater sense of security.

Even though this wand isn't mine, I can still cast a few spells.

"snort!"

The goblin raised its hand to cast a spell again, and this time Harry also raised his wand; the two attacked almost simultaneously.

"Disarm you!"

Harry shouted.

The red spell flew out and struck the opponent directly. However, the green spell released by the opponent was unexpectedly powerful, instantly tearing through Harry's spell and sending him flying. Fortunately, Harry's physique had also been enhanced after taking the potion, otherwise this blow would have been enough to render him unable to fight.

Such a powerful spell, such terrifying magic.

This was the first time Harry had encountered such a situation, and he was completely outmatched in the spell duel.

"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"

Harry instinctively used dark magic.

While black magic is indeed criticized by other wizards for its evil nature, it is the most effective killing magic in duels.

Unfortunately, the opponent easily blocked this Divine Sharpness Shadowless Curse.

He was a wizard on a completely different level from Barty Jr. If it had been any other wizard, the outcome would have been decided the moment Harry took the Bresta potion.

"Very good. Excellent dueling skill."

Although it was a compliment, Harry didn't sense any praise whatsoever; instead, he felt nothing but malice.

Yes, it was malicious intent.

Harry suddenly felt a burning sensation on the scar on his forehead, followed by a dizzying feeling as if he had drunk fake alcohol.

Of all times!

For those who haven't read the original book, the tombstone of Tom Riddle should more accurately be the tombstone of old Tom Riddle.

It's not our senior Tom; these two, father and son, use the same name.

(End of this chapter)