A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 307 Please, you must kill Harry!

Tom Riddle was undoubtedly a genius, otherwise he wouldn't have become the second Dark Lord.

His talent was evident even before he enrolled, and during his years at Hogwarts, he amazed people countless times.

In the words of one of Riddle's classmates, "You probably don't know what it means to finish a seven-year course in third grade."

I usually describe this kind of person with two words: "eccentric learner!"

William wasn't a freak; although he appeared more exaggerated on the surface, he actually had plenty of time and had been using the ring for many years.

But then a problem arises.

William possesses ample magical knowledge and extensive combat experience, and his magical power has also increased dramatically thanks to Fox…

Even if Riddle is a monster at sixteen, can he really go toe-to-toe with him?

If Voldemort were in his fifties or sixties, William would definitely be thinking about running away by now, but facing Riddle... he's really not afraid!

William looked at Riddle, who also looked up at him. After their eyes met, they both understood each other perfectly... This battle was inevitable.

Without a word, Riddle gripped Harry's wand and gently drew a semi-circle in William's direction.

A crescent-shaped black light rushed over.

Riddle unleashed a devastating barrage of dark magic right from the start.

William stood still, the semi-circular beam of light slicing across the room wall and hurtling straight toward him.

The room was too small to make any effort to move around, especially since Harry and Ron, those two burdens, were sleeping right next to us.

As for the old Phoenix Fox... it only serves as a buff, providing some entertainment and singing occasionally, but it's utterly useless otherwise.

William's robes billowed, magic flowed within his body, and with a gentle wave of his wand, an invisible force enveloped the surroundings.

His magic, like a fish cutting through ripples, forced the sharp light to slide to both sides.

Riddle's dark magic continued to buzz as it hit the wall before slowly dissipating.

The ground shook, dust rose, and the force of their collision even pushed Ron and Harry's bodies, sending them sliding a distance across the ground before slamming them hard against the wall.

The walls of the secret chamber were made of some kind of stone, yet under such an attack, they only sustained a scratch a few centimeters deep.

Riddle frowned, suddenly noticing Harry's wand seemed somewhat resistant to him.

Holy crap... You're telling me the gun isn't calibrated when we're fighting?

Riddle could only mutter to himself, and surprisingly, he didn't hold the wand, letting it float in mid-air.

This method can reduce the resistance of the wand.

As if controlled by an invisible hand, the wand was slightly raised, and a row of undead slowly emerged from the ground.

These undead were dressed like medieval knights, exuding an aura of death, wearing heavy armor, but riding not horses, but... Thestrals!

The Shadow Knight drew a bone greatsword from its sheath and charged at William side by side.

Fox let out a cry, spread its wings and took flight, spewing out crimson-gold flames from its mouth.

William's wand trembled incessantly as he raised it high, drawing the flame towards him.

The flames slanted like a bridge, cascading straight down and sliding rapidly across the white bone blade of the Yin Corpse.

The scorching heat melted off the enemy rider's arm, and flames suddenly erupted, engulfing most of the corpse's body.

The Thestral continued galloping forward, but by the time it reached William, it had already turned into a wisp of smoke.

William brandished his wand like a whip, and crimson-gold flames swirled around Riddle.

The wand in front of Riddle trembled, and a layer of water surged from his body, shielding him from the scorching flames.

The water flowed more and more, completely engulfing him, and Fox's flames sizzled.

Soon, the surging water flooded the room, constantly flowing towards William, like a vicious python ready to devour anyone at any moment!

"All curses have ended!"

A fan-shaped flame appeared at the tip of William's wand. When he held it in front of him, the water exploded and splashed everywhere.

"Waterspout!"

William narrowed his eyes, twisted his wand lightly with two fingers, and gathered the water droplets into a huge water tornado, which pierced Riddle like a cascading silver river.

Riddle also felt the power of the spell, and he conjured a silver shield from the thin air to block it.

This magic took a heavy toll on him; after he summoned it, he turned pale.

The water jet struck the shield and shattered instantly, the water droplets falling onto the walls on both sides and creating countless tiny craters.

Unfortunately, it did not cause any obvious damage to the shield, although the spell struck the shield and made a low, gong-like sound.

William chuckled, and with a flick of his left hand, another magic wand appeared in his hand.

While his right wand was clearly maintaining the water tornado, William waved his left wand, gathering the bursting water droplets back together to form a second wave of attack.

This offensive still failed to have a significant impact on the shield.

But William waved his wand in his right hand, organizing a third wave of attack.

A perpetual motion machine—are you scared yet?!

A flicker of horror crossed Riddle's eyes.

Putting aside his ambidextrous fighting technique, William's strength was far greater than he had imagined, especially his magic... According to a normal junior wizard, he should have run out of magic long ago!

Regardless of Riddle's thoughts, William's actions did not falter in the slightest.

The powerful waterspouts, like dragons and snakes swimming, repeatedly struck the shield under William's magical control, making a series of thuds, like pile drivers.

The water splashed out, creating a beautiful scene of blooming flowers!

This approach seems ineffective.

But the water spike shield

Even the strongest shield can't withstand hundreds or thousands of water droplets.

In the blink of an eye, the center of the silver shield was completely blurred, and water droplets, like daggers, pierced through it and landed on Riddle!

He glanced down at his left shoulder; blood was seeping out, growing thicker and thicker. He licked his lips, and suddenly a hissing sound came from his mouth.

William paid no attention, focusing all his attention on Riddle, but Fox behind him let out a long screech, issuing a warning.

William barely had time to react before he was unexpectedly knocked away by a force and fell to the ground.

"...There's a mole!" This was the only thought in William's mind as he fell to the ground.

It was indeed a traitor. Harry pinned William down and reached out with both hands to snatch his wand.

Without the waterspout's suppression, Riddle burst into laughter and grabbed Harry's wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light shot out from the wand and flew toward William.

Phoenix Fox suddenly landed in front of William, its mouth wide open, and swallowed the green light whole. It burst into flames and collapsed onto the floor.

Small and wrinkled, it can no longer fly.

At the same time, William waved his right hand, casting a spell without a wand, and flung Harry away, sending him crashing into the wall.

A small, green snake slithered out of Harry's mouth and attacked William like lightning.

William swung his left hand, and a silver sword flew out, accurately embedding the small snake into the wall.

"If it weren't for that damned phoenix, I would have killed you already!" Riddle said viciously, wiping the blood from his left shoulder.

"Indeed, I admit I was careless. Riddle, you are really amazing," William said, gripping his wand.

"Even though he was no match for me, he almost made me stumble... No wonder he's called the Dark Lord."

"Too bad you won't have your chance." William glanced at Ron. "Unless... there's still a basilisk inside him?"

"That's it. There were only seven juvenile basilisks. I absorbed the life force of six of them, and the last one was placed inside Potter to attack you," Riddle explained, shrugging.

"Then show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve, or I'll take care of you." William stared at Riddle.

"There is indeed another trick up your sleeve." Riddle crouched down and pointed his wand at Harry's head.

His face contorted in a rage as he roared, "Give me the ring now, or I'll kill Potter! You don't want him dead, do you?"

William was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly thought of something funny and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He finally understood why Dumbledore repeatedly and fearlessly allowed Harry to confront Voldemort directly!

William stared at Riddle, raised his hand, and said softly in an extremely serious tone:

"Please, you must kill Harry. Don't hold back!"

Riddle was stunned, raised his wand, and roared angrily:

"Avada Kedavra!"

Another green light illuminated the sealed room.

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(I had exams, so the update was late. Sorry.)

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