Harry Potter only felt a terrifying face in his mind—tall, thin, wearing a black mask, a serpent's terrible face pale and haggard, and scarlet eyes with pupils like slits, staring at him deadly.

He tried to banish the face from his mind, but found that he couldn't, and the other party was close to him as if he were his twin brother......

His scars felt like they were about to explode, and he felt like he was dying: a pain he had never experienced before, an unimaginable pain, a pain that could never be erased.

The hideous face seemed to have transformed into a monster with red eyes, and Harry was firmly wrapped around his body. The monster was so tightly wrapped around that Harry didn't know which was his own body and which was the monster's body, and they were fused together, bound in pain, and there was no way to escape.

Then the monster suddenly spoke, using Harry's mouth.

Harry felt his mouth open and close in excruciating pain, and let out a strange voice:

"Jon Hart, it's you!"

......

"That's right, it's me, Tom!" Jon said leisurely, sitting on the tombstone of Rodolphus-Lestrange's father, "It's the first time we've met, if I can call it a meeting!"

Harry couldn't see anything, he was almost dying, and there was a strong anger from all over him: "Why are you ...... How dare you call me by my name...... Why!"

"Your name is inherited from your father, Tom, and it's destined to stay with you for the rest of your life, whether you want to admit it or not!" Jon shrugged, "Okay, can we stop talking about this boring topic and discuss something useful?"

"Whatever you want!" Tom Riddle growled in a low voice, "what do you want to say to me?"

Jon then pulled a golden cup out of his pocket and carefully observed the badger pattern representing Hufflepuff on it, "...... I'm talking to you right now at Lestrange Manor, 300 miles away from Hogwarts Castle, and it's a terrible thing that you've turned into a rude Horcrux for such a beautiful work of art!"

"Sure enough...... Sure enough, it's you ......" Tom Riddle's voice seemed to gradually change from anger to calm.

"Of course it's me, or who else?" Jon said as a matter of course, "To be honest, it's really a very refreshing process to directly smash a Horcrux with a sword...... Of course, the feeling of burning with a strong fire is actually not bad!"

"The destruction of my other Horcruxes has something to do with you?" Voldemort asked in a low voice.

"When you were at war with Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic a year ago, I burned two of your Horcruxes with fire—that ridiculous journal, and the Ravenclaw crown?" Jon said thoughtfully:

“...... As for the rest, I sent the people who killed the serpent, but unfortunately they were all wiped out, but in the end the mission was completed...... That Slytherin locket, which poor Regulus-Black stole more than a decade ago, unfortunately you don't know...... And the ring that your grandfather left behind, the Peverell's ring, which has an interesting little stone hidden in it, but unfortunately you still don't know it......"

"How do you feel about all the hard work of crafting six Horcruxes, storing them in what you thought were safe, and now that there are none left, Tom?" Jon asked, smiling.

"You're going to make your life worse than dead!" Tom Riddle said in a deep voice, his voice thick with murderous intent, "I swear." ”

"I'm afraid you don't have that chance!" Jon said leisurely, "I know you've been asking about my whereabouts, Tom." To Professor Horace Slughorn, to Mrs. Diana Greengrass...... Then I might as well tell you the truth now......"

"Two years ago in your father's cemetery, you didn't kill me, I had Barty Crouch Jr., your loyal men, drink a polyjuice decoction with my hair on it, and disguise himself as me...... Alas, what a tragedy, the most loyal Death Eater, was so brutally murdered by his master!"

Harry Potter felt an extremely violent sense of rage for another moment, but this feeling came and went quickly, and his emotions quickly returned to calm.

Tom Riddle's voice rang out again: "So ...... disguised as Barty"

"Professor Alastor-Moody, that's funny, isn't it? you made poor little Crouch disguise himself as Professor Moody, and I in turn made Professor Moody disguise little Crouch...... And you were kept in the dark until that battle at the Ministry of Magic. At the time, I was returning to Hogwarts as Christopher Patrick. ”

"I wish Dumbledore had killed you in that battle, but the reality is a little less than ideal, you escaped and regrouped a group of Death Eaters......" Jon smiled, "Then we'll have to do something else." ”

Voldemort didn't seem to care about Jon's taunts, and he asked in an extremely cold voice, "How do you know...... Know my plans, know where my Horcruxes are, through Wormtail?"

"Of course not, it looks like you now know that Wormtail betrayed you!" Jon gave Harry a thumbs up, "You Death Eaters, you're still very efficient at delivering information! Now that this is the case, I might as well tell you the truth—"

Jon's voice became muffled for a moment: "Because I am Magus the Prophet, a born prophet, I know what is coming, I know the truth of time. You can't hide those little tricks from me!"

"Prophecy Magus. Tom Riddle frowned, as if to take the term to heart.

"Why are you talking to me about this?" said Tom Riddle, who had come back to his senses, suddenly.

"Of course...... It's time to stall!" Jon said with a smile.

"Stalling for time?" Tom Riddle sneered, "Are you waiting for me to leave Hogwarts, wait for me to get to Lestrange Cemetery, and then wait for me to kill you?"

"Dear Tom, do you still naively think that you can still leave Hogwarts?" Jon blinked, his face relaxed and comfortable, "Don't you understand your situation until now?"

Hearing Jon's words, Harry Potter's body twitched, and his whole body trembled violently.