Debris kept falling over the field, all of which were fragmented memories in Vio's mind, like a mirror. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Hermione, Ron, Harry, Draco, Showlo, and other familiar faces flashed through the fragments, their expressions varied.

The boy in plain wizard robes and Vio stood in the black wilderness, smiling at each other, like brothers and sisters who had not seen each other for a long time.

Not only is his demeanor very generous and polite, but his eyes seem to have a mysterious charm that can always attract the attention of others, and even his shirt buttoned up to the neckline is reverie.

But that doesn't seem to have an effect on vio.

Vio stared upward, and a crystal wand emerged from the void, surrounded by a holy light.

The young man's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes were more vigilant.

He stepped forward and reached out to remove the crystal wand, before that, he subconsciously glanced at Vio, who had no intention of stopping or displease.

The handle of the crystal wand was held in his hand.

The doubt and uneasiness in Riddle's eyes turned into relief in an instant.

He gracefully put his left hand behind his back, raised his right hand lightly, and waved a sigil very arbitrarily, and then threw it to the side.

He watched with bated breath as the light erupted from the tip of the staff and ran into the far reaches of the wilderness, a beam of energy in the middle that shook the depths of his soul, and the remaining light was swallowed up at all.

Even if he hadn't fully unleashed all of his magic, Riddle's smile deepened unobtrusively.

He didn't think the wand could do magic.

Vio also looked sideways at the spell, which was a good spell.

Judging by the enchantment model he drew with his wand, it was precision magic rather than area magic, and it would be several times more powerful than magic of the same range.

It's a pity that this is the place of consciousness of VIO, and only she is the master of this place.

[Mr. Riddle, this wand is very easy to use, isn't it?]

[Yes, it depends on your creativity and freedom.] Riddle bowed slightly, and asked with a serious expression, "I wonder if I have the honor to know your name now.] ］

[Ginny Weasley.] Vio's heart moved, and he said.

[Ginny?] Riddle repeated softly, not saying anything more about the name. [So, allow me to demonstrate that spellbreaker for you.] ］

Vio walked over to his side and stood up.

Riddle waved his wand and said aloud, "[Soul Fusion].

He was very skilled at casting spells, and Vio was also very sophisticated in admitting that he couldn't see clearly, and begged him to teach him a few more times.

Riddle smiled in agreement, then repeated at a slightly slower pace.

Vio watched it carefully.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Riddle thoughtfully lowered his head and asked if she needed to watch it a few more times.

Vio nodded sheepishly.

Riddle then waved his wand again, breaking down the spell one by one, and then pronouncing the spell as he swung the last downward motion.

[Out of body.] ］

Vio was caught off guard and shouted by Riddle with a crystal wand.

A golden light poured out from the tip of the staff, piercing Vio's soul like sunlight and enveloping her.

She squinted contentedly in the golden light, as if nourished by essence.

Riddle's pupils shrank together.

He realized that any spell cast on her in Vio's place of consciousness was an indirect transfer of his soul power to her, becoming a tonic for her soul.

If she realizes this and attacks him, Riddle will probably be used as fertilizer and will never be able to leave this place again.

Fear, shame, and anger all mingled, and the corners of Riddle's eyes turned red.

But he forced himself to calmly accept the baptism of Vio's gaze, and explained in a deeper, calmer voice, [You see, what I used just now is the original spell corresponding to the previous spell breaker.

It's an evil black magic, and if you don't help him unravel it in time, he may never be able to sleep forever. ］

Vio looked frightened and whispered, "In that case, Mr. Riddle, let's get out of here, thank you very much for your help!]

Riddle shook his head, and a puff of smoke vanished.

Vio looked at where he had quickly left, and became expressionless again, as if the tension on her face just now was an illusion.

She stared at the crystal wand that Riddle had dropped and was still suspended in the air, her expression slightly solemn, and the wand made a crisp "click" sound, breaking into two sections in the middle, revealing the hollow inside.

Previously, under the heavy refraction of the thickness of the crystal, the depths of the empty staff were like a looming feather.

And now, under the gaze of VIO, a large bouquet of brilliant and fiery cornflowers blooms there, full of life.

Go to his original spell.

If the Imperius Curse had been taught to her by Riddle, Vio could responsibly copy the entire standard spell from one to seven and ten times to those students from poor families.

Riddle seemed panicked and just wanted to find a reason to leave as soon as possible.

Why?

The reason he couldn't cast the Imperius spell on Vio was that Vio secretly used his consciousness to remove the core of his wand from his wand at the same time as he shouted that word.

But this movement Riddle was imperceptible, and his eyes seemed to become strange when Vio was surrounded by his magical powers.

Only then did VIO realize that in her realm of consciousness, she should have the ability to devour other alien soul bodies!

Come to think of it, if Riddle disappeared and couldn't get back into the journal, wouldn't that be the equivalent of a Horcrux being destroyed? she didn't need the fangs of the basilisk in the secret room.

After figuring this out, Vio was in a much better mood.

She softly recited the spell of the sleep potion that Madam Pomfrey had specially configured for her.

Dreams linger.

Vio opened her eyes and scrambled out of bed, locking her diary in a drawer, feeling unsafe, and using her wand to add a layer of defensive charm to the outside.

Half an hour later, Vio avoided Madam Pomfrey and entered Harry's hospital room under the cover of Colin Creevey.

Colin Creevey was still struggling with Madam Pomfrey, but the other party wouldn't let him bring his camera in anyway

"He's unconscious now, and you're going to use this Muggle thing to suck his soul away?" don't even think about it......

Colin Creevey pleaded softly, explaining that the camera was semi-automatic, and that it was safe with a developing potion that the wizarding world used to make characters move on photographs.

Madam Pomfrey didn't listen, she whispered for Colin to leave quickly, and not to disturb the potion she had given Harry.

Vio prayed for Colin, and then settled down to face Harry.

She took a deep breath and swung her wand

"Soul Fusion!"

The room dimmed, and all the light scrambled towards Harry's body, his body shaking unconsciously...... (To be continued.) "Elegy for Glory" only represents the author's point of view, if its content is found to be in violation of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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