Rushed into the labyrinth with a command.

The hedges are ever-changing, and the way they get in the way becomes more dangerous.

The vines seem to be consciously attacking, and once they are completely bound, they will be dragged out of the maze, which is equivalent to failure.

Compared to the hardships of Krum and Fleur, Tom was much more calm, and he directly used the Fierce Fire Charm to open the way, and no vine dared to approach. Fleur, who was tripped up by vines, was unbelievable, and the Fire Spell was a profound spell that was difficult to control, and many graduates could not control it so perfectly.

Through numerous barriers, Tom came to a long, narrow hedge passage where the Goblet of Fire was placed at the end of the path, emitting a faint blue glow.

The moment the Goblet of Fire was touched, the scene changed.

The hedges had disappeared without a trace, and around him were tombstones, cold moon hooks hung in the dark night, dead vines leaned above the tombstones, and crows paced gently and stared at him vigilantly.

The nearest gravestone bears a familiar name.

Tom Riddle.

It wasn't him, but the grave of his Muggle father, with a tall angelic statue pressed on it, and an empty face hiding a deep darkness.

In the middle of the cemetery is a pot, as if someone had prepared it in advance.

"......" the sound of feet stepping on the ground, someone walked out of the darkness.

Tom stood still, and saw that it was Peter, who was holding what looked like swaddling clothes in his hand and a purple wooden wand in his hand.

He recognized it, it was his wand.

"Oh, Harry Potter." Peter could only see a figure in the distance, and he thought his plan had succeeded, and he said with a smile in his voice, "It's great that my master can be resurrected." ”

As Peter approached, the infant man could be seen.

A weak, withered, skinny frame, so weak that it could be trampled to death if it fell to the ground, and its eyes were sunken in their sockets, and it was extremely ugly.

But Tom still recognized it at a glance, it was him, he who became "Voldemort". He was even more disdainful and angry in his heart, the waste horcrux was really useless, was the power of the remnant soul so weak? After being defeated by a child, he was so depressed that he had to rely on a mouse to save him.

"Hurry up." The frail Voldemort urged impatiently, and Peter approached with his wand raised, only to discover that it was none other than Harry.

The swaddling Voldemort also seemed to vaguely sense something, and his weak gaze was cast, revealing an unbelievable surprise: "Who are you?" ”

"You may have the answer." Tom was playing with his newly purchased wands, all of which were purple and wooden, but they didn't have the original wand.

"Kill him!" Voldemort commanded Peter.

As soon as Peter raised his hand, he heard a heart-ruffling sound, and immediately fell to the ground and rolled in pain, and the swaddling clothes in his hand also rolled to the ground, and Voldemort fell to the ground gasping for breath, and there was no room to fight back.

Tom walked slowly in front of Voldemort, looked at his other self who was so weak and useless, felt extremely disgusted and disgusted, and said, "How the hell did you become like this, I'm afraid that a Muggle can pinch you to death." ”

"You're going to kill me?" Voldemort asked weakly.

"What do you think?" Tom said with a smile.

There is no need to ask, no need to answer, they are the same person, no matter what they think in their hearts, there is no need to speculate, he will not allow such a big threat to exist, and another person who can completely replace himself exists.

With a flash of green light, the frail Voldemort on the ground died completely.

Tom sneered slightly, maybe it was time to take over the Death Eaters.