Wang Yong knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, his throat bone came from a gurgling sound, slowly recovering, obviously his throat bone was crushed a little at that moment just now. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He gasped as if he were pulling a bellows, struggling to extract oxygen from the air. His whole body was covered in cold sweat, soaking his clothes.

At that moment just now, it was even more terrifying than being hit by Lucius Malfoy's Avada Curse, it was an illusion that did not distinguish between you and me, and at that moment I confused the existence of my own self, even if I was strangled to death, I couldn't raise the idea of resisting, I only dared to run away.

"Voldemort is indeed a master of playing with people......"

"So am I awake now?" Wang Yong asked himself.

He looked at his right hand, the palm print of his right hand was clearly visible, but ......

Wang Yong seemed to feel something unusual, but he couldn't say it......

Is that...... He seemed to see a candlelight, and the surrounding area fell into cold darkness again.

But at this time, his spiritual soul power gathered like a tide, becoming clear and transparent, although it was impossible to break free from the illusion at the first time, but there would be no such thing as the character just now replacing him, he observed the surroundings.

It took him a few seconds to recognize the place, which seemed to be the old Gaunt mansion from another period.

The Gunter house was indescribably filthy, dirtier than anywhere Wang Yong had ever seen. The ceiling was covered with thick cobwebs, the floor was black, and there was moldy food and a pile of rusty pots on the table.

The only light came from the faltering candle at a man's feet. The man's hair and beard had grown to cover his eyes and mouth.

It was as if he were dead, but the sudden knock on the door shook the man, and he woke up, raising his wand in his right hand and a short knife in his left.

The door creaked open, and a boy stood in the doorway, carrying an old-fashioned oil lamp. Wang Yong immediately recognized it: tall, dark-haired, pale, handsome-looking - young Voldemort.

Voldemort's gaze slowly moved through the dirty room, spotting the man in the armchair. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and the man staggered to his feet, the many bottles ping-pong at his feet, and Tintin rolling them in a wilful manner.

"You!" He yelled, "You! ”

He drunkenly pounced on Riddle, wand and dagger aloft.

"Stop!"

Riddle said in a parseltongue. The man slammed into the table, and the moldy, rusty pot fell to the ground. He glared at Riddle, and they looked at each other for a long time, and the man broke the silence first.

"Would you say something like that?"

"Yes, I would." Riddle walked into the room, and the door closed behind him. There was disgust and perhaps disappointment on his face.

"Where's Marvolo?" He asked.

"Dead," said the other man, "it's been dead for years, hasn't it?" ”

Riddle frowned.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Mofen, isn't I?"

"Marvolo's son?"

"Of course, ......"

Muffin pushed the hair off her dirty face and looked at Riddle. He wears a black gemstone ring of Marvolo on his right hand.

"I thought you were the Muggle," Morfin whispered, "and you looked like the Muggle." ”

"Which Muggle?" Riddle snapped.

"The Muggle my sister is obsessed with, the Muggle who lives in the mansion across the street." Morfin said, unexpectedly spitting on the ground between the two, "You look like him." Riddle. But he's older now, isn't he? He's older than you, I remember......"

Morfin seemed a little dizzy, and he shook a little, but threw it against the edge of the table.

"He's back, you know." He added stupidly.

Voldemort stared at Morfin as if estimating his potential. Now he got a little closer and said, "Riddle is back?" ”

"Ah, he abandoned my sister, my sister deserved it, married to trash!" Morfin slammed into the ground again, "And rob us of our things, before she escapes!" Where's the locket, hmph, where is the Slytherin locket? ”

Voldemort did not speak. Mo Fin became angry again, brandishing a dagger and shouting, "Shame on us, she, little slut!" Who are you? Come here and ask these questions? It's all gone, isn't it...... It's all gone......"

He looked away, his body swaying slightly. Voldemort stepped forward.

At this time, an unusual darkness swept over again, but at this time, Wang Yong was close to some kind of unexpected calmness.

He summoned a silver shield from the air, and the next moment he had just summoned it, a green spell hit Wang Yong's shield, making a bell, and he didn't know where it had been ejected.

It's as if something is retreating.

Wang Yong found that the gray mist around him gradually receded like a tide, leaving only the dilapidated house, and he was just standing in the middle.

With a slight sigh of relief, he walked towards the table in the center.

If your willpower is a little weaker, your mental power is weaker, or you think you are dreaming, then you will be greeted by a never-ending illusion even if it is not death, until you die here.

He watched as the black gem ring lay alone on the table, as if unguarded, waiting for him to take it.

Wang Yong looked at the ring left by the two Peverell brothers, Cadmus.

Wang Yong not only felt Voldemort's breath on this ring, but also ......

He pondered.

There was a voice in his ear urging him: "Put it on, put it on......"

Wang Yong smiled, and the tip of his wand spewed out a small stream of fire, refining the ring, a piercing scream and black blood gushed out from him, and another Horcrux was destroyed.

Voldemort was such a gluttonous creature that the Resurrection Stone, one of the Three Hallows, was used as a Horcrux by him so roughly.

It can also be said that Voldemort is a little arrogant in his treatment of ancient magic, he thinks that he stands in front of all his ancestors, and is the greatest dark wizard of all time, so he disdains the magic of the ancients and misses out a lot of good things.

He put the Resurrection Stone into the space, and he had a feeling that the Resurrection Stone seemed to be ......

He had just put the Resurrection Stone into space.

The old mansion of Gunt suddenly trembled, countless stones and planks collapsed, and dark clouds hung over the old mansion......

Wang Yong felt a danger of his hair standing on end.

He turned into an eagle, and with a flap of his wings flew out of the collapsed house, and the obstacles could not stop him at all.

As soon as it flew out, countless bolts of lightning rushed to slash down......

Wang Yong stood in the distance, glanced at the old mansion of Gaunt, which had become ruins, and exhaled.