Eni knew that the Chamber of Secrets that Dumbledore was talking about was not their replica of Sibe, but the one left behind by Slytherin.

So after hearing this, he was also shocked, and hurriedly began to call Fawkes, and at the same time, he was very annoyed that he had forgotten Tom's original purpose.

He was originally going to the Chamber of Secrets, but he was only put together by himself and Dumbledore.

Although he didn't know where the flaws were exposed, and he didn't know how he got through the pipe that he had sealed, Dumbledore's speculation was very reasonable.

Tom knew that he was under surveillance, and that the old headmaster would never allow him to enter the real chamber, so he created a mess to get out.

Soon, a red shadow appeared above Aini's head, and he and Dumbledore disappeared into the Great Hall.

Fawkes had been to the Chamber of Secrets, and it was easy to teleport, and it would be no problem to bring a few more people with it at its level.

But Tom didn't go to the Chamber of Secrets for tourism, and even though Dumbledore had sealed the exit of the basilisk passage with a magic pattern, Aini didn't think he would find a way to crack it.

If you bring all the professors present, it will be a big loss if you meet the basilisk in the eyes.

Especially Snape, if Tom has a way to pass on his memories to the subject, let alone go undercover in the future, he will inevitably invite Voldemort's most brutal revenge.

Besides, the two of them were good enough to subdue Tom, even if they were against the basilisk.

The next second, in the center of the chamber.

"Smack, smack, smack. Very sharp reactions, but you're still a step too late."

As soon as he teleported to the chamber, Aini heard the voice that had once been pompous and disgusting, but now sounded even harsher.

Aini's eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light, and everything that caught his eye made his pupils constrict.

Damn, why are they here?

Standing in the center of the chamber, Ani didn't see much change, except for the passage opened by the statue's head.

What is even more conspicuous is the three figures lying on the feet of the statue.

Same body shape, same face, same red hair, God knows why the twins are here.

"Lockhart" stood behind them, a smile that was sure to win.

"Professor Scamander, I have to say that you are indeed an excellent person, and I will not be stingy with my kindness to such a person."

As he spoke, Tom waved his wand to light up the surrounding magic patterns, and in Aini's senses, the originally clear and active spatial fluctuations immediately became obscure and silent.

"Phoenix's spatial shuttle is indeed clever, but it is not inexplicable."

Blocking the space, the aura on "Lockhart" quickly withered and fell limply to the ground.

Where he had been standing, a boy appeared, with a smile on his handsome face as he looked at Ani.

"Reacquaint yourself with ......"

The smile on the boy's face widened, and a line of writing erupted from the tip of his wand.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

With the wave of his wand, the letters in the air adjusted their order, and Tom said as if to introduce and recite, "I am Voldemort."

"I don't know why I lost at the hands of a hairy boy in the past, but it doesn't matter."

Tom was still talking to Aini, which made the latter a little strange, as the greatest white wizard of the time, Dumbledore was so unhanded?

Aini looked left and right, where was the shadow of the old headmaster at the scene? It seems that Dumbledore had only escaped the teleportation and had cast a disillusionment charm on himself.

Old fox.

A subordinate secretly spat on his big boss in his heart, and he had some small expectations in his heart, not knowing what kind of expression Tom would have when he saw Dumbledore.

"The important thing is that from today, I, am back, and will once again reach the top of no one."

Tom raised his arms high, his face full of fascination, how many years? I finally have an entity.

Maybe there are a lot of wizards in England against Volta

The demon hatred is deep in the bones, but if you say that the people who want him to die the most are definitely the ones who have been injected into the Horcruxes.

If the subject does not die for a day, the split body can only be limited by rules, trapped in small utensils day after day, year after year, and even breathing freely is a luxury.

No spiritual being is willing to accept this life.

Voldemort was originally a pretentious, cognitively distorted and extremely narcissist, even if the soul and the subject were from the same source, but in fact, after the split, the connection was not so close, that is, they did not share power, and they could not exchange memories.

To put it bluntly, for the main body, the split soul only uses a piece of the past and part of the soul as an anchor, and its "existence" is firmly nested in this territory.

After the destruction of his physical body, the true spirit will not be drawn to the inexplicable world, and can be fixed here in the hope of resurrection.

To this day, Aini can be called well-read, and has the eye of truth to expand his knowledge, but even this knowledge of the true spirit is pitiful.

Not only him, but the wizarding world has almost no research on this aspect, without any exact theories, nor any means to imprison or destroy true spirits.

As a result, as long as Horcruxes existed, no one would be able to kill Voldemort's main body - except for his Split Soul.

The Horcrux is not an open-minded spell in the first place, and the anti-devouring body naturally belongs to the scope of the basic exercise, so there is nothing surprising.

At this time, Voldemort's body is weak like a mouse in the mouth of a snake, and when Tom regains his body, he will become "Divided" into "Lord" and become Voldemort No. 1 in substance.

But if you want to truly become the main body, you must find the remnant soul of the other party and seal it in the notebook, so as to completely complete the alternation between the main and the divided.

This is clearly a luxury.

"Again?"

Aini couldn't help but laugh, "I don't think Voldemort ever made it to the top, in any way. One more thing, Tom, how old are you?"

The words that remained were like gasoline poured into the fireplace, and Tom's heart was filled with anger.

The rage fueled by the truth seemed to mess with his brain, and when he heard Ani's final question, he subconsciously replied.

"Sixteen Years ......"

Tom sensed something was wrong before he could say that, but unfortunately Ani didn't give him time to make amends.

"Sixteen years old, I remember you were born in December, that's the level? Mr. Riddle, pay attention to the way you talk to the professor."

Ani's tone in the first half of the sentence was still a little careless, and in the second half of the sentence suddenly became tough.

Then he felt the black wool that was constantly emerging seriously on the surface, and secretly he was about to laugh.

Spells, alchemy, dark arts......

The gift from the previous generation of magic seeds is still so powerful, and the mouth cannon can increase talent, which is very comfortable.

And since he can get black wool, Mr. Riddle's heart is not very comfortable.

Anger, hatred, jealousy......

There is no need to go into detail about all kinds of negative emotions, just looking at Tom's face, if he falls into madness in the next second, probably no one will be surprised.

But after the anger was stacked to the limit, Tom's face was full of happiness.

In the middle of the conversation, a dark shadow snaked its way and silently climbed down the stone pillar to the top of Ani's head.

The snake coiled as a bow, and the arrow shot out like thunder!