Despite the fact that Tom was only a student when he made his first Horcrux, he was even more proficient in the dark arts than the average Auror.

Coercing a generation to be able to set up their own private organization in Slytherin House as a half-breed is not something that is blown out of empty words.

At least at the time, none of his peers were his opponents.

But Aini never saw his peers as rivals, he was a professor of the latter.

Although before entering Hogwarts, Ani spent most of his experience on Transfiguration, potions, and alchemy, but after his talent was advanced, he made up some spells viciously, and the Eye of True Vision helped him accelerate the accumulation of knowledge, and at this time, his magic strength had already surpassed that of Soul Splitter Tom.

In addition, he is often assigned by Professor Flitwick in practice, and his application methods are not comparable to those of first-level students.

As soon as the misty green light lit up, the young Voldemort's shoulders collapsed, and he almost fell to the ground, and the flying life-seeking spell naturally lost his head, and slammed into the wall obliquely, causing a ghostly light.

"Tom, magic is a product of wisdom, even if it is Muggle fighting, it must pay attention to routines and methods."

Ani waved her wand unhurriedly, looking leisurely and calm.

The secret room is full of magic patterns, including the ceiling and floor, but the magic patterns under the feet are stone bricks that are first imprinted on the ground and then laid.

As a result, the nearly two-foot-thick paving bricks are not protected by magic patterns, otherwise they would not have left signs of wear and tear in those areas that are often moved.

Faced with the infamous Curse of Death, Aini did not use a powerful protective spell, but simply predicted Tom's next landing and let a small pit sink there.

It's a simple operation, but the effect is outstanding.

"Avada suo! Avada suo! Ah ......"

Hearing this, Tom threw out one life-seeking spell after another in annoyance, and in order to prevent Ani from repeating his old tricks, he even gave up his position and stood in place and stumbled with the other party.

Evil green light followed, but it didn't disrupt Aini's spell casting rhythm in the slightest.

"Goo, goo, goo~"

Ani's mind turned, and the rubble that had just been swept over by the twins by the basilisk pulsed one after another, turning into several round-faced fat chickens clumsily catching up on the flying death curse, and performing a not-so-gorgeous fireworks together.

"Is that all there is to it, Tom? It seems that the professor at Hogwarts was not very competent, and he didn't remind him to focus on his studies when you were busy with everything."

A certain cannon man showed no mercy, directly turned on the time and space taunt mode, and then stared at Dumbledore's "love" from under the seemingly empty stone pillar next to him.

Cut.

The professor of the new era is full of care, and based on the Myrtle incident and its aftermath alone, Ani does not look down on the behavior of the Hogwarts faculty and staff in that year.

And that includes you, Albus Dumbledore! Ani glared back at the clearing, Myrtle had nothing to do with him, but Hagrid was his friend.

However, this time Dumbledore was just lying down, and Ani's main target was Voldemort.

You can't kill him, but you must punish him!

After canceling the requisition spell, a fat chicken remained between the two, crooked his head and cooed cutely, then turned around and pouted at Tom.

"Poof~"

A green mist even brighter than the Curse poured out, enveloping the young Voldemort who was still in a state of retraction after the overclocking spell.

The mist had no power, and was easily fended off by Tom's protective charm, hovering only outside of him.

It is not very harmful, and it is extremely insulting.

Tom, who was temporarily powerless to fight back, suddenly turned greener than the fog outside.

"From this day forward, you and I are mortal enemies, and prepare to meet the wrath of the greatest wizard of our time!"

The more than ten life-seeking spells that he had just thrown were already the limit that Tom could touch at his age, and at this time, his magic power was still abundant, but his spirit was constantly convulsed, and he was unable to guide the next spell before he recovered.

however

The anger that had built up in his chest made him have to do something, even to Tom himself, more like the wailing of a defeated dog.

Aini opened her palm and shook it hard.

"Bobo."

With three soft sounds in a row, the green mist turned into a huge palm, shattering Tom's last defenses like a bamboo, and squeezing him tightly in his hand like a chicken.

That green mass was not only an insult to Voldemort, but also a mark.

Turns formless and colorless air into a visible target that is easier to cast.

"Weak, weak, Dark Lord? That's it?"

Aini grabbed Tom and floated in front of him, his expression full of disdain.

"Farewell, Tom, as weak as you don't deserve the privileges of magic."

As he spoke, he was going to crush his opponent completely.

"Hahahaha~"

Falling into Ani's grasp, Tom was not afraid, but laughed wildly.

"I am immortal. Mortal, you can never kill me."

"Oh? So what?"

Aini spread her palms, and the black notebook flew out of Lockhart's arms and landed on it, before being sent to the basilisk's mouth.

After seeing his movements, since Ani entered the secret room, Tom's face finally appeared with a new emotion - fear, in addition to the expressions of confidence, arrogance, anger, and cruelty.

"No, don't do it, please. I have a lot of knowledge that I can tell you, and even bring you eternal life with you when I regain my body."

Tom panicked, after the death of the main body, there is still a chance to start over, and the existence of the split soul is completely dependent on the Horcrux.

As long as Aini destroys the Horcrux with the teeth of the basilisk, Tom will be wiped out, leaving no trace behind.

Even if the future ontology, or other souls, is successfully resurrected, it has nothing to do with him.

Unmoved, Aini motioned for Bagiriske to open his mouth and destroy the notebook completely.

In his panic, Tom suddenly saw two reds, which belonged to the Celts and were the red of Weasley. He remembered the vicious methods he had planted before, and his desperate eyes couldn't help but light up, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"You can't kill me, kill me, those petrified students will die, and so will the two on the ground."

As if he had found a reliance, Tom's voice was threatening, and his voice became hard.

"It doesn't matter, Tom, that's just the right thing to offer. Keep begging for mercy, Tom, I prefer you to die in humility."

Ani said lightly, seemingly unconcerned about the other party's threat.

When the cover of the notebook is about to touch the fangs, Tom knows that he has completely lost hope of life.

He has just gained his body, and he is so unwilling!

Why, why did he have to be destroyed in despair after decades of silence, just seeing the hope of replacing the ontology?

Voldemort had a handsome face when he was a teenager, but this face was distorted and ugly at this time, and his originally clear pupils were blood-red, revealing bitter resentment.

"I will curse you, curse you......"

The cruel hoarse voice remembered, and then abruptly stopped when he saw Aini take out a tube of Salvation Blood......