He knew how powerless his curse was for the holy blood in the flask.

The blood of salvation is not omnipotent.

If Tom had enough time to allow the power of the curse to accumulate without Ani noticing, and soak into his magic and blood, even the blood of salvation might not be completely removed.

But for those curses that have just been attached to them and have not yet had time to have a deeper connection with the receptor, the blood of salvation can be said to be their nemesis, and it can definitely be swept away.

This is not the outcome Tom wants, he can't afford to waste his last life and must make the man in front of him pay.

It's a pity that Tom's own ability alone can't even step forward and bite the other party and make him feel the pain.

The Transfiguration Master has an overwhelming advantage when facing enemies whose spiritual and magical strength are one level lower than his.

This is why it is rumored in the wizarding world that Dumbledore is the most proficient in Transfiguration - few people need him to use other means.

It is believed that Voldemort is the best at the Dark Arts, and he does only use the Dark Arts, but even so, he is not immune to the negative effects of the Dark Arts.

One of the side effects of Horcruxes is that the split soul will generate its own will, and it will always want to replace the subject.

So even if he comes to a dead end, Tom is never willing to dedicate himself to providing any help to the ontology.

But his hatred for Aini caused Tom to turn on an ability that he thought he would never use until he died.

[Burning Sacrifice], the soul splitting is dedicated to itself, and the burning remnant soul transmits part of the memory to the main body, with a little residual energy.

"Fear, another Voldemort will avenge me!"

Before the fangs could pierce the Horcrux completely, black flames erupted out of thin air on the notebook, burning the magical shield on Aini's hand at breakneck speed.

Feeling the intense consumption of mana, Aini hurriedly threw the notebook out.

The black flames burned the ground into a deep pit, but it didn't spread, and when the notebook burned out, it disappeared as silently as it had come.

At the same time, Tom was caught by the mist's big hand......

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In the Albanian forest, a pit viper pierced its fangs into the hind legs of a mouse, and the little creature somehow felt familiar.

Voldemort, who fell into the mouth of the snake, was about to explode, and the declining snake in front of him had already bitten him seven times, if it weren't for the special benefits of this area for him, he would want to change places to accumulate strength.

The cold venom poured into his body, and Voldemort's spirit gradually blurred, and he knew that his accumulation during this time was in vain.

Just as the mouse stopped struggling and lay down in resigned ances, Voldemort's soul shook, pieces of information emerged, and some homologous energy was restoring his spirit.

I don't know how long it took, Voldemort's soul calmed down, and he looked at the small ball of pit vipers bulging from his stomach below, and his murderous intent was clear.

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"Sneeze~"

Aini rubbed her nose and stopped checking on the twins.

Sure enough, like the petrified students in the auditorium before, the two of them were also manipulated.

To be clear, it is a poisonous potion; Or rather, a large category of potions.

If there is no external cause to touch, this potion will remain dormant in the human body for a long time, and will be slowly metabolized by the powerful physique of the wizard.

But once it comes into contact with a substance, it will suddenly burst out and take the victim's life.

The petrified students in the auditorium, their introduction to mandrakes, would kill several of them instantly if they took the potion Snape was brewing.

In the case of twins, the lethal thing is white fresh, which is a common drug used to treat trauma.

From this point of view, even though Tom was only sixteen years old when he made the Horcrux, he already had a vicious and murderous personality.

In other words, under Dumbledore's nose, the magical seed of this amazing talent had grown crookedly.

"I didn't expect you to be really

It worked."

The old headmaster appeared under the stone pillar, and looked fixedly at the place where Tom had disappeared, his eyes complicated.

"It's just that I saw you hiding and suddenly became angry, and I didn't expect Tom to be so angry."

Ernie choked Dumbledore slightly, although he knew that there must be some kind of tacit understanding between him and Voldemort, but being thrown out of the line alone still made the young professor a little unhappy.

"No way, we have to follow the boundaries."

Unless the other party takes the initiative to provoke, or his own side is sure that he will kill with one blow, Dumbledore cannot attack Voldemort who has not recovered his strength, otherwise he himself is fearless, but the rest of the people, including the young wizards, will be miserable.

"He's crossed the line, Dumbledore."

While Ani tells the old headmaster about Voldemort's legacy on the young wizard, he opens the Eye of Truth to parse the runes of the twins' trap potions.

"No, Aini. Tom wasn't Voldemort, and Voldemort wasn't Tom, and he didn't kill him directly."

Dumbledore didn't respect the rules, but that didn't stop him from following them.

Human beings are social creatures. And the essence of a wizard is still a human being, just a person who has mastered magical powers.

The most important thing for society is the rules, which can be written on paper, or some kind of agreed agreement, or simply a tacit agreement between two people.

It's not scary to form a clique and try to dominate the wizard, but it's Voldemort who is cornered and abandons all his concerns that is even more terrifying.

Although there is a murder-proof clause in the castle, and even if Voldemort does use deadly poison, he will not be able to be appointed due to various "accidents", but the calamity will not be diminished for no reason, but will be transferred to Hogwarts as a whole.

"Okay, you're the headmaster, you have the final say."

Aini shrugged his shoulders and walked over to Lockhart, who was lying at the foot of the statue.

There are many types of trap potions, and there are different solutions. Although it looks powerful, due to the long history of its appearance, it has long been unraveled, and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses has very complete and detailed treatment measures.

After parsing the runes on their bodies, Aini was able to brew the corresponding potions with ease, but there were still some hands to deal with.

"Lockhart is still alive, what are you going to do with him?"

After the experience of becoming a stinky man, Aeni didn't bother to touch the guy on the ground, and after opening his senses to glance at him, he waved his wand and threw the Dark Defense Professor back to Dumbledore.

"Everyone should pay for their actions, but before I can do that, I need to take some of his memories."

The old headmaster took out a few crystal balls, and wisps of silvery-white light mist floated out of Lockhart's temples on both sides, and were sucked into them by different crystal balls.

The mist rolled in the crystal balls, adding a bit of mystery to them.

However, in Aini's eyes, there are images flashing from time to time in the monotonous mist.

The ugly old wizard and the uglier werewolf, the open-mouthed witch and the gloomy female ghost......

Obviously, these are the images that Lockhart has simulated in his mind based on the accounts of others.