Tom Riddle, or ...... Voldemort.

While his loyal and followers who had been cultivated through terror were reluctant to admit it, his will was not as strong as others thought.

Or to put it mildly......

"You're just a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

What do you say!! 】

A voice echoed in Connor's head, but Voldemort was getting weaker and weaker, and even the unwilling roar was a little indistinct.

"What? Am I wrong? ”

In Connor's view, this was not even some prejudice or bias through disgust, but ironclad facts.

Proof of this is the things that exist in this world.

"Horcrux ......"

Connor slowly spat out these things.

Horcruxes created by Voldemort himself, the vessels that store the broken souls.

That's the best evidence.

"In my eyes, your soul, your life is in shambles, the wounds of the killing have made you incomplete, you must have made more than one Horcrux, didn't you?"

If you think about it, it seems like seven?

It's just that the number doesn't matter at this moment, the important thing is that Voldemort does have a fear of death.

It would be fine if he was willing to admit it head-on, but he didn't want to admit it himself, which is reflected in another thing that exists:

"Death Eaters, conquer death, I'm actually curious about what made you think that escape is victory."

It's just that the person concerned has no way to answer this kind of question.

To be on the safe side, Connor chose to isolate himself from the inside and outside, not allowing him to have any chance to penetrate.

As for what to do next......

"Hoo ......"

Slowly pouring out a breath of turbid air still wearing the heat and sparks, Connor's ears couldn't help but move.

He heard a sound approaching, the crisp sound of horses' hooves trampling the ground.

"Children of the forest."

When Connor turned his head, he saw a group of centaurs, led by the handsome centaurs with silver manes and golden bodies.

"Ferenze."

Slowly putting his hands behind his back, Connor turned.

"Did you hear movement, so you came out to investigate?"

"Yes, after all, the previous movement was not small."

"Then you can go back."

Connor said casually.

"The battle is over."

"But that's just the beginning."

Staring at the gentle boy who seemed to be somewhat free and scattered, the centaur whispered.

"Last night's astrological signs revealed to us that peace was gone, and a hurricane was about to sweep across the land, but we don't yet know if the gusts of wind will be good or bad."

The centaurs are still so chattering, although what they say is not incomprehensible, but sometimes it always makes people feel knotted in their brains.

That's why Hagrid hates them.

However, Connor apparently didn't care about this, and he was even curious about Ferencze's reminder:

"When did you centaurs start thinking about the good or bad of this kind of thing? No matter what kind of wind blows, it is a natural choice. ”

In this regard, Ferenze also shook his head helplessly.

"Even we will think about survival and will inevitably pay attention to some big things."

"Indeed, doing your best to survive is in itself the common nature of the vast majority of beings living in this world, and for you centaurs, the skill and talent of observing images is more like a torture than a favor."

Ferenze could not refute these.

In wizarding society, soothsayers who are proficient in astrological doctrine and various prophetic skills can live well, and even in Hogwarts, even Trelawney, who eats purely by talent and has no teaching skills at all, can receive a salary to buy wine and drink.

But the centaurs are different.

The centaurs don't really advocate changing anything, they think that their tribe is a part of nature.

They don't hunt for fame and fortune, they only hunt for what they need.

The fur must be used properly, the food must be sufficient, and they will even take the initiative to maintain the stability of their dwelling (forest).

Their habits of living in the jungle and various nature reserves are destined to keep them away from more than ninety percent of the conflicts.

It's just that it's not the same when something gets them involved.

"It's also very normal for the whole world to collide with each other for survival, zebras are also attacked by wild animals during their migration, and carnivores are also hunted for survival...... Do you understand what I mean? ”

"Of course."

Ferenze said calmly.

"Actually, we centaurs have always lived by this philosophy."

"But there will also be differences of opinion, Mr. Ferencze."

Looking at the handsome centaur, Connor finally shook his head slowly.

"I've studied the centaurs, and according to your traditions and habits, you shouldn't be here now."

After just looking around, Connor's gaze turned to the outside of the Forbidden Forest.

From here, he could easily see a path that was often walked, a trace of the human night watch.

"According to the original contract, this is not your centaur territory after all."

As for their own territory, it was clearly in deeper places that ordinary wizards would not have entered at all, and were forbidden to enter.

"I just want to know your attitude, natural child—what you can bring and what you want to do."

"Is it possible that the 'hurricane' that you centaurs foresaw had nothing to do with me?"

Staring at Ferencze, Connor spoke calmly.

But those words obviously didn't convince him.

"It's been a long time since we've seen a 'Child of Nature' appear, and everyone who can be called a Druid is destined to make a storm."

Well, if you think about it, it is.

From the old man of his family to the later Merlin, he doesn't look like a serious person.

As for himself......

Seriously, hard to say.

"I wouldn't want to do anything if I could."

After a moment's thought, Connor whispered in response.

"But alas, I feel like everything I'm seeing now is bad."

As for how bad it is, it's hard to even easily describe it.

"I can only pray that it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

With a sigh, the thin boy walked slowly towards the entrance of the Forbidden Forest.

"So, so be it."

'Smack'

There was a sound, as if something was broken.

Then, Ferenze saw black smoke emerge from the young man's features, and it gradually spread in all directions, but it still did not reunite into some kind of entity.

Disappearing, shattering.

That's what happens to some people.

Under the weight and captivity, everything about him had collapsed, as if crushed to pieces by a blender.

"That's ......"

"Voldemort."