After a loud explosion, smoke billowed up.

A figure was stretched narrow by the light.

Everyone in the vault looked up.

Bellatrix said nonsense, even if she didn't answer, the man could get the answer he wanted - where was Harry? Harry was right outside the door.

"Looks like it's late."

"You've come back to life, Tom Riddle."

In the smoke, Harry stepped out, looked at him, and spoke slowly.

Tom Riddle.

The name made Voldemort's face change, and he looked at Harry, a boy as tall as himself, "Do you know my name?" ”

"Dumbledore told you?"

Harry shook his head, "You told me yourself, another you." ”

Voldemort's face changed again.

This is not good news

I don't know anything about Harry Potter, his way of fighting, his logic, his life experiences.

But this is not the first time that the other party has fought with him, and he will inevitably understand himself better.

"And I know a lot of your little secrets." Harry clapped his hands, "For example, you call yourself a pure-blood, a descendant of the Gaunt family, but you never seem to have mentioned to anyone that your mother, a Gaunt, used an aphrodisiac to control an ordinary person, and then gave birth to you as a half-blood. ”

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry, a hint of surprise in the depths of his pupils.

This level of news, he knows everything?

Harry chuckled, "I still know a lot. ”

"For example, in order to find a secret room, you rummaged through the girls' bathroom day and night."

"For example, why did you get it. Oh, it's what you're now, at the expense of beauty."

Voldemort didn't let him finish.

Avada suo!

A flash of green light came towards Harry's door.

Harry waved his wand.

Flock of birds!

A flock of live birds was summoned, but before they could cry, the green light struck one and killed it, leaving it scattered and fled in a hurry.

"Don't you want to talk about these things?" Harry shook his head and said helplessly, "Tom, this is your past, you have to accept him well." ”

As he spoke, he paused slightly.

Harry suddenly realized, "Oh, no, what you did to seduce an older rich woman should have just been done for you?" Is it the present, not the past? ”

"You've got a lot to say." Voldemort waved his wand.

Black fire is billowing and surging.

The giant fiery serpent slammed into Harry.

Kingsley's face changed abruptly, and he hurriedly retreated out the door, Harry grabbed him, and with a flick of his wand, the vault shook, and the floor was puffed up, condensing into a huge stone man, and slamming into the fiery serpent.

Black sparks splattered.

Voldemort waved his wand, and all sorts of curses poured out from the tip of the wand, scattering fireworks in all directions.

Harry responded to him with a spell as well.

"Not bad level." Voldemort praised him, "As a fifth-year wizard, you really should be praised for having such a level, even when I was in the fifth grade, I'm afraid I wouldn't be much better than you." ”

"But at your level, you shouldn't be in front of me."

"My servant said that you beat me twice by chance, and perhaps it gave you the illusion that you could face me directly."

"But I'm sorry."

"I'm the greatest dark wizard of all."

Harry tilted his head to look at him, "The greatest dark wizard? ”

"Tom, you should have a clear idea of yourself, you are just the most shameless, the most deceitful little girl, oh, and the old girl."

Voldemort's hand shook.

A spell that shouldn't have been in his tactical system, and while it was good, it was almost ineffective, the "Deadtongue Lockneck" was unleashed, and it slammed into the stone man in front of Harry.

Why does this person have a mouth.

Why does this person know so much about his past?

Why can he still say so much oil and vinegar, and he can't find any angle to refute it?

He didn't have any feelings for Harry Potter originally, even if he had failed his ontology twice and even died, but after all, it was more than ten years later, and if he hadn't experienced it, he wouldn't have much emotional resonance.

But now, emotionally, he and his self more than ten years later are on the same front.

Kill Potter!

And torture him to death!

His magic surged, he kept shooting, he kept suppressing.

"Potter, why don't you speak?" Voldemort manipulated the shapeshifting creation, the spell danced, and the evil aura of dark magic filled the entire vault, so thick that Kingsley felt that he could not breathe, and his face turned green.

The Dark Lord's oppression.

Again, after more than ten years, he felt it again.

Compared to Voldemort's slightly jerky beginning, to the gradual return to his former state, Harry seems to be a little tired of dealing with Voldemort's magic.

The Spell is on the batter.

Harry, who is in the fifth grade, has always been suppressed by the Tom Riddle senior, who has graduated at least three years ago.

At first, you can also rely on the Transfiguration Charm to launch some counter-attacks.

Gradually, however, Harry had to use the Cloud Charm, the Summoning Charm, and the Levitation Charm to dodge Voldemort's spells.

Kingsley wanted to help, but as soon as he pulled out his wand, he was attacked by the Death Eaters.

Not only would he not be able to help, but he would also distract Harry from supporting him.

After a few attempts, he simply gave up the unrealistic idea of helping out, took his wand, and retreated to the vault, secretly hoping that Professor Dumbledore must come soon!

Harry is powerful and powerful, far beyond the scope of the average fifth-year wizard.

but

The opponent is not an ordinary person.

That's a mysterious man, even if it's just resurrected

"Speak, Potter." Voldemort taunted again, "Don't you like to talk?" ”

"On occasions like this, you might as well tell some jokes about you to lighten the mood, I hate that gloomy feeling."

He teased, mockingly.

The spells cast are getting sharper and sharper, and each one goes to the deadliest place.

The clouds are misty!

Harry cast the spell for the third time.

"This little trick doesn't work." Voldemort understated, with a wave of his wand, without chanting a spell, the magic swept up a huge wave of wind and swept towards the mist, "How many times?" ”

"Repeating methods over and over again that are doomed to fail will make you look stupid."

A whirlwind sweeps.

But this time, the air flow was agitated, but only a small corner of the fog was blown away.

Voldemort reacted quickly, waving his wand.

Several Death Eaters wailed, their ribs and hand bones peeled from their flesh and crunched, and stained with fresh flesh, forming a grand bone shield barrier in front of Voldemort's body.

Alder!

A huge wave of impact struck, blowing so that he couldn't stop retreating, the bone shield clicking, and the cracks spread densely and the branches spread.

Yakhi!

Purple fluorescent, rounded out on the ground, encircled him, the heavy force pressed against him, and the physical sensation of his limbs was partially stripped away.

Incantations?

Magic?

Voldemort's eyes were round, he didn't even feel anything, what kind of strange magic was this?

His brain didn't have time to make the best analysis and find the most reliable way to deal with it.

Click-

A sharp sword slashed and slashed through the bone shield.

Immediately afterward, the sword wind was fierce, grazing his neck and shaving off his shoulders.

"I'm just testing how much more you can do now." Harry's tone was calm, "It seems that you are a standard Slytherin, and just such a slight advantage makes you arrogant to this extent?" ”

"Tom, you're weak."

"I thought that now, even if you don't have the strength of your heyday, at least you should be far better than the average dark wizard."

"But you're not even as good as Snape."

"It's even better than the average professor."

As he spoke, he slashed away with another sword.

Voldemort dodged in embarrassment, but he didn't have the slightest experience in dealing with cold weapons, his brain and body cooperated, and he wanted to dodge, and it seemed that he did dodge, but his chest was still slashed by the snake bone sword, leaving a hideous wound.

This is

His eyes widened and he lowered his head to cover his wound.

This crispy, spicy feeling.

"Familiar?" Harry walked along, sword waving in his hand, "This is the basilisk, the little Slytherin pet you used to make trouble with and kill a student. ”

"How?"

"Isn't its venom interesting?"

Tom gritted his teeth, the venom evaporated, and he was already a little slurred: "You actually use a sword!" ”

"Didn't your servants tell you?" Harry drew his sword and struck a fatal move, "Half of my strength is on the sword. ”

With a poof, the sword flashed.

An arm fell, slamming to the ground, splattering a splash of blood.

Tom stopped talking.

He had a little wand.

The bones of the Death Eaters were suddenly out of their control, and they pounced like Harry.

There are many obstacles!

Harry struck with an obstacle spell.

Boom -

The Death Eater who had been held back continued to crawl towards Harry as if he were under pressure, and the flesh exploded like a grand firework, scattered, slimy, and maggot-like tenacity.

The flames are blazing!

Harry swept away with another spell.

The gunpowder burned every strand of disgusting flesh, and with a snap, it exploded, a small blood-colored firework that eroded the floor and corroded a terrible gap in the blink of an eye.

Deadly poison!

Manipulated by Voldemort, there was more than one Death Eater like this.

There are four more, who are also running.

They had a look of horror and consternation on their faces, they didn't want to do that, but they were servants, and Voldemort was the master.

Offering a faithful servant, all that he has belongs to his master, whether it is freedom or life.

Tom swept through the remaining Death Eaters, black smoke billowing and billowing up.

Bellatrix raised his wand, and without sparing his magic, a thunderbolt of maximum power exploded, blowing up the ceiling of the vault, and they came out of the hole like rats.

Harry waved his wand and, with a gentle touch, carefully disposed of the four humanoid "bombs." ”