Hermione slowly climbed up from the puddle on the ground.

In an instant, she released the Iron Armor Spell to the limit, so she was not injured.

"Hallie, wake up!"

Hermione's hand holding her wand trembled slightly in the direction of the Slytherin statue with her back to her.

"Think about our days together, think about the Hogwarts adventures."

"We're friends."

In a moment where no one noticed, Harry's face showed a look of pain, and his eyes were full of struggle.

"Kill her!" Riddle hurriedly manipulated Harley, hissing sound.

The blood-stained basilisk moved its body in pain, slowly lunging towards Hermione.

"Hermione, you go on." Ron clutched his chest and sat down behind the stone pillar. The tone of his voice has become weaker.

"Melda said that the Imperius Curse can be broken."

"Hallie!" Hermione's eyes welled up with tears.

Leaning against the ruins, she was completely unaware of the danger behind her.

"Danger!"

Draco, who had been hiding behind the pillar, suddenly jumped out and ran in Hermione's direction.

Leapfrogging the stone pillars, he threw Hermione down with outstretched arms.

And the next moment, the basilisk's huge head smashed Hermione's hiding place to pieces.

"Bang!"

Draco flew by, his gaze looking under the basilisk's bulging body, and he locked on to Harry.

His eyes were full of tenderness, and he unconsciously shouted out a voice in his mouth: "Hallie!? ”

Then the basilisk in the pool of water looked directly into his eyes, and the gray stone slowly spread, starting from his chest, until the affectionate eyes lost their brilliance.

"Stupid boy!" ps: Corresponding to Stupidgirl.

...

"Bang!"

The basilisk's blown up body was finally unable to hold on after being hit by falling rubble.

It staggered and struggled, let out a roar of rage, and collapsed into the ruins.

"Humph!"

Riddle, unrelenting, looked at the fallen basilisk.

Still turning the wand in his hand, he said in a leisurely manner: "How can you understand the fragile heart of a 'savior'? ”

"Oh! My dear Harry Potter, compared to his friends, he was so bleak, without parents, without family, alone in the closet.

Like a house-elf.

His three friends, one is a genius, one is quite smart, and the other has a happy family. And what about him? Just an ordinary person.

He lost points to the academy, so he had to pretend to be a joker every day to earn points, and he was framed, and although he tried his best to refute it, it was to no avail.

Most importantly, he lost his friend.

He put his friends in danger..."

"No, Harley, it's not your fault!" Hermione screamed loudly, hiding behind the rubble.

Her voice was hoarse and haggard. I want to get Harry's sleeping soul back.

"Error?"

Riddle's face turned into a cruel look, and his dark green pupils were full of dangerous desire.

"It certainly wasn't his fault."

Through the Imperius Curse, Riddle sees a portion of Harley's memories, memories of the past.

In his memory, he was weak and lonely, his Muggle relative, who beat and scolded him, and during the years of Harley's life, he was isolated, bullied, abused, cheated, and even starved and beaten. It's normal.

Even Voldemort had to say that Harley's childhood was almost the same as the one he faced in the orphanage, and that she was even more miserable.

How can such a person still be full of justice? Thinking about maintaining that group of Muggles?

She should fight back against them with the same cruelty as she did, shut them up forever, and then step on their bones, sit on the throne, and live forever.

"It's this world tainted by filthy blood."

Riddle suddenly opened his arms and proclaimed feverishly: "This world deserves to be purified, those inferior bloodlines should die, and pure blood is a new future that perpetuates the truth." ”

...

Such crazy words naturally made Hermione suspicious of the identity of the person who controlled Harry.

"Who are you?"

"Me?"

As she spoke, Harley's head unconsciously lifted, and a thick black smoke emerged from her mouth, nose, and eyes.

The black mist slowly swirled above Harry's head, and a pale, handsome, cult man emerged.

There was madness in his rebellious eyes.

"I am! Voldemort!! ”

The black mist erupted violently, engulfing the entire stone chamber almost instantly, and then Voldemort manipulated the black mist to catch the rats hiding in the shadows.

The transfiguration hand gripped Hermione Ron's neck.

His eyes didn't linger on Hermione's body, but instead stared directly at Ron. "I'll give you one last chance to surrender to me. Purebloods should not be in the same league as rats. ”

Ron, who was pinched by the neck, couldn't speak at all, his abdomen was visibly sunken, and the corners of his mouth were constantly gushing blood.

But Ron was still staring at Voldemort.

He couldn't speak.

With difficulty, he raised his right hand and held his middle finger up.

In his mouth, saliva and blood were entangled, and a letter was reluctantly spat out: "F"

"Humph!"

"In that case..."

Voldemort's face returned to a brutal undertone, and he manipulated Hallie's wand-holding arm to lift.

"Avada Lives !!"

A grim green light emanated from the end of Hallie's wand, accompanied by a jumbled sound.

As if the invisible Grim Reaper flew through the air with a scythe, a breath of death instantly flooded Ron and Hermione's bodies.

"Bang!"

The sudden white light directly dispelled the black fog controlled by Voldemort.

"What?"

It was Hallie, with the exception of Voldemort's phantom.

Suddenly, another phantom appeared.

It was a very beautiful woman, with long, crimson hair and almond-shaped green eyes.

"It's you!"

Voldemort stared at the woman frantically, the killing intent in his eyes almost materialized.

"It's you again."

From the moment Riddle took control of Harley's body, he discovered that there was also a fragment of his own soul on Harley's body.

Originally, he was going to regenerate directly with the help of this body.

However, due to the presence of another soul, he had to abandon this idea.

To do this, he had to look for a new carrier.

In many comparisons, the Slytherin boy was undoubtedly the most suitable body.

Ancient blood, pure blood, born in Slytherin House.

What better option could there be?

That's why everything happened tonight.

It's just that he never thought that there would be a series of mistakes that would block his plan.

Now that this abominable mudblood witch has reappeared, and she has reappeared to hinder herself, how can this not make him angry?

"You thought you were lucky enough to defeat Voldemort once, and there will be a second time?"

"Silence!" A whole new magic erupted from Harry's wand, a white-blue lightning bolt that was a sword against the soul.

"Nope."

Hallie's body began to tremble violently. Her consciousness constantly resisted Voldemort's Imperius curse.

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