The green light of the chamber fell into a long-lost silence, and the cold air rippled with suffocating pressure.

The basilisk in the cage seemed to regain some courage, it raised its head slightly, and with its keen magic sense, it caught the direction of its great master's descendants, and the constant pouring and contraction of the Scarlet Serpent revealed its uneasiness, but the huge source of magic standing a few steps in front of it made it dare not move.

Amosta and Tom Riddle looked at each other, the kind of wizards who could see through many things through their senses, and although they didn't speak, they had a first glimpse of each other's reality.

"You don't have to, Professor Bryan, we're friends and enemies, aren't we?"

In the end, it was Riddle who spoke first, and before he could fully revive he was undoubtedly on the underdog side in the confrontation with Amosta, he smiled reservedly, and said softly and politely as if Amosta really was his teacher,

"I've heard from Harry Potter about your past and your return to Hogwarts, Professor Brian, there's no doubt that you're not the usual mediocre, inaction-minded people, we're all the kind of unique elite in the eyes of the great Salazar Slytherin, and now, Hogwarts and the wizarding world are overrun by hypocrites and a bunch of fools who only whitewash the peace, the world is in desperate need of change, and it's just us..."

"Mr. Voldemort--"

Amosta interrupted Riddle's speech, tilting his head and staring directly at the core of the Horcrux in front of him with a penetrating gaze, his wand spinning around his fingertips, and Amosta said in a lazy tone,

"You think this is the first time I've faced your Horcrux?"

Riddle stopped talking, his astonishment revealed, the calculation in his eyes quickly turning into a red glow that only appears when a hungry wolf hunts, and the wrinkled nose made his delicate countenance hideous and ugly.

"What do you mean!"

Riddle seemed to have given up his disguise, glaring at Amosta viciously and questioning,

"Horcruxes... What is that, you mean, you have faced my original form, then you should know that Voldemort is the greatest wizard of all time, and his skills are beyond the imagination of those fools! ”

Amosta pursed his lips, he saw something more in the illusory figure of the boy in front of him, not the most evil magic, not the palpitating magic, but the soul, the soul that shimmered with color!

It's a wonderful thing!

Amosta still remembers the soul fragment he faced when he destroyed the crown, completely soaked in endless evil desires and darkness, something completely incommunicative, and only tempted people to give their lives with their demagogic magic.

"--Amosta Blaine, you've dealt with Dumbledore, and you know that he's a narrow-minded villain, he's wary of all gifted young people, and he's hell-bent on ruining their talents, and I promise you that Dumbledore will deal with you one day... Oh, no, he's already shot, isn't he? ”

Amosta's oppressive gaze made Riddle crush in his throat, his lips rolled up, and he said in a rapid tone,

"The professor of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Dumbledore persuaded you to do this, right, everyone knows that this class has been cursed by the Dark Lord himself, and he wants to use it to kill you... Get me out of here, Brian, and when I regain all my magic, I can help you deal with Dumbledore! ”

Amosta has never dealt with Voldemort, who has become the second generation of the Dark Lord, but Tom Riddle in front of him is indeed a cunning guy who is very good at seeing the seams.

"Looks like this journal is the first Horcrux you've ever made, right?"

Amosta's whispered words left Riddle speechless, as if he realized that no matter what he said, the rising star of Slytherin House was determined to kill him.

"--Emotions come from the soul, and the evil magic of Horcruxes will preferentially strip the soul of reason and emotion, turning man into a madman controlled by desire..."

Da Da...

As Amosta stepped along, the purple in his eyes began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the air around Amosta twisted like the space on a scorching asphalt road on a summer day, under the influence of a magic that was thick enough to make the dragon tremble.

A rumbling earthquake suddenly sounded in the large, empty chamber, and the enclosed basilisk hissed in fear, hiding the snake's head in its coiled body, as if it had met Tom Riddle's end.

Flush with the ceiling, Salazar Slytherin's sculpture silently watches Amosta Blaine and Tom Riddle at his feet, standing alone for a thousand years, about to witness a Slytherin destroy his bloodline, or... Preserving his true glory?

"I see in your soul the emotions that normal people would have, Riddle.... Fear, hatred, loneliness, oh... And so many other interesting little emotions..."

"Wait, wait—"

The faint silver mist emanating from Riddle's pale face was forced back into his illusory body little by little, and he couldn't move, squeezing out a voice from between his teeth,

"You crave power, don't you...

We're all the same kind of people, and the secret that Slytherin left in this castle is not only this one, Professor Blaine, and I'm willing to share with you the powerful ancient magic he left behind, as long as you... Not! ”

Riddle was completely speechless for the rest of the words, as Amosta finally paced in front of him with a blank face.

He watched as the young professor, who had been uneasy since he knew of its existence, and did not hesitate to expose it in advance to recover as soon as possible, a glimmer of light appeared on the outside of his body, and then, he stared at Amosta in horror and slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touching his eyebrows little by little...

Not!

Amosta ignored Riddle's painful whimper, his fingertips, palms, arms and even his entire body sank into Riddle's body little by little, the diary in Riddle's pocket flew out and floated in the air, although there was no wind, but the paper in the diary seemed to be blown by a strong wind, wisps of black smoke came out of the pages, and it was an empty and strange scene!

A brilliant glow flashed before Amosta's eyes, and by the time he came back to his senses, his body had appeared in a strange space.

This space is as vast and boundless as the outer universe, and the silent space is filled with tangible, fierce gray hurricanes, and each wisp of these aircurrents that stain the space in gray contains evil and powerful magic, presumably the protective magic that Voldemort has applied to the diary and the Horcrux itself.

Call... Boom!

The fluorescent light attached to Amosta's body instantly flourished, forming an oval-shaped magic barrier around him, and a steady stream of hurricanes hit the reddish barrier, and the explosion of opposing magical powers offset each other and made Amosta stand in the fierce flames!

Amosta wandered around, and after a while, he sensed an abnormality in the space in front of him on his right.

It seemed to be the core of the entire gray world, and a black and white ball of light was radiating ominous magic in all directions.

"Ah, I found you--"

Amosta smiled slightly, he took out a glass bottle from his arms, straightened the neckline in a good time, and paced leisurely...





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