Hogwarts Homecoming

The secret room filled with green light fell into a long-lost silence, and the suffocating pressure was rippling in the cold air.

The basilisk in the cage seemed to have regained some courage. It raised its head slightly, and with its keen sense of magic power, it caught the direction of the descendant of its great master. The huge source of magic power standing a few steps away from it made it dare not move rashly.

Amosta and Tom Riddle looked at each other. They were the kind of wizards who could see through many things through induction. Although they didn't speak, they had already glimpsed each other's reality.

"You don't have to be like this, Professor Blaine, we are friends rather than enemies, aren't we?"

In the end, it was Riddle who spoke first, and he who hadn’t been fully revived was undoubtedly on the disadvantaged side in the confrontation with Amosta. He showed a restrained smile, and his soft and polite voice was just like Amos’s. Ta is really his teacher,

"I've heard from Harry Potter about your past and after you returned to Hogwarts this time, Professor Blaine, there is no doubt that you are not the usual mediocre mediocrity, we are all The unique elite in the eyes of the great Salazar Slytherin, and now Hogwarts and even the wizarding world are occupied by hypocrites and a group of idiots who only whitewash the peace. The world desperately needs change, and only us. "

"Mr. Voldemort—"

Amosta interrupted Riddle's speech, he tilted his head, stared straight at the core of the Horcrux in front of him with penetrating eyes, the wand was spinning at his fingertips, Amosta lazily Said in a flattering tone,

"Do you think this is the first time I have faced your Horcrux?"

Riddle stopped talking, he showed shock, the calculation in his eyes quickly turned into a red light that only appears when a hungry wolf hunts, the wrinkled nose made his delicate face hideous and ugly,

"What's the meaning!"

Riddle seemed to have given up his disguise, he glared at Amosta fiercely, and asked,

"Horcrux. What is that thing, you mean, you have faced my original body before, then you should know that Voldemort is the greatest wizard ever, and his skill is that those idiots hollowed out their heads I can't even imagine it!"

Amosta pursed his lips, and he saw more things from the illusory figure of the boy in front of him, not the extremely evil magic, nor the palpitating magic power, but the soul, the soul with flashing colors!

This is really a wonderful thing!

Amosta still remembers the piece of soul that was completely soaked in endless evil desires and darkness when he destroyed the crown. own life.

"--Amosta Bryan, you have dealt with Dumbledore, you should know that he is a narrow-minded villain, he is wary of all talented young people, and deliberately wants to destroy them I can assure you that Dumbledore will deal with you one day. Oh no, he's already done it, hasn't he?"

Amosta's increasingly oppressive gaze made Riddle feel stuck in his throat. He turned his lips and said in a fast tone,

"Professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it was Dumbledore who persuaded you to do this, right? Everyone knows that this class has been cursed by the Dark Lord himself, and he wants to use this to kill you. Take me out of here, Brain , when I recover all my magic power, I can help you deal with Dumbledore together!"

Amosta had never dealt with Voldemort, who had become the second-generation Dark Lord, but the Tom Riddle in front of him was indeed a cunning guy who was very good at finding stitches.

"It seems that this diary is the first Horcrux you made, right?"

Amosta's whispered words made Riddle speechless, and he seemed to realize that no matter what he said, the rising star of the Slytherin house was determined to kill him.

"--Emotions come from the soul, and the evil magic of the Horcrux will first strip away the reason and emotion in the soul, turning people into a lunatic controlled by desire."

Da da

When Amosta took a step forward, the purple in his eyes began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye. The air was twisted like the space on a scorched asphalt road in summer.

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound in the large and empty secret room, and the basilisk in the cage hissed in fear. It hid the snake's head in its coiled body, as if it had met the end of Tom Riddle.

The sculpture of Salazar Slytherin, which is flush with the ceiling, is silently watching Amosta Bryan and Tom Riddle at his feet. Standing alone for a thousand years, he is about to witness a Slytherin destroying his bloodline. Or is it maintaining his true glory?

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

"Wait, wait a minute--"

With a pale face, the faint silver mist emanating from Riddle's body was forced back into his illusory body little by little. He couldn't move, and he struggled to squeeze out a voice through his teeth.

"You long for power, don't you?

We are all the same kind of people, and the secret that Slytherin left in this castle is not only this one, Professor Bryan, I am willing to share with you the powerful ancient magic left by him, as long as you... Ugh! "

Riddle couldn't say the next words at all, because Amosta finally walked up to him with a blank face.

He watched helplessly as a shimmer appeared outside the body of this young professor who had been uneasy ever since he knew of its existence, and who did not hesitate to expose himself in advance to restore his body as soon as possible. Then, he stared at Amosta slowly in horror. Raising his hand slowly, fingertips touched his brows little by little.

Well!

Amosta ignored Riddle's painful whimpers, his fingertips, palms, arms and even his whole body sank into Riddle's body bit by bit, and the diary in Riddle's pocket flew out by itself and floated in mid-air, although there was no wind, But the paper in the diary rattled as if being blown by a strong wind, and wisps of black smoke came out from the pages. In the empty secret room, such a eerie and strange scene!

A burst of brilliant brilliance flashed before Amosta's eyes, and when he came back to his senses, his body had already appeared in a strange space.

This space is as vast and boundless as the outer universe. The quiet and silent space is filled with tangible and fierce gray hurricanes. Every strand of these airflows that stain the space with gray contains evil and powerful magic power. Come to think of it, It should be the protective magic that Voldemort applied to the diary and the Horcrux itself.

Hoo. Boom!

The fluorescent light attached to Amosta's body instantly flourished, forming an oval-shaped magic barrier around him, and endless hurricanes hit the reddish barrier, and the magic powers of diametrically opposite nature offset each other and erupted. The flash made Amosta stand in the fierce burning flames!

Amosta stared around, and after a while, he sensed a strange space in front of him to the right.

There seems to be the core of the entire gray world, a group of black and white light clusters are continuously radiating ominous magic power to the surroundings.

"Ah, found you--"

Amosta smiled slightly, he took out a glass bottle from his pocket, took the time to straighten his neckline, and walked away leisurely