Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Harry felt something was wrong instinctively.

According to Riddle, he absorbed the vitality of six people and became a body, but the soul was attached to the diary and needed sacrifices to break this shackle.

He is Riddle's sacrifice!

Then if the diary is destroyed, the other party will naturally die.

but……

Riddle was too calm.

Harry began to hesitate. Is the opponent really confident or pretentious?

At this moment, Riddle said coldly: "Potter, do you know why I brought you here?"

"Why?" It was not the time to think about it, but Harry was eager to know the answer.

He really wanted to know why Riddle, a student of fifty years ago, kept his eyes on him.

Why did you choose him as a sacrifice?

He is just an ordinary second-year little wizard.

"Because of Voldemort," Riddle said softly, "he is my past, present, and future..."

Riddle waved his wand, drew a few times in the air, and wrote three shiny names:

Tom Marvolo Riddle!

Then he waved his wand, and the letters automatically switched positions, becoming:

I am Voldemort!

Harry's mind seemed to froze.

He looked at Riddle stupidly. This is the man who was once an orphan whose parents had died. When he grew up, he killed Harry's parents and so many other people...

"Harry," Riddle said, "In your past, in my future, we met twice, and I failed to kill you both times.

What could be more ritual than you being a sacrifice?"

Harry gripped Gryffindor's sword.

"But, the diary is in my hands!"

"Then stab, stab in, and I'll die, you dare not?" Riddle sneered.

"Or, you don't want to murder Riddle's soul. After all, Voldemort is strictly my future?"

Harry's eyes slowly lifted to meet Riddle's smiling face.

"Do you think I will hesitate? You murdered my parents and hurt my friend!

No, if there is anything to make me happy, it is to kill you with my own hands!"

Harry's voice was full of hatred, and he raised Gryffindor's sword and slammed it down.

With a terrible, long-lasting scream that pierced through the eardrums, jets of ink spurted violently from the diary, and ran down Harry's hands to the ground.

Riddle twisted and began to blur, and before he disappeared completely, he narrowed his eyes and laughed.

With a click, Harry's wand fell to the ground, everything fell silent, only the sound of ink still oozing out of the diary.

Harry wanted to pick up the wand when he was suddenly horrified to find that his body could not move, and a lot of smoke came out of him.

"Harry, thank you, thank you for completely freeing me from the diary."

A vague figure formed in the white smoke, and Riddle was still smiling.

Harry looked at Riddle blankly.

He was resurrected by himself... Voldemort?

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William walked slowly into the secret room.

This is a long, dimly lit room, with many stone pillars carved with serpents entangled, towering and supporting the ceiling in the dark.

There was no one in the secret room.

William slowly went deeper, and when he reached the last pair of stone pillars, a statue of tens of meters high suddenly appeared in front of him.

William looked up and saw the huge face.

An old-fashioned, monkey-like face, and a sparse long beard dragged almost all the way to the hem of the wizard's robe carved out of stone. Two big gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room.

——Slytherin statue.

The strange thing is that the mouth is completely open and there is obviously an entrance there.

William hesitated, turned into a sea eagle and flew in.

After he landed, he found that this was a long corridor, and at the end of the road, there was another room.

Holding the magic wand in his right hand, William followed the corridor into the room.

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There was a hissing sound from the corner, Slytherin's mouth closed immediately, and the door of the room closed immediately.

"You are finally here, Stark." A sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man leaned back in his chair.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

William squinted his eyes and looked at the young man.

"You are Riddle's diary? No, even if the diary can communicate with people, it can't become a wizard...Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Riddle folded his hands on his wand.

"Let me tell you this, I am a piece of soul that Voldemort split back then... He exiled me in the diary forever."

"Voldemort's soul?"

"Yeah, but that was also a few minutes ago. I was resurrected, with a new body, carrying my broken soul..."

William raised his eyebrows, and he suddenly realized that things were not as simple as he thought.

He originally thought that the diary was only used by Voldemort with dark magic, but he did not expect that there was a soul in it!

——Really Yao Lao!

"Want to hear how I was resurrected?"

Riddle played with the magic wand in both hands and said softly, "I worked so hard to successfully build the stage without the audience's appreciation. I would feel very boring and lack the sense of ceremony.

You are my only audience."

"Of course, I can't wait." William tapped his magic wand and turned into a chair.

"I need two steps to be resurrected: absorb a lot of vitality to nourish my soul; then use a special method to break the shackles of the diary and release my soul from it."

"What special method?"

"Of course, you certainly don't know how to do it." Riddle chuckled lightly. "Dumbledore likes you so much, he won't let you touch these things."

"But I have studied for many years... to release the soul from the body, there is only one way from the beginning-sacrifice!"

"Who do you consider as a sacrifice?" William asked."Harry?!"

"Of course not." Riddle smiled triumphantly: "William, this is the most exciting place. I think... there is still a bit of artistry and tragedy in it."

Riddle sorted out his hairstyle.

"In theory, I can sacrifice anyone's life, kill Harry Potter, and I can be liberated from the diary.

But only by offering sacrifices to the most cherished things can I gain stronger strength."

William's eyes flickered, and it sounded a bit like the way to get soul gems: sacrificing the one he loved most.

"Potter is not precious to me. I don't like him or hate him.

Yes, Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, but what does it have to do with me, Tom Riddle?

Potter is not worthy of being my sacrifice!"

"Then who is your true love?"

"My favorite?" Riddle smiled gloomily.

"Of course it's me! I only love myself, so I sacrificed my soul and let Potter destroy the diary."

"Since the diary is ruined, why are you not dead?" William said suspiciously.

"This involves another interesting magic." Riddle whispered.

"Although I think I have nothing to do with Voldemort, he is my future after all.

Potter naturally transferred this hatred to me... He who hates me so much, tonight because of some of my little tricks,'voluntarily' concluded an ancient protection magic with me."

"Protection magic."

"Yes... The content of magic requires two people who hate each other. One of them voluntarily breaks the shackles for the other and bears all the damage.

The conditions for achieving this magic are very harsh.

But I was fortunate to use some means to persuade Potter and me to enter into magic... He took the cost of my soul's destruction for me."

Riddle stood up, "So the diary is destroyed, but I'm not dead!"

"Then Harry is dead?" William was stunned.

"No, I'm surprised at this too." Riddle frowned slightly.

"It's weird, isn't it? It's like he was a baby, but he didn't die in my hands in the future."

"But it doesn't matter anymore." Riddle shook his head. "I tell you so much. As a deal, you should tell me something about you too?"

"what's up?"

"Ravenclaw's bronze ring... where is it?!"

In the stone room, Riddle's voice echoed for a long time.

Then, there was only silence.

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