Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 847 Voldemort's Ceremony to Become a God
“Let’s get to know each other again.” Tom Riddle first looked up at the sky, then chuckled and drew his wand, quickly gliding it through the air to write three glittering names:
"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

Tom Riddle swung his wand fiercely—

The letters were automatically rearranged, becoming:
"I am Lord Voldemort"

“Voldemort is my past, my present, and my future,” Tom Riddle said slowly.

The wizards below the stage were stunned by the sight before them. Some of them reacted immediately, drawing their wands and preparing to face any potential danger. They knew that the person before them was no ordinary individual, and his appearance might signify the awakening of some mysterious power or other unpredictable event.

Other wizards, however, already knew the whole story. They wore cold smiles, their eyes filled with disdain and mockery. To them, what they saw was perhaps just the beginning, and they had already foreseen everything that would follow. These wizards remained calm, as if they had already detached themselves from this game.

Other wizards chose to remain neutral, neither showing fear nor sneering, but observing the entire scene with detached indifference. Their eyes revealed a transcendent air, as if they were completely unconcerned about everything happening before them, yet concealing a hint of observation and waiting.

Ignoring the noise and commotion from the many wizards below, Tom Riddle simply and quietly took a few steps back.

With each step backward, his figure seemed to gradually become lighter, and finally, as if supported by a mysterious force, his feet left the ground and he floated in mid-air.

Suddenly, a throne that appeared to be made of silver appeared out of thin air, its luster reflecting a dazzling light under the sunlight from the volcano.

Tom Riddle slowly sat on the throne, his position high above, as if looking down upon all living beings. Beneath him, the wizards' emotions seemed to be suppressed by his presence, and for a moment, the audience was completely silent.

“The time has come.” Tom Riddle’s voice, both cruel and merciful, echoed above the stone temple.

As he finished speaking, a pale white flame suddenly ignited above his head. This flame was unlike any ordinary flame; it not only lacked heat but also emitted a cold glow, like a flame from another world, appearing both mysterious and inviolable.

The surrounding air suddenly began to tremble violently—

No, it wasn't just air. In fact, almost all the wizards present felt as if there was sand stuck in their teeth.

The countless grains of sand swirled and jumped violently inside my teeth, so hard and astringent that it gave me a headache.

Even the air seemed to pulsate with them.

Countless hissing sounds filled the minds of every wizard present.

"what--!"

Finally, someone shouted the first word.

Everyone's attention was suddenly drawn back.

As Tom Riddle's unsettling words fell to the ground, the atmosphere on the mountaintop abruptly shifted; not only did cold, pale flames flicker in the air, but the surrounding environment began to change drastically.

Soon, this strange and painful feeling began to spread throughout my body.

The wizards were horrified to discover that tiny cracks were beginning to appear on the surface of their skin, from which tiny specks of light began to escape.

These points of light are part of their bodies, slowly disintegrating into countless smaller particles.

These particles, seemingly drawn by an invisible force, drifted toward the pale flames in the air. The skin, muscles, and even bones throughout the body were irreversibly disintegrating. Each muscle and bone seemed to struggle independently, then disintegrated into countless trembling particles.

These particles shimmered with an eerie light in the air, like the ever-changing stars in the night sky.

The wizards screamed incessantly as they tried to stop it with their wands, but magic seemed powerless against this mysterious force.

Their movements gradually became slow and clumsy, as their bodies gradually lost their original material form and transformed into clusters of shimmering light particles.

The entire scene resembled an apocalyptic disaster, with the pale flames in the air burning ever brighter, as if devouring the life essence of these wizards.

In this horrific scene, only Tom Riddle remained calmly seated on his silver throne, coldly observing the tragedy below. His expression remained unchanged, as if it were all part of his plan.

"No! Master! Master! Master!" A panicked voice suddenly rang out, a voice Voldemort knew all too well—

It's so familiar it's sickening.

Tom Riddell slowly turned his head, giving the voice his last bit of mercy.

Bridget Baker watched in horror as her body disintegrated. She lay on the ground, desperately calling out to Tom Riddle, who was suspended in mid-air.

“Master! Master! Why!” Bridget Baker asked desperately.

“Oh, Umbridge,” Tom Riddle said nonchalantly, “I’ve wanted to get rid of you for a long time.”

His voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were talking about something trivial, as indifferent as swatting a mosquito today or a fly tomorrow.

“If you didn’t have some tricks up your sleeve and some ability, do you think I would have let a disgusting and arrogant bastard like you stay in my team for so long?” Tom Riddle said with disgust.

“Bastard! Bastard? How dare you call me a bastard?” Bridget Baker, or rather Dolores Umbridge, the Dark Arts teacher who had made Harry and his friends grit their teeth in fifth year.

At this moment, with all the magic stripped away, Dolores Umbridge, who had been disguised as Bridget Baker using Polyjuice Potion, had reverted to her original form—

A short, fat, ugly woman with a broad, sagging face and a black velvet bow that never changed on her short curly hair.

“You’re a bastard too! You’re a bastard too, Tom Riddle!” she cursed, her eyes still filled with anger and hatred as she stared intently at the young Voldemort sitting on the silver throne, even though she knew she couldn’t escape her fate.

"Heh heh." The young Voldemort was in a good mood, so he forgave the offensive words of the man who was about to disappear.

However, he did not respond to the ugly toad's intentions, but simply leaned gently against the silver throne and chanted a spell.

He and his entire Silver Throne transformed into a ball of silver light, like the sun, rising atop the stone temple.

The silvery light shone in all directions, engulfing the entire stone tower and the entire village of Tasupankai.

But what he didn't know was that the entire scene, like a painting, had been ripped from the real world.