People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 259: Recovered Voldemort

Thinking of this, Voldemort immediately asked, "What is your name?"

Before you die, at least know your name.

"Cedric Diggory." The brown-haired boy shouted his name proudly.

Why the hell are you shouting so loudly? Voldemort made up an excuse for the boy's death in his mind.

"Don't go!" x4
Four voices echoed in the wide hall.

Cedric turned around and smiled relaxedly: Harry and the others are here!

Seeing Cedric turning around and mocking him provocatively, Harry, Krum and Fleur said: Oh no, the Cullens are trying to trick Cedric into being a sacrifice to Voldemort.

Voldemort, who has become a gem and has limited vision, said: Why are there still four little ghosts? Cedric doesn't have to die now? The sacrifice has been chosen. Will it seem that I am not loyal if I change it now? What a happy trouble.

"It's too late." Voldemort laughed coldly.

The bright colors instantly filled the entire hall, giving people the feeling of a 90s disco.

"Master, you."

The brown-haired boy turned pale instantly and fell to the ground.

The light went out, and the hall fell into darkness again. A hazy shadow broke free from the colored stones.

Naked, a blurry wax figure.

(Many witches and wizards ineffectively cover their eyes as a close-up of their crotches is shown with ambiguous meanings.)
(Dumbledore couldn't help but observe carefully. This was very similar to Gettler's.)

(Grindelwald sneered disdainfully, saying that he was young.)

(Voldemort: Quack! I don't want Dumbledore to see my body!)

(Bella in Azkaban's eyes became distorted, and her hands gradually moved downwards.)
(Hermione, whose perspective was blurred, was somewhat curious as to why everyone was blushing.)
"What did you do to him?" The dagger instantly took shape and appeared in Cedric's hand, pointing at the shadow.

"This is all your fault." The shadow's pale fingers outlined, and a black cloak emerged from the fingertips, automatically wrapping the body.

(Dumbledore and Bella sighed at the same time in different locations.)
"It is because of your presence that I have no choice but to drain the life force from my dear family."

As Voldemort said this, he was inwardly sighing at Cedric's good luck. If the appearance of the four people before him had not given him more choices, he would have directly squeezed the life out of Cedric, and would not have left him with even a little bit of life like now.

Cedric, who was lying on the ground, instantly changed his expression from confusion mixed with a little resentment to touching and confusion. The master called me family? I am the master's family! Even if I die now, I will
If he wasn't so weak that he couldn't speak, he would have sung a song of loyalty to Voldemort.

Harry noticed the change in Cedric's eyes. Damn, this is not right. Why does it feel like Cedric is in cahoots with Voldemort?

Furong was worried but also shocked. Wasn't the Magic Fairy Stone the inheritance gem of Slytherin? How could there be a Voldemort hiding there? (Because of Riddle's existence, she could recognize the identity of the fifteen-year-old youth version of Riddle in front of her.)

Krum, who had always believed that Cullen was a bad guy, caught Cullen's eyes. Ah, it seemed, perhaps, that Cullen was a good guy? His worry about Cedric and his rejection of Voldemort were not false.

Harry and the other two were not worried about Voldemort in front of them.

Krum still has a body outside, and he has now reported it to the professor, and is preparing to bring professor-level strongmen to suppress it.

There's no point in being afraid of Voldemort, who can be dealt with by just four prefects.

This is also the reason why Dumbledore and other audiences were still interested in looking at the tender and undisfigured body of the 15-year-old Voldemort.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Voldemort trembled with anger.

For a moment, he recalled the past.

With his amazing wisdom, the killing curse against a single enemy was transformed into a chain lightning-like green light of death that would kill anyone who touched it.

However, facing such a horrifying spell.

However, none of the students were afraid. They used their bodies to protect others and died with smiles on their faces.

In the end, he was captured by Dumbledore, who was hiding in the background and pretending to be a prefect.

(For students who have reached the ascension standard and know the truth in advance but cannot commit suicide, the Killing Curse is a painless and quick ascension spell.)
(The prefect at the time: These dogs run too fast, we won’t have time to die.)
"Of course not." Krum took a step forward.

The person currently controlling this body is Fabian Prewett.

Knowing that Karen might be innocent, Krum fell into autism and chose to let the more powerful Fabian take over.

Krum's eyes were serious but mixed with a bit of contempt. Even if the magic level in this world is higher, you are just a student in your 15s, while I am an elite of the Order of the Phoenix who has been fighting the Death Eaters on the front line for many years after graduation. My body itself is a magic weapon - a creation of the dark god Gunara that is more than one level higher than the magic wand!

"Don't be afraid!" Harry and Krum said almost at the same time, and with a wave of their hands, a shield appeared in their hands.

He was not afraid because the initial release of the magic fairy device was at the level of a sixth or seventh grade magic fairy, and he had already reached that level.

This Voldemort was just little Karami who could be easily suppressed by the prefect.

"Just Voldemort," Fleur followed closely.

Although she couldn't even take the magic fairy weapon into her body, she was personally trained by Dumbledore and had gathered the resources of the entire wizarding world.

Voldemort, a student of only fifteen years old.

Karen, also known as Cedric, was speechless. How could you be so brave?

But inexplicably, he also took a step forward, and his voice turned into a strange hissing sound, "Let me kill him! Tear him apart!"

But he could still understand.

"You little devils!" Voldemort was really mad. The four first-grade fairies were not afraid of him.

In extreme anger, one of the boys spoke snake language, but he didn't pay much attention.

"You can speak Parseltongue?" Harry had time to turn his head and pay attention to Karen.

This scene completely made Voldemort lose his mind.

A ring with ouroboros appeared on the slender ring finger.

"Gunara, the Dark God - Avada - Kill!"

Green chains of lightning enveloped the four people.

(Voldemort: Damn, this is even better than me. Are you really only fifteen or sixteen years old?)
(The audience began to worry about Harry and his friends. This Voldemort seemed to be even more powerful than the one in their world.)
Although Voldemort himself did not know it, as the residual soul of Riddle, although he also had a spirit, the magic fairy weapon was only an incomplete projection.

Therefore, the scene in the audience's eyes instantly jumped to the deputy castle lord's office.

Riddle, who is already in his sixties but still looks like a young boy, opened his eyes and woke up from his nap.

Through the resonance of the magic fairy device, he sensed Voldemort.

"He's out! My dark history!"

Then the scene returned to the lobby.

[Mother]
Harry held up the shield, and with the weak white light that seemed to be extinguished at the touch of a finger, the oncoming green lightning was bounced away and returned along the same path.

Karen, who wanted to rely on the speed of [Descendant of Dragon] to dodge, suddenly stopped uncontrollably. His whole body was wrapped in black heavy armor. The chains that popped out turned into a huge snake head accompanied by black smoke, swallowing the lightning, and then he burped.

Krum waved his hand lightly, and with the help of the magic fairy body and the magic power far beyond his life, a silver shield appeared out of thin air, and green lightning struck the shield. The shield was intact, and the lightning disappeared, leaving only a low sound like a gong.

Furong stroked the gauntlet, and a flaming phoenix appeared, engulfing the lightning, and turned into sparks that disappeared into the air. (Audience, is there such a powerful magic fairy weapon in this world? It can crush Voldemort in less than four days!??)
Voldemort had no time to get angry, as some of the returning lightning forced him to concentrate.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

He had no choice but to expend more magic power to forcibly call out the name of the spell, and cast a standard single-target killing spell to defeat the lightning.

Lying on the ground, Cedric had begun to doubt his life. He wondered if history had been tampered with and whether his master and he were really too incompetent.

However, what he didn't know was that Voldemort had set his sights on what was left of his life force.

"It's all fake. You can't be that strong. You must be Dumbledore in disguise!"

"Yes! That's it! It must be so."

(Ron: "This Voldemort is lame.")
"I'm still fine." Voldemort looked at Cedric lying on the ground.

Cullen, or Cedric, noticed the look Voldemort was giving his other self.

In desperation, he recited a spell, the name of the spell in this world.

"Protect them all!"

The magic power was drained away like water, and the spirit of the protective spell noticed Cedric.

The feeling of being stared at was far stronger than the Illumination Spell, and the magic power drained away was far more than the contract with the Illumination Spell. If he was not still in a liberated state with his magic power increased tenfold, he would probably have been drained dry.

As he discovered that his magic power had become alienated again, he could easily condense a shield with no blind spots, which meant he reached a contract with the protective spell.

The materialized shield with no blind spots enveloped the third-year student Cedric.

Voldemort turned into a dark shadow and attacked the third-year Cedric, but was bounced back and hit the wall heavily.

"You guys--" Voldemort, who got up in a panic, was in a dilemma for a moment. Should he just run away first?

"Harry, let's go, don't let him go." Karen, also known as Cedric, said loudly.

"You called me Harry?" Harry was a little shocked for a moment.

In this world his name is Daniel Radcliffe.

The only ones who knew that he was Harry Potter were Fleur, Krum, and Cedric who had never shown up.

At this moment, he realized that Edward Cullen was actually their companion Cedric.

The same goes for Fleur and Krum.

The three of them were extremely embarrassed at the moment, and just wanted to dig a hole to bury themselves. They mistook their companion for the Black Magic Fairy in the mission and always regarded him as their enemy.
At the same time, they looked at the third-year student Cedric lying dead on the ground. Was he the Black Magic Fairy in the mission? Good man, the Black Magic Fairy in the mission was indeed Cedric. After a few calculations, they were not mistaken.

Black Magic Fairy on the mission = Edward Cullen = Cedric = Cedric in the third grade

Karen, also known as Cedric, looked confused, "Don't you know I'm Cedric? You don't think I'm the black fairy, do you?"

The third-year Cedric who was lying dead became even more confused. His head was already shattered by the fan filter and almost turned into a paste. He began to wonder, you are Cedric, then who am I?
Even Voldemort, who had already run to the entrance of the hall, was surprised for a moment. There are two Cedrics, so is the one I sucked real or fake?

"Stop him!" Furong was the first to notice something was wrong.

As her white hands swung forward, sporadic flames burned fiercely as they moved forward, outlining a flaming phoenix that spread its wings and was about to fly towards Voldemort.

However, Krum did not make a move.

He stopped Harry and Cedric who were about to attack, "He's too late."

Just as Krum had said, Voldemort stuck to the invisible wall of air at the entrance like a fly hitting glass.

The shadow of the silver spatula flashed by.

Crash.

Metal chains condensed from thin air and bound Voldemort's entire body.

Then there was the sound of clattering footsteps.

The first to enter was another Krum, followed by the powerful professor-level figure Madam Hooch.

(Madame Hooch, who didn't even have time to use a single spell when Neville fell, and is only professional in Quidditch, am I so awesome in this world?)

"Professor Riddle? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Even though the shadow was blurry, Madam Hooch recognised the face.

The prince charming in the hearts of all female professors——Tom Riddle.

"Alas, I am still late."

In the shadows of the hall, a figure stepped out.

"Two Professors Riddle." Madam Hooch was confused for a moment.

"Another me?" Voldemort, who was bound by the tortoise shell, was surprised. "Are you my Horcrux?"

The man who walked out did not pay attention to his other self. He first bowed and apologized to Harry and the others, "I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

Then, the finger with the ring pointed at the dead third-year Cedric, "Balala Energy - Hufflepuff - Life Resurrection."

There was a flash of white light, and third-year Cedric regained his color.

However, although his body returned to normal, his heart was still at rock bottom.

So he just lay there motionless.

Riddle noticed how depressed third-year Cedric was and ignored the pressure he put on him.

Finally looked at himself.

In an instant, his delicate brows furrowed and his eyes flashed with undisguised disgust.

"We finally meet again, my Horcrux, the fool who gave me the shameful name of Voldemort."

"I am the Horcrux?" Voldemort looked at himself bound by the tortoise shell, and then looked at the other self who was glamorous and respected by Madam Hooch.

"I see, that's why I'm so weak that I can't even beat the first-grade fairy."

"Tom Riddle is not weak, it is Voldemort who is weak."

"Those prefects are really prefects, not Dumbledore in disguise."

"I'm glad that you understand this." Riddle nodded with relief. It seemed that he was not so stupid as to be beyond help.

"I originally wanted to seal you away forever, along with that dark history that I don't want to mention again."

"But it seems that Dumbledore might be right. I should admit my mistake."

"Gunara, the Dark God - Slytherin - Soul Absorption!"

As Riddle took a deep breath, Voldemort, who was bound by the tortoise shell, turned into a black smoke cloud and was inhaled into his mouth and nose.

(End of this chapter)