Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 140 Harry's Second Fight with Voldemort (4000 words)
Pansy jumped back subconsciously.

Voldemort?
Tom Riddle?
Is there any relationship between these two people?

"I don't understand what you are saying!" Pansy took a few steps back.

Harry snapped his fingers, and the winding vines wrapped around Pansy's legs.

"You know what I'm asking, Miss Parkinson." Harry asked leisurely, "Since you can come to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, it proves that you must have a notebook in your hand... It belongs to Tom Marvolo Riddle... Or, she calls herself Merope, right?"

Pansy showed a shocked expression, and she subconsciously put her arms to cover her lower abdomen.

How could she not know the name Harry just said?
The notebook in her arms now belongs to Tom Riddle.

As for Merope...

Isn't Miss Merope the lady who tutored everyone in Slytherin last year?
What is the relationship between the three of them?
"But he didn't tell you that, in fact... he is Voldemort."

Harry smiled at Pansy. If you ignore what happened, Harry looked more like the villain between the two of them.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Pansy retorted, "How could Mr. Tom be the mysterious man! You are lying!"

As she spoke, Pansy's eyes were still flashing red.

Harry quietly used a detection spell and found that Pansy's body was still flashing with a strange red light.

At this point, Harry can basically conclude that Pansy is now controlled by Voldemort.

But he didn't know where Voldemort's real body was, and it was even more impossible for him to destroy Voldemort by hurting Pansy Parkinson - first of all, he didn't know whether Pansy was doing it voluntarily, and after all, Pansy was still a student at Hogwarts. In any case, Harry couldn't do that.

Another point is that if Pansy was killed together with Voldemort, he would not be able to explain to Dumbledore, let alone the professors who had always cared about him.

So he decided to try another approach.

"I need to remind you that Mr. Voldemort, who is followed by your so-called pure-blood family, is actually a half-blood." Harry began to curse simply, "Do you know? Voldemort's real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle..."

As he spoke, Harry swung his wand, drawing a hissing line of fire in the air.

It had Voldemort's name written on it.

"Look, if you reverse the order, it would be... 'I am Voldemort'."

"Also, I know you come from a pure-blood family, the Parkinson family - right? You should know that among the pure-blood families, there is no family with the last name Riddle."

"What does this have to do with the mysterious man?" Pansy asked with red eyes.

Harry glanced at Pansy, whose eyes were glowing redder, and continued, "What I want to tell you about is the so-called Miss Merope from last year - Oh my God, after Professor Dumbledore's investigation, he discovered that Voldemort's mother's name was Merope Gaunt..."

"You know what? That shameless Merope, because she liked a handsome Muggle boy, shamelessly used aphrodisiacs to assault such a poor Muggle gentleman for a year. I really can't imagine how much trouble this thing caused to Mr. Riddle. Anyway, after the effect of the drug wore off, Mr. Riddle was furious and drove the pregnant Merope out of the house."

"How can you say that about a witch! She's only doing it for love!" Pansy's hair seemed to explode.

"Idiot." Harry curled his lips. "What if a man who looks like a goblin uses aphrodisiacs to fascinate you and make you have a child? Doesn't he deserve to die? Then...isn't Merope, who deceived Mr. Riddle, a bitch? I say, Parkinson, can people not have such double standards? Just because the perpetrator is a woman, should she be forgiven? I really don't know what kind of water is filled in your brain."

"Okay, let me continue - so Merope Gaunt also lost the will to live. After giving birth to Tom Riddle, she left him in an orphanage and chose to commit suicide on a snowy night." Harry spread his hands and said, "Of course, the child is innocent - if this little Tom Riddle can be a good student with excellent character and academic performance."

"But later you also know that as a half-blood wizard, he actually took up the banner of the pure-blood theory and even deceived you pure-blood families... My God, the biggest supporter of the pure-blood theory is actually a half-blood born from the union with Muggles. I have to say this is the biggest irony in the world..."

Before Harry could finish his words, Pansy raised her hand and quickly shot out a beam of pale green light.

A huge stone hand suddenly rose from the ground, grabbed the green light and completely annihilated it.

"Anxious." Harry turned his thumb outward and pointed at Pansy.

Pansy's hair stood up without wind, and it seemed that she was very angry.

"I'm talking about that shameless forced link prisoner Merope. What are you in such a hurry for?" Harry asked Pansy leisurely, "Could it be...ah, could it be that you are the son of that forced link prisoner, Tom Marvolo Riddle?"

"Oh my God, if your father knew that your mother forced him to have sex with her and gave her son his name, and even used her last bit of magic power to make you look like him, I think your father would be disgusted to the point of going crazy."

At this point, Harry covered his mouth and said with the same false surprise as last year: "Oh my God, I forgot - Tom, your father doesn't love you either!"

"Harry... Pot!" Pansy hissed and cast another spell.

"You are really naughty, Tom." Harry continued to use his giant stone hand to grasp the spell, ruthlessly pulling off Voldemort's vest. "Look at you. Last year, you committed crimes rampantly in the Slytherin boys' dormitory. You are both men, so it's okay - but this year you have gone even further and even started to deceive girls. You make me feel sick, Tom... If your Death Eaters knew what you did, what would they think?"

"Shut up!" Pansy yelled madly, "Shut up! Pot! I want to duel with you!"

"You're really anxious." Harry shook his head helplessly: "I'm just telling you the truth, why are you so anxious? Come on, let me see your true face... Tom, or Voldemort, didn't Dumbledore teach you etiquette? You have to bow to each other before a duel."

After that, Harry bowed very gracefully.

Harry's face darkened when he saw Pansy still standing upright.

"I said...bow!"

An overwhelming force suddenly pressed down on Pansy's shoulders. She couldn't help but groan, then bent down and gave Harry an awkward salute.

"Don't hide, Tom," said Harry gracefully. "I think you should show your true colors instead of hiding in a woman's body, or - like mother, like son?"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Pansy rolled her eyes and fell to the ground.

"This girl... is really fragile."

A black mist rose up, revealing a face without a nose.

"Oh, it seems you are not the Tom who disguised himself as Merope." Harry commented sharply: "I always feel that you look familiar. Are you the one that is stuck on the back of Quirrell's head?"

"Stop talking so much!" Voldemort hissed, turning his head and shouting at the Slytherin statue in the distance: "Speak to me! Slytherin - the greatest of the four giants of Hogwarts."

As he finished speaking, the Slytherin statue suddenly opened its mouth, revealing a round, thick black hole. Voldemort saw the black hole and laughed strangely.

"Hahahahaha Pot, I should say that you are the most powerful little wizard I have ever seen. Even when I was your age, I didn't have your ability... But soon, all this will be over, and you will kneel down and beg for my forgiveness - and I will refuse you! Your wails of pain will be the best proof of my wild power!"

Harry did nothing but stood there and watched Voldemort's performance leisurely.

Voldemort suddenly realized that after a long time, nothing had crawled out of the cave.

"No! Impossible!" Voldemort took two steps back, looking as if he could not accept this fact.

But reality gave him two ruthless slaps in the face. The scene he expected of the basilisk crawling out and tearing Pot into pieces did not happen.

Where is my basilisk?

I'm such a big snake monster?!
"Damn it, Pot! What have you done!" Voldemort turned his head and stared at Harry fiercely.

Harry sighed and held open his wallet.

"Alfonso, here comes Tom, the man who lied to you."

A hissing sound came from the wallet, and even those who didn't understand Parseltongue could tell that the words used were dirty.

"You damn half-blood mudblood! How dare you pretend to be a descendant of Slytherin! If Master Omnius hadn't awakened me in time, I would have been deceived by you for the rest of my life!"

Voldemort was stunned.

The reason was simple: the basilisk, whom he had always thought was his staunch supporter, actually called him a half-blood mudblood? !

He's a bit off guard.

Harry closed the wallet and put it back in his pocket, looking at Voldemort with amusement.

"Well, Tom, your trump card...seems to have completely surrendered to me."

“What the hell are you playing at!” Voldemort was furious. He asked angrily, “Who are you? Why is your priority higher than mine?”

“You see, you are just the son of the daughter of the Gaunt family. Your last name is not Gaunt, but a Muggle surname.” Harry looked at Voldemort with pity. “And the basilisk seems to obey the people with the purest Slytherin blood. Obviously... Omnius Gaunt is much purer than you.”

"As for who Omnius Gaunt is?" Harry said leisurely, "Coincidentally, I happened to go to Hogwarts a hundred years ago and studied there for five and a half years. When I was in school, I had a close friend named Omnius Gaunt... Ah, he was your grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt's biological brother."

Having said that, Harry suddenly realized a problem.

Oh no, Omnius is also one of Voldemort's grandfathers? !
Then...

"I just suddenly remembered that according to seniority, Omnius and I are brothers, and Omnius is your grandfather's brother... In this way, I am also your grandfather." Harry said mockingly: "Little grandson, call me grandpa?"

Voldemort let out a choked hiccup.

He never thought that the twelve-year-old boy in front of him was actually from the same generation as his grandfather in terms of seniority.

and many more? !
Harry Potter?

A hundred years ago, there was also a Harry Potter in Hogwarts. Voldemort heard of his name from word of mouth when he was young.

Could it be that the person in front of me is the Harry Potter from back then? !
"You, who are you?"

Voldemort's tone suddenly changed.

Losing to a twelve-year-old child was certainly shameful, but if this child was a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago, Voldemort would not find it unacceptable - he might even feel proud of it...

"Voldemort..."

Before Harry could finish his words, he heard Voldemort correct him.

"You can just call me Tom." Voldemort said sincerely.

Harry was a little slow to react. He didn't know why Voldemort was so arrogant and insolent before, but now he was so cruel.

In fact, Voldemort also had his own difficulties. If it were Harry, he would never give in and would just enjoy the battle.

But it was different when facing Harry from a hundred years ago. Who knew what strange magic this guy had, the kind that could destroy a person's soul...

Can you still be as smart as your ancestors? .jpg
But at this time Voldemort also completely believed what Harry said. After all, he had confronted Harry head-on several times.

The first fight with baby Harry doesn't count, because he was tricked by Lily.

But the next two times, Voldemort actually felt something was wrong the more he thought about it. Are all the first-year students at Hogwarts so wild? In the Forbidden Forest, he started with Cruciatus, and in the basement, he first saw Avada.

Avada is fine, but the chain and tracking are too much.

But if we say that the Harry Potter in front of us is the one from a hundred years ago, then all the doubts will be explained. Most importantly, Voldemort can at least save face.

However, he was still ready in secret, preparing to find a suitable opportunity to run out and escape from this gentleman's pursuit.

Voldemort is afraid of death, really, really afraid of death.

"Well, Tom...you've heard of ancient magic, right?" Harry asked.

Voldemort's shadow nodded repeatedly: "I've heard of it, I've heard of it..."

"Ever seen it?" Harry asked.

Voldemort shook his head and said to Harry, "No."

Harry smiled and raised his wand to point it at Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)