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Ian then discussed the points he could make with Aberforth one by one.

At the same time, Aberforth very carefully put down the wine glass beside him and replaced it with tea.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Soon it was late at night, some wizards had left, and some had entered the bar.

Ian and Aberforth chatted for about three or four hours, and the tea on the bar was changed several times.

It was almost dawn when Ian said goodbye and left the Hog's Head.

At this moment, Aberforth looked at Ian's departing figure, sighed, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

I'm afraid Ian will rarely come to the Hog's Head Bar in the future.

But, it’s better to come less.

This saves Dumbledore from bothering me when I get old.

He always found a way to convince himself, and he could only turn to Ian.

Given Ian's current temper, this is not a good thing.

Besides, Lockhart didn't do as many bad things as Voldemort, and he even has a good reputation now.

At least judging from Ian's current performance, he is a very good and responsible teacher.

He was too lazy to get involved between Dumbledore and Lockhart.

Just help once.

Well, why not go to the United States to hide for a while, so I can go and see my son, Aurelius Dumbledore.

Chapter 449: The Argument between the Two Voldemorts, McGonagall's Troubles (Part )

Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was in his own home, with his head lowered, leading the way very humbly like a servant.

Behind him followed Voldemort, who was wearing a black robe, had pale skin and a pair of scarlet eyes.

At this moment, Voldemort looked at Lucius, who was leading the way, with indifferent eyes, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes from time to time.

As his former subordinate, he actually dared to betray him.

Although, he is also his master now.

But betrayal is still betrayal after all!

But when I think of another self.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in my heart.

Now, who is the real one?

It's hard to tell at all.

He was in his youthful and rational state, while I was more inclined to the state before death.

Objectively speaking, the other party is more like a perfect resurrection.

Rational, elegant, ambitious, and restrained.

As for himself, he was deeply affected by the black magic. Although he had eased a lot through the resurrection ceremony, he still felt manic from time to time and wanted to kill.

Now, the only way to determine who is the deity is to distinguish the primary from the secondary.

It can only be killing, devouring and merging.

Whoever wins is the real person.

But the reality is...

The other party is not weaker than himself.

call!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the sudden anger that was rising in him.

At this moment, Lucius Malfoy looked nervous and led the way tremblingly.

Damn, how could there be two owners?

Lucius thought with some despair in his heart.

As a master, he is miserable enough.

Now the second one pops up.

And this one looks even more sinister.

He could clearly sense the strong malice coming from behind him, and he even wondered if he would survive the day.

As a master, he himself felt a little scalp-tingling.

The two masters felt deep despair in their hearts.

If the third and fourth appear...

Destroy it!

Lucius lowered his head, led the way carefully, and soon brought Voldemort into his former study.

Well, it's the master's now.

click!

"You came!"

Tommy Riddle stood in front of the window, turned around and said gracefully.

"Come, please sit down. I've been waiting for you for a long time." After saying that, he extended his hand to invite him.

After hearing this, Voldemort walked forward a few steps calmly and did not sit in his seat.

You don’t even understand yourself.

He wanted to kill each other.

There is absolutely no reason for the other party to let him go.

Although the two have collaborated before, they may also collaborate in the future.

But in the end, between the two, only one will die and one will live.

To be honest, if the two were not equally strong, he would have taken the initiative long ago.

But he dare not be careless on the opponent's home court.

When Tom saw this, he didn't get angry, but just kept smiling elegantly.

Then he said, "Now, how do we address each other?"

"Tom, Voldemort, the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who..."

Tom casually uttered a few names, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"Or Voldemort No. 1 and No. 2."

Hearing this, Voldemort frowned slightly and said, "Put aside the title for now."

"I'm curious, how did you come back to life?"

"The resurrection ritual left in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets does not have such an effect."

Having said that, a hint of inquiry flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

We are all Voldemort, it is very clear in our memory.

The resurrection ceremony he had set up originally sacrificed the life of a student in order to awaken the power of the Slytherin Chamber to help him resurrect.

Theoretically, the best outcome of resurrecting oneself would be to eliminate all the backlash from black magic, and restore the soul to its original integrity, just like a true new life.

Just like Tom is now.

But theory is only theory, and Voldemort knew very well that it was impossible to achieve such an effect. In reality, he might be resurrected, but his body would be weak and he would need time to recover.

Just like him before.

So he was very curious about how Tom was resurrected, and even cut off the connection between his soul and the Horcrux, becoming an independent, complete existence.

Otherwise, there is a possibility that he exists now.

There must be a secret behind this.

In response to Voldemort's question, Tom smiled and changed the subject: "What are your plans for the future?"

"You should know the situation now. If Dumbledore and Lockhart join forces, none of us can be their opponent."

Voldemort's expression was cold, but his calm tone revealed ruthlessness: "Then let's join forces."

"I don't think Dumbledore and Lockhart will ever be friends again."

"The current British wizarding world has no room for two schools."

"If Kamar-Taj wants to rise, it can only suck blood from Hogwarts, or even climb up from his corpse."

"We can wait until they have a conflict."

"That's when I regain my hegemony."

Voldemort didn't say anything else because he thought everyone understood.

Now that both sides are equal in strength and with external threats, they have no choice but to join forces.

When the external threat disappears, it's their turn to fight for life and death.

However, Tom didn't seem to follow his train of thought. He looked into Voldemort's bloodshot eyes and said calmly, "What if I don't wait?"

"I don't want to wait. If I miss the opportunity now, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

When Voldemort heard this, he looked very surprised.

Timing, what is a good time now?

Dumbledore took control of Hogwarts, all members of the Order of the Phoenix assembled, Lockhart founded Kamar-Taj, and colluded with the Ministry of Magic.

What kind of good timing is this?

It's really the darkest moment.

As if knowing the difference in Voldemort's mind, Tom spoke up, "Actually, I am you."

"If you really calm down and think carefully,"

“We should be able to see that a great change of times is coming.”

"No one can escape this round of great changes."

“Only those who prepare in advance can gain the upper hand, reach the top, or even become the overlord.”

Having said that, Voldemort fell into deep thought.

Tom continued: "The most important thing is meditation."

"The solution to the backlash of the dark arts lies in it."

"I now need a large number of experimental subjects to study meditation methods suitable for black magicians and dark wizards."

"In the future, each meditation method will lay the foundation for a party's power."

"The bloodline will be greatly weakened, and the number of wizards will experience an unprecedented increase."

"Muggles are no longer Muggles, and wizards are no longer wizards."

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Hogwarts, Gryffindor Headmaster's Room.

Mag sat at the desk, frowning as she looked at the Daily Prophet in front of her.

The new semester is coming and the little wizards are about to come back.

Of course, Lockhart has also left, and a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be arriving.