bookbashuk Chapter 276 The Snake Monster Who Was Watched to Death
Chapter 276 The Snake Monster Who Was Watched to Death
Chapter 276 The Snake Monster Who Was Watched to Death
"Peter Pettigrew! Wasn't he killed by the vicious Death Eater Sirius Black?!"
Kingsley said urgently, as an Auror he had an instinctive sensitivity to truth and morality.
But Tom ignored his idea.
Dumbledore, however, nodded slowly: "I've never believed Black was that kind of person, just as I've never believed you. Now it seems that Mr. Black and Mr. Peter are playing the exact opposite of what we knew..."
He closed his eyes and sighed wearily, "It's because of Blake's guilt."
"You've changed, Dumbledore. You never used to close your eyes or let your guard down in front of me!"
Tom started arguing.
Ryan stepped forward, cutting them off: "Because I'm here. That's why."
Tom's voice turned shrill and piercing: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I am the greatest wizard in the world! You can't beat me, in any way!"
"You're not." Harry stepped forward. He always felt he should stand up; he always felt this was his battlefield.
Tom's voice was shrill: "What!!"
"The greatest wizard in the world is Mr. Dumbledore, then Senior Ryan. Never has Tom..."
"Riddle's name," Harry said firmly.
Tom's expression twisted, so twisted that even his face looked ugly.
"Um... Harry..." Lane suddenly said, "If Tom were at his peak, I might not be able to beat him."
Harry: Huh?
He saw Lane wave, and three words appeared in the air: Tom Marvolo Riddell.
"Shall I introduce myself?" Ryan looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore nodded slightly.
So Ryan waved the letters, making the three words form a sentence: "I am Voldemort."
This!
Harry, Kingsley, and Dobby all stared blankly, unable to believe their eyes.
"As you can see, this is Mr. Voldemort, the most gifted student in the history of Hogwarts."
Ryan smiled and told the three that there was nothing wrong with their eyes, and they were not hallucinating.
Voldemort has already been captured, and besides, Voldemort isn't that handsome... Kingsley wanted to ask, but in the current situation, it seemed he had no room to speak.
Dobby was shivering and bumped his head against a pillar, fell to the ground, and fainted from fright.
Harry froze. He had seen Voldemort before and even used Voldemort's powers, but he had never imagined that Voldemort's true nature was like this.
"You've already lost." Harry, who was no longer an ordinary student and had seen his share of ups and downs, threw out those words.
Now that Mr. Dumbledore and Senior Ryan are here, even Voldemort himself couldn't cause any trouble... He clenched his fists, more eager than ever to study the Power Spell.
Voldemort's defenses have been breached.
Voldemort was driven to a state of impotent rage.
Voldemort released the Basilisk.
The basilisk appeared and used the Death Stare technique.
Ryan took the hit head-on, blood gushing from his face, but he stubbornly said, "So-so."
The basilisk was greatly puzzled as to why the little one hadn't died.
In order to wash away its shame, it plans to kill everyone.
Wearing sunglasses, Kingsley declared himself a normal person and obediently closed his eyes.
Harry, wearing sunglasses, obediently closed his eyes. Senior Ryan's face was bleeding, and he was nothing compared to him.
The basilisk could only target an old man who hadn't closed his eyes, who looked frail and seemed to have been scared out of his wits.
The basilisk easily frightened the old man, and the basilisk gained the upper hand.
The old man exchanged a glance with it, and then gave his acceptance speech: "Horace and Severus would both love this rare material."
Dumbledore asked sincerely, "Is there anything else?"
The basilisk, stunned by the sight, was on the verge of following in the footsteps of its ancestors.
At this point in time, Voldemort had clearly not yet reached the highest level of wizardry, so his understanding of wizardry was not profound.
When the young Voldemort, at that age, saw that Ryan had withstood the Basilisk's gaze and was only slightly injured, his face was filled with disbelief.
Now Dumbledore has actually killed the Basilisk at a glance. "It's truly a monster beyond reason. It seems I'll reach that level someday. Otherwise, this person who calls himself my servant wouldn't have said that the only person I'm afraid of is you."
The young Voldemort's eyes gleamed with a fire, a fire that was a reward for his ambition.
"Friendly reminder: you have failed. A portion of your power is now with Harry."
Ryan produced a wet towel and washed his face, pretending everything was normal and there was no bleeding from his face.
The young Voldemort said resolutely, "I will return."
"You overestimate yourself, and you underestimate us. Now that your form has been discovered, how can you still believe you can survive?"
Ryan bowed slightly: "Your junior greets you and offers his sincerest condolences to the pioneers on the path of magic."
"He also told Mr. Voldemort, 'You'd better die. A dead Voldemort is a good Voldemort.'"
The golden flames transformed into a longsword that shot out and pierced through the unnoticed diary placed at the foot of the Slytherin statue.
"You! How could you—!"
Like words dampened by water, the figure of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, blurred and became a blot of ink.
Harry knew that this was Voldemort, and he had failed again. The only thing he couldn't understand was where this Voldemort came from.
Kingsley felt the same way; what he couldn't understand even more was Peter's resurrection.
Peter never expected his master to fall so quickly this time, nor did he expect his identity to be revealed.
Even if Voldemort hadn't revealed Peter's identity, Peter's identity wouldn't have stood up to scrutiny.
But as a rat in the sewers, his greatest skill is self-comfort and self-delusion.
"I—I am a hero! Haha Li, I even held you when you were little!" He hadn't even finished two sentences.
Ryan snapped his fingers, and the magic surged, causing the already guilty Peter to faint.
"Looks like everyone has something to do next." He picked up the charred diary and tossed it to Dumbledore. "Please take a look, Headmaster, and see if this is still usable. Leave Peter's matter and the aftermath of this diary to me."
Dumbledore nodded: "Don't go too far. I'll have Horace handle this. It's better to let experts deal with such rare materials as basilisks."
He deliberately didn't mention bringing Snape, which clearly showed he already knew what Ryan was planning.
You can rest assured that I can handle things well.
Lane then said to Kingsley, "Imprison Peter right here. Send people from the Ministry of Magic. They can question him until I finish dealing with the diary entries, but don't do anything else. If anyone has any objections, let him come to me."
May I?"
Though it was called a question, Kingsley only heard orders, but he was willing to listen to them because the person issuing the order clearly defined responsibility. Anyone could be contacted with their concerns without having to make things difficult for him, the clerk.
"Of course! I'll get a group of men over here right now!" Kingsley shouted.
"Harry, are you going out for a walk with me, or are you going to wait here? You're definitely involved in this, after all, it involves your godfather's innocence and the real culprit who caused your parents' deaths."
After making arrangements with the Ministry of Magic, Ryan looked at Harry.
Harry was clever; he had already deduced something from the few words he heard. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to go out with you. On the way, could you please tell me about my parents?"
"Okay." Ryan nodded and woke Dobby: "Let's go to Malfoy Manor."