v3 Chapter 90： Please, make sure to kill Harry!

Tom Riddle is undoubtedly a genius, otherwise he wouldn't be a second-generation Dark Lord.

His talent was unmistakably revealed before he entered school, and in those years at Hogwarts, he was amazed countless times.

In the words of one of Riddle's classmates: "You probably don't know what it's like to finish a seven-year course in third grade.

I usually use two words to describe this kind of person: learn to be weird! "

William is not a weirdo. Although he looks more exaggerated on the surface, he actually has enough time and has used the ring to cycle for many years.

But here comes the problem.

William has sufficient knowledge of magic, rich combat experience, and his magic power has skyrocketed a lot because of Fox...

Even if the sixteen-year-old Riddle is a weirdo, can he still have a half-baked relationship with him?

If Voldemort was in his 50s or 60s, William must have thought about running away, but facing Riddle...he was really not afraid!

William looked at Riddle, and the other party also looked up. After looking at each other, they all had the same heart... This battle could not be avoided.

Without saying a word, Riddle grabbed Harry's wand and drew a light half-arc in William's direction.

A half-moon-shaped black light rushed over.

Riddle's shot is a fierce black magic.

William stood on the spot, motionless, the semi-arc light streaks across the wall of the room, towards him.

The room is too small, there is no need for snakeskin to move around, not to mention the two oil bottles, Harry and Ron, who are lying next to each other and falling asleep.

As for the old phoenix Fox... it also plays a supporting role in adding buffs. There is nothing to sing to add to the fun, and other farts are useless.

William's robe swelled, magic power circulated in his body, his wand was gently swayed, and invisible power enveloped all around.

His magic was like a fish piercing the ripples, forcing the fierce light to slide out to both sides.

Riddle's black magic still hummed after hitting the wall before slowly dissipating.

The ground shook, the dust gradually rose, and the force of the collision even pushed Ron and Harry's bodies, sliding out a distance on the ground, and slammed into the wall.

The wall of the secret room was not made of stone, but under such an attack, only a scratch a few centimeters deep was drawn.

Riddle frowned. He suddenly found Harry's wand and resisted.

Holy crap... you're telling me the gun isn't calibrated?

Riddle had no choice but to mutter to himself, not holding the wand and letting it float in mid-air.

This approach reduces the resistance of the wand.

As if a pair of invisible hands were controlling, the wand was slightly raised, and a row of Infernal corpses slowly drilled out from the ground.

These Infernal corpses were dressed like medieval knights. They exuded death aura and wore heavy armor, but they were not riding horses, but... Thestrals!

The Inferi Knight drew the bone-made greatsword from the scabbard and rammed into William side by side.

Fox snorted, spread his wings and flew, spurting red-golden flames from his mouth.

The wand in William's hand trembled, and he raised it high, pulling the flame over.

The flames slanted like a bridge, poured straight down, and slid quickly along the corpse's white bone sword,

The scorching temperature melted the arm of the enemy rider, and the flames suddenly rose, directly swallowing most of the body of the corpse.

Yestral was still running forward, and when he ran to William, he turned into a puff of blue smoke.

William waved his wand like a whip, and the red-golden flames turned into a vortex, wrapping around Riddle's body.

The wand in front of Riddle shook, and a stream of water emerged from him, blocking the scorching of the flames.

More and more water flowed, covering him completely, and Fox's flames sizzled.

Soon, the turbulent water flooded the room and continued to flow towards William, like a vicious python that devoured anyone at any time!

"All curses end!"

The front end of William's wand generated a fan-shaped flame of light, and when it touched the front, the water burst and splashed.

"Waterspout!"

William narrowed his eyes, twisted his wand with his fingers, and the water droplets in the sky were gathered by him, turning into a huge waterspout, piercing into Riddle like the Milky Way.

Riddle also felt the power of this spell. From the thin air, he conjured a silver shield to resist the spell.

This magic consumes a lot of him, and after he summoned it, his face turned pale.

The waterspout hit the shield and shattered instantly. The water droplets fell on the walls on both sides, blasting countless tiny potholes.

It was a pity that there was no apparent damage to the shield, although the spell struck the shield with a low sound like a gong.

William chuckled, turned his left hand, and a wand appeared in his hand again.

While the wand in his right hand was obviously maintaining the waterspout, William waved the wand in his left hand, condensing the bursting water droplets again, forming a second wave of offensive.

This wave of offensive is still useless and has a significant impact on the shield.

But William waved his wand in his right hand to organize a third wave of offensive.

Perpetual motion machine asks if you are afraid!

A look of horror flashed in Riddle's eyes.

Not to mention this hand-to-hand fighting technique, William's strength is much stronger than he imagined, especially his magic power... According to a normal little wizard, there should be no magic power!

No matter what Riddle thought, William's movements didn't stop at all.

Under the control of William's magical power, the majestic waterspout, like a dragon and snake swimming in water, repeatedly slammed into the shield, making a thumping sound, like a pile driver.

The water splashed out, what a beautiful scene!

This seems ineffective,

But the spunlace shield,

The shield is sturdy, but it cannot withstand thousands of water droplets.

After the blink of an eye, the middle position of the silver shield was completely blurred, and the water droplets passed through like a dagger and landed on Riddle!

He lowered his head and glanced at his left shoulder, the blood oozing out and getting thicker and thicker. He licked his tongue and suddenly hissed.

William didn't care, all his attention was on Riddle, but Fox behind him gave a long snort and issued a warning.

William barely had time to react, and he was caught off guard, knocked out by a force, and fell to the ground.

"...There is a ghost!" When William fell to the ground, there was only one thought in his mind.

An insider indeed, Harry pressed on William, grabbing his wand with both hands.

Free from the waterspout, Riddle burst into laughter, grabbing Harry's wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flew out of the wand and shot at William.

Phoenix Fox suddenly landed in front of William, with his mouth open wide, he swallowed the green light in one bite, it ignited into a ball of flame and fell to the floor.

Tiny, wrinkled, can't fly anymore.

At the same time, with a wave of William's right hand, he cast Harry without a staff and slammed into the wall.

A small green snake drilled out of Harry's mouth and attacked William like lightning.

William waved his left hand, and he threw a silver sword out, accurately inserting the little snake into the wall.

"If it wasn't for the **** Phoenix, I would have killed you!" Riddle wiped the blood from his left shoulder and said viciously.

"Indeed, I admit that I was careless, Riddle, you are really amazing." William said with a sense of wand.

"When I'm not my opponent, I can almost make me fall... worthy of being the Dark Lord."

"It's a pity you don't have a chance." William glanced at Ron, "unless...he wouldn't have a basilisk in his body?"

"No, there are only seven basilisks in childhood, six were absorbed by me, and the last one was placed in Potter's body to attack you." Riddle spread his hands and explained.

"Then if you have anything else to do, use it, or I will deal with you." William stared at Riddle.

"There is indeed a backhand." Riddle lowered his body and pointed his wand at Harry's head.

With a grim face, he roared, "Hurry up and give me the ring, or I'll kill Potter! You don't want him to die, do you?"

William was stunned for two seconds He suddenly thought of something interesting and couldn't help laughing.

He finally wanted to understand why Dumbledore let Harry face Voldemort again and again without fear!

William stared at Riddle, raised his hand, and said softly in a very serious tone:

"Please, be sure to kill Harry, you're welcome!"

Riddle was stunned, raised his wand, and roared angrily:

"Avada Kedavra!"

Another green light lit up in the secret room.

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