Tom stood in the valley, holding the Slytherin wand in his left hand and rubbing the Resurrection Stone on his thumb with his right.
Horcrux...also called sub-spirit, a kind of evil black magic, the effect is immortality and immortality.
As a former Horcrux, Tom is no stranger to this, even more profound than anyone else.
But few people know that the inventor of the Horcrux is called the despicable Haierbo.
He is a dark wizard in ancient Greece, not only with Parseltongue, but also the first existence to cultivate a basilisk.
It would be no exaggeration to say that he was the Dark Lord of that era.
As the first inventor of Horcrux, is he really immortal?
In a sense... yes.
The ancient Greek era began in 800 BC.
In 146 BC, Rome successively annexed Macedonia and Greece, turning them into provinces, and finally included the entire Mediterranean Sea as its own inland sea.
Since then, the ancient Greek era, which has lasted for 650 years, has come to an end.
According to the records of the Slytherin Notes: The Big Four met Haierbo.
From ancient Greece to the era of the Big Four, there is a span of thousands of years.
This is much longer than Nicole Lemay's 600 years of horror, isn't it longevity?
Of course!
However, Haierbo was unlucky, he met the Big Four.
The battle reached the borders of the magic world.
Four to one, the Big Four had the upper hand, but they couldn't completely kill Haierbo.
After all, Haierbo has a Horcrux and is immortal. Even if his body dies, he can quickly resurrect.
For thousands of years, the roots of the four giants could not know the number of his Horcruxes and their hidden locations.
So, Slytherin invented a magic for the Horcrux to cut off the connection between Haierbo and the Horcrux.
Then...the Big Four killed Haierbo, and he couldn't be resurrected at all!
Slytherin was also the first wizard to create the ability to restrain Horcrux magic.
This incident and that magic were written down in Slytherin's notebook.
When Tom found the note, he knew how to cut off the connection with the Horcrux.
But he is only a sixteen-year-old soul, and his magic power is also fixed at this age.
He couldn't activate this level of magic at all. But Slytherin left the magic in the wand.
As long as you cooperate with the magic wand, you can cut off the connection.
Tom had been preparing for this night for four years, and he caught his wand and hissed.
The basilisk pattern on the wand swam out and wrapped around his arm. This scene was extremely eerie.
The magic in Tom's body surged like a tide, and after he finished the spell, the snake had already swam around him.
The huge magic power within the Basilisk rushed out instantly, overflowing the entire cave.
Immediately afterwards, the basilisk uttered a scream that was not like a snake at all, and its huge figure was projected into the cave.
Under Tom's gaze, the basilisk gradually turned into a... wizard with a wand in his mouth and covered in a black robe.
The wizard stretched out his hand, it was a hand with only four bone fingers, and with a slight hook, he hooked out Tom's soul.
In the soul, seven white silk threads emerged from the body, like seven small snakes.
There are only two of them, which have been disconnected at some point, and there is also a silk thread that is connected to the Slytherin ring on Tom's hand.
Tom got down on one knee, his head bowed, his arm holding the stick trembled, and he slid down hard.
The black-robed wizard grabbed the wand from his mouth and slid it down.
All the threads snapped in an instant.
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Hogwarts,
Gryffindor Dormitory,
After attending the Easter dinner, Harry was lying on the bed. He had nothing to do, and was flipping through Snape's textbook.
Since Christmas, he has had a different understanding of Snape and liked this book more and more.
Harry turned the textbook over to study a spell in the scrawled handwriting.
Snape seemed to have spent a lot of time on this spell when he was young.
After countless corrections and corrections, in the corner of the page, the following words were written next to each other:
Fuchsia (silent)
Harry stared at the two words in brackets. Silent... definitely refers to the Silent Spell.
Harry didn't know if he could master this particular spell. He still couldn't handle the Silent Spell.
But he still wanted to learn, so that he could show his hand in front of Snape in the future.
This is also impossible.
In a recent Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry, for the first time, started raising his hands to answer questions.
But Snape used to call him by name, but now he raised his hand and was ignored.
Harry didn't even realize that he looked very much like a "loveless child" who was not valued by his father but still wanted to be praised.
Harry pointed at a random place with his wand, shook it up slightly, and said in his mind, "Fuchsia!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
A strong light flashed, and the room was in chaos. Ron let out a scream, which woke Neville and the others.
Ron was sleeping naked, and now he was hanging head down in the air, as if an invisible hook hooked his little brother, hanging him upside down.
Harry's attention was caught somewhere by Ron, and he was stunned for a few seconds before shouting, "I'm sorry!"
Harry found the potions book, and frantically flipped through the page just now, ready to find a solution to the spell.
At this moment, he let out a scream that was even more miserable than Ron's.
Harry covered the scar on his forehead and yelled.
At that moment, he felt as if something had been cut off.
Neville and Dean looked at Harry who was slamming his head into the ground, and both rushed out in a hurry, preparing to call the other students for help.
Ron was stunned.
After a while, he realized... No, Harry, you're going to be stunned.
I was so naked and hung in mid-air, and I would be caught by other students... Wouldn't this kill me? !
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William stood outside the valley, and he felt a huge magical wave.
The fluctuations appeared quickly and disappeared quickly.
He was really curious about what the magic that cut off the connection with the Horcrux was like.
It's a pity... I don't know where the Slytherin notebook was hidden by him.
It's not difficult to understand that Tom would agree to return the wand to prevent the volcano from erupting.
Tom, like Voldemort, always wanted to rule the world...forever.
For this goal, he can sacrifice his handsome appearance, his humanity, and his feelings.
He would also agree to give up Slytherin's wand temporarily.
Just take it later and get back control of Ilvermorny, Tom would definitely like it.
He still wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts back then. After failing to apply, he even directly cursed the position.
One can imagine how deep the obsession is!
This is human nature, greedy human nature.
In this regard, Hermione's analysis was right, and thanks to her, she had a chance to save Ilvermorny after seeing this through.
The footsteps sounded, William looked up, and Tom walked out of the valley.
"Come on, let's go to Ilvermorny now."
His temperament has been completely different, and he has become more confident.
Or in other words, complacent.
Of course, he was very satisfied, but in just four years, he completely got rid of the identity of Horcrux and became a high-level purger, and he was about to master Ilvermorny.
Voldemort, this stupid body, has not conquered Britain for decades, but instead made himself look like that person is not a person, a snake is not a snake!
"Let's go... The volcano is about to erupt, and we still have to save Ilvermorny's students."
Tom sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I like being the savior the most..."
Suddenly, pain struck.
tingling.
A tearing pain.
A stabbing pain.
The sharp sword cut through the soft flesh. chest, heart. Tom's body tensed, fighting the pain.
When the pain pulled Tom out of his trance, he cried out in pain, covered in blood.
Tom turned his head with difficulty, and saw Targaryen smiling, holding a goblin sword in his hand, which stabbed into his back.
In order to ensure Tom's death, William held his wand, and the magic spell came out through his body, revealing a particularly dazzling bright light.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that at this moment there is a lot of silence.
Tom stared, panting hard... and fell to the ground alone, looking at Targaryen in confusion.
He was very confused...
"why?!"
why! !
William said hoarsely, "Because I'm a good guy, Tom!"
In a trance, there seem to be two faces, one is Targaryen and the other is Stark, and the two are constantly overlapping and separating.
The ghost finally disappeared, Tom saw the face clearly, and he murmured:
"You're not Targaryen, you're William Stark?"
William nodded slightly.
Tom twitched the corners of his mouth, his breathing gradually weakened, and he watched the other party take away the wand and ring.
"When... did you capture Targaryen?!"
"Wrong." William wiped the blood from the sword, with a slightly mocking smile on the corner of his mouth:
"There was never Targaryen, he was me, I was him. You've been... deceived from the beginning.
You fool! "
William smiled at him, and with a clear mouth, said slowly: "Thank you, Tom. Enjoy death.
I will send Voldemort to see you. "
Tom didn't hear anything, William's voice seemed to be gone, and his eyes were blurred.
Tom couldn't believe this was the end of his life.
But he could only struggle feebly, breathe, and usher in the final ending... He... or the former... or the future... will all end.
He really wanted William to say a few more words, but there was only a dazzling light in front of him, and there was only a buzzing sound in his ears.
Then, there is darkness.
Tom Riddle is gone.
William stood aside, and after confirming that Tom was really dead, he searched the body again but did not find the Slytherin notebook.
William felt a little regretful, but the resurrection stone and wand were enough.
He glanced at the time, it was almost time for the train to erupt completely, he turned into a sea eagle and flew towards Ilvermorny.
Tom's body fell into the weeds, slowly becoming cold, and his face still showed the unwillingness of his life.
The cold wind whistled, and a crow appeared on the old crooked neck tree in front of the cave, seemingly ready to enjoy a meal.
An old man appeared out of nowhere, as if he had always been there.
At least, the crow didn't wake up, because it didn't see the old man at all.
The old man was also dressed very strangely, like a witch but not a witch, a Taoist not a Taoist, a monk not a monk...
Priests, Imams, Buddhas... Many sects' decorations can be found on him.
The old man looked at Tom's corpse, his lifeless eyes, as if seeing through him, looking directly into nothingness.
Tom's frozen expression was filled with pain and regret.
A gust of wind blew, and Tom and the old man disappeared.
The crow rattled in confusion as it fluttered, searching in vain for its disappearing supper.
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