v7 Chapter 56： Death is coming!

Hearing the familiar voice, Tom stared at the cold eyes that could almost kill someone.

But when he turned around and looked at the haunted old man, his expression was as usual, and he could not see the slightest joy or sorrow.

Even a moment later, there was a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, like a warm picture of grandparents and grandchildren reuniting after a long absence.

The old man gasped in admiration.

This qi-nourishing kung fu is really good, and he deserves to be Tom who has all the memories of his body, no longer as young as he was sixteen years old.

That's right, in his opinion, Tom at the moment is no longer the sixteen-year-old boy, let alone Voldemort.

Tom is a whole new being, deep, reserved...perfect.

He likes this kind of mature big boy.

"Why are you here?" Tom asked tentatively.

"I've been here for hundreds of years as an administrator."

The old man is really like a librarian, shuttling among the bookshelves.

"Several generations of popes may know of my existence, but they may not be able to see me."

He stopped by a certain bookshelf, and took out the book Tom had read exactly.

After flipping through some pages, the old man couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

It turned out that Tom directly tampered with the content after reading the prehistoric mystery in order to prevent others from having the opportunity to learn it again.

The old man raised his arm, and the text was restored immediately.

Tom narrowed his eyes, not at all embarrassed of being caught on the spot, but looked at the undefended back, thinking about whether to sneak attack.

He wanted to kill but was afraid, or he was addicted to vegetables.

In the end, Tom still held down the wand in his sleeve and did not choose to shoot.

Steady one hand first... Steady wave.

The old man reached out and stroked the bookshelf as if he was fondling his lover. He didn't turn around, but it seemed as if there were eyes behind him.

laughed:

"I don't dare to shoot like this? I was killed by Stark once, Voldemort died once, and felt his memory... start to be afraid?

In your current state of mind, let alone me, even if you learn all the prehistoric mysteries and fight one-on-one, you will never be a Stark opponent. "

"What's the point of the war of words?" Tom said with disdain:

"Voldemort spent seventy years in the field of magic, and all the memories are in my mind.

He is not me, but I am him.

And prehistoric mysteries... Give me time to digest it completely, even if Stark has the Ravenclaw ring, he will be left far behind by me. "

The old man shook his head, his eyes leaped over the bookshelf, and through the wall, he seemed to see a young man who was rushing towards here.

He didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, turned around and stared into Tom's eyes, saying:

"I'll save you and help you meet Death, and in return, what about what we agreed upon, Tom?"

"You asked me to ask for Elaine from the **** of death..." The corners of Tom's mouth twitched, and he raised the stand-in messenger in his pocket:

"Although I don't know who this woman is, it must be very important to you, right?"

Tom raised his wand and aimed it at the clay doll:

"Whether you're Slytherin or not, you saved me and taught me a lot, and I'm grateful..."

"But it was all nonsense before." The old man looked at the clay puppet and said with a smile, "Don't beat around the bush, just say it straight."

"But..." Tom smiled brightly:

"Going to see the **** of death is also a matter of life and death. I don't think the previous help is enough.

If you want to get her, you have to...add money! "

"But, we agreed in advance." The old man looked calm.

"Yeah, I also made an oath, and those who violated it died." Tom raised his wrist:

"But I have died many times. Do you see the traces of the oath still there?"

If one party repents, he will die for breaking his oath.

Tom can be resurrected indefinitely, and the oath has long been broken.

"So, what do you want?" the old man asked, raising his eyes.

"Help me kill two more people and I'll give you something," Tom said.

"Killing Dumbledore and Stark should be... not difficult for you, right?"

The old man raised his head, and in the twilight, he saw the dark clouds hanging down outside the window, as if a storm was about to come.

He turned his head, looked at Tom, and said softly:

"What if I refuse?"

"What do you mean, you don't want this woman anymore?!" Tom clenched the clay puppet, his voice threatening. "Although this is the Deathly Hallows, I can destroy it with a spell."

"That's not true, I'm going to change the deal." The old man shook his head, his voice sounded from the autumn wind.

"What deal?"

"I saved you and taught you the profound meaning of prehistoric..." The old man finally did not show a smile for the first time, and his words were a bit more murderous.

"In exchange, I want you to use your body to serve... Death!"

Tom's pupils shrank suddenly, he wanted to wave his wand, but suddenly found that his body could not move.

As if a nail appeared invisibly, nailing him to the spot.

"Tom, you are worthy of being a descendant of my Gaunt, we even have the same idea." The old man left a laughter, full of mockery.

"You can tamper with the content of these books, but can't I?"

Tom was so shocked that he even forgot the pain in his body.

The old man waved his arms, and while he was summoning something, he said in a mocking tone:

"I was the first to discover the existence of the Chamber of Secrets and built the Hogwarts plumbing system to hide the Chamber of Secrets.

I also built a statue of Slytherin, and I modified the Slytherin notes and put them in it! "

"I look forward to an excellent descendant who can follow the legend and enter the secret room again." The old man couldn't help laughing.

"After waiting for more than two hundred years, Gaunt was about to perish, and then you appeared.

It's a pity that you, a sixteen-year-old, are too unsatisfactory, and only use the basilisk to clear Muggle wizards, but no notes are found. "

The old man's voice was calm, and he was telling the story of the past.

"Fortunately, fifty years later, this piece of your soul was freed from the Horcrux. Not only did you find the notes, but you were also completely resurrected from the Horcrux state."

He looked at Tom and said word by word:

"It was me who lured you to America, looking for the Slytherin wand...

It was me who carved the prehistoric mystery on the obelisk...

It's me who will send you to the **** of death and get a complete soul... "

The old man walked slowly to Tom's side, took the clay doll in his hand, and said disdainfully:

"Without me, as early as four years ago, when you were a Horcrux, you were killed by Stark;

Without me, you were killed again by Stark in Ilvermorny a few months ago;

Without me, your body was killed at Hogwarts just a few days ago, and then trapped in a blurred vision forever!

Is it just you, also worthy of negotiating terms with me? ! "

Tom felt a strong sting in his body, and then the words hidden under the skin, arranged in a ring, appeared.

The symbols on the whole body, like the black iron in the furnace, first turned red, and then all melted.

Tom recognized that the font was exactly the same as the prehistoric meaning on the American obelisk.

"You thought Stark got the obelisk, why didn't you take the prehistoric meaning?" The old man continued to kill and punish:

"He was aware of the abnormality! Although I don't know how he judged the problem.

Fortunately, although he escaped this specially prepared trap, you didn't! "

The magic on the obelisk can completely transform Tom's body, then control him and open up the connection with the underworld.

This is also the reason why he seduced Tom and went to the United States to find it step by step.

The old man stuck out his right hand, clenched his fingers, and punched Tom in the heart.

Tom felt his soul detached from his body, and he was floating in mid-air.

But his soul was still flashing with prints, and the symbols quickly spread throughout his body.

A powerful erosive force made Tom roar.

He didn't faint, and the repeated resurrection just now made him able to endure this pain.

He wanted to commit suicide to escape this negative state, but unfortunately his body was completely immobile.

Tom's heart suddenly trembled.

He saw a familiar object appear in the old man's hand - the Golden Ark of the Covenant.

Tom was obviously lost in Styx, why did he appear in his hands? !

This one was found... Tom was in complete despair.

Because the heart was taken out, he lost his immortality.

The old man opened the golden ark with ease, took out the heart, and let it float in mid-air.

The heart began to turn black, and then, as if unknown, red hair grew.

The strands of slender red hair, like red snakes, are densely packed, making the scalp numb.

Without the old man moving too much, the red hair spread like vines in the room, covering Tom's body.

In the end, it is rooted in the ground, like a connection to hell.

There is nothing wrong with this description, because the old man is going... Death is coming!

Suddenly, he raised his hands.

It turned out that it rained without warning in the room.

If you take a closer look, you will find that the bookshelves in the archives, under the splash of rain, after just a few seconds, as if there is a Mount Tai pressing the top, and the planks bend down in a clear arc.

The old man knew that he...here!

He suddenly stretched out his arms and spread out his palms. All the raindrops that smashed towards him fell into the palms of his hands.

But it did not turn into rain, but bounced up drop by drop, not straight up, but swirls and arcs again and again, and finally gathered into a circle.

At this moment, the old man no longer had the gentle aura he had before.

At the same time, a young figure appeared.

William appeared like this, and the moment he fell to the ground, he raised his wand high, and the tip of the wand threw a lightning bolt.

Lightning wrapped the rain and slashed towards the old man frantically.

The old man raised the arm protected by the water wall and pinched the lightning with powerful magic power between his fingers.

Two-finger arc.

Between the fingers, sparks of electric light sputtered wildly, reflecting the old man's face shining brightly.

William waved his wand, and the lightning exploded the water droplets, and suddenly a brilliant light burst into the head of the old man.

The old man tilted his head, and even though he was close at hand, he was easily avoided by him.

Only at the temples, a few strands of hair cut by the fierce magic spell slowly fell into the rain.

While the old man turned his head, he turned abruptly and looked back.

It turned out that William was just feinting. He appeared behind Tom at the moment, and before landing, the long sword in his hand slashed at Tom's head.

He wants to kill Tom and stop...death!

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