Chapter 152: Facing the past

Chapter 152: Facing the past

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"Dialogue"

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Chapter 152: Facing the past

"You're me? Wait... you're Voldemort?!" Little Harry wasn't sure what to be more surprised about.

"I was getting to that part..." Tom was losing his cool persona. "But it's true...Voldemort and I are one and the same." He then used the stolen wand to write his name in the air and rearranged the letters to spell 'I am Lord Voldemort'.

Little Harry gasped. "It's really you then! You are the one behind all of this! You must also be the Heir of Slytherin."

Tom smiled. "Who else but me would be worthy of such a title?"

"He thought it was Draco Malfoy." Harry pointed at Little Harry.Nnêw n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com

"I-I did not!" He got embarrassed.

"It was Ron's idea!" and threw his friend under the metaphorical bus.

"I do wonder... why is there another Harry Potter now?" Tom observed him carefully.

"I could have guessed a time turner... but you two look too different to only be a few hours apart... a badly made Polyjuice perhaps?"

Harry glanced at Little Harry. Tom was not wrong... despite being the same person, they were quite different.

Harry's body was in perfect shape, unlike his malnourished counterpart. He wore new glasses made of enchanted silver instead of those old broken ones that Aunt Petunia found in the donation bin of the church.

"You should have never been put in this situation." He felt some pity for this young version of himself, knowing firsthand how much pain he had gone through already and how much he still had left.

The basilisk hissed angrily and continued to approach.

"Keep your eyes closed, no matter what you hear, everything will be fine," Harry told his counterpart with a calm voice.

This time, he didn't need to use any amplification for his ears; he knew exactly where the basilisk was.

"Petra..." His wand made contact with the cold stone.

"Tredecim Hastae."

The thirteen stone spears penetrated the beast's body with no mercy, starting from its head and moving their way across.

Like the previous time, the spears continued to rise up, lifting the giant snake in the air, as if it were being prepared for a barbecue.

Tom Riddle stared at the scene without being able to articulate a sound. He could never have imagined the basilisk being defeated so quickly. The young boy made it almost look easy. Just one spell and a one-thousand-year-old basilisk was no more.

"You can open your eyes now. That thing is dead," Harry said.

Little Harry hesitated for a moment but eventually opened them slowly.

"Wait! It's still moving!" As he started to look up, he saw part of the beast move and started to panic.

"Reptiles will continue to move for a few minutes after they die... I assure you, that is dead. Isn't that right, Tom?"

"Y-You... how could you do this?!" Tom reacted.

"What the bloody hell?!" Little Harry was now able to get a good look at what happened.

"How did you do that? Where did all those spikes come from?"

Harry gave him an intense look.

"Well, you know... magic."