A Magical Hogwarts

Tom stood in the valley, holding the Slytherin wand in his left hand and rubbing the Resurrection Stone on his thumb with his right.

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Horcrux...also called sub-spirit, a kind of evil black magic, the effect is immortality and immortality.

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As a former Horcrux, Tom is no stranger to this, even more profound than anyone else.

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But few people know that the inventor of the Horcrux is called the despicable Haierbo.

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He is a dark wizard in ancient Greece, not only with Parseltongue, but also the first existence to cultivate a basilisk.

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It would be no exaggeration to say that he was the Dark Lord of that era.

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As the first inventor of Horcrux, is he really immortal?

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In a sense... yes.

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The ancient Greek era began in 800 BC.

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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.

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Since then, the ancient Greek era, which has lasted for 650 years, has come to an end.

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According to the records of the Slytherin Notes: The Big Four met Haierbo.

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From ancient Greece to the era of the Big Four, there is a span of thousands of years.

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This is much longer than Nicole Lemay's 600 years of horror, isn't it longevity?

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Of course!

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However, Haierbo was unlucky, he met the Big Four.

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The battle reached the borders of the magic world.

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Four to one, the Big Four had the upper hand, but they couldn't completely kill Haierbo.

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After all, Haierbo has a Horcrux and is immortal. Even if his body dies, he can quickly resurrect.

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For thousands of years, the roots of the four giants could not know the number of his Horcruxes and their hidden locations.

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So, Slytherin invented a magic for the Horcrux to cut off the connection between Haierbo and the Horcrux.

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Then...the Big Four killed Haierbo, and he couldn't be resurrected at all!

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Slytherin was also the first wizard to create the ability to restrain Horcrux magic.

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This incident and that magic were written down in Slytherin's notebook.

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When Tom found the note, he knew how to cut off the connection with the Horcrux.

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But he is only a sixteen-year-old soul, and his magic power is also fixed at this age.

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He couldn't activate this level of magic at all. But Slytherin left the magic in the wand.

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As long as you cooperate with the magic wand, you can cut off the connection.

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Tom had been preparing for this night for four years, and he caught his wand and hissed.

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The basilisk pattern on the wand swam out and wrapped around his arm. This scene was extremely eerie.

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The magic in Tom's body surged like a tide, and after he finished the spell, the snake had already swam around him.

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The huge magic power within the Basilisk rushed out instantly, overflowing the entire cave.

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Immediately afterwards, the basilisk uttered a scream that was not like a snake at all, and its huge figure was projected into the cave.

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Under Tom's gaze, the basilisk gradually turned into a... wizard with a wand in his mouth and covered in a black robe.

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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.

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In the soul, seven white silk threads emerged from the body, like seven small snakes.

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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.

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Tom got down on one knee, his head bowed, his arm holding the stick trembled, and he slid down hard.

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The black-robed wizard grabbed the wand from his mouth and slid it down.

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All the threads snapped in an instant.

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Hogwarts,

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Gryffindor Dormitory,

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After attending the Easter dinner, Harry was lying on the bed. He had nothing to do, and was flipping through Snape's textbook.

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Since Christmas, he has had a different understanding of Snape and liked this book more and more.

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Harry turned the textbook over to study a spell in the scrawled handwriting.

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Snape seemed to have spent a lot of time on this spell when he was young.

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After countless corrections and corrections, in the corner of the page, the following words were written next to each other:

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Fuchsia (silent)

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Harry stared at the two words in brackets. Silent... definitely refers to the Silent Spell.

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Harry didn't know if he could master this particular spell. He still couldn't handle the Silent Spell.

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But he still wanted to learn, so that he could show his hand in front of Snape in the future.

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This is also impossible.

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In a recent Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry, for the first time, started raising his hands to answer questions.

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But Snape used to call him by name, but now he raised his hand and was ignored.

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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.

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Harry pointed at a random place with his wand, shook it up slightly, and said in his mind, "Fuchsia!"

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"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

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A strong light flashed, and the room was in chaos. Ron let out a scream, which woke Neville and the others.

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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.

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Harry's attention was caught somewhere by Ron, and he was stunned for a few seconds before shouting, "I'm sorry!"

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Harry found the potions book, and frantically flipped through the page just now, ready to find a solution to the spell.

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At this moment, he let out a scream that was even more miserable than Ron's.

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Harry covered the scar on his forehead and yelled.

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At that moment, he felt as if something had been cut off.

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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.

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Ron was stunned.

After a while, he realized... No, Harry, you're going to be stunned.

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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.

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The fluctuations appeared quickly and disappeared quickly.

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He was really curious about what the magic that cut off the connection with the Horcrux was like.

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It's a pity... I don't know where the Slytherin notebook was hidden by him.

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It's not difficult to understand that Tom would agree to return the wand to prevent the volcano from erupting.

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Tom, like Voldemort, always wanted to rule the world...forever.

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For this goal, he can sacrifice his handsome appearance, his humanity, and his feelings.

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He would also agree to give up Slytherin's wand temporarily.

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Just take it later and get back control of Ilvermorny, Tom would definitely like it.

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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.

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One can imagine how deep the obsession is!

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This is human nature, greedy human nature.

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In this regard, Hermione's analysis was right, and thanks to her, she had a chance to save Ilvermorny after seeing this through.

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The footsteps sounded, William looked up, and Tom walked out of the valley.

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"Come on, let's go to Ilvermorny now."

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His temperament has been completely different, and he has become more confident.

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Or in other words, complacent.

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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.

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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!

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"Let's go... The volcano is about to erupt, and we still have to save Ilvermorny's students."

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Tom sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I like being the savior the most..."

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Suddenly, pain struck.

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tingling.

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A tearing pain.

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A stabbing pain.

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The sharp sword cut through the soft flesh. chest, heart. Tom's body tensed, fighting the pain.

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When the pain pulled Tom out of his trance, he cried out in pain, covered in blood.

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Tom turned his head with difficulty, and saw Targaryen smiling, holding a goblin sword in his hand, which stabbed into his back.

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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.

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Between heaven and earth, it seems that at this moment there is a lot of silence.

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Tom stared, panting hard... and fell to the ground alone, looking at Targaryen in confusion.

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He was very confused...

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"why?!"

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why! !

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William said hoarsely, "Because I'm a good guy, Tom!"

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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.

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The ghost finally disappeared, Tom saw the face clearly, and he murmured:

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"You're not Targaryen, you're William Stark?"

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William nodded slightly.

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Tom twitched the corners of his mouth, his breathing gradually weakened, and he watched the other party take away the wand and ring.

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"When... did you capture Targaryen?!"

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"Wrong." William wiped the blood from the sword, with a slightly mocking smile on the corner of his mouth:

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"There was never Targaryen, he was me, I was him. You've been... deceived from the beginning.

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You fool! "

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William smiled at him, and with a clear mouth, said slowly: "Thank you, Tom. Enjoy death.

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I will send Voldemort to see you. "

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Tom didn't hear anything, William's voice seemed to be gone, and his eyes were blurred.

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Tom couldn't believe this was the end of his life.

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But he could only struggle feebly, breathe, and usher in the final ending... He... or the former... or the future... will all end.

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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.

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Then, there is darkness.

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Tom Riddle is gone.

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William stood aside, and after confirming that Tom was really dead, he searched the body again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but did not find the Slytherin notebook.

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William felt a little regretful, but the resurrection stone and wand were enough.

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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.

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Tom's body fell into the weeds, slowly becoming cold, and his face still showed the unwillingness of his life.

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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.

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An old man appeared out of nowhere, as if he had always been there.

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At least, the crow didn't wake up, because it didn't see the old man at all.

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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...

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Priests, Imams, Buddhas... Many sects' decorations can be found on him.

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The old man looked at Tom's corpse, his lifeless eyes, as if seeing through him, looking directly into nothingness.

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Tom's frozen expression was filled with pain and regret.

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A gust of wind blew, and Tom and the old man disappeared.

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The crow rattled in confusion as it fluttered, searching in vain for its disappearing supper.

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