A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

When Ron heard this, he clenched his fists and trembled all over. The nameless anger in his heart doubled instantly. He didn't know what kind of feeling it was, but the other party's frivolous tone and look of enjoyment made him unbearable.

The rain fell harder and harder, and puddles of various sizes began to form on the ground. They flashed like countless pairs of eyes staring at them.

"On such a nice rainy night, are you just hiding it?" Rogge sighed regretfully, "I thought you had become stronger, but you are still a coward."

"Follow me all the way, is it interesting? Aren't you going to challenge me for a duel? What are you waiting for?"

"How do you know I'm around." Ron took off his invisibility cloak, and the rain fell on him, beating his red hair into strands.

He was not willing to lose to Rogge all the time, and this time he wanted to have a real showdown with him.

"Is it weird?" Rogge smiled and did not tell Weasley why.

"Ron, if I remember correctly, I haven't bullied you before, right? Why do you always have trouble with me?"

"You!" Ron heard the guy opposite complained first, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn the surrounding rain into steam.

"You forgot to punch me last year!"

"Under the trap door?" Rogge shook his head helplessly, "Oh, just a little fuss?"

Rogge disagreed: "When it comes to fighting, you punch me and I kick you, that's what happens all the time. It's just a pity that I always win."

"Oh, I understand. Do you think you can challenge me? Come to me for revenge?" Rogge opened his eyes wide. He is worthy of being a little lion of Gryffindor, with the courage to regard death as life.

“你应该向李乔丹学学，心眼大一些。他虽然被我揍了一顿，但是收获了爱情。”

"I'm not Li Jordan, why can't I take revenge on you!" Ron swung his wand angrily, and green light lingered on the tip of the wand: "Let's compete!"

"The Unforgivable Curse?"

"Not bad!" Ron thought Travis's face would be frightened or panicked, but he didn't expect it to remain calm.

He hated this face, and even more hated this expression. Opposite is a damn little Death Eater, just like countless Death Eaters, he should be imprisoned in Azkaban or killed.

Letting Rogge leave Azkaban and even come to Hogwarts was the worst thing the Ministry of Magic could have done.

Ron believes that when Travis graduates, he will become a true dark wizard. Staying underground without seeing the light of day every day, mixing conspiracies and brewing deaths. He will cholera the entire magical world.

"You want to kill me?"

"No, you'll kill yourself!"

"Like the Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest?"

"That's right! I'm killing evil in the magical world! Little Death Eaters like you shouldn't live in this world!"

"Pest removal? Do you think I'm a pest?" Rogge laughed.

"Isn't it?" Ron stared at him, "You formed the so-called magic society, but you are just like the mysterious man, weaving power for yourself."

"Ever since you entered Hogwarts, the school has been in turmoil..." Ron accused.

"Stop, I want to refute this point." Rogge raised his hand, as relaxed as answering a question in class, "It's not me, it's Harry Potter. When he gets into trouble, you always accompany him." On."

"Nonsense, you are making excuses!" Ron pointed his wand at Travis' head, his expression furious, "Harry is the savior!"

"Well, no one always believes the truth!" Rogge shook his head and sighed regretfully, "I finally understand why some people hate having guns pointed at their heads."

"Weasley, after all, we are still classmates. Although we are not in the same house, are you okay with this? The Unforgivable Curse, do you really think you can escape Dumbledore's observation?"

"Stop your preaching!" Ron sneered, "I have decided to make you pay the price!"

"The Imperius Curse!" The wand in Ron's hand emitted a dazzling green light, and the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, struck at Travis, whom he hated most.

Rogge moved a step to the right, and the curse passed him by. Compared to the guys from the Thunderbirds, Ron seemed to be possessed by Lockhart, performing clumsy spells.

He moved slowly and chanted a long spell. By the time the spell came out, he had already reached the next position.

"Ron, you still have a chance to turn back." Rogge looked at Weasley with a smile, seemingly trying to persuade him, rather than provoking him, "Using the Unforgivable Curse will corrupt you, and you will not be able to turn back!"

"Kill you, I will not hesitate to fall!" Ron yelled like crazy.

The two faced each other in the rain, and Weasley's wand shot out a dazzling green beam, burning through the rain curtains. Rogge on the opposite side was strolling around, easily dodging all his attacks.

Rogge kept saying comforting words, but he looked cynical. He even breaks a piece of grass when he has time and uses the transformation spell to turn it into an umbrella to keep out the rain.

This further aroused the hatred and jealousy in the other person's heart. No matter how hard it was for Weasley to think rationally, he just wanted to kill him.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" His eyes were blood red and covered with bloodshot eyes. He waved his wand wildly, but it was like a clown performing and could never hit the opponent.

When Weasley saw the other party's contemptuous eyes and regretful expression, he fell into a rage of incompetence and cast out spells one after another: "Imperius Curse! Imperius Curse!"

His hatred for Rogge became stronger and stronger, and the spell became more powerful, but failed again and again. He felt like a humble ant. No matter how he attacked the giant, he could not hurt him even a little bit.

Rogge slowly turned into a towering mountain in his eyes, and gradually became an object that he could never look directly at. But subconsciously, he was unwilling to admit defeat. The superposition of two contradictory psychology made Weasley hysterical and crazy.

"Weasley, I told you, you can't do it." Rogge shook his head, "I said, let the person behind you come out, he may be able to fight me."

"What do you mean! I don't understand!" Until now, Ron was still tight-lipped about Riddle.

"The diary, the guy who killed Myrtle. Tom Riddle... do you want me to go on?"

Ron was startled when he heard Rogge say Riddle's name, and his face turned pale instantly. As if he had been exposed to the most secret thing, he took two steps back uneasily. The wand in his hand trembled, and the condensing spell slowly dissipated.

"You...how did you know?" he asked incoherently.

"After some simple investigation." Rogge said calmly, "That diary did not belong to you at first, but to Ginny."

"You said Ginny..." Weasley's heart collapsed. He couldn't believe that Ginny had ever been in contact with Riddle. "Why, why did she get involved with Riddle?"

"You want to ask Ginny why she threw it away?" Roger saw the silent Weasley and told him the truth.

"She killed Hagrid's rooster, and she left the bloody writing on the wall. By the way, she opened the secret room and summoned the basilisk earlier than you."

"No, it's impossible!" Ron denied loudly, "Ginny wouldn't do that. She is my sister and I know her."

"Of course she won't. But Riddle will, because he is the murderer of Myrtle. Ginny should not know anything when she did those things. Just like you, she doesn't know that she opened the chamber of secrets and released the basilisk. .”

"But as long as you open up to Riddle, he can always control you."

"I think the basilisk was seriously injured by Fox and has not been summoned yet. Or, he is secretly doing bad things to you." Rogge felt that he was reminding him with good intentions.

"No, Riddle is my friend, he can't hurt me! He told me that it was Hagrid who did it! Hagrid's spider killed Myrtle, and it is in the Forbidden Forest." Ron's face turned pale. What he had done in the past flashed through his mind, and he gradually realized that Riddle was not kind.

But the new clothes he wore, the new broom he used... everything was taught to him by Riddle. He considered Riddle a friend, a friend like Harry. He couldn't believe that Riddle was plotting against him from the beginning.

"Riddle is your friend?" Roger waved his wand and wrote Tom's full name in rainwater.

"It seems you have to choose, whether to choose Riddle or Harry (although the difference is not big)." Rogge adjusted the alphabetical order, and soon "I am Voldemort" appeared in the rain.

"He, he is Voldemort..." Ron took out his diary in a panic.

The more he got from Riddle, the more he worried that Riddle would leave him. He even carried the diary close to his body because he was afraid that Harry would find that the diary was not lost but had been kept secretly by him.

Now Rogge has revealed that the so-called Tom Riddle is not a good wizard, but the Dark Lord who is causing harm to the wizarding world: Voldemort. It had been the nightmare of countless people, someone whose name he still dared not mention.

"You lied to me!" Ron grabbed the diary and rushed over angrily, but was knocked down into the muddy water by Roger's punch.

"The mysterious man is dead! He is dead!" He struggled in the puddle, and his new robe became dirty. He shouted unwillingly, rejecting all truth.

"Really?" Rogge shook his head, "You know, Riddle will only use you and then abandon you."

"Mr. Riddle, how long are you going to hide? If you don't come out, I will give you a small fire as a gift."

As soon as Rogge finished speaking, the diary escaped from Weasley's hand and flew into the air. Its pages turned and glowed with a dazzling golden color. Weasley became dizzy and fell to the ground.

The young and handsome Riddle stood between the diary and Weasley. Based on his appearance, it was no wonder that no one suspected him at the time.

It's a pity that he didn't escape Dumbledore's eyes. After all, no one knows more about men than Dumbledore. Riddle bent down to pick up Ron's wand and glanced indifferently at Weasley in the rain.

"Mr. Riddle, how does it feel to return to Hogwarts after fifty years?"

"It's very complicated feelings. Travis, is that your name, right? Ron scolds me at you almost every day." Riddle stared at the boy in front of him. He knew him very well through Ron: a pure-blood, in Sri Lanka Letling is a reading genius wizard.

"I'm very surprised, how do you know me?"

"The Ministry of Magic files, coupled with reasonable inferences. It is obvious that you are the one who killed Myrtle.

In fact, I really want to know, if Voldemort's Horcruxes are resurrected at the same time, and you appear in the wizarding world together, who will be the only Tom? "

"It's hard to say, but it's also a very interesting question." Riddle turned the wand in his hand and smiled brightly.

He found the boy in front of him very interesting. Not only did he understand Horcruxes, but he also understood the secrets of his future: "Theoretically, the later Horcruxes appear, the more powerful they will be after resurrection."

"Mr. Riddle, you are very good at avoiding the important and taking the easy. It seems that you also want to be the only Voldemort." Rogge suddenly exclaimed, "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten. If a wizard calls Voldemort's name, he can sense it. .I wonder how Mr. Voldemort is doing on the run."

"Travis, you are really good at fooling people's hearts." Riddle's expression slowly turned gloomy. If Voldemort was still alive, he would never allow his Horcrux to be resurrected.

He glanced down at Ron who was lying in the muddy water, and sighed: "Poor Weasley is in the palm of your hand. You can clearly cast a spell to knock him down, but you let him struggle desperately."

Riddle said sympathetically, "Such a punishment is too severe."

"I don't like people pointing a magic wand at my head." Rogge felt comfortable when he said this, and he really pretended to be in a state of mind.

"Besides, some small punishments won't do him any harm. Weasley always lacks courage, which makes him look too stupid. I think he will understand that there are some people he will never be able to catch up with in his life, and there are also people he will never be able to offend in his life. Got up."

"But an excessive blow will destroy a person." Riddle looked a little emotional, "Ron just has too much self-confidence."

Rogge sneered at Riddle, pretending to be a good guy and making him look like a bad guy.

"He used the best magic equipment and even used a rocket crossbow to crush Harry. Harry is a good old man and has no complaints about his friends. But who is Weasley? He is worthy of challenging me?"

Rogge said calmly: "People always need to grow through pain."

"You are really like me, equally arrogant." Riddle shook his head regretfully.

"Ha, are you worthy?" Rogge sneered unceremoniously, "You are destined to be killed by Harry, so you should think carefully about how to die with some dignity."

"Harry? The Boy Who Lived?"

"Yes, the savior of the wizarding world and the hero of Gryffindor. Last year, he personally destroyed your return plan."

"Why are you telling me this?" Riddle looked at Rogge with a smile, "If you want to take refuge in me, you can just take the diary. Forcing me to come out now will disrupt my plan."

"Your plan?" Rogge sneered, "The first thing you do when you return to school is to release the basilisk and declare your existence to Dumbledore?"

"I'm just completing the great work of Slytherin..."

"Sixteen-year-old Voldemort is really stupid." Rogge said disdainfully.

"What did you say?" Riddle's face was ashen, and the wand in his hand couldn't help but point at him.

"Did I say something wrong?" Rogge didn't care about Riddle's threat and couldn't even wait to compete with him.

"Since you are going to return, you should learn to keep a low profile. The result? With great fanfare, it seems that the entire Hogwarts will welcome you in fear."

"Riddle, you must be mentally ill. It's also possible that the Horcrux made you lose your mind. Of course, it's understandable that you are so arrogant."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Come on, I can't wait to fight against a celebrity from Hogwarts. You know, for a wizard as strong as me, the days without opponents are always so lonely."

"Hmph, if I weren't a memory now, I would show you!"

"Oh?" Rogge had forgotten about this. Riddle was not completely reborn and could not cast the spell. "It seems that I will hand you over to Principal Dumbledore."

"Hmph, I can make Ron take action against you." Riddle disappeared in an instant, and the diary flew towards Ron with a faint light.

Rogge didn't stop him. He wanted to know how strong the fifth-year Voldemort was.

"Avada Kedavra!" Ron's wand emits a dazzling green light. He and Travis are so close that they can definitely kill each other.

Green light passed through Rogge in front of him, melting a hole in his head. But soon, the rain filled up the hole, and Travis in front of him showed a proud smile.

"Great calculation, but I'm fake."

"Illusion magic?" Ron said in a double voice, looking around vigilantly.

On heavy rainy days, the surrounding water element is extremely abundant. When Riddle appeared, Rogge used ancient magic to create an illusion made of water.

"Expelliarmus." Rogge's curse struck from behind.

Weasley actually learned to cast spells silently. He turned around quickly, and under the control of Riddle, strong hatred surged in his heart, and the wand released a powerful light.

The two beams of red light collided together, and neither one would give in at first. As Rogge increased his magic output, the impact point slowly moved towards Weasley.

"There's no way I can lose to you!" Ron roared angrily, using up all the magic power in his body. The beam released by the wand instantly became three times thicker and pressed towards Rogge.

"Ron, you will destroy yourself." Rogge still has more than enough strength. No matter how much the opponent increases, he will be just a little bit more than the opponent, waiting for the impact point to slowly blast towards the opponent.

"I'm going to kill you!" Ron's veins were exposed and he continued to increase his magic output at the risk of becoming a cripple.

"Fainted." Dumbledore's voice came from behind Ron. Weasley fainted in his roar, and Rogge's curse immediately hit Dumbledore.

boom! Dumbledore was hit by a huge magic light, and the wand in his hand was knocked out. Rogge's eyes lit up, eh! Are we going to collect two Deathly Hallows tonight?

"Beautiful magic." Dumbledore smiled and picked up the Elder Wand that resisted him.

The Elder Wand always obeys the winner, no matter how the previous owner lost. If you fail, you will lose the recognition of the Elder Wand.

Looking at Old Bee's smile, Rogge couldn't help but panic. He felt as if he was being plotted by the principal.