Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

The tunnel seemed dark and silent, the huge snake skin was far behind them, and the spider corpses on the ground gradually became sparse.

After they turned another corner, they finally found the solid wall in front of them.

Harry hissed "open" at the two intertwined snakes on the wall. As the stone wall cracked, they finally entered the real chamber, where a huge statue of Slytherin stood. the deepest part.

A lonely figure stood at the bottom of the statue, as if admiring the statue.

"Fred?" Ron recognized the figure and called out in disbelief.

The figure turned around, with a playful smile on his pale face. His eyes didn't pay attention to anyone else, but just looked up and down at Harry Potter.

"Fred? Are you awake?" Harry pursed his lips and said hoarsely.

Tom didn't answer, his eyes never leaving Harry's face, which contained an expression that was almost greedy.

"Get out of here with us, Fred." Ron called, "This is very dangerous, there is a basilisk, it may come at any time!"

"It won't come unless it's summoned." A strange smile appeared on the corner of Tom's mouth, and he continued to stare at Harry, seemingly casually. He was playing with a wand he had procured from nowhere between his fingers.

Harry and Ron suddenly felt cold in their hearts. Harry said with difficulty, "Are you the heir?"

Ron let out a low whimper in his throat. He pursed his pale lips and said feebly: "Fred, now is not the time to joke..." Then he choked.

The smile on Tom's face became more obvious, and he looked directly at Harry without looking at anyone else.

"Yeah, I'm the heir..." said Tom. "It's funny." He let out a high-pitched laugh.

Brian pushed up his glasses slightly and looked around calmly. He found no trace of the diary.

Ron almost slumped to the side, with an expression on his face as if he was about to cry. Harry pointed his wand at Tom and gritted his teeth: "No, you are not Fred! You are the ghost who controlled him!"

Tom played with the wand in his hand and said with interest: "So what? This body belongs to him. You can call me Fred Weasley or you can call me Tom Riddle. Of course, I don’t like this name...I would rather you call me..."

He paused and then said: "You know what? I am very curious about you, Harry Potter. I have been waiting for you here..."

"Why do you want to see me?" Harry's voice trembled with anger.

"Oh, that's right, Harry, someone told me all about you." Tom said playfully, "Those thrilling and fascinating past events of yours."

His eyes traced over the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, his expression growing hungrier.

"I have many questions for you, Potter," said Tom.

"What's the problem?" Harry clenched his fists tightly.

"For example," said Tom with a pleased smile on his face, "how did a baby, without any magical powers, defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How could you escape unscathed, leaving only a scar, and Voldemort's The power was destroyed?"

"Why do you care about this?" Harry said coldly, "What happened to Voldemort happened many years after your death."

"Voldemort," Tom whispered, "is my past, present and future, Harry Potter."

Brian seemed to see Tom's eyes glance towards him. He narrowed his eyes.

Ron took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and stared at Tom with a pale face.

Tom drew a few strokes in the air with his wand and wrote three shining names: Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Then he waved his wand, and the letters arranged themselves into a sentence: I am Lord Voldemort.

"See?" Tom whispered, "I used this name when I was at Hogwarts, of course, only to my closest friends. I know that one day, when I become the most beautiful person in the world, When he was a great wizard, no one dared to say this name easily!"

Harry's mind seemed to freeze, and he looked at Tom Riddle numbly. This was the man who killed his parents, and so many others...

After a long time, Harry finally forced himself to speak, his voice calm but full of hatred: "You are not the greatest wizard in the world."

"What did you say?" Tom asked sharply.

"The greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore!" Harry breathed rapidly. "Even when you were at your most powerful, you didn't dare try to control Hogwarts! Dumbledore asked you to I was frightened by the news.”

The smile disappeared from Tom's face, becoming sullen and cold.

Ron finally plucked up the courage and stood next to Harry, holding his broken wand that was almost broken in two tremblingly in his hand, pointing at Tom and saying: "Give us Fred back!"

"Hahaha..." Tom let out a cold laugh again, and he said softly: "You can think of a way to get it, try to kill me, and see if he will die with me?"

Harry and Ron were livid with anger.

"Or how about an equal exchange?" Tom said softly, "Great Harry Potter, you must be willing to exchange yourself. I get you, and you..."

He pointed at himself, with a strange red light in his eyes: "Get him."

Harry's breathing quickened, and he stared at Tom, the wand in his hand trembling slightly.

"Don't listen to him, Harry," Ron said in a hard and trembling voice, "He's lying to you..."

Brian calmly enjoyed the drama performance, his eyes wandering around, wondering if Dumbledore was here.

"Why do you want me?" Harry said hoarsely.

"I'm very curious about your power, Harry Potter." Tom said with a smile, "In your past and my future, we have encountered each other twice, and I failed to kill you both times. You How did you escape death?"

"Because my mother died saving me," Harry said harshly, trembling as he struggled to suppress his anger. "My ordinary Muggle-born mother, she was the one who stopped you from killing me. Turning you into a hiding, disgusting rat!”

Tom's face twisted, and then he forced out a ferocious smile: "That's it, your mother died to save you. Yes, I remembered, that is a very effective protection spell, what Dumbledore has always claimed 'like'."

He looked a little sarcastic and disgusted, and said: "In the final analysis, there is nothing special about you. I never figured it out. You know, we had many strange similarities before. We are both mixed blood and orphans. We were raised by Muggles and both speak Parseltongues. We even look a bit similar... But in the final analysis, you are just luckier..."

"Then, that's all I want to know." The grin on Tom's face became more obvious, and his tone was extremely sarcastic, "Then, do you want to devote yourself to me to save this friend of yours? We are full of love. 'The great hero?"

"Harry, don't listen to him!" Ron grabbed Harry's arm tightly and gritted his teeth.

Harry took a deep breath and was about to speak when a burst of ethereal and mysterious singing floated over. The singing became louder and louder, making people's blood rush.

Flames burst out from the top of a stone pillar, and a big golden-red bird flew out of the fire. Its golden tail was as long as a peacock's tail, and it held a tattered package in its golden claws.

It played magical music in the air, flew towards Harry, dropped the tattered thing in its paws at Harry's feet, and then rested heavily on Harry's shoulder.

It folded its two huge wings, stopped singing, closed its long and sharp golden beak, and looked straight at Tom Riddle with its two shining black eyes.

"Fawkes?" Harry said in surprise, feeling the big bird's golden claws gently grasp his shoulders.

"A phoenix..." Tom stared at it fiercely, and then looked at the thing on the ground, which was the dirty Sorting Hat. He began to laugh wildly.

"Is this what Dumbledore gave you? A singing bird and a broken hat!" Tom's laughter made the chamber tremble slightly.

"Okay, now, tell me your choice, Harry Potter." Tom's laughter stopped suddenly and he said coldly.

"I won't let you slaughter me!" The Phoenix gave Harry courage and confidence, and he said decisively, "I will take it back from you myself!"

"Very good, then let us compete." Tom glanced at Fox and the Sorting Hat, seeming to find it very funny, "Look at the best weapon Dumbledore gave you, and the heir left by Slytherin. of……"

"Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four!"

he hissed.