Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

‘Tick~’

‘Tick~’

Drops of water slid from the broken tops, breaking the silence in the secret room.

Professor McGonagall tightly held a brown-red dragon-skin pocket in one hand and a broken tail in the other hand, revealing the magic wand with the heart of the staff. The tip of the staff emits light and dark light, which makes people feel uncomfortable to look at.

The slippery ground under my feet was covered with gravel, so I had to take every step very carefully.

“McG…McG…”

"Who? Who is there?"

Suddenly, in the open secret room, a voice that Professor McGonagall was so familiar that she could not be more familiar with. She immediately stopped and the light source at the tip of the magic wand was aimed at the direction where the sound came, with disbelief in her expression.

"...Is it you? Come out!"

"It's me...Mag...it's me..."

The man saw Magga's wand, quickly spread his hands, walked slowly, and slowly walked from the deep darkness into a somewhat hazy light.

"You are... Urquette...How could it be..."

Accompanied by Professor McGonagall's extremely surprised expression, a middle-aged man with a tough and elegant appearance was wearing a black gray striped suit and a Panama hat, with a sincere expression towards her step by step.

"...It's me...I'm here to find you..."

The Director of the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, Professor McGonagall, the only man he loved, appeared in front of her at this moment when Professor McGonagall was the most vulnerable...

"You... are you okay..."

The moment he saw this figure, Professor McGonagall immediately left two lines of tears, unable to tell whether he was happy or wronged. Looking at the familiar face, he trembled.

"...I'm fine, McGonagall, don't say anything else for now. This place is too dangerous. Come with me, leave here and follow me to a safe place..."

"Urquette..."

Looking at the figure, Professor McGonagall murmured, staggered forward, and his head gradually lowered...

"...You are not Urquette... He won't call me McGonagall, let alone say such irresponsible words..."

As she said that, she lowered her head and passed the figure. Although she staggered, she still walked firmly towards the human face...

"...You should be Tom... Sure enough, just like Professor Dumbledore said, he is good at peeking into people's hearts..."

Professor McGonagall's voice gradually lowered, his head lowered, and a tear fell on the stone slab, smashing a crystal splash of water.

"...But no matter what, I still want to thank you, thank you for letting me see him and hear his voice..."

Professor McGonagall said, raising his hand and a black cover diary flew over from the high human face and fell in front of her.

"...as a thank you...I absolutely...will definitely send you to hell! I swear!!!"

Looking up, Professor McGonagall's eyes turned scarlet due to congestion, and turned to stare at the young man who turned into a handsome face, but there was always a hint of semen between his eyebrows. The two looked at each other...

"Milleva...Megor!"

The young man, trembling all over, his teeth clattered, stared at Professor McGonagall and said viciously:

"You...really think... Urquette's death was caused by me... Tom Riddle?"

“….”

Professor McGonagall looked at him coldly, regardless of the wet ground on the ground, kneeling straight on the ground, placing the Horcrux in the Dragon Skin pocket in front of him, and every time he took out the figure opposite, he would feel anxious.

"Don't you really want to avenge Urquette? Watch his enemies breathe free air without any punishment..."

“…”

Professor McGonagall was still silent, carefully took out a wooden box from his pocket, opened the box, and lay there harmlessly with a woman's fangs as thick as a wrist.

"Milleva McGonagall...If I were you, the thought of the person who killed his lover is still living in a corner of the world, even in prison...

He can breathe, eat, sleep, and even have his own interests and hobbies, and I will be in pain!

You... really don't want to know who caused the chaos in the entire wizarding world, controlled the war in the wizarding world with one hand, and indirectly caused Urquette to die?"

"...I won't believe a word of what you say..."

Seeing Professor McGonagall's hands shaking with the venomous fangs, the young man opposite breathed a sigh of relief, showed a successful smile, slowly leaned forward, and said softly:

"...No...you want to know...you already believe it...isn't it..."

"Who is that person!"

Professor McGonagall's voice was a little hoarse, gritting his teeth, and squeezed out these words from his mouth. The poisonous fangs in his hand were swaying, as if they were about to fall down at any time.

"That person...is Gu Yi!"

......

"Ku Yi!!! You deserve to die!!!"

The confrontation under the ground was fought back and forth, but the confrontation on the ground was a one-sided massacre.

Wang Xuebin turned into blue smoke, causing waves of blood among the Death Eaters. Behind him, Voldemort chased after him, but could only watch the death of his servants for no help.

In the dazzling pyramid, two fogs, like two mate snakes, rolled and twisted together, never separated.

"You deserve to die!"

A gloomy green light flashed by, and the blue smoke rolled and avoided, while the Death Eater behind the blue smoke unfortunately became the wronged soul under the death curse.

At this time, Voldemort had realized that this man named Ancient One was simply playing with him. If the other party was serious, he would definitely be a more difficult opponent than Dumbledore.

He was not sure to defeat the other party, and he was not even sure of protecting himself. Unfortunately, he discovered it a little too late...

He has tried to escape the trap set for him more than once through Phantom Transfer.

But the anti-phantom movement effect of this shining pyramid-shaped cage is no worse than that of Hogwarts. Now he is in trouble and cannot escape...

What he can do now is just to rely on those Horcruxes. As long as there is a fish that escapes the net, he can make a comeback.

He has studied at least four ways to make people in their soul state resurrect from the dead, as long as there is a fish that misses the net...

if only...

“Ah~”

The shrill wail echoed under the deep night. Voldemort, who was following Wang Xuebin, was chasing him reluctantly, stopped and rolled down to the ground, smashing cracks from the ground paved with stone bricks.

"Ao!!!"

Another sound...

In the desperate eyes of the only two surviving Death Eaters, Voldemort lay on the ground and twisted in pain, his mouth wide open, tearing his lips apart, and his hands were also clutching around his body, unable to control his wand.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin, who turned into blue smoke, finally stopped and turned his body and stood on a lamppost.

He stretched out his left hand, which had been clenching his fists, and what was lying in his palm was actually the Slytherin pendant that Voldemort had been carrying with him.

In the battle just now, the pendant had been quietly taken in his hand by him, just waiting for this moment to come...

Wang Xuebin: "...Tom...goodbye..."

Professor McGonagall: "Voldemort! Go and die!!!"

Voldemort/Tom Riddle: "no!"

‘Rumbling ~’

A thunder and a drop of rain ran from the sky to the earth, and ended its short life...

The heavy rain fell but could not extinguish the blue flames. The flames burned not only the filth of the ground, but also the end of an era.

Voldemort, pawn!