The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Harry Potter only felt a horrible face appearing in his mind—tall, thin, wearing a black mask, the terrible snake-like face was pale and haggard, with pupils like a thin slit Scarlet eyes stared at him firmly.

He tried to expel this face from his mind, but found that he couldn't do it at all. The other person seemed to be his twin brother, tightly next to him...

His scar felt like it was about to explode, and he felt like he was dying: a pain like never before, unimaginable pain, pain that would never end.

That ferocious face seemed to have turned into a monster with red eyes, and Harry was wrapped tightly around his body by it. The monster was so tightly entwined that Harry didn't know which was his body and which was the monster's, they were fused together, bound by pain, with no way out.

Then suddenly the monster spoke, and it used Harry's mouth.

Harry could only feel his mouth opening and closing in extreme pain, making a strange voice:

"Jon Hart, it's you!"

...

"That's right, it's me, Tom!" Jon sat down on the tombstone of Rodolphus Lestrange's father, and said leisurely: "Speaking of which, this is the first time we met, If I can call it a meeting!"

Harry couldn't see anything, he was almost dying, and his whole body exuded a strong anger: "Why...you dare to call me by my name...Why!"

"Your name is inherited from your father, Tom, and it is destined to accompany you for the rest of your life, whether you want to admit it or not!" Jon shrugged: "Okay, can we stop discussing such boring topics, and discuss some useful?"

"Whatever you want!" Tom Riddle growled in a low voice, "What do you want to say to me?"

Then, Jon took out a gold cup from his pocket, and carefully observed the badger pattern representing Hufflepuff: "...I am now in Lestrange, 300 miles away from Hogwarts Castle." The manor talks to you, such a beautiful work of art, you actually turned it into a rude Horcrux, what a waste of money!"

"Sure enough...it really is you..." Tom Riddle's voice seemed to gradually turn from anger to calm.

"Of course it's me, otherwise who else?" Jon said as a matter of course: "To be honest, chopping a Horcrux directly with a sword is really a very refreshing process...Of course, with the feeling of burning with fierce fire, It's actually not bad!"

"The destruction of my other Horcruxes is also related to you?" Voldemort asked in a low voice.

"When you were fighting Dumbledore in the Ministry of Magic a year ago, I used Fiendfire to burn your two Horcruxes—that ridiculous diary, and the Ravenclaw crown?" Jon Ruo Thoughtfully said:

"...As for the others, I sent the people who killed the big snake. It's a pity that they were wiped out in the end, but they finally completed the task... That Slytherin locket, poor Regulus S-Blake stole it more than ten years ago, what a pity you didn't know... and that ring left by your grandfather, Peverell's ring, which has an interesting little stone hidden in it, what a pity You still don't know..."

"I worked so hard to make six Horcruxes, and stored them in a place I thought was safe, and now there are none left. How do you feel, Tom?" Jon asked with a smile.

"You will make your life worse than death!" Tom Riddle said in a deep voice, with a strong killing intent hidden in his voice: "I swear."

"I'm afraid you won't have this chance!" Jon didn't care, and said leisurely: "I know you have been asking about my whereabouts, Tom. To Professor Horace Slughorn, to Professor Diana Greengrass Madame...then I might as well tell you honestly now..."

"You didn't kill me two years ago in that cemetery of your father's, I made Barty Crouch Jr., your loyal servant, drink the compound with my hair Decoction, disguised as me... Alas, it is so sad that the most loyal Death Eater was brutally killed by his master!"

Harry Potter felt extremely violent rage again for a moment, but this feeling came and went quickly, and his mood quickly returned to calm:.

Tom Riddle's voice sounded again: "Then pretending to be Batty..."

"Professor Alastor Moody, funny isn't it? You made poor little Crouch pretend to be Professor Moody, and I made Professor Moody pretend to be Little Crouch...and you I was kept in the dark until the battle at the Ministry of Magic, when I was returning to Hogwarts as Christopher Patrick."

"I really hope that Dumbledore can end you in that battle, but the reality is not ideal. You escaped and regrouped a group of Death Eaters..." Jon smiled: "Then We had no other choice but to take."

Voldemort didn't seem to care about Jon's ridicule, he asked extremely indifferently: "How do you know...know my plan, know where my Horcrux is, through Wormtail?"

"Of course not, it looks like you now know that Wormtail betrayed you!" Jon gave Harry a thumbs up: "You Death Eaters, the speed of transmitting information is still very efficient! But, light Wormtail won't do. I might as well tell you the truth when it's over—"

Jon's voice became deep in an instant: "Because I am a prophecy Magus, a natural prophet, I can know everything that is about to happen, and I can see the truth of time. You can't hide your little tricks from me! "

"Prophecy Magus." Tom Riddle frowned, as if he wanted to keep this term in his heart.

"Why are you telling me this?" Tom Riddle, who came back to his senses, suddenly said.

"Of course...to delay time!" Jon said with a smile.

"Delaying time?" Tom Riddle also sneered, "Could it be that you are delaying time, waiting for me to leave Hogwarts, wait for me to arrive at Lestrange Cemetery, and then wait for me to kill you? "

"Dear Tom, is it possible that you still naively think that you can still leave Hogwarts?" Jon blinked, with a relaxed and comfortable expression on his face: "Don't you understand your situation until now?" ?”

Hearing Jon's words, Harry Potter's body twitched, and his whole body was shaking violently.