Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

On the banks of the Thames, Voldemort was still thinking about Tom's invitation to form an alliance.

He didn't understand what the main and secondary contradictions were. After all, he didn't even go to elementary school back then, and he was learning from the director in the orphanage.

But he definitely understood what Tom meant.

In his mind, Voldemort was weighing which of the two was more important.

Should he kill Dumbledore, Lawrence, and Harry Potter first?

Or should he kill himself first?

After thinking about it, he felt that the former was simpler.

Just like Tom understood him, he naturally understood his former self.

The two had one absolute commonality - fear of death!

So, knowing that Tom was not as strong as him, he still dared to come to him, which meant that he must have made all the preparations, and it was impossible for him to kill him today.

And once he took action, it meant that the two had completely broken up, and there was no possibility of cooperation in the future.

Then he not only had to consider dealing with Dumbledore and Lawrence, but also had to be on guard against the poisonous snakes in the dark. He knew how strong his revenge was.

None of the rich women who had played steel wool with him were alive now!

Most importantly, Voldemort also knew that the current situation was not favorable to him, and he needed a capable helper.

But

Voldemort showed a look of disdain: "You are too weak. With your current strength, what can you do for me?"

Voldemort knew that his explosive growth period was the period after graduation when he was making Horcruxes and traveling around the world.

At that time, he broke into countless secret realms, learned a lot of black magic, and met the most evil black wizard in the world.

When he made his first Horcrux, he was just a student.

Even if he was strong, it was only relative to his peers. Compared with the most elite Death Eaters under his command, there was no difference.

The last time the two fought, the subsequent sneak attack of the killing curse was enough to beat Tom back step by step.

"Let me correct it. It's not what I do for you, but cooperation." Tom's eyes were calm, and he was not angry because he was looked down upon.

"I am indeed not their opponent now, but this is why I found you."

"Cooperation is conditional."

Voldemort did not comment: "Tell me."

Tom stared at him and said word by word: "Give me the inheritance of Slytherin."

"Impossible!" Voldemort's face changed, and a powerful momentum burst out. The calm lake water suddenly turned into a stormy wave, roaring wildly.

Tom didn't care, but put on a protective shield for himself: "You and I know what is hidden in the Slytherin Chamber. The things there disappeared, and it can only be you who took it."

"Give it to me."

"Avada Kendava!"

A green light flashed across the sky, and a poisonous snake sprang out in front of Tom, blocking the killing curse.

He looked contemptuous: "Are you afraid??”

“What am I afraid of?” Voldemort looked at Tom coldly.

“Then pass on the inheritance to me. You have lived decades longer than me. Are you afraid that I will study it thoroughly and surpass you?”

“No one can surpass me.” Voldemort said in a condescending tone: “But the heir of Slytherin can only be me. You are not qualified, broken soul.”

“Then die with the inheritance. In less than ten or eight years, you will die like an ant in the hands of Master Lawrence.”

“Can you please stop calling me Master Lawrence!”

“What do you think I want to do! "

Both of them stared at each other fiercely. Voldemort was going crazy. He wanted to know what Tom had experienced. He called him Master Lawrence so skillfully.

"Voldemort, give me the inheritance. I can help you train manpower, contact giants, and capture Azkaban."

"I can do it myself."

"But they won't wait for you to help you stop Dumbledore or Master Lawrence."

"Stop. You only need to say Dumbledore next time."

"OK. "

The two argued again, and Voldemort finally agreed.

He thought about it, Slytherin's inheritance could not be fully digested in a short time, and he could still control the situation within a few years.

As long as Tom could help him hold back Dumbledore or Lawrence... Bah!, as long as he could hold back one of them, it would be best if they died together, both of them would suffer losses, and he would not lose anything.

If Dumbledore and Lawrence were not solved within three years, then he would kill Tom in advance and not give him the slightest chance to surpass himself.

In the distance, Wayne was eavesdropping on the conversation between the two. When he heard about Slytherin's inheritance, he was also shocked.

He knew that the Chamber of Secrets was not that simple, and Slytherin would only leave a basilisk.

What kind of successor is that?

Tom must have obtained the knowledge left by Slytherin from it, and it could not be all of it.

After talking with Graham, After the quarrel at Llanfendor, Slytherin left the school.

How long he lived and how he died, no one knows.

But for a research maniac, it is impossible to stop exploring.

The knowledge in the later period is definitely more mysterious and evil than what is left in Hogwarts.

Just when he was expecting Voldemort to reveal more clues, Tom's eyes suddenly burst into light. He actually used Legilimency to obtain the inheritance!

Code.

Wayne cursed inwardly, knowing that this was normal.

In order to ensure the authenticity of the inheritance, Tom could not let Voldemort write a copy for him by hand.

Only by checking the memory in person can it be the most accurate.

But you can't get any useful information by asking. You can only watch the two of them staring at each other, and the anger in your heart will come out.

I came all the way here just to hear you call Master Lawrence?

Still want to inherit?

Go to hell.

Wayne opened his suitcase and took out a single-soldier tactical rocket launcher.

Adjust the angle according to the instructions and fire it directly.

Tom, who was checking the inherited memory, and Voldemort, who was opening his mind, felt alarmed at the same time, and a creepy sense of crisis arose spontaneously.

At the same time, Wayne's relieved voice came from the horizon:

"Well done, Tom, you finally lured Voldemort out, I will ask Dumbledore for credit for you."

"Lawrence!"

"Master Lawrence!"

Voldemort and Tom exclaimed at the same time, and Voldemort was furious: "You actually cooperated with them, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the rocket had exploded above their heads, a small mushroom cloud rose, and a gap was blown open in the river bank, soaking the surrounding grass.

Wayne flew over and found that there were no broken limbs or even blood on the ground, and he didn't feel surprised. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

He was just disgusting. If you want to kill Tom and Voldemort, one rocket is not enough.

At least hundreds or thousands of rockets are needed to plow the ground.

Then a small tactical attack would be more reliable.

In Spider's End Alley, a black shadow suddenly broke into Snape's home and woke him up from his sleep.

"Master!"

Seeing the dark figure in front of him, Snape immediately lowered his head, horrified.

Why did Voldemort suddenly come to his door?

"Snape, prepare potions for me." Voldemort hoarsely reported a series of potion names, and Snape did not hesitate to set up the crucible and start boiling.

"Master...what's wrong with you?" While refining the potion, Snape did not forget to gather intelligence.

Voldemort was in a very bad condition at the moment. His hood was torn and the black half of his body seemed to have turned into liquid and was constantly eroding the white half.

Voldemort was surrounded by green mist and was trying his best to suppress the power of the black half to maintain his body balance.

Did he run into Dumbledore and the two of them fought?

"Lawrence!" Voldemort opened his eyes and growled, "Damn mudblood! Sooner or later I will extract your soul and burn it with Fiendfyre for thousands or tens of thousands of years!"

Snape was awed in his heart and felt Voldemort's anger, so he moved faster. []

In less than an hour, he prepared all the potions Voldemort needed.

After drinking it, countless rotten insects fell out of Voldemort's body, and the whole room was filled with a foul smell, but Voldemort nodded with satisfaction as if he had a sense of taste.

"Snape, your potion skills have improved a lot...

This is why he values ​​Snape. It is not easy to find capable subordinates, let alone an industry like potion that has a very high technical content.

Even though he knew that Snape had been with Dumbledore for more than a decade and his loyalty was questionable, his attitude towards Snape was completely different from that of Lucius Malfoy.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Snape replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, with a touch of concern on his face at the right time: "You just mentioned Lawrence, he can't be your opponent."

Voldemort snorted coldly and looked at him meaningfully: "I am in a special period now, and the magic power in my body is not stable. It can be said that I am several times weaker now than when I was just resurrected."

"Lawrence attacked by surprise and used Muggle's hot weapons, which gave him some advantages."

Snape did not move at all, but showed an indignant expression and cursed at Lawrence.

Voldemort, who carefully observed the changes in his expression, relaxed his vigilance against Snape a little.

This expression did not seem to be acting, and it seemed that he hated Lawrence more than he did.

But what Voldemort didn't know was that there was no need to act.

Snape couldn't even count the number of times he had been blackmailed by Wayne over the years, and now it was all true feelings.

On the other side, in a hidden valley, Tom showed up, his hair completely turned into curls, and it smelled burnt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Master Lawrence! You really deserve to die!"

Tom howled to the sky, hating Wayne to death in his heart. If Wayne stood in front of him now, he would definitely be greeted by endless green light.

He finally convinced Voldemort to become his ally, but this ally hadn't been a few minutes before it was all destroyed by a word from Master Lawrence.

He knew very well how suspicious he was, and even if he explained it clearly later, Voldemort's suspicion of him would never dissipate.

What made Tom want to vomit blood the most was why Master Lawrence knew that they would meet today and could find the place accurately?

Could it be that Voldemort cooperated with the other party?

Tom was shocked. This place was brought to by Voldemort, and the place he agreed to was the entrance of the former Wu's Orphanage.

But soon, he extinguished this idea in his heart.

Voldemort couldn't do this. Either he was a blind cat that met a dead mouse, or there was some way to detect their whereabouts.

Tom looked around vigilantly, and the silent valley became unsafe in his eyes.

It seemed that Lawrence might jump out of those bushes at any time.

Tom didn't dare to stay for long. He activated the Apparition continuously, fled from Britain, and headed north to 5.0.

He couldn't come to this place recently. If he didn't find a way to hide himself, he would never deliver himself to the door.

Just wait, I will come back sooner or later!

Paris.

Back at Nico Manor, Wayne didn't know that he had become a bush Garen in Tom's heart.

Today I have gained something, knowing the existence of Slytherin's heritage.

SeeVoldemort's intense reaction showed that there was a lot of secrets inside. When Tom checked his memory just now, his mouth was twisted into a Nike.

What was a little difficult was how to get this inheritance from Tom and Voldemort.

And Wayne had new doubts in his mind.

Since Slytherin left something behind, what about the other three founders?

Especially Gryffindor.

Although the four giants were all great, the strongest should be Gryffindor or Slytherin.

Ravenclaw had strong academic ability, but no outstanding record was passed down. Hufflepuff was an auxiliary player, and the main direction was magic that was helpful to life.

Although Wayne had enough inheritance, he didn't mind having more, which would also help him to draw inferences from one instance to another.

"It seems that I have to go back and see Harry on the day he goes to court." The young man muttered softly.

He originally wanted to stay a few more days before returning to England, but Dumbledore would definitely go to testify that day.

As the headmaster and the greatest white wizard of this century, if even Dumbledore didn't know, then he wouldn't have to spend time looking for him. .