Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

After a huge explosion, smoke and dust billowed.

A figure was stretched narrow by the light.

Everyone in the vault looked up.

Bellatrix talked nonsense, and even if she didn't answer, the man could get the answer he wanted - where is Harry? Harry was just outside the door.

"Looks like it's still too late."

"You have risen, Tom Riddle."

Harry stepped out of the smoke, looked at him, and opened his mouth slowly.

Tom Riddle.

The name changed Voldemort's expression. He looked at Harry, a boy who was as tall as himself: "You know my name?"

"Dumbledore told you?"

Harry shook his head: "You told me yourself, the other you."

Voldemort's face changed again.

This is not good news.

I don't know anything about Harry Potter, his fighting style, his thinking logic, and his life experience.

But it was not the first time that the opponent had fought against him, and he would definitely understand himself better.

"And I know a lot of your little secrets." Harry clapped his hands, "For example, you call yourself a pure-blood, a descendant of the Gaunt family, but you never seem to mention it to anyone. Your mother, a Gaunt, use a love potion to control an ordinary person, and then give birth to a hybrid you."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry with a trace of surprise deep in his pupils.

He knows all the news of this level?

Harry smiled slightly: "I still know a lot."

"For example, in order to find the secret room, you searched the girls' bathroom day and night."

"For example, why did you get it? Oh, it's what you have now, and you don't hesitate to sacrifice your beauty"

Voldemort didn't let him finish his sentence.

Avada Kedavra!

A green light flashed, running towards Harry's door.

Harry waved his wand.

Flocks of birds!

A group of living birds were summoned, but before they could sing, the green light hit one and took its life, and the rest fled in haste.

"Don't you want to mention these things so much?" Harry shook his head in a helpless tone, "Tom, these are all your past, you have to accept him well."

As he spoke, he paused slightly.

Harry suddenly realized: "Oh, no, the matter of you seducing an older rich woman should have just been completed for you now? Can it be regarded as the present, not the past?"

"You talk a lot." Voldemort waved his wand.

The black Fiendfire billowed and surged.

The huge fire snake smashed towards Harry.

Kingsley's complexion changed suddenly, and he hurriedly backed out of the door. Harry grabbed him and waved his wand again. Hit together hard.

Black sparks splashed everywhere.

Voldemort waved his wand, all kinds of curses poured out from the tip of the wand, scattered like fireworks.

Harry responded with the same spell.

"Not bad level." Voldemort praised him, "As a fifth-year wizard, you should be praised for having such a level. Even when I was in fifth year, I'm afraid I'm not much better than you."

"But your level should not appear in front of me."

"My servant said that you beat me by chance twice, maybe this gave you the illusion that you can face me directly."

"But I'm sorry."

"I am the greatest dark wizard."

Harry tilted his head to look at him: "The greatest dark wizard?"

"Tom, you should have a clear understanding of yourself. You are just the most shameless and the best at deceiving little girls, oh, and old girls."

Voldemort shook his hand.

A spell that shouldn't have appeared in his tactical system, although it was very good, was hardly effective——"Locking tongue and throat" was cast, and it hit the stone man in front of Harry hard. superior.

Why does this person have a mouth.

Why does this person know so much about his past?

Why can he still speak so emphatically, but he still can't find any point of refutation?

He didn't have any feelings for Harry Potter at first, even though he had let his body fail twice and even died, but that was after more than ten years, and if he hadn't experienced it, he wouldn't have much emotion resonance.

But now, emotionally, he is on the same front as himself more than ten years later.

To kill Potter!

And to torture him to death!

His magic power surged, shot out, and suppressed.

"Potter, why don't you speak?" Voldemort manipulated the shape-shifting creation, the spell danced, and the evil black magic aura filled the entire vault, so thick that Kingsley found it difficult to breathe, and his face turned green.

The oppression of the Dark Lord.

Once again, after more than ten years, he felt it again.

Compared with Voldemort, who was a little jerky at the beginning, and gradually regained his state more than ten years ago, Harry seemed a little tired of dealing with Voldemort's magic.

On the curse of the bombardment.

Harry, who was in the fifth grade, was always suppressed by the senior Tom Riddle who had graduated for at least three years.

In the beginning, he could rely on the Transformation Curse to launch some counterattacks.

But gradually, Harry could only dodge Voldemort's spells by using cloud spells, summoning spells, and levitating spells.

Kingsley wanted to help, but as soon as he drew out his wand, he would be attacked by Death Eaters.

Not only would he not be able to help, but he would drag Harry down and distract him from supporting him.

After several attempts, he simply gave up his unrealistic idea of ​​helping, held his wand, and retreated to the vault, secretly hoping that Professor Dumbledore must come soon!

Harry is powerful, and he is far beyond the category of ordinary fifth-year wizards.

but.

The opponent is not ordinary people.

That is a mysterious person, even if he has just been resurrected.

"Talk, Potter." Voldemort taunted again, "Don't you like talking?"

"In this kind of occasion, you might as well say some jokes about yourself to ease the atmosphere. I hate this gloomy feeling."

He sneered.

The spells cast became sharper and sharper, and each one rushed to the deadliest place.

Misty clouds!

Harry cast the spell for the third time.

"This kind of little trick is useless." Voldemort understated, waved his wand, without chanting a spell, the magic power swept a huge wave, blowing towards the mist overwhelmingly, "How many times?"

"It makes you look stupid to repeat a recipe that is doomed to fail over and over again."

The whirlwind swept.

But this time, the air current was surging, but only a small corner of the mist was blown away.

Voldemort reacted quickly, wand waving.

Several Death Eaters wailed, their ribs and hand bones were forcibly peeled off from their flesh and blood, and they came out, stained with fresh flesh and blood, forming a grand bone shield barrier in front of Voldemort.

Alder!

A huge impact wave hit, blowing and scraping him so that he couldn't retreat back, the bone shield cracked and cracked, and cracks spread densely.

Axis!

Purple fluorescence, rounded out on the ground, encircled him, pressed him with heavy force, and part of the physical sense of the limbs was stripped away.

spell?

magic?

Voldemort stared round, but he didn't feel anything. What kind of strange magic is this?

His brain hadn't had time to make the best analysis, the surest way to deal with it.

Click——

The sharp sword slashed, smashing the bone shield.

Immediately afterwards, the sword wind was fierce, rubbing against his neck and cutting off his shoulder.

"I'm just testing how much power you have now." Harry said calmly, "It seems that you are a standard Slytherin. Just such a slight advantage makes you so arrogant?"

"Tom, you're weak."

"I think that even if you don't have the strength of your heyday, you should at least be far superior to ordinary dark wizards."

"But you're worse than Snape."

"It's even only slightly better than the level of ordinary professors."

As he spoke, he chopped off with another sword.

Voldemort dodged in embarrassment, but he didn't have the slightest experience in dealing with cold weapons. His brain and body coordinated and wanted to dodge, and it seemed that he did dodge, but his chest was still cut by the snake bone sword, leaving a hideous wound.

This is

He stared round and lowered his head to cover his wound.

This kind of numb, spicy feeling.

"Very familiar?" Harry walked away, waving the long sword in his hand, "This is a basilisk, a small pet kept by Slytherin. You once made trouble with it and even killed a student."

"How about it?"

"Isn't its venom interesting?"

Tom gritted his teeth, the venom volatilized, and he was a little slurred: "You use a sword!"

"Didn't your servants tell you?" Harry drew out his sword, making a fatal move, "Half of my strength lies in the sword."

With a puff, the sword flower flashed.

An arm fell and hit the ground hard, spattering a streak of blood.

Tom stopped talking.

He wand a little.

The Death Eaters whose bones had been taken out suddenly lost their control, pounced like Harry.

There are many obstacles!

Harry hit him with a blocking spell.

Boom——

The Death Eater who was hindered seemed to be stressed, his flesh and blood exploded like a grand firework, and the sticky flesh and flesh, as tenacious as maggots, continued to crawl towards Harry.

The flames are blazing!

Harry swept away with another spell.

The gunpowder burned every piece of disgusting flesh and blood, and with a bang, it exploded with a bang. A small bloody firework eroded the floor, corroding a terrifying gap in the blink of an eye.

Deadly poison!

Manipulated by Voldemort, there is more than one Death Eater like this.

There are four more, also rushing forward.

The look of horror and amazement on their faces, they didn't want to, but they were servants and Voldemort was master.

Dedicated to a loyal servant, everything he has belongs to the master, whether it is freedom or life.

Tom swept the remaining Death Eaters, billowing black smoke.

Bellatrix raised her magic wand, not stingy with her magic power, and blasted out with the most powerful thunderbolt, blowing up the ceiling of the vault, and they came out of the hole like mice in a panic.

Harry waved his wand, tapped lightly, and carefully dealt with the four humanoid "bombs."