Chapter 134 Tom's Death

Tom stood in the valley, holding the Slytherin wand in his left hand and rubbing the Resurrection Stone on his thumb with his right.

Horcrux... also called sub-spirit, a kind of evil black magic, the effect is immortality and immortality.

As a former Horcrux, Tom is no stranger to this, even more profound than anyone else.

But few people know that the inventor of Horcrux is called despicable Haierbo.

He is the dark wizard of ancient Greece, not only the Parseltongue, but also the first existence to breed the Basilisk.

It is no exaggeration to say that he was the Dark Lord of that era.

As the first to invent the Horcrux, is he really immortal?

In a sense... yes.

Ancient Greek era, starting from 800 BC.

In 146 BC, Rome successively annexed Macedonia and Greece, turning them into provinces, and eventually the entire Mediterranean Sea as its own inland sea.

Since then, the ancient Greek era, which has lasted for 650 years, has come to an end.

According to the records of Slytherin Notes: The Big Four met Haierbo.

From ancient Greece to the era of the Big Four, there is a span of thousands of years.

This is much longer than Nicole LeMay's 600 years of shocking love, isn't it longevity?

Of course!

However, Haierbo was unlucky, he encountered the Big Four.

The battle reached the borders of the magic world, and the battle was so dark that even the avenues were obliterated...

Four to one, the Big Four had the upper hand, but they couldn't completely kill Haierbo.

After all, Haierbo has a soul weapon, which belongs to the immortal body. Even if the body dies, it can be quickly resurrected.

For thousands of years, the roots of the four giants could not know the number of his Horcruxes and their hidden locations.

So, Slytherin invented a magic for Horcrux to cut off the connection between Haierbo and Horcrux.

Then... the Big Four killed Haierbo, and he was completely unable to resurrect!

Slytherin was also the first wizard to create the ability to restrain Horcrux magic.

This and that magic was written down in Slytherin's notebook.

Tom knew how to sever the Horcrux connection when he found the note.

But he is only a sixteen-year-old soul, and his magic power is also fixed at this age.

With this level of magic, he couldn't activate it at all. But Slytherin left the magic in the wand.

As long as you cooperate with the magic wand, you can cut off the connection.

Tom had been preparing for this night for four years, and he was hissing as he grabbed his wand.

The basilisk pattern on the wand swam out and wrapped around his arm. This scene was extremely eerie.

The magic surged in Tom's body, and after he finished the spell, the snake had already swam over him.

The huge magic power in the basilisk rushed out instantly, overflowing the entire cave.

Immediately after,

The basilisk uttered a scream that was not like a snake at all, and its huge figure was projected into the cave.

Under Tom's watch, the basilisk gradually turned into a wizard with a wand in his mouth and a black robe covering his entire body.

The wizard stretched out his hand, a hand with only four bone fingers, and with a slight hook, he hooked out Tom's soul.

In the soul, seven white silk threads that penetrated through the body poured out, like seven small snakes swimming.

There are only two of them, which have been disconnected at some point, and a silk thread that is connected to the Slytherin ring on Tom's hand.

Tom fell to one knee, his head bowed, his arm with the stick trembling, and he slid down hard.

The black-robed wizard grabbed the wand from his mouth and slid it down.

All the threads snapped instantly.

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Hogwarts,

Gryffindor Dormitory,

After attending the Easter dinner, Harry was lying on the bed, and he was free to read Snape's textbook.

Since Christmas, he had known Snape differently and liked the book more and more.

Harry turned the textbook over to study a spell in the scrawled handwriting.

Snape seemed to have spent a lot of time on this spell when he was young.

After countless scribbles and corrections, in the corner of the page, the following words were written next to each other:

Fuchsia (silent)

Harry stared at the words in brackets. Silent... definitely refers to the Silent Spell.

Harry didn't know if he could master this particular spell. He still couldn't handle the Silent Spell.

But he still wanted to learn, so that he could show his hand in front of Snape in the future.

This is also impossible.

For the first time in a recent Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Harry began raising his hands to answer questions.

But Snape used to call him by name, and now he raised his hand and was ignored.

Harry didn't even realize that he looked very much like a "loveless child" who was not valued by his father but still wanted to be praised.

Harry pointed at a random place with his wand, shook it up slightly, and said in his mind, "Fuchsia!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A bright light flashed, and the room was in chaos. Ron let out a scream, which woke Neville and the others.

Ron, who was sleeping naked, was hanging upside down in the air, as if an invisible hook hooked his little brother, hanging him upside down.

Harry's attention was caught somewhere by Ron, and he was stunned for a few seconds before shouting, "I'm sorry!"

Harry found the potions book and frantically flipped through the page just now, ready to find a solution to the spell.

At this moment, he let out a scream even more miserable than Ron.

Harry covered the scar on his forehead and yelled.

At that moment, he felt as if something had been cut off.

Neville and Dean looked at Harry who was banging his head on the ground, and both rushed out, ready to call the other students for help.

Ron was stunned.

It took a moment for him to react... No, Harry, you're going to be stunned.

I'm so naked and hanging in the air, and I'll be caught by other students... Doesn't this kill me? !

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William stood outside the valley, and he felt a huge wave of magic.

That volatility appeared quickly and disappeared quickly.

He was really curious about what the magic to cut off the Horcrux was like.

It's a pity... I don't know where the Slytherin notebook was hidden by him.

It's not hard to understand that Tom would promise to return his wand to stop the volcano from erupting.

Tom, like Voldemort, always wanted to rule the world...forever.

For this goal, he can sacrifice his handsome appearance, his humanity, and his feelings.

He would also agree to give up Slytherin's wand for the time being.

Just take it later and get back control of Ilvermorny, Tom would definitely like it.

He still wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts back then, and even directly cursed the position after failing to apply for it.

One can imagine how deep the obsession is!

This is human nature, greedy human nature.

In this regard, Hermione's analysis was right, and it was thanks to her that she had the chance to save Ilvermorny.

Footsteps sounded, William looked up, and Tom walked out of the valley.

"Come on, let's go to Ilvermorny now."

His temperament has been completely different, and he has become more confident.

Or rather, complacent.

Of course, he was very satisfied, but in just four years, he completely got rid of the identity of Horcrux, and he became a high-level purger, and he was about to master Ilvermorny.

Voldemort, this stupid body, has not conquered Britain for decades, but instead made himself look like that person is not a man, a snake is not a snake!

"Let's go... The volcano is about to erupt, and we have to save the students of Ilvermorny."

Tom sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I like being the savior the most..."

Suddenly, pain hits.

tingling.

tearing pain.

A stabbing pain.

The sharp sword cut through the soft flesh. chest, heart. Tom's body tensed, fighting the pain.

When the pain pulled Tom alive from his trance, he cried out in pain, covered in blood.

Tom turned his head with difficulty and saw Targaryen smiling, holding a goblin sword in his hand, stabbing him in the back.

In order to ensure Tom's death, William held the wand, and the magic spell came out through his body, revealing a particularly dazzling snow light.

Between the heaven and the earth, it seems that at this moment there is a lot of silence.

Tom stared, panting hard... and fell to the ground alone, looking at Targaryen in confusion.

He was so confused...

"why?!"

why! !

William said hoarsely, "Because I'm a good man, Tom!"

In the trance, there seem to be two faces, one is Targaryen and the other is Stark, the two are constantly overlapping and separating.

The ghost finally disappeared, Tom saw the face clearly, and he murmured:

"You're not Targaryen, you're William Stark?"

William nodded slightly.

Tom tugged at the corners of his mouth, his breath fading as he watched him take away the wand and ring.

"When...you caught Targaryen?!"

"Wrong." William wiped the blood from the sword, and a slightly mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"There was never a Targaryen, he was me, I was him. You were... deceived from the beginning.

you fool! "

William smiled at him, and with a clear mouth, said slowly: "Thank you, Tom. Enjoy death.

I will send Voldemort to see you. "

Tom didn't hear anything, and William's voice seemed to be gone, his eyes wandering.

Tom couldn't believe this was the end of his life.

But he could only struggle feebly, gasp, and usher in the final ending... He... or the former... or the future... will all end.

He wanted William to say a few more words, but there was only a dazzling light in front of him, and only a buzzing sound in his ears.

Then, there is darkness.

Tom Riddle is gone.

William stood by, determined that Tom was really dead, and searched the body again.

But the Slytherin note was not found.

William regretted a little, but the resurrection stone and wand were enough.

He glanced at the time, and it was almost time for the train to erupt completely. He turned into a sea eagle and flew towards Ilvermorny.

Tom's body fell into the weeds, slowly getting cold, and his face still showed the unwillingness of his life.

The cold wind was howling, and a crow appeared on the old crooked neck tree in front of the cave, seemingly ready to enjoy a meal.

An old man appeared out of nowhere, as if he had always been there.

At least, the crow didn't wake up, because it didn't see the old man at all.

The old man was also dressed very strangely, like a witch but not a witch, a Taoist not a Taoist, a monk not a monk...

Priests, Imams, Buddhas... Many sectarian decorations can be found in him.

The old man looked at Tom's corpse, his dead eyes, as if seeing through him, looking directly into nothingness.

Tom's frozen expression was filled with pain and regret.

A gust of wind blew, and Tom and the old man disappeared.

The crow rattled in confusion, and it fluttered, searching in vain for the supper it had vanished.

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