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But in order to hear what happened next, the boy gave up his chance to cause trouble.
He honestly and cooperatively asked, "How did you manage without the love of others?"
"Because I used Ron, I obtained his life force through a transaction, and at the same time, I remained connected to his life force for several months. I could have completely drained his life force, gaining the ability to exist outside the diary indefinitely, leaving only his corpse, but I gave up on that."
I maintained this connection, and in doing so, sustained his most basic life. Because I depended on his life to protect myself.
"Of course, this connection is not equal. If someone manages to destroy the diary at this time, then I will be the one who dies."
“But the magic of love is another matter. As long as someone is willing to give their life for Ron and protect him, then that magic will work on me through the contract between me and Ron.”
"And that person is Harry Potter, which is why I chose him."
"Potter did not disappoint me. He does have an extraordinary love for Weasley. So tonight, because of some of my little tricks, he 'voluntarily' entered into this ancient protective spell with Ron."
"Huh?!!"
Although all three knew that Harry and Ron had a good relationship.
But a relationship this close, even to the point of being bound by the magic of "love," sounds rather strange.
"And so, I used Harry Potter to make him pay the price of my soul being destroyed."
After saying this, Riddle finally stood up and put down his teacup, which he couldn't drink from at all: "So the diary was destroyed, but I didn't die!"
"But Harry didn't die, did he?" Levin asked in astonishment.
“Yes, I find that strange too.” Riddle frowned slightly.
"Isn't it strange? It's like how he, when he was just a baby, didn't die at my hands in the future."
"By the way, you guys don't know my real identity yet, do you?"
Riddle laughed and waved his wand, drawing a few lines in the air to write three glittering names: "Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Then he waved his wand again, and the letters automatically switched positions.
Seeing the two girls' stunned expressions, Riddle's smile grew even more smug: "That's right, I'm the one you dare not say by name... wait!"
He discovered that the words in the air spelled out the sentence: "Mr. Tom, a Dildo Lover!"
"Damn it, who is it? Is it you who's behind this?!"
At this moment, Riddle's facial features were contorted with rage.
If he possessed a real flesh and blood body, he would surely vomit blood on the spot!
You should know that ever since he was made into a Horcrux, he has been resentfully living in his diary for fifty years!
Having finally devised a way to resurrect herself, having absorbed enough emotions and magic, and having used Harry as a shield to break free from the constraints of the diary,
Finally, I've met the right person; I can show off in front of them.
But at this moment of revealing his mysterious identity and showing off his divine power, someone actually plotted against him.
He was already cursing under his breath.
You damn fake penis enthusiast, your whole family are enthusiasts!
The atmosphere at the scene shifted dramatically from dangerous and tense to comical.
At least Hermione and Ciri couldn't hold back their laughter and burst out laughing.
Gilderoy Lockhart, who had been forcibly knocked unconscious by Levin and brought to the secret room, and who had been trembling in the corner after waking up (icj), couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"I'll teach you to laugh!" Riddle angrily swung his wand, "[Retreat Three Feet]!"
"Oh!"
Lockhart, who had just woken up, was sent flying four or five meters by this heavy blow.
Why did you hit me!
Lockhart shouted as he flew out.
Then he slammed his head against the wall and passed out again.
Why else?
Of everyone here, you're the worst, and you laugh the loudest.
Levin and his two companions are all ruthless; Riddle might not be able to defeat them in one move.
So, if I want to vent my anger, I can only take it out on a weakling like you?
Then, Riddle looked at Levin in front of him.
To be able to interfere with the spell he casts when he is just short of target, thereby humiliating him.
Of the three people on the other side, he's probably the only one who could do that.
“Levin Green…who gave you the audacity to pull such a stunt in front of me?” Riddle glared at Levin and said sternly, “Or is it because you don’t know who I am, and therefore you are not in awe of me?”
"Swear allegiance to me before I take action, and I may spare your life."
"Loyalty? To you?"
Having learned about the other party's actions, Levin had no reason to tolerate him any longer.
"Don't think no one knows your identity. You're just Voldemort."
Levin's voice was so soft, as if he were referring to the most insignificant piece of trash in the wastebasket.
"Sixteen-year-old Voldemort... Tom, who do you think you are, to expect me to swear allegiance? You're not worthy!"
"But you, if you surrender now and obediently hand over the basilisk, I might spare your life!"
He was full of confidence when facing Tom Riddle.
Tom Riddle was indeed a genius from a young age, otherwise he wouldn't have become the second Dark Lord.
His talent was evident even before he enrolled at Hogwarts, and during his years there, he achieved remarkable feats time and time again, and quickly won over a group of Slytherin students.
You might not know what it means to complete a seven-year course in just one Kun year.
We usually only use two words to describe this kind of person: weirdo!
Unfortunately, Tom Riddle, this academic oddball, encountered Levin, this bug.
While eccentric behavior can be understood as a talent, bugs transcend the rules.
But Tom Riddle was unaware of this; his understanding of Hogwarts came entirely from Ron's memories.
But Ron didn't know much about Levin.
Even though he had described Levin's genius as best he could, it still sounded distorted to Tom Riddle.
To put it bluntly, Tom Riddle, the heir to Slytherin, would never be afraid of a Muggle-born genius.
"Since you refuse to obey, there's nothing I can do."
Riddle's tone was full of regret. He waved his hand, and the basilisk behind him obediently crawled towards him.
Then Levin heard Riddle's hissing sound.
"Kill them."
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Chapter 149 Feathered Serpent vs. Basilisk
Upon receiving its master's command, the basilisk raised its enormous head and lunged at the three people in front of it.
This terrifying monster was over fifteen meters long and its body was thicker than the largest water bucket.
But his attacks were more precise and silent than the deadliest venomous snake.
It truly deserves to be called the king of snakes.
Riddle knew perfectly well that his opponent had known about his basilisk all along, which was why they always wore eye patches when they appeared.
But wearing blindfolds meant they gave up their primary means of observation: sight.
But the basilisk is, after all, a snake, and these quiet creatures are best at ambushing.
Losing sight and being unable to detect the basilisk through hearing and smell is still a death sentence.
But he didn't know that Levin in front of him actually possessed the special ability of "psychic power," and he didn't know that while using psychic power to detect, he was also simultaneously transmitting psychic power to all his companions.
So, as if they could see the basilisk's attack, Hermione and Ciri dodged to the sides.
Only Levin neither dodged nor avoided.
Just when Riddle thought he was foolishly throwing his life away, the most unbelievable thing happened.
Levin's body suddenly began to swell, then transformed into a feathered serpent with wings on its back and feathers all over its body, several times smaller than the basilisk.
With a flap of its wings, it soared into the air, nimbly dodging the basilisk's attack.
"This is... the legendary feathered serpent! Your Animagus is a magical creature called a feathered serpent... wait, Ron clearly said your Animagus is a giant eagle, what's going on?"
Riddle found it unbelievable, but he soon had no time to think about it anymore, because the two girls had their eyes on him.
"【Eliminate your weapon】!"
Hermione's attack was swift and accurate; she was already beside Riddle before he could even prepare.
However, due to insufficient magic power, its power is lacking.
He opened it in one go.
But the real killer move comes from Ciri.
The female witch cast a speed spell on herself from the start.
Combined with her already agile skills, her movements were as fast as lightning.
Before Riddle could even see her clearly, she had already appeared in front of him in a flash.
The arcane sword in his hand swung down towards his forehead.
This sudden attack caught Riddle off guard, leaving him no choice but to instinctively dodge to the side.
But Riddle did not panic when he saw the weapon the other party was using.
"What era are we living in? Still using traditional cold weapons? Don't you know that cold weapons can't cut through intangible objects?"
Riddle, relying on his ghost-like physique, was completely unafraid of being cut by the longsword.