novelslam Chapter 1048 Tom's Death
Chapter 1048 Tom's Death
Chapter 1048 Tom's Death
Tom stood in the valley, holding a Slytherin wand in his left hand, and rubbing the Resurrection Stone on his thumb with his right.
A horcrux... also called a spirit body, an evil black magic with the effect of immortality.
As a former Horcrux, Tom is no stranger to this, and even understands it more deeply than anyone else.
But few people know that the inventor of the Horcrux is called the despicable Hai Erbo.
He is a dark wizard in ancient Greece, not only a Parseltongue, but also the first existence to breed a basilisk.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he was the Dark Lord of that era.
As the first inventor of 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, turned them into provinces, and finally included the entire Mediterranean Sea as its own inland sea.
Since then, the ancient Greek era, which has gone through 650 years, has come to an end.
According to the records in Slytherin's notes: The Big Four met Hai Erbo.
From ancient Greece to the era of the Big Four, there is a span of thousands of years.
This is much longer than the 600 years of Nicole Flamel's horror, isn't it considered a long life?
Of course!
But Haierbo was unlucky, he met the Big Four.
The great battle was fought to the edge of the magic world, the sky was darkened, and even the Dao was wiped out...
Four against one, the Big Four had a slight upper hand, but they couldn't completely kill Hai Erbo.
After all, Haierbo has a horcrux, which belongs to the immortal body, even if the body dies, he can be resurrected quickly.
For thousands of years, the Big Four had no way of knowing the number of his Horcruxes and where they were hidden.
Therefore, Slytherin invented a magic for the Horcrux, cutting off the connection between Hai Erbo and the Horcrux.
Then...the four giants beheaded Haierbo, and he couldn't be resurrected at all!
Slytherin was also the first wizard to create a magic that could restrain Horcruxes.
This incident, as well as that magic, was written by Slytherin in his notes.
Tom knew how to cut off the Horcrux connection when he found the note.
But he is only a 16-year-old soul, and his magic power is also fixed at this age.
He couldn't activate this level of magic at all.But Slytherin left the magic in the wand.
As long as it cooperates with the wand, the connection can be severed.
Tom had been preparing for this night for four years and hissed as he grabbed his wand.
The basilisk pattern on the wand swam out and wrapped around his arm. This scene was extremely weird.
The magic in Tom's body surged like a tide, and after he finished chanting the spell, the snake had already swam across him.
The huge magic power in the basilisk rushed out instantly, overflowing the entire cave.
Immediately afterwards, the basilisk made a scream that didn't look like a snake at all, and its huge figure was projected into the cave.
Under Tom's gaze, the basilisk gradually turned into a wizard with a wand in his mouth and a black robe all over his body.
The wizard stretched out his hand, which was a hand with only four bony fingers. With a slight hook, he hooked Tom's soul out.
In the soul, there are seven white silk threads coming out of the body, like seven swimming snakes.
It's just two of them, which have been disconnected at some point, and a silk thread, which is connected to the Slytherin ring on Tom's hand.
Tom knelt down on one knee, his head bowed, the arm holding the cane was trembling, and he slid down hard.
The black-robed wizard grabbed his 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, looking through Snape's textbook.
He had known Snape differently since Christmas, and liked the book more and more.
Harry turned his textbook on its side, poring over a spell written in the scrawled handwriting.
When Snape was young, he seemed to have put a lot of thought into this spell.
After countless times of scribbling and correcting, finally on the corner of the page, these words were written crowded together:
Fuchsia (Silent)
Harry stared at the two words in brackets.Silent... Definitely a silent spell.
Harry wondered if he would be able to practice this particular spell successfully.He still wasn't comfortable with silent spells.
But he still wanted to learn it, so that he could show his skills to Snape later.
This is also impossible.
In a recent Defense Against the Dark Arts class, for the first time ever, Harry began raising his hand to answer questions.
But in the past Snape would take the initiative to call his name, but now he raised his hand and was directly ignored.
Harry didn't even notice that he looked 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, flicked it up slightly, and said silently 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 up Neville and the others.
Ron was sleeping naked, but now his head was hanging in the air, as if an invisible hook had caught his little brother, hanging him upside down.
Harry's attention was attracted by Ron somewhere, and he froze for a few seconds before shouting, "I'm sorry!"
Harry found the potions book and frantically flipped through the page just now, trying to find a solution to the spell.
At this moment, he let out a cry that was worse than Ron's.
Harry clutched the scar on his forehead and yelled.
At that moment, he felt as if something had been cut off from his body.
Neville and Dean looked at Harry who was hitting his head on the ground, and rushed out in a hurry, ready to call other students for help.
Ron was stunned.
It took a while for him to realize... No, Harry, you're going to be stunned.
I'm hanging naked in the air, and I'll be seen by other students in a while... Isn't this going to kill me? !
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Standing outside the valley, William felt a huge wave of magic.
The fluctuation appeared quickly and disappeared quickly.
He was really curious about what kind of magic to cut off the Horcrux connection.
It's a pity... I don't know where he hid that Slytherin notebook.
For Tom to agree to return his wand and stop the volcano from erupting...it's not that hard to understand.
Tom, like Voldemort, has 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 the Slytherin wand for the time being.
Just taking it later would give him back control of Ilvermorny, which Tom would surely like.
He still wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts back then, but after failing to apply for the job, he even cursed the position directly.
One can imagine how deep the obsession is!
This is human nature, greedy human nature.
In this regard, Hermione's analysis was correct, and thanks to her, she had a chance to save Ilvermorny after seeing through this point.
Footsteps sounded, William looked up, and Tom walked out of the valley.
"Come on, let's go to Ilvermorny now."
His temperament is completely different, and he has become more confident.
In other words, complacent.
Of course he was full of ambition, but in just four years, he completely got rid of his Horcrux identity and became a high-level purger, and he was about to master Ilvermorny.
Voldemort, this stupid body, hasn't conquered Britain for decades, but turned himself into that person, snake and snake!
"Let's go... The volcano is about to erupt, and we have to save the students of Ilvermorny."
There was a sneer at the corner of Tom's mouth: "I like being the savior the most..."
Suddenly, the pain hit.
Tingling.
tearing pain.
A stabbing pain.
The sharp sword cut through the soft flesh.Chest, heart.Tom's body tensed up, fighting the pain.
As the pain pulled Tom alive from his trance, he, covered in blood, cried out in pain.
Tom turned his head with difficulty, and saw Targaryen smiling, holding a goblin sword in his hand, and stabbing him into the back with the sword.
In order to ensure that Tom would die, William held the wand, and the curse came out through his body, revealing a particularly dazzling snow-bright light.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that at this moment, everything is silent.
Tom stared, gasping for breath... and fell to the ground alone, looking at the Targaryen in bewilderment.
He was so confused...
"why?!"
why! !
William said hoarsely, "Because I'm a good man, Tom!"
In a trance, there seemed to be two faces, one was Targaryen and the other was Stark, and the two kept overlapping and separating.
The double image finally disappeared, Tom saw the face clearly, and he murmured:
"You are not Targaryen, you are William Stark?"
William nodded slightly.
Tom twitched the corner of his mouth, his breathing gradually weakened, and watched the other party take the wand and ring.
"When... did you capture Targaryen?!"
"Wrong." William wiped the blood on the sword, with a mocking smile on his lips:
"There was never a Targaryen, he was me, I was him. You have been... cheated from the beginning.
You fool! "
William smiled at him, and said slowly, with a clear mouth, "Thank you, Tom. Enjoy death.
I will send Voldemort to see you. "
Tom didn't hear anything, William's voice seemed to be far away, and his vision was blurred.
Tom couldn't believe this was the end of his life.
But he could only struggle feebly, panting, and ushered in the final outcome...he...or the past...or the future...will all end.
He really wanted William to say a few more words, but there was only a blinding light in front of his eyes and a buzzing in his ears.
Then, there is darkness.
Tom Riddle is gone.
William stood aside, and after confirming that Tom was really dead, he searched the body again.
But there was no Slytherin's notebook to be found.
William felt a little sorry, but the resurrection stone and wand were enough.
He glanced at the time, and it was almost time for the volcano to erupt completely. He turned into a sea eagle and flew towards Ilvermorny.
Tom's body, lying in the weeds, slowly turned 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, as if it was about to enjoy a meal.
An old man appeared out of nowhere, as if he had been there all along.
At least the crow didn't wake up, because it didn't see the old man at all.
The old man's dress is also very strange, he looks like a witch but not a witch, like a Taoist but not a Taoist, like a monk but not a monk...
Priests, imams, Buddhas... the decorations of many sects can be found on him.
The old man looked at Tom's body, and his lifeless eyes seemed to see through him, looking directly into nothingness.
Tom's frozen expression expressed pain and regret.
A gust of wind blew by, and both Tom and the old man disappeared.
The crow quacked in confusion as it flapped its wings in vain search for its vanished dinner.
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(End of this chapter)