blogombal Chapter 174 Voldemort Beheads Scarface
Chapter 174 Voldemort Beheads Scarface
Chapter 175 (5.6k long chapter) Voldemort beheads Scarface
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Meanwhile, Harry, with his sharp eyes wide open, had already seen through Voldemort's hiding place inside Helena's body.
He immediately drew his dagger and plunged it into her abdomen, piercing her heart instantly.
This unexpected attack left not only Ron, who was standing nearby, completely stunned, but also Rowena, who had weathered many storms, speechless.
It wasn't until Harry pulled out the knife and spread his five fingers to probe inside his abdomen that the two of them snapped out of their daze.
One was so panicked he almost lost his mind, and the other was so angry his phoenix eyes stood on end; they both tried to stop him.
Suddenly, a "hiss" was heard, and a locket shrouded in black mist shot out from Helena's belly. The black mist surged like ink, resembling a malevolent creature from the deepest hell.
The young woman slumped backward, and Harry pulled her into his arms, quickly casting a healing spell.
After hastily treating the knife wound, he tossed the man to Rowena, shouting:
"I only gave you a quick bandage; please use your more powerful methods to treat me more thoroughly, sister!"
When Rowena saw the locket hanging in mid-air, he immediately understood that Helena's frequent spitting of blood was not due to the magic of the little elf eroding her internal organs, but rather because there was a foreign object in her stomach.
She held her adopted daughter and cast several healing spells. When Helena's face regained its color, she stood up, staring coldly at the fleeing pendant, and raised her wand.
"Death paves the way."
As soon as the incantation was uttered, hundreds of dark, sinister hands suddenly emerged from the ground in the lush, dense forest.
Their wild, flailing movements resembled the ravenous demons begging for mercy before the Yama's Palace, where they were being tortured in the Mirror of Retribution.
Anything touched by those black claws, whether grass, trees, snakes, or insects, immediately rots and decays, turning into ashes.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Scottish Highlands had become a desolate wasteland, the black soil scorched and barren, devoid of any sign of life.
The locket, having lost its cover and with nowhere to hide, simply revealed its true form.
The pendant trembled wildly for a moment, and wisps of black smoke seeped out from the seam, condensing into a figure in flowing black robes—it was Tom Riddle.
Harry looked closely and realized that the fellow looked several years older than he had in the diary, with an even deeper sinister look in his eyes.
Rowena, being the most knowledgeable and experienced, remained calm, narrowing her eyes slightly as she said:
"Hornets?"
"You look only sixteen or seventeen?"
"It's incredible that the Kingdom of Alba would produce a wizard with such magical talent as you."
Tom bowed deeply, his eyes gleaming. "Your praise is my greatest honor, Ms. Ravenclaw."
Rowena ignored this and asked only, "So, you killed all the Muggles in that village?"
"Ah, you should know, Madam Ravenclaw. The elves have discovered this human settlement, and these Muggles will eventually be tortured to death, but I'll make sure they die with dignity."
"No one feels pain when they are made to look like they have been slaughtered by elves."
Without another word, Rowena raised his staff and chanted an incantation, "Execute him immediately."
With a loud "bang," a white streak shot out from the tip of the staff.
The white curse was like a thunderclap from the heavens, whipping up a fierce wind. Its residual power cracked the ground, and in an instant, it crashed down in front of Tom.
Seeing that things were going badly, Tom's body suddenly dissipated, turning back into a wisp of black smoke and "whoosh" shrinking back into the locket.
Bai Hong's attack missed its mark and struck the mountain behind him.
In the blink of an eye, the huge mountain disappeared without a trace, leaving not a speck of dust or gravel.
The crack in the rock shone with a bluish light, and the cross-section was as straight as a mirror, even more perfectly aligned than a jade disc polished by a skilled craftsman.
Harry, who was watching closely, was secretly amazed: "My sister's methods are truly capable of destroying mountains and overturning seas; they are truly divine!"
He and Ron each took their weapons and were about to step forward to help when Tom suddenly darted out of the pendant, raised his wand, and unleashed a spell that struck Rowena's head.
The incoming curse was unremarkable; Rowena simply swung her wand downwards, directing the curse toward the ground.
The moment it touched the ground, the magical light faded, but a cracking sound rang out from within.
It turned out that the spell was just a feint, containing a time converter shaped like an hourglass.
The hourglass shattered, and a silver-white halo, two zhang in diameter, burst forth, enveloping Rowena within it.
The light wheel spun rapidly, then abruptly retracted around the broken hourglass. When the light wheel had completely retracted, Rowena had vanished without a trace.
Tom, seeing that his plan had succeeded, let out a long sigh of relief and turned to Harry, saying:
"I'm really curious, Potter, how did you spot my weakness?"
Harry's eyes flashed like lightning as he locked onto Tom, pacing back and forth as he sneered:
"You scoundrel, you're like an eel slithering into a hole, only caring about your head and not your rear! Just by looking at the way you wield your knife and fork, I know there's something fishy going on!"
Listen, dear reader: It turns out that Harry had already observed the behavior of those spoiled brats while dining in the Noble Club's tent.
Each of them put on airs, and their movements with knives and forks were so methodical that it was utterly tiresome to watch.
On his way down the mountain, he found Helena's eating and drinking manners displeasing. Upon closer inspection, he realized that her eating habits were exactly the same as Draco's!
"My sister Rowena is a chivalrous woman who lives a life of chivalry and vengeance, while Helena is an orphan girl raised in the countryside. How could she have learned such ways?"
"You pretentious scoundrel, you have to put on such a stale, aristocratic air even when eating a bird's nest!"
After hearing this, Tom nodded frankly and said, "It was my carelessness."
"You're much smarter than I thought, Potter."
Harry scoffed. "Stop talking nonsense. I only have one question: where is my sister Rowena?"
Tom casually nodded his chin at the broken hourglass and said:
"When I traveled back in time at the Ministry of Magic, I also took a Time-Turner and made some modifications to its internal structure."
"I originally intended to use it for Dumbledore, but unfortunately you didn't bring him along."
"For a long time to come, Ms. Ravenclaw, who is at another point in time, will not bother us anymore."
At this point, a cold glint flashed in Tom's eyes, sending chills down one's spine.
"It's just you and me."
Seeing his menacing aura, Ron, though trembling like a reed in the wind, clenched his teeth tightly, propped his willow demon staff on the ground, and took a step forward.
"I'm still here! I'm here too!"
Tom glanced at him sideways and sneered:
"You dare to challenge me?"
The smile was tinged with utter contempt, more like looking at a stray dog howling at the moon than at a person.
Ron's heart pounded like a drum, but it also churned with anger.
He immediately closed his eyes tightly, no longer looking at the soul that chilled him to the bone, took a few breaths, and chanted "Blazing Fire".
The moment the incantation was uttered, a towering crimson flame suddenly burst forth from the tip of the staff, as if an alchemical furnace had overturned and fire crows were dancing wildly.
But he kept his eyes closed, relying on the wind to orient himself. As he leaped into the air, his clothes fluttered, and the willow-shaped magic staff, carrying the force of splitting a mountain, slashed down at the spot where Tom was standing.
Seeing this opportunity, Harry also drew his wand, cast a few spells, and aimed straight for Tom's vitals.
The two attacked with lightning speed, but Tom strolled around leisurely, simply tapping his wand lightly in the air to cast an armor charm, blocking both Harry and Ron's attacks without moving an inch.
He stood within the magical barrier, peering at the two outside, and said sneer:
"To be honest, Potter, you underestimate me. You brought your freckled, brainless henchmen a thousand years ago in an attempt to wipe me out."
"While the Muggles in that village aren't enough to restore me to my prime, they're more than enough to deal with you."
These words were like knives, piercing Ron's ears, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge and an unnamed anger to overwhelm the fear in his chest.
Suddenly, he opened his tiger-like eyes wide, his eyes bloodshot, as if he were about to spit fire.
"If you're saying they have no brains!"
"I think no one can compare to that person who keeps splitting souls and creating Horcruxes!"
After saying that, Ron reached up and yanked a lock of red hair from the top of his head, put it to his mouth and blew hard, and then cast the Transfiguration spell.
But those strands of red hair fell to the ground and fluttered, instantly transforming into a dozen or so Ron figures wielding willow sticks, each with angry glares and furrowed brows.
This ingenious method of creating a clone was something he had secretly memorized when he overheard Harry and Hermione discussing the overlapping class schedules at the beginning of the school year, and how to use two people at once.
After countless hours of practice, I have finally achieved some success. It's just a pity that although my hair can transform into human form, my feet seem to be rooted to the spot, and I can't move.
The dozen or so Ron shouted in unison, their voices shaking the surrounding area. Each of them steadied themselves, gripped their willow sticks tightly, and thrust forward with all their might!
But then a loud "boom" was heard, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open. A huge crater seven or eight feet deep was blasted out where Tom had just stood, with soil and rocks flying everywhere and dust obscuring the view.
"Your stick is really annoying."
Suddenly, Tom's voice rang out from mid-air. When they looked up, they found that the fellow was now suspended in the clouds, his wand pointing to the sky, chanting incantations.
In an instant, dark clouds gathered, thunder rumbled, and a torrential downpour poured down like a silver river cascading down. The raindrops were as dense as curtains and as sharp as arrows, hitting people so hard they couldn't open their eyes.
It was also streaked with lightning, like golden snakes darting about. Every time there was a loud "crack" and a thunderous explosion, a bolt of lightning would strike straight down.
Those dozen or so clones were instantly struck by the lightning and turned into their original forms, transforming into crimson hairs that fluttered to the ground.
Ron wielded his staff, struggling to parry the lightning bolts from the sky while protecting himself. He was in a state of disarray, and the continuous lightning bolts forced him into a dilemma.
Seeing that this method worked, Tom ignored it and turned to stare at Harry.
The torrential rain poured down, soaking him completely. A few strands of wet hair clung to his forehead, making his face appear even more ferocious. His eyes revealed a murderous intent, like a hungry tiger eyeing a lamb.
The two men stared at each other for a moment in the pouring rain, then suddenly shouted in unison, raising their staffs and chanting incantations.
"Ultimate Avada Kedavra!"
"Ultimate Avada Kedavra!"
Two beams of emerald-green incantation light burst forth from the tips of their staffs, colliding in mid-air like two green pythons locked in a struggle, their movements intertwined and neither gaining the upper hand.
Harry was startled to see that he had also used the techniques taught by Rowena.
Tom noticed the surprise and doubt on his face and said with a sinister smile:
"I forgot to tell you, Potter, I was also listening in when Madam Ravenclaw was teaching magic."
Upon hearing this, Harry felt as if he had been enlightened, and all his previous doubts were now resolved.
It turns out that Voldemort went to great lengths, traversing thousands of years, precisely to learn the various forms of dark magic that had been lost to later generations.
It should be noted that, following the call of the International Federation of Wizards, the magic ministries of various countries have classified many insidious spells as black magic, and all kinds of evil books and secret texts have been burned.
Even with his extraordinary talent, Voldemort could never fully comprehend the mysteries of dark magic throughout his life.
Only by returning to the barbaric era when forbidden arts were rampant can one fully absorb the essence of all schools of black magic.
Although Harry understood everything, there was still one thing he didn't understand: if the locket had already been rewound, why did it have to reappear in Umbridge's necklace?
However, the situation was critical at the moment, and he had no time to think it over. He immediately rallied his spirits, raised his staff, and resumed the fight.
"Break - Avada Kedavra!"
"Break - Avada Kedavra!"
"Chain - Heart-Piercing Bone-Cutting!"
"Chain - Heart-Piercing Bone-Cutting!"
"Flesh and blood are precious and fragile!"
"Flesh and blood are precious and fragile!"
The two fought for three hundred rounds, their battle filled with crisscrossing spells and intertwined demonic shadows, creating a scene of utter desolation and chaos, yet neither could gain the upper hand.
Tom's heart sank, and he cursed under his breath.
Damn!
His talent in magic is no less than mine!
If this drags on, I'll lose!
It turns out that the time converter could only send Rowena to another timeline for half an hour. Once the time was up, Rowena would return, and they would be trapped like turtles in a jar.
Thinking of this, Tom suddenly cast a spell, feinted an attack, swayed back several steps, and shouted:
"Let's end it here, Harry!"
"We were all taught by the same teacher, so we can't break each other's moves!"
Harry took a few breaths, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and said sharply, "In that case, we'll use some methods outside our sect!"
Before he finished speaking, the scarred man took off his black gloves and forced out the poison from his palm.
A shimmering, emerald-green poison, imbued with magical power, shot straight for the locket in Tom's pocket.
As the snake venom drew closer, Tom realized that it contained a hidden Soul Destroyer and quickly dodged it.
He immediately channeled all his magic into the thunderclouds in the sky, and in an instant, lightning bolts crackled, thunder roared, and streaks of colorful light chased after Harry and struck down.
Harry was distracted by the lightning strike, and Tom seized the opportunity without hesitation, raising his staff and shouting:
"Burning Flames!"
A streak of eerie blue flame shot out from the tip of the staff, striking Harry's robes squarely.
Good for Harry! Remaining calm in the face of danger, he grabbed his clothes with both hands and yanked hard, managing to fling the burning robes away like shedding snake skin.
He then tapped his wand lightly, and two streaks of light shot out from the fire—the Invisibility Cloak and the Animagus Potion in his arms.
Tom, with his sharp eyes, spotted the crimson liquid in the bottle, frowned, and was immediately taken aback.
Is that the Animagus potion?
Has the thundercloud I summoned matured?
A thought flashed through his mind, and he unleashed all his magical power, casting a spell that shattered the medicine bottle in mid-air.
He then waved his wand again, and the red medicine seemed to come alive as it twisted in mid-air and poured straight into Harry's throat.
As the medicine entered his stomach, Harry felt as if his limbs and bones had been healed by an axe, his veins bulged as if about to burst, and his face was distorted like a demon descending to earth.
Seeing that the situation was under control, Tom looked smug and laughed, "You really should have buried it in the ground like most people, instead of carrying it with you."
"Of course, you can also try to duel me while you're in human form. Who knows, maybe you'll transform into some powerful magical creature and destroy me?"
Tom sneered and raised his wand to end Harry's life.
Just then, a willow branch suddenly appeared, snatched up Harry and the Invisibility Cloak on the ground, and flung them more than 30 feet away.
"Voldemort!"
"Your Grandpa Ron isn't dead yet!"
Ron, his face charred black from the lightning strike, his eyes bloodshot and bulging, stared at Tom like a madman, roaring:
"Harry! Go digest the potion!"
"Leave this to me!"
Harry knew this was not the time to make excuses, so he gritted his teeth, grabbed the Invisibility Cloak, put it on, and vanished instantly.
When Tom saw the cooked duck fly away on its own, his face immediately darkened, and he brandished his cane and roared angrily.
"Ultimate Avada Kedavra!"
Ron didn't answer. He flicked the Willow Demon Staff in his hand, and the tip of the staff grew to a hundred feet long, colliding with the green light.
The blazing green light slowly eroded the willow wood. Although new branches and leaves kept sprouting from the stick, it was ultimately no match for the deadly curse.
Just as the willow wood was losing its momentum and the green light was about to penetrate the stick, strands of silver light suddenly appeared from the cracks in the stick, which was the time converter showing its power.
But then, the light swirled around the staff, and as if time had reversed, the willow tree began to grow wildly, once again locked in a stalemate with the deadly curse.
Upon seeing this, Tom's temples bulged with veins, and he poured all his magic into it.
The killing curse instantly surged in power, shattering the willow wood with overwhelming force and striking Ron squarely in the chest.
Ron's body stiffened abruptly, his expression frozen, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
"brother!"
Harry was halfway through his transformation when he saw his brother die, and he could no longer restrain himself.
He abruptly ripped off the invisibility cloak, his eyes bulging and bleeding, and charged forward without regard for anything else.
Tom had been waiting for this moment. With a flick of his wand, another Killing Curse pierced the air.
As the green light flashed, Harry's body crashed to the ground, like a kite with a broken string, following in Ron's footsteps.
Tom saw that the two men were dead, and then the thunderclouds in the sky dissipated, his chest heaving like a bellows as he gasped for breath.
He walked to Harry's body and said softly, "Potter, this is what happens when you go against me."
After saying this, he used his magic to cut off Harry's head, and then leaped away.
From then on, Tom found a secluded mountain dwelling, sealed Harry's head in ice, and worked day and night to forge magical artifacts.
After twenty long years, he finally created a time converter capable of traversing a thousand years of history. During this time, he also mastered all kinds of dark magic, honing his abilities to be all-powerful.
When he returned to 1993, he immediately activated the Dark Mark, gathered the Death Eaters, and launched a massive attack on Hogwarts, causing the terrified students of the Four Houses to flee in panic.
"Harry Potter is dead!"
"Submission to me is your only way to survive!"
"Did the Horcrux still damage your brain, Tom?"
Tom turned around sharply and saw Dumbledore standing behind him. His silver beard was flowing, and he stood tall, as always.
Tom said no more, but simply ordered his men to bring him a frozen head.
The White Demon King frowned, lightly waved his wand to take the head and examine it closely. Instantly, his face turned ashen, and he swayed precariously.
"Harry?!"
"No! How could this be!"
"Nothing is impossible." Tom, wand in hand, a fierce glint in his eyes, said, "Neither the Deathly Hallows nor Horcruxes are necessary for me now!"
Having said that, he engaged Dumbledore in battle.
Dumbledore's teachings distracted Harry, causing him to reveal a weakness in no time. Tom then struck him with a single shot, killing Harry instantly.
From then on, the British magical world collapsed like a edifice, and within half a month, all the European countries submitted.
Before a month had passed, the Magical Congress of America was also breached, and Muggles prostrated themselves in worship, while wizards recited its pure-blood decrees.
The entire world, once glorious, now belongs to Tom.
"My great master, I have some questions while reading your biography."
In the magnificent palace, a witch suddenly appeared, her face beaming with a fawning smile, her back bent like a frost-covered sorghum stalk, holding a thick book high in both hands. She shuffled step by step toward the throne made of Muggle bones.
Tom, seated upright, propped his chin on one arm, twirling a skull between his fingers, making a whirring sound, and said with his eyelids half-open:
"Please speak, my good servant."
"You said in the book that you went back a thousand years to learn real magic, but why did you put the great Horcrux back around the neck of that woman named Umbridge?"
Tom chuckled. "I'll forgive your foolishness for now. My research on Horcruxes goes far beyond simply imitating those who came before."
"In the time since the great sage Herpo invented it, countless wizards have tried to take Horcruxes to the next level."
The witch looked at Tom and her heart fluttered.
"Master, please tell me."
"It's very simple. I just made it possible for each Horcrux to share memories."
"If the sinner Potter destroys the locket a thousand years from now, then the other me will gain access to the results of all the sages' research on magic over the past thousand years."
Upon hearing this, the witch's fawning smile faded, and she nodded, "I see..."
Tom squinted, about to speak, when suddenly startled, he stood up abruptly, drew his wand, pointed it to the sky, and roared:
"Destroy the illusion and reveal the truth!"
Before the incantation had even finished, the entire hall vanished without a trace, like a dream or a bubble.
Upon closer inspection, there was no longer any palace or throne; it was clearly still in the desolate mountains of the Scottish Highlands.
There were no corpses at his feet, only Ron standing with his cane, chuckling.
"Don't look at me, Voldemort, look up."
Tom looked up sharply and saw a dragon hanging in mid-air, its red whiskers like flames and its scales like knives, all standing on end.
The Classic of Mountains and Seas states:
In the Eastern Sea there is a clam, with horns like a dragon, red mane, and scales all reversed below its waist.
It is most adept at blinding people; it can exhale to create towers and pavilions, and conjure up images of cities and towns, which are called mirages. Those who hear its sound are dazzled, and those who see its form are bewildered.
(End of this chapter)