Harry Potter: Super Magic God

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Chapter 640 Prison Riddle

George said slowly, "I have to say that compared to other people's wisdom increases with age. Tom, you are indeed an anomaly. When you are the most wise, it is when you are young."

He smiled lightly, "As your strength increases, your brain becomes more and more difficult to function."

The thick ink on the ground swallowed the two figures, began to shrink again, turned into a figure, and stood up.

"In the face of a strong man like you, anyone will show a cautious side." Riddle said calmly, "Facing the respect of the strong is a necessary skill for the weak."

He looked at George with complicated eyes and admitted that he was weak, which was an experience he had never had for many years.

He had thought it was an experience he would never have again. But facing this terrifying young man who was far younger than him, he only felt a chill in his heart. The opponent's growing strength and unfathomable potential gave him a fear of not seeing the boundaries.

When he saw him for the first time, he could barely see the strength of the other party, and he once laughed at the other party's self-control. But after several meetings, the other party used his actions to slap him again and again.

In a short period of time, the opponent's strength has become bottomless like an abyss.

What made him even more chilling was that the Horcruxes that he thought were absolutely safe were thrown in front of him one by one silently.

The Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts, only he knows the location. It was Hogwarts' deepest secret, and he had always believed that it was a secret that only he could discover. But that piece of soul fragment had already entered his stomach.

No one knew that he and the Gaunt family were relatives. He had been hiding this relationship, and there were no clues pointing to him. No one should have known the location of the ring. But that piece of soul fragment had just entered his stomach.

The Horcrux hidden by the seaside of the orphanage was his most powerful arrangement.

At that time, his strength was comparable to that of Dumbledore. He made foolproof defenses. He laid the most perfect defenses, many traps and defenses.

Hidden locations, huge corpse army, impossible traps, he made perfect preparations. Even if Dumbledore found the place where he hid the Horcrux, he couldn't get the Horcrux, he was convinced. urban rune

But that piece of soul fragment had just entered his stomach.

This silent blow, this invisible pressure, is more powerful than any verbal persuasion and bewitchment. Like silent slaps, one after another hit his face, making his face hot.

Like giving alms, like feeding a puppy.

For the sake of immortality, he exhausted his mind, suffered torment and split his soul, the most precious treasures that he made, those Horcruxes that represented his immortal body.

His Horcruxes were forced to swallow one by one by the other party.

This is simply a shame.

His face was extremely calm, but his heart was like a violent sea, rolling up endless stormy waves.

Riddle lifted his spirits, and with a gentle smile, he said politely, "It's a good hospitality, but I'm not going to thank you. Although I don't know what you're calculating, you're definitely not at ease. Be kind."

He had never figured out that this terrifying opponent had captured him without destroying his soul. But what kind of plan does he have to bring his soul back together. But he wasn't going to give in, it was the only pride he could be sure of, a conceit that wouldn't give in even in death.

"But this is also your chance, isn't it?" George said in a high voice, "The lamb to be slaughtered, when it encounters a chance to escape, it will always try, isn't it?"

Riddle nodded seriously and said calmly, "Since you are willing to take risks, as a prisoner, I am naturally willing to play such a game.

After all, as long as you live, there will always be hope of a comeback. "

As long as there is any chance to live, he will not let it go. In this life, he is chasing immortality. Even in the face of this unprecedented terrifying opponent in front of him, he will not give up, nor will he despair.

There was a gleam in his eyes, not to mention that the other party was obviously playing with fire.

The fused soul makes him stronger and stronger. As long as the other party has something in his heart, it will reveal flaws sooner or later. All he has to do is wait quietly.

"If you think it's okay to just wait quietly, that's too easy."

[Comprehensive] The winner of life

George saw through Voldemort's mind at a glance, and he said in an unquestionable tone, "As the price for me to temporarily let you go, you must escape in my hands, I will not use magic power higher than yours, But I won't show mercy."

"Show the strength of your soul fusion."

George's tone was eager to try, and he said in a commanding tone, "Prove me your worth! Tom Riddle."

Riddle's face showed a displeased look, "I hope you can always maintain such a high attitude. After all, any negligence will make you the biggest laughing stock in the world."

The other party's deliberate provocation, which condensed into substantial oppression, finally made it impossible for him to deal with it calmly.

He was burning with anger, his body sank slightly, and he had entered a state of battle.

As he spoke, the thick blackness spread from his body again.

"You need a new trick, Tom," George exclaimed.

Substantial oppressive force pressed against Riddle like a tide, and the thick ink-like darkness seemed to be blocked by the waves, and it rolled back quickly.

Riddle stepped on a brisk pace, as if he was sliding on the ice, without any warning, the person had quickly drifted back.

"I have enough means here." Tom Riddle retorted unceremoniously.

"I just hope you can laugh later, and being defeated by your own prisoners is not a glorious thing."

He sneered arrogantly, "I'm looking forward to watching you go wild, it must be more vivid than your current dead face."

George strode forward, pressing step by step, he smiled slightly, "I hope your performance will be better than your eloquence, if so, I can consider changing you a cage."

"For example," he smiled contemptuously, "maybe you need a bigger space, or how about a Quidditch pitch, which is more spacious."

Riddle said dismissively, "Those children's things, you should enjoy yourself."

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