Thinking of this, Voldemort then asked, "What's your name?"
Before you die, at least know your name.
"Cedric Diggory," the brown-haired boy called out his name proudly.
"Why the hell are you yelling like that?" Voldemort thought to himself, finding an excuse for the boy's death.
"Don't go!" x4
Four voices echoed in the spacious hall.
Cedric turned his head and gave a relaxed smile: Harry and the others are here!
Seeing Cedric turn around to taunt and mock Harry, Krum and Phoebe: Oh no, Cullen is trying to trick Cedric into becoming a sacrifice for Voldemort.
Voldemort, now with his vision limited by the Gemstone: What? There are four more brats? Does this mean Cedric won't die? I've already chosen the sacrifices, would changing them now make me seem unfaithful? What a happy dilemma.
"It's too late." Voldemort let out a cold laugh.
The vibrant colors instantly filled the entire hall, giving it the feel of a 90s disco.
"Master, you..."
The brown-haired boy's skin turned pale instantly, and he collapsed to the ground.
The light went out, and the hall fell into darkness again. A hazy shadow broke free from the colored stones.
Naked, a blurry, wax-like silhouette.
(Accompanied by a close-up of the groin area with unclear meaning, many male and female wizards futilely covered their eyes.)
(Dumbledore couldn't help but observe closely, and noticed that this was similar to Gellert's.)
(Grindelwald scoffed dismissively, "Being young is one thing.")
(Voldemort: Ribbit! I don't want Dumbledore to see my body!)
(Bellatrix in Azkaban has a squinty look in her eyes, and her hand slowly moves downwards.)
(Hermione, whose perspective is blurred, is wondering why everyone is blushing.)
"What did you do to him?" The dagger instantly materialized in Cedric's hand, aimed at the shadow.
"This is all your fault." The shadow's pale fingers traced a line, and a black Cloak appeared from his fingertips, automatically enveloping his body.
(Dumbledore and Bellatrix, in different locations, sigh simultaneously.)
"It is your appearance that forces me to drain the life force of my beloved family."
As Voldemort spoke, he inwardly marveled at Cedric's good fortune. If the appearance of the four people in front of him hadn't given him more options, he would have simply drained Cedric of his life, instead of leaving him with a little bit of life left.
Cedric, lying on the ground, instantly shifted his gaze from a mixture of resentment and confusion to gratitude and bewilderment. "Master called me family? I am Master's family! Even if I die right now..."
If he weren't too weak to speak, he would have sung a hymn of loyalty to Voldemort.
Harry noticed the change in Cedric's eyes. Damn, this isn't right. It feels like Cedric is with Voldemort too.
Phoebe was filled with worry and shock. Wasn't the Magic Fairy Colorful Stone the Slytherin Heirloom? How could it be hiding a Voldemort? (Because of Riddle's existence, she could also recognize the fifteen-year-old version of Riddle in front of her.)
Krum had always believed that Cullen was a bad person, stared intently into Cullen's eyes. Ah, it seemed, perhaps, maybe, Cullen was a good person? The worry for Cedric and the rejection of Voldemort in his eyes were not fake.
None of Harry, or his two companions felt worried about Voldemort in front of them.
Krum still has another body outside, and he has already reported it to the professor, who is preparing to bring a professor-level expert to suppress it.
Voldemort, who can be taken down by just four Prefect, what's there to be afraid of?
This is why Dumbledore and the other audience members were still able to take a good look at the 15-year-old, youthful, and undisfigured Voldemort's body.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Voldemort trembled with rage as no one paid any attention to him.
For a moment, he recalled the past.
His extraordinary wisdom transformed the single-target Killing Curse into a chain of lightning-like green lights of death that could kill instantly upon contact.
However, faced with such a terrifying curse.
None of the students were afraid; they shielded others with their bodies and died with smiles on their faces.
Ultimately, he was captured by Dumbledore was disguised as Prefect was hiding in the back.
(For students who have already met the ascension criteria, know the truth in advance, but cannot commit suicide, the Killing Curse is a painless and rapid ascension curse.)
(The Prefect at the time: These dogs run too fast; we'd be too late to even get to our deaths.)
"Of course I'm not afraid." Krum stepped forward.
The one currently controlling this body is Fabian Prewett.
Knowing that Cullen might be innocent, Krum became withdrawn and chose to let the more powerful Fabian possess him to fight.
Krum's eyes were serious but tinged with contempt. Even if the level of magic in this world is higher, you are only a student of about fifteen years old, while I am an elite member of the Order of the Phoenix who has been fighting against Death Eater on the front lines for many years since graduation. My body itself is Magic Immortal Artifact —a creation of the Guna La Goddess of Darkness, which is far superior to a magic wand!
"Don't be afraid!" Harry and 'Krum' spoke almost simultaneously, and with a wave of their hands, shields appeared in their hands.
He wasn't afraid because the initial release of the Magic Immortal Artifact was at the level of a sixth or seventh-grade magic fairy, which he had already reached.
This Voldemort is nothing more than a little Kara that Prefect could easily suppress.
"Voldemort." Phoebe followed closely behind.
Although she couldn't absorb Magic Immortal Artifact into her body, she was personally trained by Dumbledore and had gathered the resources of the entire Wizarding World.
Voldemort, a mere fifteen-year-old student.
Cullen, also known as Cedric, looked speechless. "How can you guys be so brave?"
But inexplicably, he also stepped forward, his voice turning into a strange hissing sound, "Let me kill him! Tear him apart!"
But he could understand it.
"You little brats!" Voldemort was really furious. Four first- Little Magic Fairy weren't afraid of him at all.
In his extreme anger, one of the boys spoke Serpent Tongue, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
"You Serpent Tongue?" Harry even had the leisure to turn his head and look at Cullen.
This scene completely drove Voldemort to the brink of madness.
A ring with an ouroboros appeared on her Ouroboros.
"Guna La Goddess of Darkness — Avada —Slaughter!"
Green lightning chains enveloped the four of them.
(Voldemort: Damn, this guy is even better than me, and he's only fifteen or sixteen?)
(The audience began to worry about Harry and his friends; this Voldemort seemed even more formidable than those in their world.)
Although Voldemort himself was unaware of it, as a remnant of Riddle's soul, he also possessed elves, but the Magic Immortal Artifact were merely incomplete projections.
Therefore, the scene in the viewer's eyes instantly jumps to the Vice Castle Lord's office.
Riddle was already in his sixties but still looked like a young man in his late teens, opened his eyes and awoke from his slumber.
Through the resonance of the Magic Immortal Artifact, he sensed Voldemort.
"He's out! My embarrassing past!"
Then, the scene returned to the lobby.
[Mother]
Harry raised his shield high, accompanied by a faint, seemingly extinguishable white light, deflecting the incoming green lightning and returning along the same path.
Cullen, who had intended to dodge using the speed of [Dragon Bloodline], suddenly found himself frozen in place, his entire body encased in black heavy armor. As the chains that had sprung out, accompanied by black smoke, transformed into a giant snake head that swallowed the lightning, letting out a burp.
With a gentle wave of his hand, 'Krum' conjured a silver shield from thin air, aided by his Magic Immortal Artifact body and magic far exceeding his former power. Green lightning struck the shield. The shield remained intact, the lightning vanished, leaving only a deep, gong-like sound.
Phoebe stroked the gauntlet, a fiery phoenix appeared, engulfing the lightning and turning it Dotty sparks that vanished into thin air.
(Audience, is the magic education and Magic Immortal Artifact in this world really that powerful? They were able to crush Voldemort in less than four days!!??)
Voldemort didn't have time to get angry; the returning lightning forced him to concentrate fully.
"Avada Kedavra!"
He had no choice but to expend more magic to forcibly invoke the spell's name, unleashing a standard single-target Killing Curse that shattered the lightning.
Lying on the ground, Cedric began to question his existence, wondering if history hadn't been altered and whether his master and he were truly incompetent.
However, what he didn't know was that Voldemort had his sights set on his remaining life force.
"It's all fake. You couldn't possibly be that strong. You must be Dumbledore in disguise!"
"Yes! That's it! That must be it."
(Ron: "That Voldemort is such a loser.")
"I can still do it." Voldemort looked at Cedric on the ground.
Cullen, also known as Cedric, noticed Voldemort's gaze as he looked at his other self.
In desperation, he uttered the incantation, the name of the incantation in this world.
"Protego Totalum!"
The magic was drained away as if water had been pumped out, and the Protective Charm spirit noticed Cedric.
The feeling of being stared at was far stronger than with the Lumos, and the magic power drained from him far exceeded the contract with the Lumos. If he hadn't been in a state of liberation where his magic power had increased tenfold, he probably would have been completely drained.
As he discovered that his magic had mutated again, he could easily condense a shield with no blind spots, which meant he had made a pact with the Protective Charm.
A materialized, all-encompassing shield enveloped Cedric, a third-year student.
Voldemort, who had transformed into a shadow and attacked Cedric in the third year, was repelled and slammed heavily against the wall.
"You guys—" Voldemort, who had scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state, was caught in a dilemma. Should he just run away first?
"Harry, let's go! Don't let him get away!" Cullen, also known as Cedric, shouted.
"You called me Harry?" Harry was momentarily shocked.
In this world, his name is Daniel Kree.
The only people who knew he was Harry Potter were Phoebe, Krum, and Cedric had never shown up.
In that instant, he realized that Edward Cullen was actually their companion Cedric.
The same applies to Phoebe and Krum.
The three were incredibly embarrassed and just wanted to dig a hole and bury themselves. They had mistaken their companion for the Dark Magic Fairy from their mission and had always considered him their enemy.
At the same time, their gazes fell on Cedric, the third-year student lying dead on the ground. Was he the Dark Magic Fairy from the mission? Good heavens, the Dark Magic Fairy from the mission was indeed Cedric. In no time, they realized they hadn't made a mistake.
The Dark Magic Fairy in the mission = Edward Cullen = Cedric = Third-year student Cedric
Cullen, or Cedric, looked completely bewildered. "You don't know I'm Cedric? You don't think I'm the Dark Magic Fairy, do you?"
Cedric, a third-year student lying on the ground, was even more confused. His mind was already a mess because of the fan filter, so he began to wonder, "You are Cedric, then who am I?"
Even Voldemort, who had already run to the entrance of the hall, was surprised for a moment. There were two Cedric. Was the one I was inhaling real or fake?
"Stop him!" Phoebe was the first to notice something was wrong.
As she swung her hand, scattered flames burned fiercely as she advanced, outlining a fiery phoenix poised to take flight and attack Voldemort.
However, Krum did not make a move.
He stopped Harry and Cedric from making their move, saying, "It's too late for him."
Just as Krum had said, Voldemort stuck to the invisible wall of air at the entrance like a fly that had hit a window.
The Winky shadow of the spatula flashed by.
Splash!
Metal chains materialized from the thin air, binding Voldemort's entire body.
Then came the sound of footsteps, pattering and clattering.
The first to enter was another Krum, followed by the professor-level powerhouse, Madam Hooch.
(Madam Hooch, who didn't even have time to use a single spell when Neville fell, and is only an expert in Quidditch, am I really that awesome in this world?)
"Professor Riddle? I didn't squeeze you too tightly, did I?"
Even though the figure was blurry, Madam Hooch still recognized the face.
Tom Riddle, the prince charming in the hearts of all female professors.
"Sigh, I'm still too late."
In the shadows of the hall, a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Two Professor Riddle." Madam Hooch was momentarily confused.
"Another me?" Voldemort, bound in a tortoise shell, exclaimed in surprise, "You are my Horcrux?"
The man who came out ignored his other self. He first bowed to Harry and the others and apologized, "I'm sorry, 'I' have caused you trouble."
Then, the ringed finger pointed at the lying corpse of third-year student Cedric, "Balala Energy— Hufflepuff —Life Resurrection."
A flash of white light appeared, Cedric, a third-year student, regained his color.
Although his body returned to normal, his heart remained in despair.
So he remained lying motionless, like a corpse.
Riddle noticed Cedric's low spirits in third grade and stopped putting pressure on him.
Finally, I looked at myself.
Instantly, her delicate brows furrowed, and her eyes flashed with undisguised disdain.
"We meet again, my Horcrux, the fool who gave me the shameful name Voldemort."
"Am I the Horcrux?" Voldemort looked at himself bound in tortoise shell, then at the glamorous and respected version of himself that Madam Hooch respected.
"So that's why I'm so weak, and I can't even beat a first-grade Little Magic Fairy."
"Tom Riddle is not weak; Voldemort is weak."
"Those Prefect were really Prefect, not Dumbledore in disguise."
"I'm glad you understand that." Riddle nodded with satisfaction, realizing he wasn't completely hopeless after all.
"I originally intended to seal you away forever, along with that dark history that I never want to mention again."
"But it seems Dumbledore might be right. I should admit my mistake."
"Guna La Goddess of Darkness — Slytherin —Soul Drain!"
With a deep breath, the black smoke that Riddle, bound in Voldemort shell, had transformed into was inhaled into his mouth and nose.