"Complete? I don't want to go insane!" Riddle scoffed. "Time is the strongest curse. It has long since made us strangers. Even though we came from the same mother, with the passage of time, imprisoned in the apparatus, we are no longer the same as when we were split."
"I don't want to experience imprisonment again. Even if it makes me stronger."
"After all, I am different from you. In pursuit of immortality, you have lost the most important thing—wisdom—in order to gain great Mana."
Upon hearing this, Voldemort forced a smile onto his ugly face, "That's great. That means we don't have any conflict. You should have just taken revenge for the grudge I set for sealing you in the Diary."
"How ugly, and how stupid." Riddle's wand, which was spinning in his fingertips, stopped abruptly, pointing in the direction Voldemort had parted.
"I remember saying that I am no longer the same person I was at the beginning."
"This is not just about mindset."
"It also has the characteristics of spells."
A green ghost appeared behind Riddle, extending its fingers.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Two beams of green light converged and entered Voldemort's body.
Voldemort did not resist or dodge.
Because the victor is still Voldemort.
He beat Dumbledore, won big, won so badly he was completely stunned!
Besides, this body only has three minutes, so what if it's earlier?
Quirrell's body collapsed, and the fake Philosopher's Stone rolled out.
He transformed into a wisp of black smoke and passed through the gate formed by black flames.
All that remained were words spoken amidst a wild laugh.
"I thought you could really kill me! Your Killing Curse is indeed stronger than mine at 17, but it still can't do anything to me who has the name Voldemort (Leap of Death)."
"Moreover, we reached a consensus—there can only be one Voldemort!"
Riddle smiled coldly upon hearing this, took a step, and disappeared from the spot.
After Basil retrieved the Shadow of Death, he broke the cycle on Snape.
After lying on the fourth floor for a minute, Snape struggled to run toward the penalty area.
At that moment, amidst withered branches and decaying leaves, and layers of spiderwebs, Dumbledore appeared before a spider the size of a small elephant.
Its body and legs were black with gray undertones, and each eye on its ugly head with large claws was covered with a layer of white film.
He looks like he's blind.
"Aragog." Dumbledore sighed.
He had already imagined what Hagrid would look like when he discovered this scene.
At this moment, he, who is now one with the Patronus and the phoenix, is of one mind and body with Fawkes.
The divine radiance that was meant to turn the cursed host to ashes was controlled by him.
Carefully brushing over every inch of Aragog's body.
On the other side, Dumbledore's divine Magic Field enveloped and maintained it.
This is not Dumbledore believed Hagrid's feelings were more important than Voldemort's.
Instead, while maintaining Aragog's physical integrity, they carefully exorcised the curse to prevent a recurrence of the cycle of curses.
Ten minutes later, with a crisp sound like bamboo breaking, the black smoke from Aragog's body stopped billowing out.
The curse was also completely lifted.
"Alas, farewell, farewell."
Dumbledore looked around, his eyes filled with pity.
Behind him was Lucius Malfoy's head, and in front of him was Aragog's corpse.
That not-so-bad Malfoy family kid, and Hagrid, they'll be devastated to see them.
Golden-red flames erupted from him, the two corpses, and Fawkes's body.
Just like an eraser, erase them.
The next second, two corpses appeared in the Headmaster's Office.
In the room with the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore and Fawkes appeared in the firelight.
They happened to run into Snape, who had broken free of the loop and was rushing here without stopping.
The two of them didn't look at each other immediately.
Instead, he looked at the corpse on the ground and the 'Philosopher's Stone'.
Soaked to the bone, Snape licked his lower lip. "How did he die? Judging from his appearance, his neck was twisted 180 degrees. And there was no trace of Dark Magic."
Dumbledore waved his hand, and the stone flew into his hand.
"The Killing Curse. People killed by the Killing Curse show no trace, whether magically or physically. Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, should have had the aura of Dark Magic. This can only mean that he died from the Killing Curse. At the same time as he was killed, the traces of negative magnetic fields on his body were also killed."
Dumbledore closed his eyes, and his Magic Field spread outwards, inch by inch, from him as the center.
He was reading the traces, recreating in his mind everything that had happened in the room.
Mist Condenser are designed based on this principle.
But everything that was surfacing in his mind at that moment was blurry and indistinct.
Just like when a TV signal is poor, the image is blurry and there is no sound.
But he still gained a lot from it.
"That twisted neck must be Voldemort's way of using Quirrell's dead body."
"Someone took the Philosopher's Stone beforehand."
"Killed Quirrell."
"Voldemort has been driven away."
"The good news is that Voldemort did not take the Philosopher's Stone."
"The bad news is that the Philosopher's Stone, which should have been destroyed, has fallen into the hands of a dangerous wizard."
"His Killing Curse is fast and extremely powerful. It can even 'cleanse' a body like Quirrell's, who can only rely on garlic baths to cover up the aura of Dark Magic."
Although the wizard was dangerous, Dumbledore did not show any seriousness on his face.
Instead, he even had time to tease Snape.
"What happened to you? Did someone spill a bowl of oily soup on you?"
Snape's sallow, oily face froze. "Shut up! Dumbledore! Who do you think this is because of?"
Dumbledore scratched the tip of his nose and smiled mischievously.
"Since it's all because of me, there's no need to thank me."
A flame ignited on Snape's body, spreading rapidly before he could react.
Then it went out again.
A clean, oil-free Snape with flowing hair and a no longer sallow complexion after exfoliation was born.
As the curse vanished, the relentless onslaught of spiders turned to ashes, leaving Basil, who returned to the Great Hall with the rest of the army, utterly astonished.
Is that pretty boy Snape?
After removing the oil and brightening my skin, it turned out like this?
Aside from his hooked nose, which detracts from his good looks, his straight, dark, glossy princess cut, pale skin, and deep-set eyes give him the air of a dark, noble young master.
Vampire nobles from fantasy novels have come into reality.
No wonder, according to Hagrid, Lily maintained a close relationship with Snape until fifth grade, and only agreed to date James Potter in seventh grade.
It's not just because they're childhood sweethearts, but also because of their looks?
Dumbledore clearly shared the same idea as Basil.
With a casual wave of his hand, the water vapor in the air condensed into a mirror.
He exclaimed, "Look at yourself! Look at how your terrible lifestyle has ruined you!"
Snape looked in the mirror and wrinkled his nose. "I don't see any difference."
He touched his dry, black hair. "Should I put some oil on? It's a bit too frizzy."
Dumbledore to have an existential crisis. "You don't stop washing your hair because the Potter family invented shampoo, do you? Or do you like to apply hair oil after you wash it?"
"Of course," Snape said with a moment of disdain for Dumbledore's intelligence, "I can make my own shampoo. I just think it makes me more attractive. In Muggle terms, the water in England is hard and causes baldness, like my father did. So I avoided washing my hair from a young age. Once I had a job and didn't need money, I started using my own concoction of shampoo that makes hair shiny and prevents baldness."
"Look at the results, it's clear I was right."