Why Is My Future Self So Pathetic?

With a flash of light, Wizet returned to the Ravenclaw Tower.

The Bronze Ring beneath the Eagle Statue trembled, emitting a melodious question, "Shadow and light, which one cannot exist without?"

Wizet murmured and replied with a smile, "Without light, there is no shadow."

"A very good answer." The Bronze Ring indicated its approval, and the Bronze Gate slowly opened.

"Dust and Grime Begone!" Wizet walked into the Common Room, taking each step very slowly, gradually calming his emotions.

Maintaining the same state as usual helps in facing various duels; this is a little trick that Filius Flitwick told him.

According to the Parseltongue Whistle's feedback, Harry was still navigating through the tunnels, giving Wizet time to adjust.

A faint growl came from outside the window, followed by rumbling footsteps. These sounds quickly intensified and gradually merged into an incredibly noisy roar.

Wizet walked to the window and cast a spell on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, making the surroundings appear brighter than usual.

The trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest began to sway, emitting a violent friction sound, which quickly turned into a cracking sound, accompanied by the roars of various creatures, like a frenzied rock and roll.

Packs of wolves, bears, and wild boars were the first to rush out of the Forbidden Forest, mercilessly trampling the grassland and quickly raising clouds of dust.

Suddenly, large black shadows appeared in the smoke and dust, and strands of Devil's Snare emerged from the ground, rapidly binding and intercepting a charging horde of beasts.

These ordinary animals were stopped, while various Magical creature rushed out of the dust.

Inferi, Mud Monster, Evil Hound, Augurey, Red Cap, Man-eating Giant, Forest Giant, River Troll, Acromantula, Hippogriff...

Using the biodiversity of the Forbidden Forest, they manipulate the Acromantula to cause a riot, plunging Hogwarts into chaos...

As Dumbledore said, and as Wizet concluded in the end, Tom Riddle was adept at scheming, knew how to frame others, and knew how to use one enemy to devour another...

Unfortunately, Dumbledore saw through this, anticipated what Tom Riddle might do, and made ample preparations.

The sudden emergence of Magical Plants, the armor and statues that Professor McGonagall is controlling, the Magic Barrier Filius Flitwick is maintaining, and the students who have come to the grass are the best proof of this.

With this arrangement, this large-scale riot may turn into a rich practical lesson, broadening students' horizons and accumulating experience.

Wizet raised his hand, and the Phoenix Mark became vivid. As if struck by a flash of inspiration, he looked toward a corner of the meadow, where there stood an old man with white hair and a Phoenix flapping its wings.

Wizet clenched his fist. "I should make my move too."

He sensed through the Parseltongue Whistle that Harry had finally stopped moving and was staying in the Great Hall of Chamber of Secrets.

Harry woke up from his coma and looked around blankly.

It was a spacious, dimly lit hall. Through the surrounding hazy green light, he could vaguely see the distant firelight and a figure approaching.

"Hiss..." he cried out in pain, feeling a burning sensation from the scar.

He had experienced this feeling once before, during the previous school year.

"What's wrong?" a gentle voice asked.

Harry looked in the direction of the sound and was then put on glasses.

A young man appeared before him. He was very tall and surrounded by a halo, giving him an ethereal appearance.

"Who are you?" he asked warily. "Where am I? Why am I tied up?"

He looked into the distance and saw the person with the turban wrapped around their head. Suddenly, he realized, "Lockhart! You framed Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Tom Riddle smiled slightly, his tone full of sarcasm, "That's really unfair... Why does Dumbledore always treat people differently?"

"It seems he's nice to everyone except me... You're like what? A well-behaved baby who just woke up..."

Harry felt his mind become much sharper. Faced with this strangely familiar scene, he suddenly thought of someone, "Beware... you're Voldemort!"

"Hmm...not bad, a smart and well-behaved boy." Tom Riddle nodded. "To be able to realize this...is beyond my expectations."

"But there's still something I don't understand..." He bent down, brushed aside Harry's bangs, and traced the scar with his long, slender fingers. "It shouldn't be like this..."

Harry instinctively tried to avoid it, but the scar was still touched. He thought the burning sensation would intensify, but to his surprise... there was only a piercing feeling, like an ice cube scraping across the scar.

Tom Riddle asked doubtfully, "A not-so-special baby, just paying the price with a scar..."

"He actually defeated the greatest wizard of all time... How exactly was my future self destroyed? Why was I so utterly pathetic?"

Harry gritted his teeth and hissed, "My future self? What are you...?"

He struggled to move his arm, trying to find the wand in his pocket.

"You're being incredibly rude!" Tom Riddle raised a wand. "Are you looking for this?"

"That's my wand!" Harry mustered all his strength and lunged forward.

"Gryffindor ...that's how it is...should I say you have commendable courage?" Tom Riddle took two steps back.

A mocking smile played on his lips. "Or should I say you're reckless... far too reckless... which do you think is better?"

Harry missed his target, but as he fell to the ground, his eyes hardened even more. "What exactly are you planning to do?"

"Let me think..." Tom Riddle murmured, helping Harry up as he spoke, "Perhaps it's about replacing my future self and getting everything back on track?"

"At least I won't be like him, defeated by a little baby... like now, you even need my help to get up."

Harry gritted his teeth and fell to the other side.

This was his last act of defiance and resistance. Even if he lost his wand and was bound, he did not want either Voldemort or Tom Riddle to have their way.

"I think I understand... what Dumbledore is thinking!" Tom Riddle's expression turned cold. "Then you can continue your futile struggle!"

"It's almost over!" He turned to look at the crucible. "Lockhart, how much longer?"

"It's done," Lockhart replied, tossing the Unicorn Blood into the cauldron first. "The blood of a pure mother and child, freely extracted, can allow the soul to be reborn..."

The moment he uttered the spell, Harry suddenly howled in pain. He felt as if his head was about to split in two, and his scar was throbbing with excruciating pain.

The moment the Unicorn Blood entered the cauldron, it immediately began to boil, the liquid inside turning a crimson red and bursting forth with sparks like magma...