The Mantis Stalks the Cicada

Tom Riddle frowned, gripping Harry's wand tightly, still wanting to try something, constantly accelerating the speed at which his body became illusory.

Voldemort grinned maliciously. "I know what you want to do... You want to go back to where you started, don't you?"

Tom Riddle pursed his lips, his silence at this moment undoubtedly confirming what Voldemort had said.

Voldemort stood with his hands behind his back. "That's the difference between you and me. I've gone far enough... I've seen enough, so I devised this method to separate you... and integrate you into my own world!"

"Hogwarts holds many secrets, enough to keep us exploring for a lifetime... but we can't limit ourselves here! There's a vast world outside that can teach us just as much!"

He gently flicked the Silver Thread connecting the two, "Just like this... Even though there's a master-servant distinction, we're still one..."

"After tracing back to the source, using our similarities as a connection, we can slowly pull you out and bring you back to me."

"Call on God..." Tom Riddle tried to draw a circle and cast the Patronus Charm.

"Trying to cause a 'backfire'?" Voldemort didn't give him the chance, snatching Harry's wand directly. "Are you pretending I don't exist?"

He took another breath, and Tom Riddle's figure became even more ethereal, as if Tom Riddle would disappear completely if he took a few more breaths.

Voldemort did the same, his chest heaving violently, his eyes flashing crimson light.

Tom Riddle still exists, like a Ghost, his legs no longer visible, like a thin veil in human form.

"Albus ... Dumbledore?" Voldemort's brows furrowed, and his voice echoed in the Chamber of Secrets.

"You don't want to come out, do you?" Voldemort raised his arm and waved his wand repeatedly in the air.

One after another, Black Mist burst forth from the magic wand, emitting rapid whistling sounds as they flew straight towards the ceiling.

The Black Mist intertwined with the hazy green light of the Chamber of Secrets, accompanied by a loud bang, causing the entire Chamber of Secrets to tremble.

The stone pillars supporting the ceiling snapped with a crash, and huge stones fell from the ceiling, raising clouds of dust.

Voldemort listened intently, and amidst the rumbling sounds, he heard several familiar voices.

After a while, the Chamber of Secrets finally calmed down. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, one could see a mess on the ground, with countless broken stones and ruins scattered around.

Voldemort grinned broadly. "Come out... Wizet! I hear your voice!"

Footsteps approached from afar, and a figure emerged from the hazy green light.

Firenze once mentioned that he observed Uranus's anomalies through astrology.

Based on Wizet's understanding of Astronomy, Uranus's anomalies would bring about various unexpected events, which would often be extremely unusual and difficult to predict.

Voldemort's sudden appearance and his unexpected attack on Tom Riddle could both be linked to the anomalies on Uranus.

Voldemort's research on the soul was clearly very advanced; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of a way to hide himself in the gaps of the soul and avoid Dumbledore's attention.

It must be said that Wizet gained a lot from just this idea provided by Voldemort.

If the situation weren't so special, he would definitely have taken out his notebook and written down this way of using his soul, so he could ponder it later.

Voldemort wanted to absorb Tom Riddle to complete his own transformation, but Wizet naturally wouldn't let him have his way.

Therefore, he lay in wait in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment when Tom Riddle's power needed to be weakened so that he could use the Soul Guiding Box to capture him.

During this waiting period, Wizet pieced together the various events that had occurred based on the conversation between Voldemort and Tom Riddle.

The cause of the matter was naturally that Horcrux, and secondly, the Patronus Charm that Wizet cast after exploring the soul.

Because it was Wizet's first time casting the Patronus Charm, she didn't know how to use it properly, and the Patronus's influence had a wide range, awakening the sleeping Voldemort.

By chance, Voldemort became aware of Tom Riddle's existence and hid in Lockhart's body for a period of time.

Voldemort devised a series of plans to reabsorb Tom Riddle's Soul Fragment through a "counter-strategy" approach, thereby replenishing his own power.

Voldemort finally saw the figure in the hazy green light clearly, and greed gleamed in his eyes. "Wizet... it's been a long time!"

"Whirlwind Sweep! Harry, Accio!" Wizet dispersed the dust and walked up to Voldemort. "If I could, I would like to never see you again."

With the help of Ancient Magic: Improved Summoning Charm, Harry flew towards Wizet like an arrow.

Wizet made way for Harry to continue flying forward, away from where he and Voldemort were.

"How merciful! I'm almost moved to tears..." Voldemort grinned maliciously, then took another breath to assess the situation. "Wizet, do you know that?"

Even if it's just like now, without fully absorbing it, I have a different feeling! A feeling of being reborn!

"Is that so?" Wizet activated the power of the Spell Command, increasing the absorption capacity of the Soul Guiding Box. "Actually, I have another way to truly give you a new life."

The Silver Thread connecting Voldemort and Tom Riddle swayed, accompanied by a very slight hissing sound, and then some of the Silver Thread suddenly broke.

With a jolt, Tom Riddle seemed to lose his balance and fell towards Wizet.

Tom Riddle's face showed a humiliated expression, but he could only open and close his mouth, unable to utter a sound.

"Looks like you came prepared!" Voldemort pursed his lips, then suddenly thrust his wand forward, a wisp of Black Mist erupting from its tip. "Wizet, let me see how much you've grown this time!"

Knowing how terrifying the Black Mist was, Wizet did not use the Shield Charm to defend against it, but instead chose to avoid it.

Ancient Magic: Swift Thunder!

With a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, Wizet moved five meters away, at which point the Black Mist released by Voldemort exploded.

He immediately waved his wand, combining the Levitation Charm with Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery, and the scattered boulders became easy projectiles, all following the trajectory of the wand and crashing down on Voldemort.

"The Silent Levitation Charm? Much better than before!" Voldemort Cleansweep his wand and swept it forward, instantly unleashing a cloud of Black Mist that crushed the incoming boulder into dust. "But it doesn't seem to work?"

Boom!

The next moment, the scattered dust exploded simultaneously, and the flames, like a blooming sea of flowers, engulfed Voldemort.

This is a special effect of Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery, which can unleash the hidden Ancient Magic Power within, achieving unexpected results.

Amidst the firelight, Voldemort roared, "So you've become so confident that you intend to duel me?"

Wizet retorted, "Do I have to duel with you?"