Harry's Second Battle Against Voldemort

Pansy instinctively jumped back.

Voldemort?

Tom Riddle?

What is the relationship between these two people?

"What are you saying? I don't understand!" Pansy took a few steps back.

Harry snapped his fingers, and the winding vines wrapped around Pansy's legs.

"You know what I'm asking, Miss Parkinson," Harry said calmly. "Since you've come all the way to Chamber of Secrets, that means you must have a Notebook in your possession...it belongs to Tom Marvolo Riddle ...or rather, she claims to be Merope, right?"

Pansy looked shocked and instinctively covered her lower abdomen with her arm.

How could she not know the name Harry just mentioned?

The Notebook she's holding now belongs to Tom Riddle.

As for Merope...

Isn't Miss Merope the lady who tutored everyone in Slytherin last year?

What is the relationship between the three of them?

"But he didn't tell you that... he was actually Voldemort."

Harry smiled at Pansy. If you ignored what had happened, Harry looked more like the villain between the two.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Pansy retorted. "How could Mr. Tom be the Dark Lord! You're lying!"

As she spoke, a red light still flickered in Pansy's eyes.

Harry secretly used Detection Charm and discovered that Pansy was still shimmering with an eerie red light.

At this point, Harry could basically conclude that Pansy was now under Voldemort's control.

But he didn't know where Voldemort's true form was, and he couldn't possibly eliminate Voldemort by harming Pansy Parkinson —firstly, he didn't know if Pansy was acting voluntarily, and secondly, Pansy was still a student at Hogwarts; Harry simply couldn't do that.

Another point is that if Pansy and Voldemort were killed together, it wouldn't be able to explain it to Dumbledore, let alone to the professors who had always cared for him.

So he decided to use another method.

"I need to remind you that Mr. Voldemort, whom your so-called Pure-blood families follows, is actually a Half-blood," Harry began with a simple, blunt remark. "You know what? Voldemort's real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle..."

As he spoke, Harry swung his wand, drawing a hissing line of fire in the air.

It had Voldemort's name written on it.

"See, if you change the order, it becomes... 'I am Voldemort '."

"Also, I know you come from a Pure-blood family, the Parkinson family —right? You should know that there isn't a single Pure-blood families with the surname Riddle."

"What does this have to do with the Dark Lord?" Pansy asked, her eyes red.

Harry glanced at Pansy, whose eyes were glowing even redder, and continued, "What I'm going to tell you about is that so-called Miss Merope from last year—good heavens, after Professor Dumbledore's investigation, he discovered that Voldemort's mother's name was Merope Gaunt..."

"You know what? That shameless Merope, because she liked a handsome Muggle young master, shamelessly used Love Potion to abuse this poor Muggle gentleman for a year. I really can't imagine what kind of trouble this caused Mr. Riddle. Anyway, after the effects of the drug wore off, Mr. Riddle was furious and kicked the pregnant Merope out of the house."

"How can you say that about a witch! She was only after love!" Pansy's hair seemed to stand on end.

"Idiot." Harry curled his lip. "What if a man who looks like Goblin used Love Potion to make you have a baby? Wouldn't he be deserving of death? Then... isn't Merope, who deceived Mr. Riddle, a slut? I'm telling you, Parkinson, can't you stop with the double standards? Just because the perpetrator is a woman, does that mean she should be forgiven? I really don't know what kind of water is in your brain."

"Well, let me continue—so Merope Gaunt also lost the will to live, and after giving birth to Tom Riddle, she left him at the orphanage and chose to end her own life in the snow." Harry shrugged. "Of course, the child was innocent—if little Tom Riddle had been a good student."

"But as you know, as a Half-blood wizard, he actually took up the banner of Pure-blood theory and even fooled you Pure-blood families... Good heavens, the biggest supporter of Pure-blood theory is actually Half-blood born from a union with Muggle. It has to be said that this is the biggest irony in the world..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Pansy raised her hand and swiftly shot out a ghastly green beam of light.

Suddenly, a giant stone hand rose from the ground, grabbed the green light, and completely annihilated it.

"I'm getting anxious." Harry pointed at Pansy with his thumb outward.

Pansy's hair stood on end even without wind, indicating that she was really angry.

"I'm talking about that shameless brute-force connector, Merope. What's the rush?" Harry asked Pansy leisurely. "Could it be... oh, could it be that you're the brute-force connector's son, Tom Marvolo Riddle?"

"My God, if your father knew that your mother forced herself on him, then named the son she had, and then used her last bit of magic to wish that you would look like him, I think your father would be disgusted to the point of going crazy."

At this point, Harry covered his mouth and, with the same feigned surprise as last year, said, "Oh my god, I forgot— Tom, your dad doesn't love you either!"

"Harry... Potter!" Pansy hissed, casting another Charms.

"You're really naughty, Tom." Harry continued to grip the Charms with his giant stone hand, relentlessly tearing at Voldemort's disguise. "Look at you. Last year you were rampaging through the boys' dormitories in Slytherin, and since you're both boys, that was one thing—but this year you've gone too far, starting to deceive girls. You disgust me, Tom ... What will your Death Eater followers think if they knew what you've done?"

"Shut up!" Pansy roared frantically, "Shut your mouth Potter! I challenge you to a duel!"

"You're really in a hurry." Harry shook his head helplessly. "I'm just stating the facts, why are you so anxious? Come on, let me see your true colors... Tom, or rather Voldemort, didn't Dumbledore teach you manners? Bow to each other before a duel."

After saying that, Harry bowed very gracefully.

Harry's expression darkened when he saw that Pansy was still standing upright.

I said... I bow!

An overwhelming force suddenly pressed down on Pansy's shoulder, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan before awkwardly bowing to Harry.

"Stop hiding, Tom," Harry said gracefully. "I think you should reveal your true form instead of hiding in a woman's body, or rather—like mother, like son?"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Pansy rolled her eyes and collapsed to the ground.

"This girl... is really fragile."

A wisp of black mist rose up, revealing a face without a nose.

"Oh, so you're not Tom disguised as Merope," Harry commented. "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. Aren't you the one stuck to the back of Quirrell's head?"

"Shut up!" Voldemort hissed, turning to roar at the distant Slytherin Statue. "Speak to me, Slytherin —the greatest of the Four Founders of Hogwarts!"

As he finished speaking, the Slytherin statue suddenly opened its mouth wide, revealing a round, thick black hole.

Voldemort saw the black hole and burst into a grotesque laugh.

"Hahahaha, Potter, I should say, you are the most powerful little wizard I have ever seen. Even at your age, I didn't have your abilities... But soon, all of this will be over. You will be kneeling and begging for my forgiveness—and I will refuse you! Your painful howls will be the best proof of my wild power!"

Harry did nothing but stand there, watching Voldemort's performance with amusement.

Voldemort suddenly realized that after a long time, nothing had crawled out of the hole.

"No! Impossible!" Voldemort took two steps back, looking as if he couldn't accept this fact.

But reality slapped him hard twice; the scene he had envisioned— the Basilisk crawling out and tearing Potter— did not happen.

Where is my Basilisk?

Am I some kind of huge Basilisk?!

"Damn you, Potter! What have you done!" Voldemort turned around and glared at Harry.

Harry sighed and opened his wallet.

"Alfonso, the Tom, is here."

A hissing sound came from the wallet, and even those who didn't understand Parseltongue could sense the vulgarity of the language.

"You damned Half-blood Mudblood! How dare you impersonate a descendant of Slytherin! If it weren't for young master Ominis bringing me to my senses in time, I'd probably be fooled by you for the rest of my life!"

Voldemort was stunned.

The reason was simple: the Basilisk, whom he had always considered a staunch supporter, had actually called him Half-blood Mudblood!

He was a little vulnerable.

Harry closed his wallet, put it back in his pocket, and looked at Voldemort with amusement.

"Well, Tom, it seems your trump card... has completely switched sides with me."

"What kind of trick are you playing?!" Voldemort was furious. He roared, "Who are you? Why are you ranked above me?!"

"You see, you're just the son of Gaunt family daughter, and you don't even have the Gaunt surname, it's a Muggle surname." Harry looked at Voldemort with pity. "And the Basilisk seems to take orders from the purest Slytherin blood, and obviously... Ominis Gaunt is much purer than you."

"As for who Ominis Gaunt is?" Harry asked casually. "It's quite a coincidence that I happened to visit Hogwarts a hundred years ago and studied there for five and a half years—and while I was there, I had a close friend whose name was Ominis Gaunt ... Ah, he was your grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt's older brother."

At this point, Harry suddenly realized something.

Oh no, Ominis is one of Voldemort's grandfathers too?!

So in that case...

"I just suddenly remembered, according to seniority, Ominis and I are brothers, and Ominis is your maternal grandfather's brother... So, I'm also your maternal grandfather," Harry said mockingly. "Little grandson, call me grandpa?"

Voldemort let out a choked hiccup.

He never imagined that the twelve-year-old boy in front of him was actually from his maternal grandfather's generation.

Etc?!

Harry Potter?

A hundred years ago, there was also a Harry Potter at Hogwarts. His name was something Voldemort heard about from others when he was young.

Could this person in front of me be Harry Potter from back then?!

"Who... who exactly are you?"

Voldemort's tone suddenly changed.

Losing to a twelve-year-old is certainly shameful, but if that child is a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago, Voldemort wouldn't find it unacceptable—he might even feel honored...

"Voldemort..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Voldemort corrected him.

"You can just call me Tom," Voldemort said sincerely.

Harry was a little confused. He didn't understand why Voldemort, who had been so arrogant and disdainful before, was now acting so differently.

Voldemort also had his own difficulties. If it were Harry, he would never back down; he would just enjoy the fight.

But facing Harry from a hundred years ago is a different story. Who knows what strange magic this guy might possess, the kind that can obliterate a person's soul...

Can you possibly be as smart as our ancestors?

However, at this point, Voldemort completely believed Harry's words, after all, he had confronted Harry several times in person.

The first encounter with Harry as a baby doesn't count; he was tricked by Lily in that situation.

But on the next two occasions, Voldemort felt increasingly uneasy. Were all the first-year students at Hogwarts this wild? In the Forbidden Forest, they started with the Cruciatus Curse, and in the basement, their first encounter was with Avada.

Avada Kedavra is one thing, but to make matters worse, it's a chain reaction and a tracking tactic. That's just too much.

But if the Harry Potter in front of us is the same one from a hundred years ago, then all the questions become clear. Most importantly, Voldemort at least saves face.

However, he remained in the shadows, waiting for the right opportunity to escape and flee from this man's pursuit.

Voldemort was terrified of death, really, really terrified of death.

"Well, Tom... you must have heard of Ancient Magic, right?" Harry asked.

Voldemort's shadowy figure nodded repeatedly. "I've heard of it, I've heard of it..."

"Have you seen it before?" Harry asked.

Voldemort shook his head and said to Harry, "Never seen it before."

Harry smiled and raised his wand, aiming it at Voldemort.