Tom, Done in by Voldemort

Ultimately, Durmstrang's army was not completely wiped out.

In fact, all they needed to do to get the Golden Egg was sacrifice one Champion to lure the fire dragon away.

But who will be sacrificed?

Apart from Krum, all the other Durmstrang students had paid high prices to snatch their spots from William.

It's a real grab; the highest bidder wins!

The family members are all wealthy, and everyone is willing to contribute money so that the other party can make sacrifices, rather than making sacrifices themselves.

The result was that they couldn't agree on a price, leading to a complete failure.

After five rounds of competition, the rankings for the First Task were released.

With four Golden Egg and an outstanding performance, Hermione is undoubtedly in first place.

Qiu received three Golden Egg, and her score followed closely behind.

Then there's the two-egg team, consisting of three people: Cedric, Phoebe, and George.

Krum only had one Golden Egg, making him the gatekeeper of the passing grade.

Apart from these six, none of the other Champion received the Golden Egg. Each judge also gave them a score below fifty.

Ron and Chimpanzee Captain finished last, leading the race in reverse with an absolute advantage of zero points.

The competition was fairly fair, with no particular group of dragons being too strong or too weak.

Everyone has seen the Champion ' performance.

But this score was still completely unexpected by the students.

There's no other reason than... the gap is too big. The difference between the first and last place is more than 270 points, like a chasm.

That's the difference between Harvard Business School and staying at home.

The strong are very strong, and the weak are too weak; neither side displays any ambition to dominate.

Of course, with more Champion, the quality of the competition has increased significantly. Unlike before, when any competition required a top-three finish.

Of the three schools, Hogwarts had the best academic record. Five of the top six Champion were Hogwarts students.

And these six people... four are shareholders of Akali's Mystery Shop, one is the head of the Home Delivery Express Service, and one is the general agent for the France distributor.

The "GG effect" was quite something... After the competition, many students inquired whether our tutoring center could expand its scale.

Let's stop with the fifth-grade Owls cram school; students in other grades need to improve too!

More radical students asked Akali's Mystery Shop when they would establish an Akali Magic School.

After all, the monopoly of educational resources has resulted in professors becoming increasingly perfunctory and the teaching quality deteriorating.

If the British Isles had a few schools that focused on elite education, would Hogwarts dare to hire such incompetent teachers?

Snape was embarrassed again.

Seven students from Hogwarts participated, including the Slytherin House Champion, and one scored zero, while another's combined score was less than twenty.

That's very embarrassing.

After the match, Ludo Bagman returned, but he didn't seem very happy.

"Alright, I only have a few words to say. The Second Task will begin at 9:30 a. m. on February 24th next year."

Before that, you can rest for a long time—but we need to leave you with some questions to consider!

Ludo took back the extra Golden Egg and distributed them to the Champion who didn't have Golden Egg.

"Look down at those Golden Egg you're holding, and you'll see they can be opened... Do you see the seam there?"

You must unravel the clues provided inside the egg—that will tell you what the Second Task is, so get ready!

Is everything clear now? No problems? Alright, you can go now!

"Ron, stay here for a moment, I have something to say to you."

Ludo called Ron down and kept him there.

The other students left the tent and headed towards the school.

At night, all three houses except Slytherin held grand celebrations.

The celebrations in Ravenclaw were particularly enthusiastic.

The tables and chairs were piled high with cakes, along with jugs of Pumpkin Juice and Butterbeer.

Someone was lighting some Filibuster Fireworks, and many stars and sparks flickered in the air.

Professor Flitwick arrived and brought out his treasured wines, which he had kept for many years.

When a student reminded him that he had class the next day, he dismissed it, saying:

"I firmly uphold everyone's right to revel!"

The night was clear and bright, with not a single cloud in the sky.

The waves crashed against the cliffs, and the evening breeze stirred the wild grass.

The black-robed wizard carefully descended the cliff, his movements slow and gentle.

He couldn't afford to be careless; he had fallen two days ago, and it was lucky he didn't die.

Didn't you see his head? It's still wrapped in bandages, and you can even see blood seeping through the strips of cloth.

Better safe than sorry, so this time everything went smoothly, and I didn't slip and fall into the sea.

He quickly reached the bottom, where there was a gap that required swimming to get through.

The seawater at the end of October was icy cold, but he still swam in.

When he emerged from the water, shivering and freezing cold, he found himself in the center of a cave.

"Sprinkle the blood on the wall," a young voice rang out.

The black-robed wizard took out his wand, gently cut his thumb, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and dripped them onto the wall.

"Too little blood!" Tom said coldly. "Are you feeding the chickens?"

The wizard hesitated for a long time, then pointed his wand at his wrist and gently swung it.

He clearly hadn't studied basic medicine; he accidentally cut an artery, and blood gushed out with a spurt.

Tom: "..."

A dazzling white archway appeared on the cave wall. The blood-stained rock inside the archway suddenly vanished, revealing a doorway that seemed to lead into endless darkness.

The black-robed wizard cautiously entered, and he walked forward until he reached the lakeside.

It was a boundless, smooth, mirror-like black lake, with a mysterious green light shimmering in its very center.

"The thing is right there!" Tom whispered excitedly.

"But how do we get there? Do we have to swim?" the wizard asked.

"You'll die if you swim over there," Tom scoffed.

He truly knew himself best; after only a moment's thought, he smiled and said:

There must be a boat nearby for my future self to get there.

Tom carefully sensed the traces of magic and, after fiddling with it for over an hour, managed to unearth a hidden ship.

The black-robed wizard stepped onto the boat, which automatically sailed towards the island without any manual intervention.

Upon entering the island, they came to a stone basin filled with a Winky, phosphorescent emerald-green liquid.

The black-robed wizard carried out various operations under Tom's orders.

But the liquid in that basin could not be touched by hand, could not Transfiguration, and could not be eliminated with Vanishing Spell.

"Where did this liquid come from?" Tom muttered.

"We have no choice but to drink it!"

"But Master..."

"I order you to drink it!" Tom said coldly.

"I—but, okay—"

The black-robed wizard conjured a goblet. The goblet sank into the water and immediately filled with a green liquid.

The black-robed wizard raised it to his lips and drank it all in one gulp.

He immediately spat it out. It was a spicy, sour liquid, like vinegar that had been sitting for fifty years.

He suppressed his discomfort, dipped the cup into the stone basin again, scooped up a full cup, and drank it down.

This time it was even more painful; my whole stomach felt like it was burning.

After downing five cups, the black-robed wizard staggered forward and collapsed onto the stone basin. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy.

"Get up now!" Tom commanded.

But the man in black robes couldn't get up; he was panting heavily and looked like he was about to die.

"Give me your soul," Tom whispered. "And I will control your body as well."

The black-robed wizard nodded slowly and closed his eyes tightly.

It simply attaches itself to a host's body and absorbs the host's life force. However, as long as it is not completely controlled and its own power is not used, the host can still live for a long time.

Once completely taken over, the opponent's life force will decrease drastically. But a tool... Tom doesn't care, he just wants the Horcrux.

Having obtained the Horcrux, let the opponent die if they want.

Tom chanted the spell, and the face attached to the back of the head slowly moved towards the black-robed wizard's face.

The black-robed wizard's face began to change, as if another face had been pasted on top of the original one.

Tom completely controlled the black-robed wizard's body, grabbed a goblet, scooped up the green liquid, and poured it into his mouth.

Because he shared a body with the black-robed wizard and had gained control of it, he could also feel a spicy sensation lingering in his stomach.

That feeling was very unpleasant.

Fortunately, he was just a boarder, which reduced that feeling considerably.

The black-robed wizard's voice came from within his body, a voice more painful than ever before:

"I want to die! I want to die! Stop it, stop it, I want to die!"

But Tom still coldly poured it into that mouth.

Even though he was in great pain, he tried his best to endure it.

After pouring more than a dozen cups, the stone basin was finally emptied, revealing a gold pendant box.

Tom was overjoyed and was about to grab the locket when his body suddenly went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Tom discovered that he couldn't stand up no matter what he did.

No, his body was extremely weak, and the immense pain caused him to lose control.

The black-robed wizard's will returned to his body, and he uttered hoarsely, "Water."

"Give me your body, and I'll give you water," Tom continued to tempt her.

But the black-robed wizard seemed not to hear, dragging his aching body as he slowly crawled towards the lake.

"Stop, you idiot!" Tom yelled. "Stop right now!"

The black-robed wizard didn't hear, and relied solely on his willpower to slowly move towards the Black Lake.

He reached the shore, plunged in, and finally drank the water.

But the lake surface was no longer smooth as a mirror; instead, it was violently churning.

A stark white head and hands emerged from the dark, murky water.

Men, women, and children, all with sunken, blind eyes, floated toward him—a vast expanse of corpses emerged from the dark lake.

The black-robed wizard offered no resistance and was dragged away.

Along with Tom!

The moment Tom had only one thought:

Voldemort... you bastard, I'll kill you sooner or later!!

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