Connor's Hogwarts

"But I can stop this change," Angel hovered on the side again, her red pupils suddenly turned into a clear blue, her gaze seemed ethereal due to the change of focus, she was fighting for control of this corridor .

"Anqier, you are the best." Connor smiled proudly. He was confident that no one could stop him, because he was invincible with the blessing of the "angel".

"We, move on."

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On the platform of the underground altar, the basilisk was gone, and there were only four figures left, one standing on the ground and three floating in the air.

At this moment, Harry felt a little hopeless.

He encountered the biggest crisis in his life. Last year, he punched the dying old man Voldemort, and faced the eternally young Tom... he had no power to fight back.

Their conversation was not pleasant. Tom seemed to want to know the secret of defeating "himself" from Harry, but Harry didn't know what secret he had, and even if he knew, he would never tell the father-killing enemy in front of him.

So Harry attacked Tom with all his blood, and it turned out... Obviously, Harry was no match for the young Voldemort who was called a genius.

In the blink of an eye, the three kids, Harry, were controlled by Tom. The three of them were restrained side by side in the air, unable to move, and even their wands were confiscated.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity, it seems that I don't need to spend so much trouble, Harry Potter, obviously, you are just an ordinary kid, there is nothing special about you at all,"

A cruel smile appeared on Tom's face, and he raised his hands flat, like a big villain who is giving a speech:

"You know, I thought you and I were different, because there were some strange similarities between the two of us, Harry Potter. We were both half-blood, we were both orphans, we were both raised by Muggles. We were both Parseltongues raised, we even look a little alike..."

Suddenly, Tom withdrew his smile again, and his face became gloomy: "But in the final analysis, it turned out that you escaped from me just by luck. We are different, completely different, and you have no right to stand in front of me. ..like this."

Tom let go of Harry's grip suddenly, and Harry fell through the air and fell to the ground.

"Click." Harry saw his wand being thrown on the ground and rolled to his eyes.

"Let's play a game, Harry Potter," Tom said lightly, taking a wand from the stunned Malfoy, "Let's compete for strength, Voldemort and Salazar Slytherin on the other side is Harlech, the Boy Who Lived..."

"Let's do some head-to-head and see who's really—"

"expelliarmus! (expelliarmus)"

Tom waved his wand, and a burst of red light was thrown out by him. Harry didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and just came up and threw a spell.

Voldemort smiled: "Very well, imposing, but—"

"Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!!!" Harry didn't bother to pay attention to what he said, he was just surprisingly angry now, even though he knew he was struggling uselessly, he didn't stop his hands because he was facing His father-killing enemy was the culprit who ruined his normal life. If possible, he just wanted to punch that disgusting face to pieces.

"..." Voldemort blocked two spells and sideways dodged a red light, his face darkened because he failed to see fear in the kid's eyes, which was not what he wanted to see.

"It seems that you still lack a lesson. You should learn to be humble in front of Lord Voldemort. You need to suffer a little-"

At this time, a person suddenly appeared next to the two of them, no, it appeared on top of the two of them. The visitor stood on the head of the giant monster that ran back after leaving, and his whole body was hidden in a large black cloak, with a hoarse voice. A voice came from under the hood:

"Lord Voldemort, he... Connor is here, he's coming here soon, and I can't stop him."

All the people present were shocked when they heard it.

Harry and Ron's eyes sparkled with surprise, while Voldemort frowned.

"Is that Connor Lake? How did he come? Didn't we choose a time when he wasn't around?"

The voice of the man in black was a little trembling: "I don't know...but he found the entrance of the secret room and is coming here, should we avoid first—"

"Is Dumbledore with him?" Voldemort's focus was not the same.

"...No, as long as he, and his magic painting."

"Oh, then there is nothing to worry about." Tom's tone suddenly relaxed, and he chuckled: "After all, he is still young and energetic, so he didn't inform Dumbledore? Isn't that just in line with our plan? Today Just get rid of him here, isn't that exactly what you expected from [task]? Don't worry, I will help you."

The man in black didn't speak, but Harry saw him trembling slightly. He nodded towards Voldemort, and then, together with the basilisk, dived into the "sea of ​​snakes" beside him.

An unhappy expression flashed across Tom's face. He fiddled with his wand for a while, and said to Harry, "It seems that our game is going to be suspended for a while. You seem to have a good teammate."

"You bastards wait to die! Connor will definitely beat you all down!" Ron finally found a chance to show his presence, but he couldn't make a sound under Tom's spell the next second , twisted into a painful ball.

Harry held his wand tightly and waited for it. He calmed down. Although he didn't know how Connor found him, it was definitely exciting news. After all, Connor was the shadow of a famous tree at Hogwarts. The most reliable celebrity, his desperate situation seems to have turned around.

Tom didn't speak for a while, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he seemed to be expecting something.

In this weird atmosphere, rhythmic footsteps came from the passage behind him, and his figure slowly appeared at the junction of light and darkness.

Connor, entered the secret room.

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"Clap clap clap..."

Tom looked past Harry and landed on the visitors at the entrance, clapping leisurely: "Welcome, Mr. Connor Lake, I didn't expect us to meet so soon, I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"..." Connor observed the environment, approached the central altar step by step, and greeted calmly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Tom."

"Connor," Harry retreated to Connor, his face relaxed a lot: "Save Ron, and Malfoy, this man is Voldemort when he was young, and he has a companion, be careful..."

Voldemort didn't expect to hear his own name from Connor's mouth suddenly, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You know me?"

Connor patted Harry on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Of course, Tom Riddle, a gifted student who was loved by professors 60 years ago, of course I know you."

"It seems that you are indeed as capable as the rumors," Voldemort also said with a smile: "But I prefer to be called the successor of Slytherin, Voldemort."

The two were talking with smiles on their faces. If it wasn't for the hissing of snakes that sounded from time to time, Harry would have thought that the two were having a friendly exchange at the reception.

"Okay, Mr. Tom, nice to meet you, Mr. Tom." Connor glanced at the two little kids floating in the air, rubbed his wand with his thumb, and said, "My juniors seem to be a little naughty Well, I suppose Mr. Tom wouldn't mind giving them a lecture?"

Every time Connor said "Mr. Tom", young Voldemort's face darkened, as if he didn't like hearing him called that name.

"It seems that you haven't learned to respect your predecessors—"

As Voldemort spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and waved his wand, and a green light shot diagonally upwards. Harry was still curious about what this man was shooting, but he saw that the opponent's attack point started to float towards him at some point. Ron!

Before Harry could yell, Connor's wand reacted faster than he could, and two spells, one red and one green, collided in the air and then disappeared simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought each other, but Ron and Malfoy had already moved behind Connor, and Voldemort's hostage was taken away by Connor in an instant, and the outcome was obvious.

"As expected of a young genius who is expected to succeed Dumbledore," Voldemort's face became more gloomy, and his smile became more and more dangerous:

"Was that your magic painting follower just now? Although I hid my figure, I felt another wave of magic power. Hehe, meeting is more famous. Your strength is stronger than that of [Savior] Harry Potter next to you." too much."

"Ron! Are you all right!"

Ron was lying in Harry's arms, dying. Harry looked up at Connor, and Connor easily lifted the curse on Ron.