Chapter 254 The Cup Suffers

The slice of Voldemort inside the golden cup was subjected to an unprecedented mental attack.

The things he feared were revealed before him one by one.

He found himself back in Wu's Orphanage!

Facing so many Muggles, he was grinning and wanted to blow this place up and kill everyone:

"Low, stupid animal—dirty Muggle blood—Avada kedavra!"

Nothing happened, not even a single green light appeared—

He found that his body was empty, without even a trace of magic power left!

"That freak! He's lost his powers!"

The children who had been bullied, threatened, and stolen from by him screamed excitedly and picked up stones to throw at him, causing him great pain.

The fear of becoming a Muggle forced him to run away when facing children of his own age, constantly comforting himself that perhaps it was just a failure of magic, or because he could not get the wand.

He caught a small snake, which was supposed to be a pet that he could communicate with, an animal servant that he could command.

He hissed at it, but it didn't respond at all, as if it didn't understand him and bit his arm!

His Parseltongue ability was gone too!

Having lost his magic power and turned into a Muggle without his loyal servants, Voldemort fell into deep fear. His innate arrogance made it almost impossible for him to face the fact that he had become the ant-like creature he despised the most. He wished he could kill himself and start all over again.

But the extreme fear of death stopped him.

It doesn't matter, someone will pick him up from Hogwarts when he turns 11.

Comforting himself in this way, he kept his head down and survived until his 11th birthday.

For the first time, he was looking forward to Dumbledore's coming!

Dumbledore did come, but he took away not him, but another child.

"I am the same as you!" Panic and jealousy turned his eyes blood red, "I have this ability--"

"Although I don't know how you knew about the existence of this ability," Dumbledore still looked like he had everything under control, "but you are not on the admission list, child."

Riddle was about to pull the other person's sleeve and use sweet words to gain sympathy, but the other person suddenly Disapparated in front of him.

Now, he really became the Muggle he despised the most, who was like an ant in his eyes!

But all this was just the beginning of his nightmare.

A dozen identical Tom Marvolo Riddles stood before him!

"You are just a small piece of my soul - my Horcruxes. Now is the time to return to me." The main soul who claimed to be Voldemort threatened grimly, "You are all just Horcruxes. I am the real Voldemort."

No, how is this possible!

He couldn't stand it. He could accept that his torn soul existed in the world, but he could never accept that he was not unique!

But apparently those Tom Marvolo Riddles thought the same thing, and they all shouted:

"I am the real Voldemort - I have thoughts and memories -"

Green killing curses flew in the air, and one by one they fell down and turned into stiff, cold corpses.

"No - I am the real Voldemort - I am not a Horcrux -"

He himself screamed in pain. This was the most terrifying and unfathomable thing in his life.

Own death!

The golden cup began to tremble violently. After the protective spell on it was broken, something inside seemed to collapse again.

Perhaps it was Voldemort's backbone and strength.

…

The plastic master and apprentice standing in the 360-degree panoramic screen made sounds of disgust and disdain at the same time.

"He has no backbone, he breaks at the slightest provocation, he's a dead loser." Jian Yu used multiple adjectives to describe him. "If you scare him, he'll have a mental breakdown, tsk—"

Her comments received approval from the author who wrote that Vogel is actually Grindelwald (a fatter version).

"Now that this piece of soul has been loosened," he clapped his hands in relief after watching a drama he directed and acted himself, "then there is only one last step left. I will use a powerful black magic to separate the soul from the cup."

Facing Jian Yu's curious gaze, he raised his head slightly and spread his hands.

An ominous intuition began to play tricks on Jian Yu's mind again.

"Miss Scamander, there is a price to pay for wanting to learn. The casting of this spell is the last lesson of your summer vacation."

As soon as he finished speaking, blue flames swept through the small room. The golden cup in Jian Yu's hand let out an extremely shrill scream. A black sticky substance flowed out from it, emitting a foul odor, and was burned clean by the flames!

——That’s a fire shield!

But she herself was not burned by the flames surrounding her body, and the golden cup gradually regained its bright color.

Jian Yu couldn't see Vogel's expression in the raging fire. He only saw his black figure casting a large shadow and heard him speak in a hoarse voice:

"You have five minutes before the Ministry of Magic arrives - leave now and still have time for school to start -"

Turn your back on someone!

Realizing that he was going to burn down the house, Jian Yu suddenly grabbed the suitcase and rushed out the door!

She knew that the old man was still intent on revenge against her for the fire dragon attack!

She shouldn't have fattened him up and let him rally against her!

Now her house, furniture, and appliances...are all gone!

He won another round in the fight between the two!

Jian Yu heard the roar of a fire dragon coming from the forest far away. The sound came closer and closer, and then she was picked up by the fire dragon and flew farther and farther away.

In her haste, she struggled to look back, only to find a sign burning above the blazing blue flames -

It was a triangle with a circle in the middle and a vertical line!