After a huge explosion, smoke and dust billowed.

A figure was stretched into a long and narrow shape by the light.

Everyone in the vault looked up.

Bellatrix talked nonsense, and even if she didn't answer, the man would get the answer he wanted - where is Harry? Harry is just outside the door.

"It seems it's still a little late."

"You have been resurrected, Tom Riddle."

Harry walked out in the smoke, looked at him, and spoke slowly.

Tom Riddle.

This name made Voldemort's face change. He looked at Harry, a boy as tall as himself: "You know my name?"

"Dumbledore told you?"

Harry shook his head. "You told me that yourself, the other you."

Voldemort's face changed again.

This is not good news…

I know nothing about Harry Potter, his fighting style, his thinking logic, and his life experience.

But this is not the first time that the opponent has fought with me, so he must know me better.

"And I know a lot of your little secrets." Harry clapped his hands. "For example, you consider yourself a pure-blood and a descendant of the Gaunt family, but you seem to have never told anyone that your mother, a Gaunt, used a love potion to control an ordinary person and gave birth to you, a half-blood."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry, with a hint of surprise in the depths of his pupils.

He already knows news of this magnitude?

Harry smiled softly: "I know a lot more."

"Like, for example, you searched the girls' bathroom day and night to find a secret room."

"For example, why did you get... oh, this thing you have now, at the cost of your beauty..."

Voldemort did not let him finish his words.

Avada Kedavra!

A green light flashed and rushed towards Harry's face.

Harry waved his wand.

Flocks of birds!

A flock of living birds were summoned, but before they could even sing, one of them was hit by the green light and killed, and the rest fled in haste.

"You really don't want to talk about these things?" Harry shook his head, his tone helpless, "Tom, these are all your past, you have to accept it."

As he spoke, he paused slightly.

Harry suddenly realized: "Oh, no, your seduction of the older wealthy woman should be considered as just completed now? It should be considered as the present, not the past?"

"You talk a lot." Voldemort waved his wand.

The black fire surged.

A huge fire snake smashed towards Harry.

Kingsley's face suddenly changed, and he hastily retreated to the door. Harry grabbed him and waved his wand lightly again. The vault shook violently, and the floor was lifted up, condensing into a huge stone man, which collided violently with the fire snake.

Black sparks flew everywhere.

Voldemort waved his wand, and all kinds of evil curses poured out from the tip of the wand, scattering like fireworks.

Harry responded with a spell as well.

"Not bad." Voldemort praised him. "As a fifth-year wizard, you deserve praise for your level. Even when I was in the fifth year, I was probably not much better than you."

"But you shouldn't be in front of me at this level."

"My servant said that you managed to defeat me twice, and perhaps that gave you the illusion that you could face me head on."

"But I'm sorry."

"I am the greatest dark wizard."

Harry tilted his head and looked at him: "The greatest dark wizard?"

"Tom, you should have a clear understanding of yourself. You are just the most shameless and the best at deceiving young girls, oh, and old girls."

Voldemort's hands trembled.

A spell that should not have appeared in his tactical system, although it was very good, was almost impossible to have any effect - "Tongue and Throat Lock" was cast, and it hit the stone man in front of Harry with a fierce blow.

Why does this person have a mouth?

Why does this person know so much about my past?

Why can he exaggerate so much and I can't find any angle to refute it?

He originally had no feelings towards Harry Potter, even though he had caused his original body to fail twice and even die, but that was more than ten years later, and without having experienced it, there would not be much emotional resonance.

But now, emotionally, he and his future self stand on the same front.

Kill Potter!

And torture him to death!

His magic power surged, continuously shooting out and continuously suppressing.

"Potter, why aren't you talking?" Voldemort manipulated the transforming creation, the spell danced, and the evil breath of black magic filled the entire vault. It was so thick that Kingsley found it difficult to breathe and his face turned green.

The oppression of the Dark Lord.

Once again, more than a decade later, he felt it again.

Compared to Voldemort, who was a little clumsy at the beginning but gradually regained his state more than ten years ago, Harry seemed a little tired of dealing with Voldemort's magic.

The curse is on the clash.

Harry, who was in his fifth year, was always suppressed by his senior Tom Riddle, who had graduated at least three years ago.

At first, we could still rely on the Transfiguration Spell to launch some counterattacks.

But gradually, Harry could only use Mist Charm, Summoning Charm and Levitation Charm to dodge Voldemort's spells.

Kingsley wanted to help, but as soon as he took out his wand, he would be attacked by the Death Eaters.

Not only would he be of no help, but he would also distract Harry from supporting him.

After several attempts, he simply gave up his unrealistic idea of ​​helping, holding his wand, he retreated to the vault, secretly hoping that Professor Dumbledore would arrive soon!

Although Harry is very powerful, he is far beyond the scope of the average fifth-year wizard.

but……

The opponent is no ordinary person either.

That's the mysterious man, even if he just resurrected...

"Speak, Potter." Voldemort taunted again, "Don't you like talking very much?"

"In this kind of situation, you might as well tell some jokes about yourself to lighten the atmosphere. I hate this gloomy feeling."

He taunted and sneered.

The spells cast became more and more sharp, and each one was aimed at the most deadly place.

The clouds are misty!

Harry cast the spell for the third time.

“This little trick is useless.” Voldemort said lightly. He waved his wand without chanting any spell. The magic power swept up a huge wave of wind and blew towards the fog. “How many times has this happened?”

"You look stupid if you keep repeating a failed strategy over and over again."

A whirlwind swept across.

But this time, the strong airflow only blew away a small corner of the mist.

Voldemort reacted quickly, waving his wand.

Several Death Eaters wailed as their ribs and hand bones were torn from their flesh and blood, and flew out, still stained with fresh flesh and blood, to form a huge bone shield in front of Voldemort.

Alder!

A huge shock wave hit him, blowing him back so hard that he could not stop. His bone shield crackled and cracks spread out densely.

Axie!

Purple fluorescence traced out in a circle on the ground, encircling him, pressing down on him with a heavy force, and partially stripping away the sense of solidity of his limbs.

Spell?

magic?

Voldemort's eyes widened. He didn't feel anything. What kind of strange magic was this?

His brain didn't have time to make the most appropriate analysis and find the most reliable response method.

With a click——

The sharp sword slashed and broke the bone shield.

Immediately afterwards, the sword blew fiercely, brushing his neck and cutting off his shoulder.

"I was just testing how much ability you have now." Harry said calmly, "You seem to be a typical Slytherin. Does such a slight advantage make you so arrogant?"

"Tom, you are weak."

"I thought that even if you are not as powerful as you were in your prime, you should at least be far superior to the average dark wizard."

"But you're not even as good as Snape."

“It’s only slightly better than the average professor.”

As he spoke, he slashed with his sword again.

Voldemort dodged in a panic, but he had no experience in dealing with cold weapons. He coordinated his brain and body to dodge, and it seemed that he had dodged, but the snake-bone sword still cut his chest, leaving a hideous wound.

This is……

His eyes widened and he lowered his head to cover the wound.

This kind of numb and spicy feeling.

"Looks familiar?" Harry walked around, waving the sword in his hand. "This is a basilisk, a pet of Slytherin. You once caused trouble with it and killed a student."

"How about it?"

"Isn't its venom very interesting?"

Tom gritted his teeth, the venom evaporating, and his speech became unclear: "You actually used a sword!"

"Didn't your servants tell you?" Harry drew his sword, and every move was deadly. "Half of my strength lies in the sword."

With a "puff", the sword flashed.

An arm fell and hit the ground hard, splashing a stream of blood.

Tom stopped talking.

He tapped his wand.

The Death Eaters whose bones were taken out suddenly lost control of their bodies and pounced towards Harry.

There are so many obstacles!

Harry cast an Impediment Charm.

With a loud bang——

The blocked Death Eater's flesh and blood exploded like grand fireworks in response to the stress, and the scattered, sticky flesh and blood continued to crawl towards Harry with the tenacity of a maggot.

The flames are blazing!

Harry blasted another spell.

The gunpowder burned every piece of disgusting flesh and blood, and with a snap, it exploded, a small blood-red firework eroded the floor, and corroded a horrible gap in the blink of an eye.

Deadly poison!

There was more than one Death Eater who was manipulated by Voldemort.

There were four more who were also running over.

There were looks of fear and astonishment on their faces. They didn't want to be like this, but they were servants and Voldemort was the master.

A loyal servant offers himself up to his master, and everything he has belongs to him, including his freedom and his life.

Black smoke billowed as Tom swept away the remaining Death Eaters.

Bellatrix raised her wand and, without sparing any of her magic power, unleashed a thunderbolt explosion at maximum power, which blew up the ceiling of the vault. They crawled out of the hole in a panic, like rats.

Harry waved his wand and gently dealt with the four human-shaped "bombs."