Harry's words were like a knife stabbing Tom's heart.

His face turned dark in an instant.

"They're just some minor injuries, Potter, don't be too proud." Tom shook his head and raised his wand. Stone Snake and Fiendfyre pounced on Harry even more violently.

Harry responded with magic.

The ground began to soften.

Although snakes are creatures that can crawl freely in the swamp, the stone snake is just a deformed creature. Its heavy body drags it into the swamp. It struggles, but sinks deeper and deeper.

Compared to the Voldemort I encountered in the first year.

The Tom Riddle of fifty years ago was a smarter man, but not as skilled a duellist as the one now, as Professor Flitwick often said.

His tactical purpose is too obvious.

Transfiguration was a means to trap Harry, and then cast a Killing Curse to kill him in one blow.

Good idea.

But immature.

Even Harry, who had never received training from Professor Flitwick, could handle him, let alone now.

Several rounds of spells were exchanged.

The silver lion pounced forward, and Harry used Transfiguration to create a bridge, stepped on it, and stabbed Tom accurately in the center of his forehead with another sword.

"General."

"Now it's my turn."

"Senior Tom."

The black fog churned away, and Fiendfyre became uncontrollable again. The stone bridge twisted into a hollow ball, wrapping up Harry and carrying him away from Fiendfyre's range.

Bang!

The killing curse was impatient to blow up the stone bridge.

Tom resurrected again, his face looking even uglier.

Harry raised his hand and a golden shield surrounded him.

"That's the second time." Harry stared at him and pressed him, "No matter how small the damage is, it's still damage."

"And how many times can you hold out?"

"Ten times, twenty times?"

"You're dead, Senior Tom."

Tom's voice was cold: "But how long can you hold on? Mr. Potter, you are destined to die here."

"I've always been famous for my endurance." Harry waved his sword in one hand and cast a spell with the other, rushing towards Tom again.

The two men clashed with each other.

This time, the Dark Lord of the past was a little timid.

He tried his best to defend, but the more he defended, the bigger the flaw became.

Several rounds of confrontation.

It took Harry's sword even less time, plunging fiercely into his chest.

The black fog showed signs of fatigue and dissipated faster.

"This is the third time, Senior Tom!" Harry took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth - this was a soothing potion, and he needed to be calmer at this time.

And soon.

"The fourth time." Harry cut off Tom's head with a sword. "Is the magic power accumulated secretly almost used up?"

"Your mouth is as hard as my uncle's."

On the notes.

Tom's figure condensed again, and his face was almost blended with the black mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Harry didn't give him a chance to breathe.

Approaching again.

Beheaded with one sword.

"The fifth time!"

The weaker Tom became, the more successful Harry's kills became.

You can't kill it in one go.

Twice you can't kill.

Then do it a few more times, making him so weak that he can no longer condense into a physical form, can no longer cast magic, and finally throw him into the fierce fire to be completely solved.

"Potter!" Tom waved his wand, and black mist emerged from under him, lifting him up high. "I originally wanted to use you as my last sacrifice before my resurrection."

"You surprise me."

"But that's it."

The Fiery Flame grew more violent, and Tom's silhouette became illusory.

"No one can enter the chamber except the snake whisperer."

"Let us be buried here together..."

Harry tutted and interrupted him: "Your words are really unpleasant to hear. They sound just like those infatuated women who can't get the love they want and hate the love they have."

"I don't want to die with you, Tom."

This seemed to touch the scar in his heart, and his expression became even uglier.

Harry was a little surprised: "It seems that I was right. Have you ever liked a girl this much?"

"Oh, no."

"Although you are a bit perverted, as long as the girl doesn't know that you sneaked into the women's restroom, she will definitely be attracted to you."

Tom gritted his teeth.

"You changed your name, and almost no one knows that Voldemort is Tom Riddle..." Harry thought for a moment, "You are avoiding your own name, so that was something that happened to our parents?"

"Does your father or mother have this kind of deformed love?"

Tom's face turned even uglier.

He said nothing, but just waved his wand, pouring all his magic power into it. The flames became more and more fierce, covering the sky and almost filling the entire secret room.

Harry dodged left and right, hiding towards the exit of the Chamber of Secrets.

Bang--

The stone snake slammed heavily on the door, blocking the way out.

"Potter, don't even think about leaving." Tom shouted, "Right here..."

A crisp sound interrupted his words.

The familiar magic surged out again. Harry looked up and saw Fawkes, and the owner of that magic, Dumbledore, who was holding Fawkes's paw and being brought into the Chamber of Secrets.

"Riddle, the game is over." He said seriously, waving his wand.

No spell was chanted.

Just a gentle wave and a flick of the sleeves.

The fierce fire in the sky was sluggish, suppressed and curled up, getting smaller and smaller, and gradually went out.

The rolling stone snake also stopped moving and lay there dryly.

"Dumbledore." Tom, who was now only transparent, looked very pale. "Why are you back?"

Dumbledore raised his wand, his eyes deep: "Hogwarts is threatened by dark wizards."

"I can't completely abandon my students."

"It only takes a few minutes to deal with you who are not in your prime. I can take care of both sides. Tom, you are my student. I know you very well."

Harry stuffed a potion back into the Sorting Hat. "Professor Dumbledore, you're finally here. If you hadn't come, you would have gotten a roasted lion instead."

"He is no match for you." Dumbledore said with a smile, "You are much better than him, both in ability and character."

Harry shook his head, and had a premonition in his heart: "I can't kill him."

"At most, we can put him back into the notebook and make him never come out again."

"That thing seems to require fierce fire to deal with."

Dumbledore raised his wand, his voice choked up, but in that instant he uttered the spell smoothly, and a faint blue flame gushed out.

It is of the same origin and nature as the black fire used by Tom, but its aura is more penetrating and its power is probably greater.

Blue Fiendfyre fell onto the notebook.

With a hiss, Tom's whole body twisted hideously. Black liquid as thick as blood spurted out of the diary, and when it met the flames, it burned into black mist.

An evil, terrifying aura emerged from the notebook for the first time.

As brilliant as fireworks.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The flames and the breath disappeared immediately, leaving only a charred notebook.

Another wave of the wand.

The notes fell into his hands.

"Professor Dumbledore, can you tell me now what it is?" Harry couldn't take his eyes off the thing, and asked in a soft tone.