novelraw Chapter 85 The 3st attempt
Chapter 85 The 3st attempt
Tom decided he had had enough.
He should make a quick decision. There is no need for such a complicated plan to deal with a weak little girl with an average level of magic.
What's more, he has already analyzed the so-called "girl who survived catastrophe", the secret of being able to survive under the death curse 11 years ago, through the burning feeling he felt when he touched her before.
In the final analysis, she has no ability, and the reason why she can survive until now is only due to the sacrifice of her Muggle mother and a little bit of good luck—this even made him a little disappointed who came all the way to the United States.
It was enough for him to take a decisive approach that left Harley defenseless...
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The girls' bathrooms in Ilvermorny are divided into colleges, each grade has its own bathroom with its own password - although it is not as private as the separate bathroom in the Wayne Mansion's own bedroom, it is more luxurious.
Yes, luxury, after all, even the bathroom in the most expensive hotel and suite under Uncle Bruce’s name cannot have dozens of faucets.
Probably, she had never been to Uncle Bruce's "pick-up" room.
Playboy is a "heavy job" that requires perennial persistence.
However, after all, Harry was spoiled by the big bedroom in the Wayne house, taking a bath with others?She is getting used to it more and more.
So she has recently developed the habit of taking a shower at dinner time - when other girls of the same grade are still in the cafeteria.Queenie just rolled her eyes at Halle's newly acquired eccentricity, and offered to bring her a meal.
After saying the password "coffee beans" to the thunderbird relief carved in white marble at the door, Harley entered the white and clean bathroom-here, from the floor to the bath is made of white marble, which makes people feel happy.
The water is still cold at this point, but as soon as you turn on the red faucet next to the bath, the water will immediately become a suitable temperature for bathing, no need to wait-this must be magic.
Harry shook his slightly messy hair and was about to take off his clothes - the bathroom was supposed to be empty when suddenly there was the sound of clearing his throat.
The voice came from behind her, and it sounded like a boy...
Harry immediately drew his wand and turned around, seeing a face with a faint smile.
"I didn't mean to take advantage of you, Harry," said Tom softly, "so I'll remind you quickly."
"This is the girls' bathroom, Tom..." Harry squinted his eyes, why did this kid come again after he hadn't survived for a few days, "How did you get past the magic in the girls' dormitory?"
"First of all, my confusion spell is the best in the whole school, and probably the best in the history of this crappy school." He stretched out his hand and gestured for the entire bathroom, "Secondly, probably, because I am not a real person at heart. ?”
"...What are you trying to express? You understand that your behavior in the girls' bathroom is very beastly? So you are not alone? Should I praise your self-critical spirit?"
Tom burst out laughing, "You're still so humorous...Harry. But, unfortunately, I need you to take my words literally."
Then he shrugged, and suddenly cast a stern look at Harry, "However, it doesn't matter whether you understand my greatness or not, because today is your day of death."
She heard this sentence countless times during the night patrol, some were said to Batman, and some were said to her.
So Harry just raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Why? Just because I rejected you? So you want to kill me? Is this a sociopath? Should I give you a single room in Arkham Asylum for the sake of my classmates? "
Tom shook a finger. "Don't think too highly of yourself, Harriet Potter. I'm not interested in you at all. Maybe that's why I can't pretend?"
"My mother, that incompetent mother, abandoned her noble blood because she was fascinated by the good skin of a muggle with dirty blood... So, in my eyes, the relationship between men and women is superfluous, just to control others tool."
"I'm not bragging. I've always had the ability to confuse anyone as I please, but for you, my hatred will never be concealed."
"Then why are you approaching me? You want me to die so deliberately? Except Voldemort... I can't think of anyone who would be so unscrupulous... You must not be a clown. Could it be that you are Voldemort's subordinate?" Harry said Analyzing, she clenched her wand tightly, but today she didn't bring a short stick for the convenience of taking a shower... This was her negligence, and if Uncle Bruce found out, he would definitely scold her.
"I didn't expect you to know your own background..." Tom put away his smile, looking a little surprised, "This is very unlike that old man Dumbledore's approach."
"Yes, not only do I know, I'm also prepared for this, just go back and tell your master to let him come here, don't send a soldier like you to insult my ability - of course, after I take you After beating all over the floor looking for teeth."
Tom burst into another burst of laughter that reverberated throughout the bathroom. "You are getting more and more interesting, Harriet Potter. Killing you will never be boring."
"To make you understand, and to justify the name of the Dark Lord." Riddle said softly, and waved his wand, writing a string of English letters in the air, "Voldemort, is my past, present and future,..." *
"My original name is Tom Riddle," his expression twisted when he saw the name displayed in the letters in the sky.
These glowing letters quickly switched positions before Harry's eyes, and recombined into one sentence - "I am Voldemort."
Harry's heart stopped beating, but he still maintained a calm expression, "So, you are the Dark Lord himself?"
"How can you be so young?" Her palms were already sweating, which shouldn't be.
It's just the natural tension that comes from not knowing him - she comforted herself.It must be because of her preparations over the years, although it allowed her to grow, but at the same time it also caused her to imagine that the other party was too strong.
It occurred to her that she had always been fatally wounded—not knowing enough about her enemies.
Tom ignored Harry's question, and still talked freely, talking to himself.
"They, those idiots who have fantasies about you, think you can beat me—so, your death needs to be a show."
"I want to take a picture of the process of me killing you, and then send it to Dumbledore and the Daily Prophet, so that wizards all over Britain know that the girl who survived is nothing at all, she is just a girl hiding under her mother's magic. Just the lucky ones, and luck will run out one day. Voldemort is back. Stronger and more worthy of the name."
He opened the door of the bathroom, "Your opponent today is not me—all the people in the entire academy who are still in the dormitory have been cast with the Imperius Curse. I can't kill you directly, I can't even touch you... I blame you!" Your meddling mother. But I can borrow someone else's hand."
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*The sentence "my past, present and future" quotes the original words of Ha Erli's diary Mr. Ben.