Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 693 192: Tom's Plot and Ian's Crossing_4

"You really don't understand me, Voldemort. This little girl is just a dispensable mortal," Ian's eyes revealed a hint of disdain and indifference.

The speed of the Fiery Fire did not slow down.

It's swiftly surrounding Voldemort.

"You don't care about her, but do you not care about Harry Potter? He's the so-called hero of the Wizarding World. If you kill me, he will have to accompany me to meet the God of Death!"

Voldemort was shocked by Ian's attitude. He hadn't expected Ian to be so resolute. With no choice, he could only shout at Ian while evading the assault of the Fiery Fire.

The Savior's life.

This is his last card.

"This is a necessary sacrifice, Voldemort. I think Harry will be willing... for the greater good." Ian swung his magic wand, and the raging Fiery Fire flooded the entire Secret Chamber.

They devoured Voldemort's hastily conjured magic defenses.

"I'll give Harry a dignified end. He died opposing you, alongside this Slytherin girl, falling in the battle against evil."

"Tomorrow's newspapers will announce this news, and I might even receive an honor or medal for avenging them and defeating you."

Ian's expression was cold, his eyes full of indifference, and completely mismatched with his rather mocking voice, seeming to crazily provoke Voldemort's inner thoughts with words all well-orchestrated.

Seeing "Harry" full of incredulity.

Ian adds weight.

"Tom, we have the same origins, the same past... how are we not the same kind of person?" With that, Ian controlled the Fiery Fire to directly engulf the discarded Pansy.

The blue flames surged wildly.

Teasing Voldemort's taut nerves.

"No! You shouldn't be like this! You shouldn't be so evil!"

Seeing Ian ruthlessly kill a classmate, Voldemort couldn't help but feel an infinite terror rise in his heart, gradually realizing Ian might be different from what he understood.

Indeed.

As a student... I was also good at disguising. The more he thought, the more uneasy and terrified he became, seeing his Shield about to be shattered by Ian's Fiery Fire, he completely believed Ian's words, realizing Ian was different from those sanctimonious White Wizards. This young boy would indeed kill Harry, the Savior.

"You've got some nerve!"

At the moment the Shield completely disintegrated.

"Harry" could no longer restrain himself, because he saw Ian raising his magic wand, once again emanating a familiar green light, targeting the boy possessed by himself.

Clearly, the Fiery Fire could burn everything, why use the Killing Curse too? Switching positions, Voldemort instantly understood—this was an attempt to frame him using his signature skill!

The little boy opposite truly intended to sacrifice the Savior for fame and glory!

"Avada Kedavra!"

Ian's Killing Curse surged forth.

The next moment.

At the instant before the magic could hit Harry.

"Ah!!!"

Voldemort suddenly let out a painful howl towards the sky, dropped his magic wand, and raised both arms, a black soul like a twisted Giant Dragon burst out from Harry's mouth.

It carried reluctance and despair, rushing towards the exit of the Secret Chamber. The speed was rapid, the Fiery Fire pursued, yet failed to catch up, allowing Voldemort, who strived desperately for survival, to escape to the exit.

"I remember you! I will still..."

A spiteful voice roared.

However.

As the black mist darted out the door, attempting to gather strength for a comeback, its cruel words abruptly stopped, a figure that had long been guarding the door swiftly descended.

"Kie-kie-kie-kie-kie~"

It swallowed Voldemort's remaining soul in one gulp, even before Voldemort's soul could react to what was happening, it had already swallowed and refined Voldemort's soul.

The purple flames on the Black Phoenix began to burn exceptionally strong. The digestion time was short, and quickly, the ignited purple flames started to fade away.

In the Secret Chamber.

Ian once again felt a force transmitting through the link between himself and the Phoenix. His whole body continually heated up, a sensation as though his flesh was burning.

Familiar growth in Magic Power.

The golden Magic Runes on his body flickered a few more times.

However.

The pattern in his mind did not become clearer—his Path of Legends had not advanced due to the increase in Magic Power, undoubtedly because the Little Wizard hadn't found a way to explore it.

"I said the Lighting Spell works better than the Killing Curse." The Little Wizard looked at his magic wand, extinguished the last bit of green glow on it, and stepped toward Harry, who fell as Voldemort left.

Lucky for him.

Harry was still alive.

Though his soul was weakened, it was unharmed—Ian turned to the gradually dying Fiery Fire, the blue flames receding, revealing Miss Pansy Parkinson unharmed.

Of course, he hadn't killed this first-year junior girl. Although Ian really didn't like Slytherin College, he hadn't truly gone insane to kill the innocent.

The Little Wizard was just acting.

Combining the words and actions of many people he knew, he acted very enjoyably. To rescue two junior schoolmates in that situation, the best solution Ian could think of was to pretend not to care.

To make Voldemort realize the cards he held couldn't restrain Ian, Ian gambled that this encounter's Voldemort, due to being the last created Soul Artifact, wasn't bright enough.