Tom Riddle frowned deeply and gripped Harry's wand tight, still wanted to attempt something, kept accelerating his body's fading speed.
Voldemort showed a sinister smile. "I know what you want... You want to return to your original place, right?"
Tom Riddle pressed his lips together. This silence undoubtedly confirmed Voldemort's words.
Voldemort put his hands behind his back. "This is the difference between us. I walked far enough... Saw enough. So I thought of this method—can strip you out and merge you in!"
"Hogwarts has many secrets, seems enough to explore for a lifetime... But can't be limited here! Outside is a vast world that can also let us know much more!"
He lightly flicked the silver threads connecting them. "Like this... Even with master-servant distinction, we're still one entity..."
"After tracing origins, using our commonalities as connection, can slowly pull... Drag you out and return to my body."
"Expecto..." Tom Riddle struggled to draw a circle and cast Patronus Charm.
"Want to trigger 'Priori Incantatem'?" Voldemort didn't give him the chance and directly seized Harry's wand. "Do you think I don't exist?"
He inhaled again. Tom Riddle's figure became more illusory—seemed like just a few more breaths and Tom Riddle would completely disappear.
Voldemort did exactly that, chest heaved violently several times, and eyes flashed crimson light.
Tom Riddle still existed like a ghost—legs no longer visible, like a human-shaped veil.
"Albus... Dumbledore?" Voldemort's brow furrowed. His voice echoed through the Chamber.
"Won't come out?" Voldemort raised his arm and repeatedly waved his wand at the ceiling.
Black energy after black energy burst from the wand, exploded with sharp whistling, and shot straight toward the ceiling.
Black energy intertwined with the Chamber's green haze, accompanied by massive boom—entire Chamber trembled.
Stone pillars supporting the ceiling thunderously broke. Massive stones fell from ceiling and swept up countless dust clouds.
Voldemort listened carefully. In the rumbling noise, he heard several familiar sounds.
After a while, the Chamber finally calmed. Through rolling dust, could see ground in chaos, scattered with countless broken stones and ruins.
Voldemort smiled broadly. "Come out... Wizette! I heard your voice!"
Footsteps approached from far to near. A figure emerged in the green haze.
Firenze once mentioned—through astrology, he observed Uranus's anomaly.
With Wizette's astronomy knowledge, Uranus's anomaly brought various accidents—these accidents often extremely abnormal, difficult to predict what would happen.
Voldemort's sudden appearance plus sudden attack on Tom Riddle—both could connect to Uranus's anomaly.
Regarding soul research, Voldemort obviously went far—otherwise wouldn't think of some method to hide himself in soul gaps and avoid Dumbledore's attention.
Must say, just the approach Voldemort provided gave Wizette great gains.
If not for the special situation now, he'd definitely take out his notebook, record this soul usage method, and ponder slowly later.
Voldemort wanted to absorb Tom Riddle and complete self-restoration—Wizette naturally couldn't let him succeed.
Therefore he lurked in darkness and waited for optimal moment. Tom Riddle's power needed to weaken more, then could use the Spirit-Luring Box to capture him.
During this waiting process, Wizette sorted out various events based on Voldemort and Tom Riddle's dialogue.
The cause naturally was still that Horcrux, next was after Wizette explored souls—the Patronus he cast.
Since Wizette first cast Patronus and didn't grasp proportions, Patronus's influence range was large and awakened sleeping Voldemort.
By coincidence, Voldemort detected Tom Riddle's existence and at some time period hid in Lockhart's body.
Voldemort formulated a series of plans through "turning tables" method—planned to reabsorb Tom Riddle's soul fragment, thereby complete himself and strengthen power.
Voldemort finally saw clearly the figure in green haze, eyes revealed greed. "Wizette... Truly long time no see!"
"Ventus! Accio Harry!" Wizette dispersed dust and walked before Voldemort. "If possible, I hope to never meet."
With Ancient Magic: Enhanced Summoning Charm's help, Harry flew toward Wizette like an arrow.
Wizette yielded space and let Harry continue flying forward, away from his and Voldemort's position.
"Truly merciful, I'm moved to tears..." Voldemort showed sinister smile, inhaled and felt. "Wizette, you know?"
"Even just like now, not completely absorbing him, I have a different feeling! Feeling of rebirth!"
"Is that so?" Wizette drove the Geis's power and increased Spirit-Luring Box's absorption intensity. "Actually I have another method that can let you truly gain rebirth."
Silver threads connecting Voldemort and Tom Riddle shook, accompanied by extremely faint hissing sounds—some silver threads suddenly broke.
With a sway, Tom Riddle seemed to lose balance and fell toward Wizette's direction.
Tom Riddle's face showed humiliation but could only open and close mouth—already couldn't make a sound.
"Seems you came prepared!" Voldemort pressed his lips and thrust out his wand sharply. Wand tip immediately burst black energy. "Wizette, let me see how much you've grown!"
Wizette knew this black energy's terror, didn't use Iron Armor Charm to block, and instead chose evasion.
Ancient Magic: Fulguris Celeritas!
With lightning and thunder, Wizette appeared five meters away—black energy Voldemort released exploded at this moment.
He immediately waved his wand and combined Levitation Charm with Ancient Magic: Projectile Mastery. Scattered boulders around became handy projectiles, all followed wand's trajectory and smashed hard toward Voldemort.
"Nonverbal Levitation Charm? Much better than before!" Voldemort gripped wand and swept forward—front immediately spread black energy that ground attacking boulders to powder. "But seems useless?"
BOOM!
Next moment, scattered powder simultaneously exploded—firelight like blooming flower sea submerged Voldemort within.
This was Ancient Magic: Projectile Mastery's special effect—could detonate hidden Ancient Magic power within and achieve unexpected results.
In firelight, Voldemort shouted harshly. "Seems you're confident to this degree—plan to duel me?"
Wizette asked back. "Must I duel you?"
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