Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Let's get to know each other again." Tom Riddle first looked up at the sky, then chuckled and pulled out his wand, slid it quickly in the air, and wrote three shining names:

"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

Tom Riddle waved his wand fiercely-

The letters automatically changed their order and became:

"I am lord Voldemort"

"Voldemort is my past, my present, and my future." Tom Riddle said slowly.

The wizards in the audience were stunned by the scene in front of them. Some of them reacted immediately, pulled out their wands, and prepared to deal with possible dangers. They knew that the identity of the person in front of them was unusual. His appearance might mean the awakening of some mysterious power or other unpredictable events.

Other wizards had already known the ins and outs of the scene in front of them. They sneered, with a hint of disdain and ridicule in their eyes. For them, the scene in front of them might just be the beginning, and they had already expected everything that would happen next. These wizards remained calm, as if they had already been out of the game.

Some wizards chose to remain neutral. They were neither frightened nor sneering, but watched the whole scene coldly. Their eyes revealed a detached look, as if they didn't care about what was happening in front of them, but they also concealed a hint of observation and waiting.

Ignoring the noise and noise of many wizards in the audience, Tom Riddle just quietly and slowly stepped back a few steps.

With each step back, his figure seemed to become lighter and lighter, and finally, as if supported by a mysterious force, his feet left the ground and floated in the air.

Suddenly, a throne that seemed to be made of silver appeared out of thin air in the air, and its luster reflected dazzling light under the sunlight of the volcano.

Tom Riddle slowly sat on the throne, his position high above, as if overlooking all living beings in the world. Under his feet, the emotions of the wizards seemed to be suppressed by his presence, and for a while, the audience was silent.

"It's time." Tom Riddle's voice was both cruel and kind, echoing above the stone temple.

As his words fell, a pale flame suddenly ignited above his head. This flame was different from ordinary flames. Not only did it have no heat, but it emitted a cold glow, like a flame from another world, which seemed both mysterious and inviolable.

The surrounding air suddenly began to tremble violently-

No, not the air, it should be said that it was more than just the air. Almost all the wizards present felt that there seemed to be a lot of sand hidden in their teeth.

These countless sands swirled and jumped violently in their teeth, so hard that it made people's heads hurt.

Even the air began to jump with them.

Countless "hissing" sounds filled the brains of every wizard present.

"Ah--!"

Finally someone shouted the first one.

The attention of the crowd was suddenly pulled back.

As Tom Riddle's disturbing words fell, the atmosphere on the top of the mountain suddenly began to change. Not only was the cold pale flame jumping in the air, but the surrounding environment began to change dramatically.

Soon, this strange and painful feeling began to spread throughout the body.

The wizards were horrified to find that tiny cracks began to appear on the surface of their skin, and tiny spots of light began to escape from these cracks.

These spots of light were part of their bodies, slowly disintegrating into countless smaller particles.

These particles seemed to be attracted by an invisible force and floated towards the pale flames in the air.

The skin, muscles and even bones of the whole body were irreversibly disintegrating. Every muscle and every bone seemed to be struggling independently, and then turned into countless trembling particles.

These particles flickered with faint light in the air, like the ever-changing stars in the night sky.

The wizards screamed one after another, and they tried to stop it with their wands, but magic seemed powerless in the face of this mysterious power.

Their movements gradually became slow and clumsy, because their bodies were gradually losing their original material form and turning into clusters of flickering light particles.

The whole scene was like a doomsday disaster, and the pale flames in the air burned more and more vigorously, as if devouring the life essence of these wizards.

In this horrific scene, only Tom Riddle still sat calmly on his silver throne, observing the tragedy below with indifference. His expression did not fluctuate at all, as if all this was within his expectations.

"No! Master! Master! Master!" A panicked voice suddenly sounded, and this voice was extremely familiar to Voldemort -

So familiar that it was disgusting.

Tom Riddle slowly turned his head and gave that voice his last bit of mercy.

Bridget Baker watched in horror as her body was decomposed. At this time, she lay on the ground and desperately shouted to Tom Riddle who was suspended in the air.

"Master! Master! Why!" Bridget Baker asked desperately.

"Oh Umbridge." Tom Riddle said lightly, "I have wanted to get rid of you for a long time."

There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, just like slapping a mosquito today and a fly tomorrow.

"If you didn't have some means and abilities, do you think I would let you, a disgusting and self-righteous bastard, stay in my team for so long?" Tom Riddle said disgustedly.

"Bastard! Bastard? How dare you call me a bastard?" Bridget Baker, or Dolores Umbridge, the dark magic teacher who made Harry and his group hate her in the fifth grade.

At this time, with all the magic stripped away, Dolores Umbridge, who had disguised herself as Bridget Baker through the Polyjuice Potion, had returned to her original appearance - a short, fat, ugly woman with a broad, flabby face and a black velvet bow on her short curly hair. "You are a bastard too! You are a bastard too! Tom Riddle!" She cursed, even though she knew she could not escape the fate of death, her eyes were still full of anger and hatred, staring at the young Voldemort sitting on the silver throne. "Hehe." The young Voldemort was in a good mood at this time, so he forgave the offensive words of the man who was about to disappear. But he did not respond to the ugly toad's plan, but just leaned gently on the silver throne and chanted a spell. He and his entire silver throne turned into a silver ball of light, like the sun, angry at the top of the stone temple. The silver light shone in all directions, submerging the entire stone tower and the entire Tasupankai Village.

But what he didn't know was that the entire scene was like a scroll, being torn away from the real world.