Chapter 702: Tomb (Edited)

Voldemort was rejected, and an invisible wall of air kept him separated from the gap between the train carriage door and the platform.

This invisible, intangible yet extremely powerful wall prevented Voldemort from advancing and indicated to him that the area in front of him was inaccessible.

Voldemort was rejected, and an invisible wall of air kept him separated from the gap between the train carriage door and the platform.

"Ha!" Seeing Voldemort stagger in his indecision, Tom couldn't help but laugh. "Lord Voldemort, didn't you know that wizards who have created Horcruxes cannot be reincarnated? You can only stay here... Until the end of time!"

That's why wizards are reluctant to use Horcruxes to prolong their lives: the negative effects are too severe!

Once a Horcrux is created, the soul is no longer whole, and after death, it cannot be reincarnated. For wizards, this is undoubtedly the most severe curse.

Faced with death, most wizards choose to "move on," meaning they reincarnate. A small number of wizards who are attached to the world of the living can become ghosts. Who would want to be trapped at the reincarnation station without moving forward or backward?

Voldemort, discovered by Tom, felt humiliated and furious, planning to teach him a lesson, but his spell dissipated before reaching Tom.

"Here, a damaged soul can't threaten a whole one." A lazy voice echoed from the carriage. Avada was dressed as a ticket vendor, reclining lazily next to the carriage door, watching the confrontation between Tom and Voldemort.

Voldemort clearly didn't believe in such a thing, but after several attempts, he had to admit that he really couldn't do anything to Tom in this place.

"Mr. Riddle, I advise you not to try any harder," Avada said with a mocking attitude. It was the first time he had seen such a damaged soul.

There really wasn't any wizard who dared to split their soul into seven pieces.

"Perhaps we can use him as a target for practice," Tom said as he looked at the feeble Voldemort in the station, and an idea sparkled in his mind.

Hermione also noticed that, but to treat this famous Dark Lord like a punching bag, she still needed to adjust her mindset.

They both took turns facing Voldemort. After Hermione adjusted her mindset, Voldemort became a simple punching bag.

Soon, realizing Tom and Hermione's intentions, Voldemort stopped using complex spells to confront them; after all, he couldn't be killed here.

Tom made several sarcastic remarks, and Voldemort didn't respond at all.

Seeing Voldemort so "boring," Tom couldn't do anything. The fun of staying here had disappeared, so it was better to return to the world of the living.

"Hey, take me with you! I can fulfill all your wishes!" Seeing that Tom was really leaving, Voldemort became anxious, and a variety of promises flowed like water from his mouth, but all were ignored by Tom.

He tried to run towards the tail of the phoenix, get on the last train, but was stopped by the invisible wall. Apparently, after death, the punishment was not only the inability to reincarnate but also futile attempts to come back to life.

Tom ignored Voldemort's "dying" struggles and, without further ado, called the phoenix and, along with Hermione, grabbed the phoenix's tail.

"Goodbye, Riddle! By the way, what do you think other wizards will do when they find out how weak you are?" Before leaving, Tom didn't forget to utter some cutting words, which made Voldemort's face even worse.

Then, he and Hermione rode on the phoenix and left the station.

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"Lead the way obediently," a voice with a strange tone impatiently urged, "You haven't paid your debt yet, have you? So why beat around the bush?"

"Yes, yes..." Ludo Bagman was sweating profusely, with a flattery-filled expression. The one who had spoken to him was a goblin, sent by his creditors to collect the debts.

Paying debts was a matter of principle, even the Minister of the Ministry of Magic couldn't deny it. These days, Bagman had been practically squeezed dry by these relentless goblins. Originally, he had hoped for the last event of the Triwizard Tournament to turn the situation around and recover, but due to the invasion of Hogwarts, the third event of the tournament was canceled. Naturally, he couldn't do it anymore.

With no alternatives, Bagman fixed his gaze on one place. He knew there was a lot of money there that could solve his urgent problem.

That place was the tomb of Tom Yodel and Hermione Granger.

In the shocking Battle of Hogwarts, Tom and Hermione perished together, and Professor Dumbledore buried them together near the dark lake of the school, said to be due to the deep guilt he felt towards them, he had placed many funerary items in their coffins.

Bagman, with no other options, conceived a sinister plan. He thought that instead of burying all that wealth in the ground, it would be better to dig it out and use it to pay his debts.

Tom Yodel was a kind person, and if he were alive, he surely wouldn't object. Bagman comforted himself and encouraged himself in that way.

So, under the cover of darkness, Bagman and the goblin crossed the Hogwarts campus. In the distance, only the silhouette of Hogwarts Castle could be seen in the dark of night, as all the lights were off.

Bagman and the goblin circled the lake and soon arrived at the tomb. The tomb was under a large willow tree, and in front of the gravestone were some fresh flowers.

Bagman raised his wand, and a white marble sarcophagus emerged from the ground, appearing before them.

Bagman's heart was beating rapidly; he was extremely nervous.

"Open!" The lid of the white marble sarcophagus opened, revealing everything inside it in the moonlight.

Bagman took a look and couldn't take his eyes off.

What he saw were countless golden Galleons, surrounding the occupants of the tomb, forming a sea of gold.

They were dressed in luxurious robes, closely bound together in a deep sleep.

"This... this money can pay my debts ten times over..." Bagman murmured to himself, extremely amazed. He didn't realize that Tom and Hermione's bodies were incredibly well-preserved, as if they were asleep.

"If you can settle your debts, it'll depend on me counting them first," said the goblin greedily. He eagerly stuck his claw-like hand into the coffin and pulled out handfuls of gold coins.

The Galleons piled up into a small mountain at his feet, but he still wasn't satisfied. His gaze turned to the tomb's owner.

"What truly has value must be in her possession..." The clawed hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Hermione's wrist.