v2 Chapter 1730： Riddle vs Riddle

Under the guidance of the light ball, Ron climbed the last stage to the top of the centaur temple. It was not as dark as the bottom. The strange light from nowhere made everything in front of him clearly visible, but Ron felt that Did he have an illusion, he couldn't believe it.

He actually saw two identical boys standing on the square in front of him.

From a distance, Ron felt an inexplicable familiarity with the two boys. They all had dark hair, slender bodies, and wore Hogwarts robes...

No, it should still be different.

One of the teenagers looked more mature than the other. His body was even taller, as if he was a year longer.

undefinedFor some reason, Ron had an inexplicable disgust when he saw them.

Yes, disgust!

He used to feel that way.

Ron unearthed the memory buried deep in his heart, the memory he didn't want to recall.

He remembered who the two people on the opposite side were, and they were all Tom Riddle!

Ron's eyes widened, shocked, sure he had read it right. They were exactly the same as the Tom Riddle he had seen in Riddle's diary when he was in the second grade before, and there were two Tom Riddles, young Voldemorts, on the opposite side.

Moreover, they are still fighting.

It was a duel he had never seen before, and the level of excitement was beyond imagination.

The two sides fired spells at each other, and a lot of red, blue, and green magic lights flashed.

Their casting movements and casting speeds are almost identical. The battle entered a stalemate. At this time, the short Riddle waved his wand and transformed into a mass of black flames. The flames burned to form a huge barrier, and attacked the other Riddle with fiery temperature.

Waving the wand on the opposite side, the flame barrier quickly changed into a fiery snake. They twisted in the air and turned to attack.

Short Riddle chanted the spell, his wand raised high, then swung down sharply.

The astonishing explosion sounded along with the burst of gas, which quickly moved forward, blasting the fire snake away, and rushing towards the tall Riddle with great force, but his body disappeared in place.

He instantly appeared behind his opponent, and dark blue magic appeared from the tip of the wand.

It was a huge water polo, and it held the short Riddle firmly in it.

The short Riddle was controlled by the water prison, and he was caught off guard and choked several saliva in a row. The wand in his hand quickly drew complex magic patterns one by one, and just when Ron thought he was about to die, the water prison burst and turned into countless water droplets flying around.

This magic seemed to consume a lot of his physical strength, and he sat on the ground panting violently.

"This is all your strength?"

Riddle gasped and didn't respond.

"It's really disappointing. When I was fifteen, I was expecting better performance from you." The tall Riddle did not continue to attack, his head was raised high and said, "You have no chance of winning. Yes, I know all your magic and ideas."

"You don't understand at all, we are fundamentally different!"

"I don't see a difference except that you're weaker..."

"The difference is here." The short Riddle nodded his head with his left hand and stood up, "Our souls are fundamentally different, I know what conscience, compassion, gratitude and love are. , things you'll never understand."

Riddle, across from him, let out a burst of laughter, too much laughter.

"Conscience, pity, gratitude and love? It's ridiculous, I never thought I'd see myself say something like this, Dumbledore has successfully brainwashed you, and these weak thoughts limit you. You know, I'm beginning to wonder if you are me, I never have the memory of separating you, your birth was an accident."

"What arrogance, you are just a fragment. The main soul did not master the spell of Horcrux at that time, and did not know what it means to split the soul. It is not surprising that an accident like me occurs, and I think it is a good thing."

"I don't think so. Since it was an accident, it should disappear." The tall Riddle smiled.

"What will disappear is the main soul and you, and I will have a better future."

The tip of the wand in the short Riddle's hand was flashing red, and he turned his head and shouted to Ron, who was standing beside him, "Ron Weasley, how long are you going to stand foolishly, defeat him, You will be free."

"You actually count on that weak guy to help, it's really a degenerate benefit!"

The two Riddles fought together again, with Ron standing aside not knowing what to do.

He somewhat figured out what was going on. As long as he could defeat the tall Riddle on the opposite side, he would be able to break free and regain control of his body. The short Riddle was here to help him.

But is this level of battle really something he can participate in? He had no experience fighting Voldemort head-on, even if the opponent was just a student Voldemort. There was no more time for him to continue to hesitate. At the urging of the other party, Ron joined the battle with his wand high and shot a few stun spells.

Not surprisingly, his magic was easily cracked by Riddle on the opposite side.

On the contrary, he was caught off guard by the curse that flew from the opposite side, and he ducked in embarrassment.

"What are you doing? Stunning spell, are you joking? This is your soul, you can mobilize all your soul power, you are the master of this place." Short Riddle shouted, and he waved his wand.

A cyan magic shield appeared in front of the two of them, blocking the attack from the opposite side.

The shield then made a sound like glass shattering and dissipated everywhere.

"Soul, strength, master..."

Ron was stunned, he didn't understand at all.

Another curse struck him, and the tragic green light made people tremble. Riddle grabbed him, and the two quickly flashed to a distant place, but the other had expected them to be here.

As soon as it hit the ground, the ground changed rapidly.

Several palms appeared, firmly grasping their ankles. Before Riddle took him to Apparate again, the opposite Riddle appeared in front of them, swiping up with his wand.

There was a flash of silver, and the short Riddle's wand flew out, along with his arms.

He snorted and covered the broken part of his right arm with his left hand.

"It's time to end this farce, go where you're supposed to be," said the tall Riddle sideways, resting his wand on the other Riddle's forehead, "and I'll take over this body, Voldemort. unbeatable."

"Ron Weasley, use magic!" shouted the short Riddle.