"Use what little brain you have left. Do you think I need some trick to stall you?" Ian shook his head contemptuously, raised his magic wand, and opened his arms. The magic wand trembled slightly in his hands, not from fear, but from the accumulation of power, about to surge forth like a torrent.
Just then.
The Little Wizard's lips curled slightly.
His robe fluttered wildly even without a breeze, making a flapping sound.
The next moment, the tip of his magic wand burst into a dazzling light, an eerie blue fire suddenly erupted, like a sleeping Giant Dragon awakening, instantly igniting the surrounding air. Immediately, furious Fiery Fire shot up into the air from all directions, filling every corner of the Secret Chamber ruins.
The fire was as blue as the deep sea. The Fiery Fire burned fiercely, with tongues of flame dancing wildly, like countless angry snakes, consuming everything madly, making the collapsed rubble crackle and burst in the high temperature.
Visible to the naked eye, it turned to dust.
Magic Power surged within the Little Wizard like an endless ocean, raising towering waves. That power erupted from his body, transforming into an invisible pressure that enveloped the entire space.
The air was filled with a chilling, formidable power.
"Are you provoking me?"
Voldemort, occupying Harry's body, stood opposite.
Pale face appearing even more sinister in the firelight. A flash of rare dread flitted through his eyes, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly, seemingly resisting the invisible pressure.
"I'm asking you, how much chance do you think you have… of defeating me?" In the light of the fire, Ian's gaze was calm, with the surging Fiery Fire surrounding him.
Like the most loyal servants.
"Gulp~"
That was the sound of swallowing saliva. Voldemort, who once made the entire Magic Realm tremble, now also felt the intense pressure from Ian. His trademark snake-like pupils showed a touch of indescribable terror, and he unconsciously took a slight step back.
"How do you have such powerful Magic Power!"
He exclaimed in disbelief. Clearly, although he knew some things about Ian, his understanding was only limited to the Little Wizard in school.
The memories of the Voldemort who was killed by Ian had not synchronized here.
"That's not the answer I want to hear." Ian did not answer, only slightly raised his chin, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. His gaze was like a knife piercing straight into Voldemort's heart.
"Of course it's not me! It's that damned diary! It's that sixteen-year-old me! It feigned cooperation with me but wanted to use me and the other soul in this body as sacrifices for his revival!"
Perhaps seeing the Fiery Fire creeping toward him, Voldemort, in Harry's body, immediately roared in panic.
He revealed information that Ian had not expected. The Snake Monster was actually killed by the remnant soul in the diary, and that diary even wanted to sacrifice Harry.
"This is indeed interesting."
Ian raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhat surprised.
He certainly knew that the later Voldemort became, the more his intelligence was occupied by madness. Sixteen-year-old Riddle was indeed very smart, but he hadn't expected that Soul Artifacts could also have internal conflicts.
This was probably related to the deal made by the Voldemort who was revived last year. Of course, compared to the internal conflict of Voldemort's Soul Artifacts, Ian was more concerned about his unresolved feelings.
"Why did he kill my Snake Monster?"
The Little Wizard was certain that the Snake Monster's soul couldn't be used for reviving.
"Of course, it was so he could have the strength to backstab me!" The gritted-teeth "Harry" seemed quite agitated, his tone brimming with resentfulness as he revealed another crime of his own self.
"At first, I and him were exchanging information, conspiring together to escape that terrible fate, so we set up a plan to unleash the Snake Monster to attack students at Hogwarts."
"It was a good plan, a win-win plan. We could both have enough souls to sacrifice to become separate entities, but he betrayed me in this Secret Chamber!"
"He said he didn't want to provoke the three strongest people today. His revival only needed the soul of me and the body I occupied, intending to use magic to launch a sneak attack on me from behind."
"Unfortunately, he counted and counted, but didn't count on me being constantly wary of him. I know myself too well, so he didn't succeed in killing me by using that student with weak magic power."
"Harry's" tone was filled with grievances towards "himself," and those vertical pupils showed a look of shame and anger, clearly considering the act of being tricked by "himself" as a great humiliation.
"Tsk tsk, infighting, and even being chased to this dark place by a younger version of yourself, sneaking around trying to sacrifice, how should I evaluate your experience… truly pathetic." Ian didn't hide his mockery, his lightly spoken words causing "Harry's" expression to twist extremely.
This guy tried several times to raise the magic wand that should belong to Harry.
But in the end, he held back.
Despite the madness and desire for slaughter filling his brain, the remaining reason still reminded this remnant soul of the Black Demon King that Ian's majestic and terrifying Magic Power was not a force he could contend with before reviving.
Helplessly.
This remnant soul of Voldemort could only strive to defend himself.
"I saw through his plot! I withdrew from this Secret Chamber in time, leaving him and the Snake Monster in this chamber, then chose this pure-blooded little girl as my sacrifice."