Chapter 1800 Riddle VS Riddle

Under the guidance of the ball of light, Ron climbed up to the last stage and came to the top of the centaur temple. It was not as dark as below, and 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 in the square ahead.

From a distance, Ron felt an inexplicable familiarity with these two boys. They all have black hair, slender bodies, and wear Hogwarts school uniform robes...

No, it should still be different.

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

For some reason, Ron felt an inexplicable disgust when he saw them.

Yes, disgust!

He had felt this way before.

Ron dug out 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'd seen 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, and there were actually two Tom Riddles on the opposite side, Voldemort in his youth.

Moreover, they are still fighting a duel.

This was a duel he had never seen before, and the excitement was beyond imagination.

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

Their casting movements and casting speeds are almost exactly the same. The battle entered a stalemate. At this moment, the short Riddle swung his wand, creating a mass of black flames. The flames burned blazingly to form a huge barrier, attacking the other Riddle with a fiery temperature.

Waving the magic wand on the opposite side, the flame barrier quickly changed into a series of fire snakes. They twisted in the air and turned to attack.

Shorty Riddle said the incantation, raised his wand high, then swung it down sharply.

With the astonishing sound of the explosion, clouds of gas burst forward quickly, blasting the Fire Serpent apart, and rushed towards the tall Riddle with great power, but his body disappeared on the spot.

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

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

The short Riddle was caught off guard by the water dungeon, and choked several times in a row. The wand in his hand quickly drew complex magic lines one by one. Just when Ron thought he was about to fail, the water prison burst and turned into countless water droplets and scattered 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, but didn't respond.

"It's really disappointing. When I was fifteen, I expected you to perform better." The tall Riddle didn't continue to attack, he raised his head 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 are 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. , these things you will never understand."

Riddle, across from him, let out a big laugh, really hard.

"Conscience, compassion, gratitude and love? It's ridiculous. I never thought that I would see myself say such a thing. Dumbledore has successfully brainwashed you. These weak thoughts limit you. You know, I began to wonder if you were me, I never had the memory of separating you, your birth was an accident."

"Arrogance, you are just a fragment. The main soul didn't master the Horcrux spell at all at the time, and didn't know what splitting the soul means. It's not surprising that my accident happened, and I think it's a good thing."

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

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

The tip of the wand in the hand of the short Riddle was shining with red light. He turned his head and shouted to Ron who was standing aside, "Ron Weasley, how long are you going to stand stupidly and defeat him? You will be free."

"You expect that weak guy to help you, it's really depraved!"

The two Riddles fought together again, and Ron stood by, not knowing what to do.

He more or less 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 came to help him.

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

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

On the contrary, he was caught off guard by the flying curse from the opposite side, and he dodged in embarrassment.

"What are you doing? Stunning spell, are you here to be funny? This is your soul, you can mobilize all soul power, you are the master here." The short Riddle shouted, and he waved his wand.

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

Immediately, the shield made a glass-like shattering sound and dissipated in all directions.

"Soul, power, master..."

Ron froze in place, he didn't understand at all.

Another evil curse struck him, and the miserable green light made people tremble with fear. Riddle grabbed him, and the two quickly appeared in a distant place, but the other party had already expected them to appear here.

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

Several palms appeared, grabbing their ankles tightly. Before Riddle took him to apparate again, the opposite Riddle appeared in front of them, swiping his wand upwards.

A silver light flashed, and the short Riddle's wand flew out together with its arm.

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

"It's time to end this farce and go where you need to go." The tall Riddle said slyly, resting his wand on the forehead of the other Riddle, "And I, will take over this body, Voldemort unbeatable."

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