Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

The moon looks like a hook today, it's really beautiful.

Thin crescent moon...

picture……

Ans was stuck on the outer wall of a building, and cracks like spider webs spread behind him. At this moment, his mind was buzzing, and everything in front of him was scattered and overlapping, making it difficult to focus, except for the crescent moon. .

Ah...what's going on?

There were sounds gathering in my ears, explosions happening around me, wall bricks being blown to pieces and debris splattering onto my face, and I could smell the blood left behind after my cheeks were scratched.

"Anse!"

"Ans wake up!"

The dizziness caused by the huge impact caused the soul to fly away from the body towards an unknown place. Thanks to the stimulation of the rusty smell of blood, it was like the bell for sleeping, the bell for the end of class, and the alarm clock in the morning were engraved into the DNA. Launcher], and suddenly woke up.

The scarlet eyes glowed even brighter, and in the darkness, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, he raised his hands outwards, pulled his upper body out of the wall, and jumped off the wall with his legs, completely ignoring the impact. With magic on his side, the tails of his windbreaker float behind him like black wings.

call--

Landing lightly, the thin black windbreaker fell down and covered the back of the calf. He raised his left hand to summon a huge seven-petal red lotus, blocking all the besieging magic.

It's not that other professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix are weaker than Ans, it's just that the magic power and quality in his body are not what should appear in this era, no, it should be [Era].

In addition, Ans's combat quality is also higher than that of other wizards. Perhaps, only Professor Snape can compare with him. After all, the opponent has also fought and died in the Death Eater camp.

There were originally two camps - the Dark Wizards and the Order of the Phoenix, but now it's actually a three-party melee!

As for the three parties, I won't mention the Order of the Phoenix. The black wizards are divided into two factions. One faction is still normal, but you can still see the fear in their eyes. They are attacking the Order of the Phoenix at one moment, and then they are attacking the people in front of them the next. The fellow dark wizard casts a spell.

The dark wizards who were attacked had a very distinctive feature, that is, their eyes were filled with green light.

He was as green as a wolf, with saliva dripping from both sides of his mouth unconsciously. He was like a puppet, but also crazy like a berserker. Outside, there were two handsome guys having a passionate battle.

One of them is Old Tom with red vertical pupils who used the magic stone to resurrect and become an adult and become handsome, and the other is Little Tom with green vertical pupils who is elegant and handsome as a young man.

The faces of the two are extremely similar, making people subconsciously think that they are brothers by blood.

But it's not actually the case. You can hear it from the words spoken by those two people.

"You actually woke up without authorization...you damn fake! It turns out that Malfoy is a waste!"

Little Tom obviously dismissed Old Tom's words.

"Stop being so anxious. I don't even know how old you are. A cerebral hemorrhage is not good." Who knows what information he absorbed through the collision between his main soul and the soul of an unknown existence. "As for who is real and who is fake." , don’t you have an answer? I am the starting point of Voldemort, the mark left by Tom Riddle when he killed the first person, and I am the original Tom Riddle.”

"Shut up! Fake! Don't call yourself by that name, and don't call me by that name either! It makes me sick! I am! Voldemort!!!"

Effortlessly dodging Voldemort's angry snake-shaped explosion magic, Tom laughed loudly and happily, which made Miss Bella, who was sandwiched between the two of them, feel like two masters.

"This is the difference between you and me. You don't like the existence that created you. You want to become another person, a free person who has nothing to do with [Tom]. But I am different. I accept all this. , I will use this identity to establish supreme glory!"

Tom's confident smile stimulated Voldemort. Their two souls had the same origin, but they made different choices. One got rid of his birth and tried to become a clean pure-blood wizard, while the other didn't mind whether he was a mixed-blood or a mudblood. Because when his strength reached its peak, no one dared to call him a 'bastard'.

"So, Voldemort, who is real? Who is fake!"

Abandoning the real past and lingering on the falsehood created by oneself, can this be considered the real Tom?It's just a ghost named Voldemort. He should be the real Tom, the real Dark Lord, and the real Voldemort!

This makes Tom very happy, because what he just said is equivalent to indicating that the opposite Mr. Voldemort has given up the identity of [Tom], which is equivalent to saying that the other person is an existence separated from the soul and consciousness of [Tom]. Tom is Voldemort, but Voldemort is not Tom.

This victor's gesture made Voldemort very angry. At this moment, he had figured out that what he just said had become an important argument. It might be confusing to others, but between their two souls of the same origin, , enough to distinguish who is true and who is false.

Maybe even Tom and Voldemort didn't realize why a soul that was originally divided was so smart?Of course, it can be said that he has been smart since he was a child, but this is definitely unreasonable, but no one knows or thinks it is wrong.

"Then, I'm not welcome." Tom deflected the magic fired by Voldemort, and bowed to Bella and Voldemort who were in front of him. "Miss Bella, please, can you hand me the golden cup in your hand?"

"you……"

Bella was really going crazy at this moment. Even though she had never been in such chaos in Azkaban, she could still understand that this was a dispute between two masters. This made her feel very uncomfortable and she didn't know what to do. .

It's obvious that there are two masters, and it's obviously twice the happiness. Why has it become like this?

"Bella!"

She subconsciously handed the golden cup to the young Tom, but the more mature Voldemort behind her growled, which made her subconsciously take the golden cup back and hug it tightly to her chest, which made her even more hesitant, because , she didn’t know who to listen to.

The poor woman, looking left and right, saw a mature and charming man, and the other, although obviously immature, was as confident and calm as the other. They were both men that Bella loved.

"What are you struggling with?"

Suddenly a voice intervened, attracting the attention of the three people present.

"I'm confused about which Tom I should give this gold cup to? Which Voldemort? Is it the big one or the small one?"

Nodding subconsciously, Bella turned around and saw a young boy with scarlet eyes who looked younger.

bang——

He kicked Bella in the stomach, and the huge impact sent her flying, hitting her hard on the steps in front of Gringotts. You could hear the crack of her spine.

Ans reached out to fish it out, grabbed the golden cup in his hand, looked at the slightly younger Tom, and chuckled.

"You just hurt me so much." Ans nodded his forehead and tilted his head with infinite malice. "Now, let's start the second round."