Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

The Marauder's Map is a good thing in Hogwarts.

Holding it will at least know the exact position of others, although it is a little flawed.

But

Lothar's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought whether his name would appear on the Marauder's Map.

If it appears, will it be called Tom Riddle, or Lothar Kelid, whom he named himself.

And Lothar was very lucky.

That was something the Weasley brothers didn't know about him, if Harry told them.

The two of them will definitely use the Marauder's Map to find him.

Faced with a magic item whose details are unknown, it would be fun for Lothar if his name really was on it.

He didn't want to reveal his identity yet, although Dumbledore might have guessed something.

But there are some things that cannot be said.

"So, the Marauder's Map of the Weasley brothers"

Lothar smiled softly, with a glimmer in his eyes.

"I want it"

He planned to wait at the door of the Gryffindor common room starting tonight.

As long as the two brothers show up.

He immediately fainted and showed no mercy. Anyway, the two brothers didn't recognize him now.

Of course, he couldn't wait too late. He still had to go back to the Room of Requirement.

Taking a step forward, Lothar once again used the Illusion Curse to become invisible, so as not to encounter students from other colleges on the way and cause unnecessary trouble.

But halfway through, Lothar, who was hanging behind the Weasley brothers, suddenly turned pale.

stopped

He frowned, closed his eyes, and leaned against the wall, as if listening to something quietly.

A hoarse voice reached his ears, and Lothar clenched the wand in his hand.

He looked behind him solemnly.

The sound of heavy objects rubbing against the ground became louder and louder, and Lothar's face became more and more solemn.

He stared straight ahead, his wand following his arm forward.

Suddenly, the sound of friction stopped.

But Lothar still did not change his color, and he treated everything that was coming seriously.

"You are really timid, Lothar."

"If I were you, a simple death curse would be enough."

The huge shadow gradually approached and stopped in the corridor on the left.

The light illuminated his shadow, allowing Lothar to clearly know its location.

These words were spoken in snake language, with that unique hoarseness.

No need to guess, you know who said it.

"Oh, really"

"Then why didn't you kill that Gryffindor student, the Mudblood in your eyes?"

Lothar sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Not at all timid because he was once the Dark Lord.

We are all sensible people, so stop pretending.

What's more, the way Tom looks now makes Lothar really want to laugh.

Lothar wanted to laugh at the thought that he, who always boasted of his noble blood, would become a magical creature.

You said you have a noble bloodline?

That's it

A created magical creature is qualified to speak of bloodline

To a certain extent, the closer the two of them are, the better they can understand each other's thoughts to the greatest extent.

Although he didn't know what Lothar was thinking, Tom could still guess what it meant.

"After I devour your soul, I can use your body to resurrect you."

"At that time, I will still be the greatest wizard in the world, Lord Voldemort."

His tone was low, and his hoarse voice sounded a little breathless to Lothar.

"Are you so confident Tom?"

Lothar's expression calmed down again, and she looked at his shadow deeply.

"You are me." Tom did not answer directly. He quickly rushed out of the corridor and headed towards Lothar's direction.

The ferocious snake head appeared in front of Lothar. Before his eyes appeared, Lothar closed his eyes.

Without even looking, he fired a blasting curse at the ground.

"Thunderbolt explosion."

The spell stirred up a layer of smoke and a rumbling sound.

Both of them and the basilisk knew it.

If you cannot deal with the other party within 1 minute, you must leave immediately.

Because, Dumbledore is at Hogwarts.

Once he knows the exact location, it doesn't even take a minute.

Tom ignored the smoke in front of him and pounced directly on Lothar's position.

At the same time as the blasting spell was issued, Lothar had already moved away, causing Tom to miss.

But Lothar didn't dare to stop at all. He knew that if he slowed down, he would be swallowed by Tom.

What does it feel like to be eaten by a basilisk?

Lothar didn't want to try it yet.

"Bright as day." The next moment, a dazzling white light lit up, shining directly into Tom's eyes.

Making him roar uncontrollably, Lothar still closed his eyes.

During the few days after leaving the secret room, Lothar would think about the battle that day from time to time.

Facing the basilisk that may be fused with Tom, he is no longer afraid of most of the curses.

Even the original weakness of the basilisk is no longer feared.

Except for the Fire Curse, no other spell could break his defense.

Since he can't break his defense, let's just blind him first.

He didn't believe it. Would a basilisk's eyes be as hard as its skin?

After the bright spell, Lothar's next blasting spell followed.

Smoke rose again, blocking the view of the man and the basilisk.

"Tom, is this all you have?"

Hearing the sound in his ear, Tom rushed forward.

But there was still no one, and he felt uneasy inside.

Subconsciously lowering the snake's head, a magic spell hit him on the top of the head.

If he reacted even one second at night, he would probably be blind in one eye.

This made Tom feel shocked and scared, while Lothar had a trace of regret on her face.

He didn't expect Voldemort's reaction to be so quick.

But he was not discouraged. Tom would never be an easy enemy to deal with.

Lothar fully understands this.

"Lotha, everything you do is in vain."

"You don't have the ability to kill me now."

"But I will find an opportunity to kill you."

Tom's hoarse voice sounded so harsh at this moment.

Not to be outdone, Lothar taunted back.

"I'm right here, do you have the ability to kill me?"

"Actually, you can't do that because he's coming."

Although Lothar didn't name the person, Tom knew that person very well.

Known as the greatest wizard of this century, Albus Dumbledore

Calculating the time, there is not much time left.

Lothar shouted towards the wall on the left with her wand.

"Thunderbolt explosion."

This time, without caring about his magic power, an entire wall exploded, burying Tom inside.

But Lothar turned around and left without any hesitation.

Tom, who was shrouded in smoke, took a deep look at Lothar who was leaving. Like Lothar, he turned around and left.

Three seconds later, a red light flashed.

Dumbledore, wearing purple wizard robes, stood in this corridor that looked bad.

I was interested to see some traces of destruction.

He raised the hand holding the wand and cast a spell on this area.

All residue is quickly restored to its original state.

In just two seconds, there were no more traces on the ground.

Even if anyone else passed this corridor, they would not know that a brief battle broke out here.

After doing all this, Dumbledore looked in the direction where Tom left, his eyes bright.