Just as Voldemort was about to throw his illusory body into the blinding white potion in the crucible, Riddle suddenly stepped forward and raised his wand -
"Flipendo!"
Voldemort's attention at this moment was all on the crucible in front of him. He had great trust in his split soul and did not pay any attention to it at all.
He was caught off guard and was suddenly hit by the repulsive spell, falling off the edge of the crucible.
"what you do?!"
Voldemort was furious and looked at Riddle with his scarlet eyes.
Looking at Riddle's rebellious expression, Voldemort suddenly realized at this moment that Snape was not wrong at all, and the soul that had split off from him was the real undercover!
The purpose of this soul fragment is exactly the resurrection potion that he desires so much!
"Come on, all of you! Catch him!" Voldemort looked at the terrified Death Eaters and roared viciously.
At the same time, he raised his wand and angrily cast countless angry spells at Riddle!
Although Voldemort threw the skeleton of his father, Tom Riddle Sr., into the crucible and lost some of his physical strength, his strength was still not comparable to the soul fragments of Riddle in the Horcrux diary.
Riddle was at a disadvantage as soon as he started fighting with Voldemort, and could only struggle to fend off Voldemort's attacks.
However, Voldemort was not the only one here. More and more Death Eaters gathered around and attacked Riddle.
The situation is about to become extremely dangerous!
However, although Riddle was obviously unable to withstand the invasion of numerous spells, he did not show the slightest panic, and there seemed to be other confidence in his eyes.
Sure enough, when he could no longer hold on, he suddenly shouted loudly—
"Professor Dracula, help me!"
Hearing this cry for help, almost all the Death Eaters, even all the wizards present including Voldemort, paused.
They subconsciously turned their heads left and right, trying to find the scary figure.
Voldemort also looked around nervously, and when he found that Dracula was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't bluff, Tom. Dracula has no way of entering our base." A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth. "This place is cast with the spell of loyalty. Unless I personally allow people to enter, no one can find the location of this bunker!"
"Oh? Is this true?" A mellow voice suddenly sounded.
"Of course!" Voldemort replied smugly.
However, the next moment, he showed an expression of extreme astonishment and even horror, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
I saw a silver-haired figure who had arrived here at some point. He was leaning against the door of the conference room, looking at Voldemort and the Death Eaters here with a half-smile.
"This is impossible!" Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes wide and looked at the door of the meeting room in horror. "This is impossible... How could you enter a place where the Fidelius Charm was cast..."
"The Fidelius Charm is indeed very powerful, and it is almost impossible to break it—" Dracula looked at Voldemort's panicked expression with interest and chuckled softly, "But it is still just a magic after all. As long as it is magic, there must be a way to deal with it."
"As far as I know, the mechanism of the Fidelius Charm is to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. As long as the secret keeper does not reveal it voluntarily, the secret will not be discovered, even if the Imperius Curse and Veritaserum are used."
"Mr. Voldemort, I don't know if you have forgotten, but you have more than one soul—"
Dracula laughed happily. "Mr. Riddle's soul is from the same source as yours. Since you have hidden the secret of this base in your own soul, the scope of the Fidelius Charm... is that only your soul can reveal the secret."
"And your soul is already very similar to Riddle's, so as long as you use magic to modify Riddle's soul a little, it shouldn't be difficult to deceive the Fidelius Charm."
Looking at Dracula with a happy smile on his face, Voldemort was stunned.
He never dreamed that the person who exposed this base that had just been built a few days ago was not someone else, but himself!
The undercover agent was actually me?!
Voldemort knew that today would be a dangerous day. He gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed towards the crucible.
He rushed forward, shouting, "Stop them, delay them as long as possible!"
Voldemort wanted to throw his soul into the resurrection potion in the crucible first. If he could be resurrected on the spot and restored to his peak strength, then he would still have the strength to fight Dracula!
The Death Eaters around looked at Dracula at the door with different expressions, some were high-spirited, some were hesitant, some were confused, and some were afraid.
In the end, the Death Eaters, led by Nott and Avery, chose to attack Dracula immediately.
Nott made some mistakes during the dozen years when Voldemort was away, and now he wants to make amends;
Avery only had one left hand holding the wand, and he was eager to help Voldemort recover his peak strength, only in this way would his efforts be rewarded. Only when Voldemort recovered his strength would he help him restore his right hand that was cut off when he was refining the potion, and only then would he give him a higher status that matched his efforts.
Others are performers like Lucius.
As soon as Lucius received Voldemort's order, he began to find ways to avoid the center of the upcoming battle. At the same time, his actions also meant to distance himself from other Death Eaters in front of Dracula to show his alignment.
A small group of Death Eaters led by Lucius once again began their show of slacking off. They tried to chant spells louder than anyone else, and the light on the tips of their wands was much brighter than anyone else's, but for a long time no decent spell was cast.
In the scene that suddenly became chaotic, Voldemort rushed towards the crucible at a high speed.
He was only hit by a repulsive spell, and the distance between him and the crucible was not too far. After taking a step, he was immediately close to the crucible.
However, this one step away turned into a world away.
A silver-haired figure stood in front of the crucible, raised his hand and erected a transparent light curtain, blocking Voldemort behind the light curtain.
His body, which looked a little thin, blocked every inch of Voldemort's way forward!
Voldemort rushed forward very fast and hit the light curtain very hard.
His face slammed hard into the transparent light curtain, and his face, which already had no nose, became even flatter, as if it had been stepped on hard by an elephant's big foot and rubbed on the ground for a long time.
After being frustrated, Voldemort subconsciously turned around and wanted to scold the Death Eaters who couldn't stop even one person.
However, when he turned around, he found that the silver-haired figure at the door was still standing there, waving his wand casually and blocking countless spell attacks from the Death Eaters.
Seeing Voldemort's gaze, Dracula at the door also shifted his gaze and smiled at him.
Voldemort looked at the silver-haired figure in front of him again and found that it was also an identical Dracula, except that his figure seemed more real than the one at the door.
Before, he was immersed in shock and panic and didn't notice anything strange.
It was not until now that Voldemort realized that Dracula at the door was just something like an incarnation or a projection of power, which is why he seemed a little illusory, just like his soul body.
Voldemort suddenly realized that there was probably nothing wrong with the map Snape gave him.
However, even he was deceived by Dracula, resulting in the red spot on the map representing Dracula being only the location of Dracula's incarnation.
"Severus, I wronged you." Voldemort said silently in his heart.
Then he gave Snape a meaningful look, hoping that Snape's Legilimency could be activated in time to understand what he meant.
This look means:
"Severus, I may have failed again today, and the Death Eaters will probably suffer heavy losses. But you still have a chance. Just continue to lurk in Hogwarts, and I will definitely come back!"
Snape was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.
After Voldemort turned his head, Snape lowered his head and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.
Even Snape, who secretly had a grudge against Voldemort because of what happened twelve years ago, couldn't help but reveal a look of pity at this moment -
Voldemort probably didn't know that Snape, whom he had high hopes for, was the biggest undercover agent...
This time, whether it was Riddle's exposure or Dracula's deliberate display of his incarnation, it was all to cover Snape's better hiding among the Death Eaters, thus ensuring that Hogwarts could have sufficient intelligence from the Death Eaters.
No matter what era, occasion or person, information is always important.
On the other side, under Voldemort’s desperate eyes, a blood-red water prison wrapped up his illusory body.
This is Dracula's bloody water prison magic.
Last semester, after Voldemort failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone, his soul was completely wrapped up by Dracula with this magic, and was eventually completely corroded by blood.
"Mr. Voldemort, it seems I must let you see with your own eyes how your clone restores you to your peak strength." Dracula chuckled as he looked at Voldemort covered in blood.
Dracula returned to Snape almost exactly what Voldemort had said to him before, except for changing a few of the terms used.
This murderous act made Voldemort furious, and even through the bloody water prison one could see his face turning purple with anger.
"This is just the beginning, Voldemort. Are you going to give up?" Dracula continued to repeat what Voldemort had said before, his tone full of ridicule.
Voldemort took a deep breath and finally calmed down.
"If you want to take action, do it now. There is no need to bully me like this!" He said very toughly, relying on the fact that he still possessed a large number of Horcruxes, and knew that even if his soul was destroyed, there was still a way to resurrect.
However, Dracula was well aware of the fact that he possessed a Horcrux and did not fall for it at all.
"Don't rush to die, Mr. Voldemort." He pinched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Let me think... Tell me, if I don't destroy you, but lock your soul in this water prison for a long time, so that you can neither be resurrected nor have the ability to go out and stir up trouble, would it be the best choice?"
Voldemort's eyes suddenly widened in horror.
"You are a devil, Dracula!" He stared at Dracula and said gritting his teeth.
"Strictly speaking, you can indeed call me a devil." Dracula did not take it as an offense at all, but laughed softly, "Of course, judging from your actions, it is obvious that you are more like a devil than I am."
Voldemort stood in the bloody water prison, fell silent, and stopped talking.
After a moment, he took a deep breath, and nodded heavily as if he had made some decision.
"Don't worry, Dracula. I won't do as you wish." Voldemort's voice came from the bloody water prison.
Dracula looked over curiously and found that black flames suddenly ignited in Voldemort's scarlet eyes.
The next moment, Voldemort's entire body was set on fire by black flames.
"I'll be back, Dracula..."
After saying this, his illusory body was completely burned up and turned into dust, floating in the blood-red water prison.
Watching Voldemort burning himself right in front of him, Dracula blinked in a daze.
"Um... How come your main soul spontaneously combusted?" He looked at Riddle beside him and asked innocently.
"Didn't you say you wanted to lock him up?" Riddle wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead and whispered, "In order to have a chance to be resurrected, he chose to self-ignite..."
"I was just joking..." Dracula shrugged. "It would be too much trouble to maintain a spell just to guard Voldemort! I'm too lazy to do that."
Riddle: "..."
"Okay, let's not talk about this. This time Voldemort should be able to stay quiet for a long time." Dracula chuckled, "There is one more thing. The resurrection potion prepared by Voldemort is right here. Don't you want to go in and experience it?"
"I'm just a soul fragment. Can I really use this resurrection potion?" Riddle still couldn't believe it.
"It's always good to give it a try," Dracula said. "Besides, Voldemort obviously divided his soul into many parts. If you absorb one of them, it may not be much smaller than the share occupied by the main soul."
Riddle nodded slightly and walked slowly towards the huge crucible in the center of the long table.
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