Chapter 112: Who is the Dark Lord?!

"Impossible! I am the heir to Slytherin!"

Tom's tone became very excited for the first time.

As a half-blooded, he hated his Muggle father very much and also madly worshipped Slytherin.

He is very proud of the status of the heir to Slytherin.

Now, Alvin's words directly indicate that Alvin is the real heir, and he, Tom, is just a fake.

It's just a blow to him.

"Clicks!"

"Clicks!"

Alvin raised the camera and took a picture of Tom's frantic look, delighted.

When Tom returns to life in the future, show him this photo, Alvin doesn't know if he will die of anger.

"By the way, Slytherin's inheritance is not only the basilisk but the knowledge he left behind, but you haven't found it, and you don't need to find it. I have already packed those inheritances. Gone."

Alvin put down the camera, and the taunting in his mouth kept bringing actual harm to Tom.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Tom finally couldn't hold back the killing intent in his heart, and the green light formed by the Killing Curse hit Alvin in front of him.

Alvin didn't dodge, as if he was frightened.

And just as Tom smiled smugly, the curse passed directly between Alvin's eyebrows and hit the pipe behind. The expression on his face froze instantly.

Alvin seemed to be in another dimension, and the Killing Curse did not affect Alvin at all.

"Hey~"

Alvin sighed and said helplessly, "Tom, whether it's the current you or the future you, why do you have this hobby? You always like to cast the Killing Curse."

Alvin's words are sincere. After all, Alvin has also fought against Voldemort three times. Every time he meets, 'Avada' to say hello, there is no artistry in a wizard duel.

"What do you mean by that?" Tom frowned.

"Astoria doesn't know. After all, she is a student who just entered this year."

"I also fought with your soul last year, but unfortunately, let him run away."

Alvin chatted with Tom as usual, but his footsteps were slowly approaching Tom.

But Tom was now attracted by Alvin's words and did not notice Alvin's small movements.

Alvin pretended to recall, slowly narrating.

"He was inside our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor last year, trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone and resurrect himself."

"It's a pity that Harry and I stopped him at the last minute. He also used the Killing Curse as soon as the battle started, and I used..."

"Accio the Diary!"

"Protego!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Alvin and Tom's voices shout at the same time. Tom found Alvin's small movements, but it was too late to stop him. He could only use the Killing Curse to try to attack Alvin's body directly.

But his attack was useless to Alvin, and Alvin released the Shield Charm to the comatose Astoria.

After all, Alvin was also afraid that Tom would panic and attack Astoria head-on.

As for himself, long before entering, he silently launched Avalon, forming an absolute defence.

Holding the diary in his hand, he waved his wand, causing Astoria to float to his side.

Alvin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Tom and Astoria were so close that he was slightly restrained in the fight.

That's what's going on, Alvin trying to divert his attention.

And Tom saw the diary in Alvin's hands. His face was gloomy but soon returned to normal.

Alvin knew that the diary was his body, but so what?

Horcrux, as a life-saving tool only made by the evilest dark wizard, naturally has its advantages. After an item is made into a Horcrux, it will become indestructible.

Tom couldn't believe that a second-year wizard in Alvin could destroy Horcruxes.

"Although I don't know where you learned this is the Horcrux I made, do you think you have succeeded in getting it?"

Looking at Alvin mockingly, his tone had a bit of disdain.

Although Alvin just ignored his two Killing Curses, Tom just thought it was the effect of magic tools.

This is also the case. Avalon is a magic tool, and Tom's vision is still good.

Alvin was holding the diary. His face was a little weird, not because of Voldemort's words, but because the system gave a prompt just now.

"I checked the source of pure soul, which can be exchanged for 5,000 gold coins. Do you want to exchange it?"

It wasn't easy, the system finally had another function, and Alvin couldn't help but burst into tears.

After getting the system for so long, he has no way to get the gold coins except for the ones he does every day.

It was discovered that the soul in the Horcrux could be exchanged for gold coins, which was a pleasant surprise.

And a bold idea popped into Alvin's mind instantly.

Is there a possibility that he can keep Voldemort in captivity, let Voldemort keep making Horcrux, and then he can quickly get gold coins?

Thinking of this, Alvin's eyes changed when he looked at Tom. It was a look... at a fat sheep.

Tom shuddered as if some terrifying existence was watching him.

When he looked up, he saw Alvin's strange eyes again and suddenly became angry, and a few spells were cast.

Alvin waved his wand and directly pulled the spell in other directions, smashing several stone pillars.

Extending his palm, Alvin's palm, suddenly, a group of silver flames appeared in his palm. With a thought, Fiendfyre turned into a sword.

Under Voldemort's terrified eyes, Alvin first raised the sword in his hand at Voldemort and smiled harmlessly.

Then, he stabbed the tip of the sword into the diary, and the diary instantly burned out a big hole, and black smoke kept coming out.

"No! Why do you can use the Fiendfyre Curse!"

Voldemort couldn't believe that there was a little wizard who mastered Fiendfyre in the second grade, knowing that even he learned Fiendfyre in the fourth grade.

Which of the two is the Dark Lord?

With the burning of the diary, Voldemort did not even release a cruel word. The figure gradually blurred and then dissipated.

And Alvin also took Fiendfyre back, leaving behind the worn diary. Alvin put it in his pocket. He hadn't decided whether to talk to Dumbledore about the Horcrux.

"System exchange that soul."

Alvin thought silently in his heart. The system recovered Voldemort's soul, which had not wholly disappeared, and turned it into 5,000 gold coins.

At this moment, Astoria, who was lying on the side, frowned and slowly opened her eyes.