Chapter 198 197: Haierbo and the mystery of the curse
"This..."
The imperceptible imprint was reflected into the eyes, and Riddle, who occupied Malfoy's body, seemed to him He didn't notice it, he just felt a little discomfort in his eyes and raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.
Seeing this.
The mysterious man in black robe just smiled strangely.
The dark temple looks like a ruin that has been abandoned for a long time.
It's like being forgotten by time for many years.
There are only two people in the entire hall of thousands of square meters, one is Riddle, who occupies Malfoy's body, and the other is the snake-faced wizard who calls himself Haierbo.
He was tall, shrouded in a wide black cloak, and his body exuded a cold and powerful aura, which was somewhat compatible with the surrounding environment.
The walls here are made of rough black rocks, and the stone walls are covered with strange vines, twisting slightly in the darkness, as if there is life. The air was filled with a damp and rotten smell, mixed with a faint scent of sulfur, which made people feel sick - perhaps because it was in Mount Vesuvius, where few people dared to approach.
Although Riddle was greatly impacted by his thinking and encountered an unexpected accident that caught him off guard, he had been secretly exploring his position after he came back to his senses.
After all, he will become a dark devil, and there is still a little bit of scheming that is calm in the future. Of course, even so, he was still shocked by the existence who forcibly moved him here.
"Hairbo...the legendary wizard Haierbo...how is this possible? Haierbo is not a person of this era." Riddle's mind was full of doubts about the identity of the person in front of him.
He is a very suspicious person and will never believe what others say casually. "It seems you understand history very well."
Haierbo's voice echoed in the hall.
The serpentine face had a smile on his serpentine face. It was obvious that this wizard, who didn't look very good, had made extremely twisted magical transformations on his body like the future Voldemort. .
No.
Maybe it should be said that Voldemort's magical transformation method is likely to be based on the experience of Haierbo that passed down to later generations. This is also the reason why Riddle was shocked after seeing Haierbo's snake face. .
"You said that I am your apprentice, so of course I will know my teacher very well." Riddle did not continue to question, even though he still did not choose to believe in the mysterious wizard in front of him. In addition to being suspicious, Tom Riddle, when he was young, was also a person who knew how to judge the situation very well.
"Hahahaha, indeed, you must have collected a lot of books that I have passed on." Haierbo looked in a good mood, and I don't know if it was because he hadn't been flattered for a long time.
Of course.
This may also be a disguise for Haierpo to relax and bring Riddle closer together. No one can guess what kind of personality the black wizard at this level is.
Even Riddle, who began to claim to be the Dark Lord, found it elusive.
He could only speak as carefully as possible, "I believe you must have saved my life from the hands of those night watchmen, but I don't know why you chose to save me."
"Is it because I am your apprentice in later generations?" Riddle was not confused about Haierbo's knowledge of his origin. A powerful wizard could detect any subtle differences in others.
Faced with Riddle's inquiry.
Hairbo's mouth raised slightly.
"Is this reason not enough? My dear apprentice, you are the smartest and most talented child I have ever seen. Of course, I should cherish your hard-earned inheritor like you."
His tone sounded quite sincere, as if he was saying that, but Riddle felt heavier inside. The young and ambitious Dark King even had a punctuation mark on Haierbo Can't believe it.
"But I'm from many years later."
Ridel is expressing his distrust in an extremely tactful way. His hands were constantly sweating and holding the wand tightly, as if only the wand could give him a little security.
"Is this important? Not important, little guy, when you step into a level like me, you will understand that the span of time is meaningless. The only thing that matters is inheritance and like-mindedness."
Haierbo turned and walked towards the temple window, looking out from the vines-filled window, he could overlook the ancient city of Pompeii under the volcano and several other cities.
"Tom Riddle, or... Voldemort." Haierbo spoke softly. He had obviously read Riddle's memory, which made Riddle angry but did not dare to attack.
"We are very similar, really, we all have insight into how to exploit loopholes in history and how to achieve our goals in disasters. Perhaps the only difference is that I was born earlier than you."
"It is because of this. , I was the first to become a person who realized the value of time and history earlier than you. And you, now I am afraid you can only call him a beginner who has just entered this field."
Haier The wave's voice was low, with unabashed arrogance and contempt. Hearing this, a trace of unwillingness flashed in Riddle's eyes, but he quickly suppressed his emotions.
Even though Haierbo was facing away from Riddle at this time, Riddle still did not dare to launch a sneak attack again with his wand. Perhaps this was the restraint that only he was sixteen years old. This comes from fear. If Voldemort, who lost most of his emotions in other periods, came here, probably, the kind of Voldemort would choose to do something without saying a word.
Seeing Riddle chose to remain silent.
Haierbo also withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at his apprentice with deep meaning.
"Please don't be angry. In fact, if you can think of such a path, I have already admired you enough. We are very similar, and we all know how to use historical disasters to achieve our goals. But I am different from you. I am not just for power or immortality, I am also pursuing a higher possibility. "
"It is this more noble ideal that allows me to have more than you Superior planning and harvest.” Haierbo smiled, with a little depth in his cold snake eyes.
"What's the possibility?"
Ridel frowned slightly, but still couldn't help asking.
Regarding this.
Hairbo responded softly, "Of course it is the ideal and ambition that the wizard should have, a possibility that even Merlin has not touched."
His words made Riddle feel in his heart shock.
"Melin?"
To be honest, before choosing to use Ian's time machine to travel back, Riddle really never thought he would be involved in such a scene. He thought that Pompeii Ancient City Even if there are wizards, they are still a group of waste wizards.
Who would have thought.
Not only did I see the temple here and the evidence of the real existence of the gods, I also met a legendary wizard Haierbo who actually mentioned Merlin, the wizard king.
The Dark King also felt that he could not hold it back.
"You want to surpass Merlin?"
Ridel nodded when he saw Haierpo.
He only felt his throat tight.
Merlin is a legendary figure in the magic world and is known as the most powerful wizard ever. And the person in front of him actually claimed that he could surpass Merlin?
How arrogant!
How terrible!
"Yes, Merlin." Haierbo's voice was filled with a hint of disdain, "Although he is powerful, he is just a mortal, a mortal bound by time and destiny. And I am no longer It is a legend, no longer a mortal. I have surpassed the boundaries of magic and become a higher being - an angel. "
This legendary black wizard, who had been infatuated for thousands of years, looked arrogant and opened his hands. In the dark shadows under his feet, it seemed that he could really see a pair of shadows with wings. "What angel?"
Ridel's pupils suddenly contracted, and a storm broke out in his heart. This word is almost never mentioned in the magic world, making it impossible for Riddle to understand what the word actually means.
Of course.
Whatever the angel represents.
It is obviously more powerful than legend.
"In death, I found a treasure and took it for myself and my soul, which allowed me to defeat death and see the infinite possibilities far ahead..."
Haierbo seemed to have no intention of hiding any information. He pointed at his feet, and the wings reflected in the shadows might be what he called a treasure. "You want to tell me that you defeated Death? This is not a funny joke." Riddle said coldly, trying to hide his inner doubts. "It seems you don't understand my strength." Haierbo did not answer, but slowly raised his hand, and a certain force was showing. Riddle felt a sharp pain in his brain. He covered his forehead and roared. After Haierbo put down his raised hand, he felt the pain slowly dissipated.
"Can you attack my soul directly without magic?"
Ridel's tone was a bit incredible.
However.
Faced with his terrified inquiry, Haierbo shook his head.
"Look at your feet."
He gave a reminder.
Ridel, who had recovered from breath, lowered his head in confusion, and then his eyes changed from horror to horror. I saw that Malfoy, with platinum-haired hair, was lying at his feet at this time.
And he... Riddle raised his hand in disbelief, touched his face and felt the beating of his heart. He actually regained a brand new life!
I also have a young, own, and full of vitality!
"This...how is this possible! Can you reverse death!? So easy, so simple, at no cost..." Riddle's lowered voice was soft and he was a little scared.
See his reaction.
Hairbo was very satisfied. "This is an angel, the person above the legend." He seemed to be indifferent to his astonishing actions, and his tone was calm, and his snake eyes looked at Riddle not far away.
"You are so powerful, far stronger than anyone else, you can even conquer this world!" Riddle's amaze at this moment was definitely from the heart.
"Look, this is the difference between me and you. Your mind is too narrow. Why do I want to conquer the world? All I need is to truly break through levels that magic cannot reach."
Haierbo stared at Riddle with a scathing expression. "What I want is... to become a god."
His words are like thunder on the ground.
Ridel's heart was directly filled with storm! Become a god? This ambition is far beyond his imagination. He once thought that his pursuit of eternal life and supreme power was crazy enough, but the person in front of him actually wanted to break through the boundaries of magic and become a god?
This is the real madness!
"This is impossible!"
Ridel almost subconsciously retorted. He thought he was ambitious and had an extremely strong desire for power, but compared with Haierbo, he seemed to be a slim figure. Becoming a god is a goal he never thought of. In his opinion, the power of the magic world is already strong enough, and becoming a god is simply a fantasy.
Hairbo smiled, with a hint of mocking in his voice, "Impossible? Haha, nothing is impossible for me, Merlin is a mediocre person in front of me!"
< br>He may be really arrogant and arrogant, but he also has the capital to be arrogant. This terrible power is his courage to despise Merlin.
Seeing Riddle's expression was constantly changing.
"I have traveled through countless years and witnessed countless disasters and destruction. In these disasters, I have absorbed endless power. Now, I am at the peak of the magic world, and I am only one last step away from breaking through That boundary, becoming the true God, is the visible future. "
"Tom Riddle, your talent and wisdom have allowed me to see a possible ally. Join me and be mine Subordinate, you will gain far more than you could have expected."
Herbo stretched out his dry arm to Riddle. Riddle hesitated.
He was obviously struggling inside.
suddenly. "What if I refuse?" Riddle asked in a low voice, with a hint of temptation in his voice.
Hairbo's smile became weird and cold.
"Reject? Then you will be trapped in this era forever and become the dust of history. And I will continue my journey and find the next person who is willing to follow me."
He waved his hand gently. "And this is your possible outcome."
After the words, I saw that in Riddle's perception, the entire space suddenly twisted into a kaleidoscope. Countless mirrors reflect the endings of his different timelines.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
No exception.
They are all places where death is not burial. "Fate is the sharpest dagger."
Hairbo's voice came from all dimensions at the same time.
"And I want to remove its poisonous fangs for you."
He showed Riddle all possible futures, and when Ian comes, he wants to call him the future of the plot of the Suzuru book. , there is also a future that stays in the ancient city of Pompeii and is wiped out by gods.
"Stop!"
Ridel roared a little unbearable.
His pupils were beating with fear that he had never felt before.
"What do you want me to do?"
After Haierbo received his "magic power", Riddle lay on the ground and gasped. He felt a pair of cold and dry arms and helped himself up from the floor.
"I want you to raise the throne of God for me, and I will not enjoy this glory alone." He once again threw an olive branch to Riddle, but this time, Riddle seemed to have made up some determination. "It seems that I really have no other choice." Riddle responded.
A fair palm and dry hand were held together.
"Welcome to join, Riddle." Haierbo's voice sounded in Riddle's ears, with a strange smile, "From today we will pursue the possibility that transcends everything."
His words trembled Riddle's heart.
Not excited.
But some indescribable feelings. "I hope so." Riddle looked at the extraordinary existence in front of him.
"Of course."
Hairbo was still smiling.
His smile seemed particularly vague in the dim temple.
…
Time passed quickly. After the sun set, the night fell like a huge piece of black silk, covering the ancient city of Pompeii gently but unquestionably. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling lightly on the mottled stone road, covering the ancient city that had been sleeping for more than two thousand years with a layer of silver-white gauze.
It is so beautiful and peaceful.
No one can notice the tranquility before the end of the world.
The night became deeper, and the fog began to spread in the ancient city. The oil lamps on the street emitted a faint light, the halo was swaying in the fog, and the exquisite patterns carved on the stone walls were looming under the moonlight.
In the underground palace of the ancient temple.
The "priestess" was already bored and yawning.
"What the hell are you doing?"
She has brought Ian more than ten basins of hot water, and Ian has been repeating the same thing all the time - cutting part of the body tissue of patient zero to Then he began to murmur in the basin.
"Where it comes from...I need the truth...Where it comes from..." Every time after chanting complicated spells, the little wizard's repeated words have made the ears of the "priestess" I heard the calluses.
"You are not thinking of prophecy, are you?"
The "priestess" who doesn't know much about the mantra system in later generations seems to have some sense of latecomer, and it takes more than ten hours to finish. Later, it seemed as if I realized what Ian wanted to do.
However.
Ask her a little confused.
Ian, who was frowning, did not respond.
"My operation is not wrong... Why can't I get the skills out?" He muttered as the goddess couldn't understand what she looked at her personal panel incomprehensible.
Although I was a little unwilling to give in, even though the little wizard practiced hard for the first time, he could not even see the magic ability that should have appeared on his personal panel.
Or it can be said that there is not even a slight experience value. This was definitely something Ian expected. Admittedly, he knew that he had no talent in this subject.
But the current situation is not explained by lack of talent.
"I actually am a divination insulator!?" Ian covered his face in disbelief. He wanted to wash his face with hot water, but he disliked the black human tissue swaying inside that was not enough to care for his skin.
"You are really trying to find the truth through prophecy?!" Hearing the little wizard's moaning uncomfortable, the "priestess" looked shocked and his eyes widened and speechless.
"If you can tell me the answer directly, I don't need to spend time here." Ian also rolled his eyes, not knowing how many times he wanted to slander the goddess.
This time.
The goddess was not escaping from answering.
It may be that I was really shocked by Ian's "prophecy" operation.
"Under normal circumstances, of course I can find the answer along time, but not now." The goddess who still maintained the appearance of "priestess" spoke helplessly to Ian.
The little wizard frowned.
"Why, because disaster is coming?"
He did not hide his knowledge of the end of Pompeii. "Of course not, your confused head and I can't explain clearly the priority of the impact of time and the future." The "priestess" sighed and spoke in a soft voice.
"You just need to understand that fate will continue to stand on your side." Her words were filled with unknown information, which made the little wizard feel an extraordinary profound meaning.
"Tell me in detail, don't be a riddle."
Ian's eyes flashed slightly.
He was just about to ask.
The "priestess" suddenly looked towards the stairs. "Look, I can't even detect such changes in advance."
The sigh from the mysterious goddess sounded, and then the sound of footsteps came from the stairs. I saw, Ryan came to the underground room with a man in black in time.
Priest Ryan saluted to the goddess and then to Ian, then said, "This man said he knew you and had what you wanted."
Prince Ryan's words made Ian stunned for a moment again . "I don't think anyone will have what I want." The little wizard's response was very direct, and his eyes looked at the figure wrapped in a black robe with a strange look.
Prince Ryan also looked at the man in black robe in confusion.
The man in black robe was not panicked.
"Don't you just want me when you come here?"
I saw it.
The man in black robe slowly took off his hood, revealing his pale and handsome face.
"I'll fall into the trap!?"
Ian was stunned when he saw this face-yes, Tom.; Riddle, this young dark king was a little bit in Ian. He spoke slowly with a low tone as he looked at him with a surprised gaze.
"No! I'm asking for help!" Riddle denied Ian's words, raised his hands and pressed the corners of his eyes. His tone was heavy and a little panicked. "I will go back with you, surrender to Dumbledore, surrender to the Ministry of Magic, and be locked in Azkaban for the rest of my life." Riddle squeezed his eyes hard.
It's different from before in the dark temple, Riddle's voice was filled with fear and a kind of fear. Obviously, Riddle was not unaware of Haierbo's actions on himself.
That's why.
He made a choice that no one expected.
"But...even for the sake of the Malfoy child, you must save me!" In Riddle's eyes, there was an image that was completely different from the surrounding environment.
That was Haierbo's imprint.
It is also the curse that Ian pursues.
(This chapter ends)