v2 Chapter 1800： Riddle vs Riddle (1/2)

Under the guidance of the light ball, Ron climbed the last stage to the top of the centaur temple. It was not as dark as the bottom. The strange light from nowhere made everything in front of him clearly visible, but Ron felt that Did he have an illusion, he couldn't believe it.

He actually saw two identical boys standing on the square in front of him.

From a distance, Ron felt an inexplicable familiarity with the two boys. They all had dark hair, slender bodies, and wore Hogwarts robes...

No, it should still be different.

One of the teenagers looked more mature than the other. His body was even taller, as if he was a year longer.

For some reason, Ron had an inexplicable disgust when he saw them.

Yes, disgust!

He used to feel that way.

Ron unearthed the memory buried deep in his heart, the memory he didn't want to recall.

He remembered who the two people on the opposite side were, and they were all Tom Riddle!

Ron's eyes widened, shocked, sure he had read it right. They were exactly the same as the Tom Riddle he had seen in Riddle's diary when he was in the second grade before, and there were two Tom Riddles, young Voldemorts, on the opposite side.

Moreover, they are still fighting.

It was a duel he had never seen before, and the level of excitement was beyond imagination.

The two sides fired spells at each other, and a lot of red, blue, and green magic lights flashed.

Their casting movements and casting speeds are almost identical. The battle entered a stalemate. At this time, the short Riddle waved his wand and transformed into a mass of black flames. The flames burned to form a huge barrier, and attacked the other Riddle with fiery temperature.

Waving the wand on the opposite side, the flame barrier quickly changed into a fiery snake. They twisted in the air and turned to attack.

Short Riddle chanted the spell, his wand raised high, then swung down sharply.

The astonishing explosion sounded along with the burst of gas, which quickly moved forward, blasting the fire snake away, and rushing towards the tall Riddle with great force, but his body disappeared in place.

He instantly appeared behind his opponent, and dark blue magic appeared from the tip of the wand.

It was a huge water polo, and it held the short Riddle firmly in it.

The short Riddle was controlled by the water prison, and he was caught off guard and choked several saliva in a row. The wand in his hand quickly drew complex magic patterns one by one, and just when Ron thought he was about to die, the water prison burst and turned into countless water droplets flying around.

This magic seemed to consume a lot of his physical strength, and he sat on the ground panting violently.

”This is all your strength?”

Riddle gasped and didn't respond.

”It's really disappointing. When I was fifteen, I was expecting better performance from you.” The tall Riddle did not continue to attack, his head was raised high and said, ”You have no chance of winning. Yes, I know all your magic and ideas.”

”You don't understand at all, we are fundamentally different!”

”I don't see a difference except that you're weaker...”