Chapter 161 (1/2)

”Do you think I'll use my dirty, vulgar father's last name all my life? What flows in my blood is from my mother, Salazar Slytherin himself. Will I keep the surname of the guy who abandons his wife and son because his wife is a witch? No, I'll give myself another name. When I become the greatest wizard in the world one day, all the witches in the world will be terrified

Tom said to himself, like a fanatical believer.

Strictly speaking, Voldemort, Harry and vaseline are all of mixed blood. Fanlin doesn't understand where Voldemort came from, the glory of pure blood?

”You are not.” There was hatred in Harry's voice.

”Not what?” Tom asked eagerly.

”You are not the greatest wizard in the world.” Harry breathed faster. ”I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the greatest wizard in the world is Dumbledore. It's well known that even if you are powerful now, you don't dare to go to Hogwarts and do whatever you want. Dumbledore has seen through you long ago, and you are still afraid of him, so you have been hiding here. ”

The smile faded from Tom's face and rose to a look of anger.

”As far as I know, Dumbledore has been banished from the castle!” He hissed.

”But he is not far away from the castle!” Harry bluntly declared that he hoped to scare Tom away.

Tom opened his mouth to speak, but he froze at once.

In the distance came the sound of music. Tom turned around and surveyed the empty stone room. The music became more and more loud, gloomy and frightening, mysterious and strange.

Harry felt cold in his four bodies at first, and his hair was erect, and he reached the peak with the tone. Harry seemed to feel the music trembling between his ribs, and the stone pillar nearby began to burst into flames.

At this time, a flaming red bird, as big as a swan, flew up to the dome, singing a wonderful rhyme. It was like the metal bar of a peacock captain, shining with gorgeous brilliance, and its golden claws, clutching a piece of cloth.

”Fox?” Fanlin exclaimed, this is the phoenix of Dumbledore, although fox has changed a shape, but that kind of throbbing from the soul is not wrong.

Then fox flew toward Harry and van reen. He put the cloth in his paw at Harry's feet, and then stopped on his shoulder. When it folded its wings, Harry looked up and saw its long, pointed golden beak and black eyes, as bright as pearls.

Fox stood there quietly. He looked at Van Lin, gave a very intimate song, then turned his head and looked at Tom.

”Branch hat?” Vaseline looked down at what fox had brought. It was the division hat at the top of the shelf in Dumbledore's office.

Tom began to laugh again, and his laughter echoed in the dark stone chamber as if ten red were laughing at the same time.