Chapter 748 Voldemort VS Tom, I am the son of Padrick!"I still remember those sleepless days and nights. I just forced myself to stay alive second by second. I hid in a remote forest and waited. My loyal Death Eaters would definitely find a way to find me. At that time, I was very sure that there would always be someone who would use the magic that I couldn't cast to give me a body. But I waited in vain."

The circle of Death Eaters shuddered.

Voldemort did not continue speaking, allowing the terror to escalate in silence.

After a pause, he continued, "After that, I only had one magic power left. I could possess other people, but I didn't dare go to crowded places because I knew the Aurors were still looking for me everywhere."

"I sometimes possess animals. Snakes are of course my favorite. But I am not much better than a pure ghost when it comes to them, because their bodies are not suitable for magic. Moreover, my possession shortens their lifespans. They don't live long."

"Then, four years ago, my resurrection seemed to have hope. A young, foolish and gullible wizard walked into the forest where I was staying. I happened to run into him. Oh, that seemed to be the opportunity I had always dreamed of, because he was a teacher in Dumbledore's school and he was easily at my mercy."

"He brought me back to Hogwarts, and later I possessed him, closely monitoring him and guiding him to carry out my orders, but my plan failed. I did not steal the Philosopher's Stone, and I could not guarantee immortality. I was thwarted, and it was Harry Potter who thwarted me again."

There was another silence, without a single movement, as if the air had frozen.

The Death Eaters stood still, their eyes glowing from behind their hoods, staring at Voldemort and then at Tom.

"Unfortunately, that teacher died after I left his body, and I became as weak as before."

Voldemort continued, "By that time, I no longer had any illusions that any Death Eater would care about my condition."

One or two wizards around shifted uncomfortably, but Voldemort seemed not to notice.

"Then, less than a year ago, when I had almost given up hope, hope finally appeared. A servant found me, this Wormtail, who had played dead to avoid justice."

"He was being pursued by those whom he had formerly considered his friends, and, having no place to hide, he resolved to return to his master, and he sought me in the country where it had long been said that I was hiding."

Voldemort said as he turned his gaze towards Wormtail.

"Of course, Wormtail had some help from the rats along the way. Wormtail and rats have a peculiar affinity, don't you, Wormtail? His filthy little friend told him that deep in the forests of Albania there was a place that they dared not approach, because many small animals like them were possessed by a dark shadow."

Tom listened to Voldemort's story quietly and expressionlessly without interrupting him.

"But his return to me was not an easy one, was it, Wormtail? He was on the edge of the forest one night, and on the point of finding me, when, hungry as he was, he foolishly went into an inn, where he met Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry."

"Now look at how fate has been kind to me. This incident could have cost Wormtail his life, and perhaps also destroyed my last hope of resurrection. But Wormtail's performance exceeded my expectations. He was unexpectedly calm, and he persuaded Bertha Jorkins to take a walk with him at night."

"He subdued her and brought her to me. Bertha Jorkins, who could have been a ruin, turned out to be a wonderful gift that I could never have dreamed of, because with a little persuasion and some tricks, she confessed a lot of information."

Tom looked at him coldly, "So you know about the Triwizard Tournament, and you plan to use it to cause trouble?"

"Yes, she told me about the Triwizard Tournament. She also told me that this year's competition was a little different. Suddenly, a Padrick family appeared. All of his children participated in the competition, and one of them was called Tom Padrick."

"And she also told me that there is a loyal Death Eater here. As long as I contact him, he will be willing to help me."

Voldemort looked at the giant snake swimming on the ground with red eyes.

"It's really shocking. I never thought that my past self would be reborn. What's even more unexpected is that Peter Padrick has such incredible abilities. He can actually connect the space to here. This is an alien planet. The creatures here are perfect and wonderful. They live by killing. Such a wonderful death and killing machine."

There was a smile on his lips.

"My original plan was Harry Potter."

"Using Bertha Jorkins's intelligence, I plan to have the loyal Death Eater lurking in Hogwarts ensure that the boy's name is placed in the Goblet of Fire. Then I will use my Death Eater to ensure that the boy wins the competition and that he is the first to touch the Triwizard Cup."

"The tampered cup will bring him to me, away from Dumbledore's help and protection, and into my hands."

Voldemort stared at Tom, then shook his head, "But after I found this place, I changed my mind. I used an ancient spell to absorb the life force of these killing monsters, allowing me to gradually restore my body and original strength."

"Now, Tom, the other me, come back to me, and let's work together to conquer this world and make it crawl at our feet."

Voldemort held out his hand to Tom, "I can sense your ambition, you are the same as me, your ambition is for the wizarding world, you want to conquer them, we are one, I can sense it."

"You are right, my ambition is indeed the entire wizarding world."

Tom nodded. "But you misunderstood my ultimate goal."

"What's the ultimate goal?"

"This is just a small goal of mine. As the son of Padraic, the wizarding world of Hogwarts is just a small goal of mine. Above that, there are higher ones, the Milky Way, the entire universe, the multiverse, and finally - Padraic Farm."

Voldemort was stunned by what Tom said.

"In my eyes, pure blood is no longer important, because compared with my father and the farm, bloodline is nothing."

"Do you know how small your vision is in my eyes?"

Tom stared at Voldemort and said slowly: "You use violence to intimidate your subordinates, but you have never thought about how to lead your subordinates to convince more people. You don't understand that violence and terror are never the only means. You only focus on the small British wizarding world and can't even beat a child."

"I am not you, and I have never been you. My father is Peter Padrick. I follow his example, and my vision is infinitely broader than yours!"

Tom sighed in a pretentious manner, "But I sympathize with you."

"Before you learned about your own life experience, you always believed that your father was the one who passed on magic to you. When you faced your father, he blurted out rude words that disdained magic, which made you completely angry. This was also the last straw that forced you to fall into darkness. Your childhood experience is the unavoidable pain point in your life, and it is also the source of everything called 'destiny'.

He stared at the stunned Voldemort and continued:"For a tragic character who grew up in an orphanage when he was young, after experiencing all kinds of worldly affairs, the 'past' and 'present' will be mixed together to cook a pot of terrifying soup called 'future'. It can be said that your life is destined to be a tragedy."

"I am indeed the Voldemort of the past, but in the soup of the 'future' that my father and family have stewed that is no longer a fear, my future is completely different from yours."

"So, don't say we are the same person. I am you in the past, but not you in the present and future!"

After Tom finished speaking, the scene fell into deathly silence.

Voldemort's eyes were fixed on Tom.

After a while, he uttered a sentence, "Do you think your father loves you the most? You are just an ordinary one among his many children. You, a person born of aphrodisiac, will never feel the so-called love and emotion. Tom, don't deceive yourself."

Tom was somewhat defeated by Voldemort's precise words.

"Shut up!"

"Oh!"

The magic ropes tied to his body were broken in an instant.

With the wand in his hand, Tom instantly released a green spell - "Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort was not slow either. A green light shot out from his wand and he released the Killing Curse in a short moment.

Two green lights met in the air!Tom's wand suddenly vibrated as if it were electrified, and he held it tightly.

Suddenly, a thin ray of light connected the two wands. It was neither red nor green, but dazzling gold.

Voldemort, standing opposite him, also held a trembling wand in his pale, slender fingers.

The two men gritted their teeth and rushed towards each other, wishing to kill each other immediately.

Then, completely unexpectedly, Tom's own feet left the ground and both of them were lifted into the air, their wands still connected by the gleaming golden thread.

The Death Eaters below saw this scene and exclaimed in surprise, and some Death Eaters asked Voldemort for instructions.

Large snakes slithered behind them, and several of the men drew their wands to support Voldemort.

The next second, the golden thread connecting Tom and Voldemort suddenly broke, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and thousands of arcs of light appeared above the two.

Arcs of light intertwined around them, finally forming a dome-shaped golden net. A cage made of light appeared before everyone's eyes!(End of this chapter)