Just a soul's phantom.
Under Dumbledore's influence, who at Hogwarts would use Unforgivable Curses now? Let alone dark magic that manipulates souls.
Absolutely ridiculous...
Under the spreading scorching radiance, Voldemort's smile grew more contemptuous.
"Everyone, fall back now!"
"Filius! Pomona! Quickly!"
Professor McGonagall watched the platform with anger and terror. Her wand began moving rapidly.
The other professors reacted. Hurried to help McGonagall raise protective shields.
However, the protective magic expanded far slower than the Fiendfyre in Voldemort's hand.
Violent flames shot upward.
Like a volcanic eruption. Air temperature suddenly spiked. Suffocating heat filled the Chamber.
Voldemort's eyes flashed crimson. As if already seeing lives burning. His thin lips curved into a pleased smile.
Dumbledore.
This is my first gift to you!
Instantly, the flames took shape.
A mad, furious Basilisk was born from the fire. Its massive body roared wildly at Venom.
The tongue from its mouth became terrifying lava flames. Carrying overwhelming heat and destructive power. Spraying toward Venom.
In moments, Venom was completely swallowed by lava flames. His crimson body melted away in the faintly glowing flame core.
The previously chaotic Slytherins fell into eerie silence. Theodore even put away his wand first.
"Looks like they don't need us." Timaeus shrugged. Looking somewhat disappointed.
"Tiger!"
Harry instinctively wanted to rush forward.
But he was knocked down by a flying figure. When he saw it was Gilderoy Lockhart, Harry instantly calmed down.
Just as the Fiendfyre Basilisk prepared to turn its head toward Harry, the flame center below its head suddenly became like a black hole. Madly devouring the surrounding Fiendfyre.
As if sensing some threat, the Fiendfyre Basilisk grew more violent.
However, irresistible suction wrapped around the Fiendfyre Basilisk's body like invisible chains. No matter how it roared and struggled, it couldn't escape.
Until the overwhelming flames reversed and returned. The Fiendfyre Basilisk was completely swallowed by the flame core. The entire Chamber cavern fell into dead silence.
"I heard handsome men have big tempers."
Lisa lightly nudged the prefect's elbow. Covered her lips. Her tone was both teasing and amazed.
"Isn't Shelby's temper a bit too big?"
In fact, though this wasn't the young snakes' first time seeing Tiger become Ghost Rider, no matter how many times they witnessed it, this scene seemingly returned from hell's abyss remained bone-chilling.
The blinding flames dissipated completely.
What appeared was a skeleton burning in Hellfire. Just standing there quietly. It seemed like a silent warning to all wronged souls and evil spirits in the world.
The originally wide wizard robes, under the flames' wild carving, recombined in an eerie way. Countless wronged souls roared and struggled within.
"Damn it, what the hell is that!"
Voldemort's eyes widened in disbelief.
Such rare loss of composure had only appeared for an instant before Dumbledore at enrollment.
Just then, the Hellfire Winchester hidden under the cloak was raised by Tiger. His jaw, spitting flames, opened and closed slightly.
"Hello, scumbag."
"BANG!"
With deafening gunfire, surging smoke and sparks sprayed from the barrel. Like dragon's breath roaring. Flames surging wildly.
Before Voldemort could react, a huge hole appeared in his chest. At the hole's edge, threads of fire slowly spread.
"Who are you?"
"Where are you from?"
At this moment, Voldemort no longer viewed Tiger as a chess piece. As if realizing something, his eyes gradually overflowed with fanaticism. As if seeing his life's pursuit in Tiger.
However, Tiger didn't answer him.
The Hellfire surging wildly in his eye sockets seemed able to see through all darkness and evil.
He walked before Voldemort.
Stared hard at Voldemort's eyes. His hoarse, calm duet was like a hell messenger interrogating.
"You are guilty!"
"You want to judge me?"
Voldemort looked enlightened. Then laughed maniacally and disappointedly.
"Come on, judge me!"
"Let me see who you really are!"
"I'm not guilty. No one can judge me!"
Though as Voldemort's earliest Horcrux, Tom Riddle's memories stopped at his student years. His research on souls and life and death already exceeded ordinary people.
In legend, only Death could judge souls.
But he had already transcended life and death!
Death wouldn't descend to the mortal world!
"Is that so..."
Low, eerie laughter came from his jaw. As if celebrating his victory. Or mocking the fool before him trying to challenge his authority.
"What I hate, I will destroy. What I want, I will have. I am the law. I am the rule."
"I say you're guilty..."
"You are guilty!"
The burning skeletal hand suddenly grabbed Voldemort's supposedly intangible shoulder.
The Hellfire's restraint made Voldemort unable to move. Panic flashed through his deep eyes.
"Look into my eyes."
"Feel their pain!"
The roar from hell made Voldemort dizzy. His eyes involuntarily looked into Tiger's eye sockets.
The wildly surging Hellfire seemed to become real hell lava at this moment. Countless wronged souls and evil spirits surged within. Making shrill wails.
Each one felt extremely familiar to Voldemort. As if people he'd harmed. Or himself.
"No... no... no..."
Fear gradually appeared on his gloomy face.
The rabbit he tortured to death. The children he abused. The man he tortured to death with Cruciatus.
The nun he killed with Avada Kedavra. Myrtle who died from the Basilisk's stare. Hagrid he framed. Ginny he controlled...
Screaming. Pain. Wailing. Cursing.
One by one. Piece by piece.
All the pain everyone had suffered appeared on him in turn. A twisted expression appeared on his face. He clutched his own neck tightly. Trying to end it sooner.
"No, no, kill me!"
"Kill me!"
"No! I'll kill everyone!"
Chaotic, desperate roaring echoed through the Chamber.
However, time seemed exceptionally long. The young Slytherins clutched their chests tightly. Voldemort's screams made them almost unable to breathe.
Only Timaeus bowed to the ground. His lips moved slightly. Uttering a series of mysterious, fervent words.
Extremely excited, he seemed placed in a solemn, grand sacrificial ceremony. Devoutly offering awe and soul to the deity he believed in.
"This is... judgment?" Professor Flitwick's face was full of shock and confusion.
Considering himself knowledgeable, he was full of confusion and terror at this moment.
Did Death truly exist in this world?
Nearby, Voldemort's soul phantom completely turned into a gray-white statue. Those cruel, cold eyes also became black rock flowing with lava. Filled with death and pain.
Tiger raised the Hellfire Winchester. Laughed viciously and fiercely.
"Hell has no mercy, bitch."
"BANG!"
Scorching dragon's breath shattered the statue's head.
As sparks scattered, the statue collapsed. Turned into ground rubble and dust.
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