When it got to this point, Harry covered his mouth and said with the same fake surprise as last year, "Oh dear, I forgot—Tom, your father didn't love you either!"
"Harry... Potter!" Pansy hissed, casting another spell.
"You really are naughty, Tom." Harry continued, catching the magic spell with his stone giant hand, mercilessly exposing Voldemort's true nature, "Look at you, last year you wreaked havoc in the Slytherin boys' dormitory, well, at least you're all guys—that's fine. But this year you've gotten worse, even deceiving girls, you make me sick, Tom... How would your Death Eater subordinates feel if they knew what you've done?"
"Shut up!" Pansy screamed frantically, "Shut your mouth! Potter! I want a duel with you!"
"You're really in a hurry." Harry shook his head helplessly, "I just said a couple of truths, and you're this worked up? Come on, let me see your true face... Tom, or shall I say Voldemort, didn't Dumbledore teach you manners? You need to bow before a duel."
With that, Harry gracefully bowed.
Seeing Pansy still standing upright, Harry's expression darkened.
"I said... bow!"
An immeasurable force suddenly weighed on Pansy's shoulders, causing her to let out a muffled groan, and she awkwardly bent over, giving Harry a crooked bow.
"Stop hiding, Tom." Harry said elegantly, "I think you should show your true form, rather than hide in a woman's body, or shall I say—is the son following the mother's footsteps?"
As soon as Harry's words fell, Pansy rolled her eyes and collapsed to the ground.
"This girl... really fragile."
A black mist rose up, revealing a noseless face.
"Oh, looks like you're not the Tom masquerading as Merope." Harry critiqued sharply, "I always thought you looked familiar, are you the one stuck to Quirrell's back of the head?"
"No more babbling!" Voldemort hissingly turned to the distant Slytherin statue and yelled, "Speak to me! Slytherin—the greatest of the Hogwarts founding four."
As his words fell, the Slytherin statue suddenly opened its mouth, revealing a round, thick black hole.
Voldemort saw the black hole and laughed sinisterly.
"Hahaha, Potter, I must say, you're the most talented young wizard I've ever seen, even at your age I wasn't as skilled... But soon, all this will end, and you will beg for my mercy on your knees—and I will refuse you! Your painful screams will be the best testament to my fierce power!"
Harry did nothing, just stood in place, leisurely watching Voldemort's performance.
Voldemort suddenly realized that for a long time, nothing crawled out of that opening.
"No! Impossible!" Voldemort floated back two steps, in a state of disbelief.
But reality slapped him brutally, and the imagined scene of the snake monster emerging to shred Potter didn't happen.
Where's my snake monster?
Where's my big snake monster?!
"Damn Potter! What did you do!" Voldemort turned around, fiercely glaring at Harry.
Harry sighed and opened his wallet.
"Alfonso, that deceiving Tom is here."
A hiss came from the wallet, and even those who didn't understand Serpent Tongue could sense the vulgarity in its words.
"You damn mixed blood Mudblood! How dare you impersonate a Slytherin descendant! If it weren't for Master Omnius waking me up in time, I'd have been deceived by you for life!"
Voldemort was stunned.
The reason was none other than that, a snake monster he always believed to be his staunch supporter actually called him a mixed blood Mudblood?!
He felt a bit defeated.
Harry closed the wallet, pocketed it, and looked playfully at Voldemort.
"Well, Tom, your trump card... seems to have completely defected to me."
"What kind of trickery are you playing!" Voldemort was beyond furious, he yelled in anger, "Who are you actually? Why does your priority rank above mine!"
"Look, you're just the son of the Gaunt family daughter, not even carrying the Gaunt surname, but rather a Muggle surname." Harry looked at Voldemort with pity, "And snake monsters seem to obey the most pure Slytherin bloodline, quite obviously... Omnius Gaunt is much purer than you."
"As for who Omnius Gaunt is?" Harry said leisurely, "It so happens that I went to Hogwarts a hundred years ago, attended school there for five and a half years—during that time at school, I had a close friend, his name is Omnius Gaunt... Ah, he is your grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt's elder brother."
At this moment, Harry suddenly realized a problem.
Oh no, Omnius is also one of Voldemort's grandfathers?!
So in that case...
"I just suddenly remembered, by bloodline rank, Omnius and I are brothers, while Omnius is a brother to your grandfather... So with that logic, I am also your grandfather." Harry said mockingly, "Grandson, care to call me grandpa?"
Voldemort let out a choking hiccup.
He never thought the twelve-year-old boy in front of him was from his grandfather's era.
Wait?!
Harry Potter?
A hundred years ago, there was a Harry Potter at Hogwarts as well—his name was even rumored in Voldemort's youth.
Could the person before him be the legendary Harry Potter from back then?!
"Who are you really?"
Voldemort's tone suddenly changed.
Losing to a twelve-year-old child is indeed shameful, but if this child is a legendary wizard from a century ago, Voldemort thought it wasn't unacceptable—in fact, it would be an honor...
"Voldemort..."
Harry hadn't finished speaking when Voldemort interrupted him.
"You can just call me Tom." Voldemort said sincerely.
Harry was somewhat bewildered, unable to understand why Voldemort's previous arrogant demeanor had suddenly turned humble.
Actually, Voldemort felt helpless as well, if it were Harry himself, he wouldn't possibly concede, he'd enjoy the fight.
But facing a hundred-year-old Harry was different, who knows what kind of strange magic this master might have, something capable of erasing a soul...
Could he possibly outsmart an ancestral genius?
Yet at this moment, Voldemort fully believed Harry's words, since he had confronted Harry several times face-to-face.
The first encounter during Harry's infancy didn't count, that was Lily's trap.
But after the subsequent encounters, the more Voldemort thought about it, the more it felt wrong. Are Hogwarts first-year students really this wild? In the Forbidden Forest, starting with a Crucio, encountering him in the basement with an Avada.
An Avada was one thing, but chaining spells and tracking them—that was excessive.
However, if the Harry Potter before him was the legendary wizard from a century ago, then all questions made sense, and most importantly, Voldemort could save face.
Despite this, he was secretly building momentum, looking for a suitable moment to escape and evade this master's pursuit.
Voldemort feared death, truly and deeply feared death.
"Alright, Tom... Have you heard of ancient magic?" Harry asked.
Voldemort's shadow nodded frequently, "Heard of it, heard of it..."
"Seen it?" Harry asked.
Voldemort shook his head, replied to Harry, "Haven't seen it."
Harry smiled, raising his magic wand aiming at Voldemort.