Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

Lothar put the wand on his chest, and a white light flashed, forming a semicircular barrier.

The next second, the giant python attacked and hit the protective barrier cast by Lothar with magic power.

Feeling the magic power coming from the barrier, Lothar's eyes began to grow solemn.

This monstrous magic power made him almost miss it, if he hadn't reacted quickly and increased the magic power output to the barrier.

Maybe this barrier has been broken, and he will be swallowed by this flame python and burned to ashes.

But being in such a stalemate is obviously very detrimental to him.

The next moment, Lothar stretched out his wand and waved towards the sky.

The streams of water began to gather together, turning into an eagle in the air that was larger than Voldemort's Flame Python.

As the giant eagle took shape, it let out a cry and swooped down.

The claws under his body grabbed at the giant python. Unwilling to be outdone, the giant python made a snake-specific hissing sound and fought around the giant eagle.

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Tom who was smiling at him with evil eyes.

"Today is the day you die, Tom."

"Don't talk nonsense so early, Lothar."

Voldemort chuckled, he was like a gentleman at this time.

There is a hint of madness in the elegance, and there is naked murderous intent in the eyes.

The next second, two beams of different colors converged in mid-air again and collided together.

One is Voldemort's death curse, and the dark green light still seems to symbolize his powerful power.

The other is Lothar's white light. The intense light is bound to remove the darkness in this world and bring new life to this world.

"Ahhh" the two yelled, both waiting for the moment when the other failed.

In the sky, the giant eagle and the giant python are still fighting, and the battle is extremely fierce.

Accompanying the cry or neighing is the disappearance of a piece of hydrated feathers or cremated scales.

This is the spiritual world shared by Lothar and Voldemort. Every confrontation between them is a competition of wills.

The spells released by the wands are nothing more than expressions of their will.

After all, this competition is about their will.

Voldemort wanted to be resurrected, but Lothar didn't want to be resurrected.

This is a duel where someone has to fall.

The one who falls will become the nourishment of the one who stands.

"Tom!" Lothar roared. The magic power in his body had been output to the maximum, and he was able to withstand Voldemort's magic power.

Voldemort no longer looked elegant at this time, replaced by madness and destruction in his eyes.

"Die here, Lothar."

"You will be a part of me and watch me conquer the world."

"Are you kidding me?" Lothar yelled angrily, "You should be the one who is going to die, and this place will be your destination Voldemort."

As the magic power of the two people continued to be output, the beams of light concentrated in mid-air increased in size visible to the naked eye.

The light is getting brighter and brighter, and it seems that the critical moment is coming.

The outcome is about to be announced

But, at this moment.

As if they had agreed, the two stopped the magic spell at the same time and apparated away from the place.

At the same time that the two of them left, a black liquid appeared somewhere, with a corrosive sound of "squeaking", causing a large area to disappear.

Lothar and Tom in the distance looked at this scene with fear.

A bald old man with red eyes appeared in front of them.

"You really have bad intentions. You are not Salazar Slytherin. Who are you?" Lothar looked solemnly at the bald old man in front of him, the fear in his eyes undisguised.

He had felt very strange before. The so-called Slytherin appeared in front of him at the perfect time.

It was as if she was waiting for him, and the words he said to him.

There must be some truth in it, Lothar believed this.

But it’s uncertain whether he mixed it with something of his own.

In his conversation with Lothar, although he did not always say that he was Salazar Slytherin.

But hints and guidance have always been everywhere. He has always hinted that Lothar himself is the Slytherin from thousands of years ago, and he left things like soul fragments in order to seal something.

Lothar might not have been able to tell it before, but these days he has been hinting to Hermione that Lockhart is a liar.

How could he not recognize this similar technique?

Therefore, Lothar has been suspicious since then.

And he began to be on guard. Even though he and Voldemort had fought so fiercely just now, he did not let go of his guard against the so-called Slytherin.

Sure enough, just when he and Voldemort were about to decide the outcome, the old man who claimed to be Slytherin appeared.

As soon as he appeared, he cast a merciless curse, and as soon as he took action, he wanted to kill him and Voldemort.

"Isn't this my dear ancestor? It seems that you are a fake." Voldemort smiled softly. At this time, he seemed to have become that elegant nobleman again.

A meticulous, gentlemanly and handsome man.

"I can help you, Tom and Lothar. I can help you."

Seeing that his spell had no effect, the "Slytherin" was not angry. Instead, he looked at the two of them with a smile and said seductively.

Lothar and Voldemort both looked at him with sneers, waiting for his next words.

"I know you both want to devour each other, replenish your own souls, and then resurrect yourself."

"Slytherin" didn't care about their attitudes.

He walked back and forth and spoke softly, like an elder giving some little advice to those who came after him.

"Then why?" He paused, turned around, and looked at the two of them seriously.

The kindness in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by an extremely crazy joke.

"If you don't give your soul to me, let me resurrect you for you."

"This way, you don't have to fight anymore, how wonderful it is."

"Hahahahahaha."

"Slytherin's" crazy laughter spread in their mental space.

Lothar and Voldemort used Apparition to leave again.

Standing in the distance and looking at "Slytherin" cautiously.

Lothar could even feel the danger from his heart.

"It seems that it's really not that difficult for me to be resurrected."

He was solemn in his heart, knowing that a fierce battle would follow.

After defeating the "Slytherin" in front of him, he would also defeat Voldemort.

Only in this way can he truly be resurrected.

Only then will he truly come to this world and become a member of this world.