Vol 3 Chapter 480: Don’t you understand your situation?

Harry Potter only felt a terrifying face appeared in his mind-tall, thin, wearing a black mask, his face pale and haggard like a snake, and his pupils were like thin slits. Scarlet eyes, staring at him firmly.
　　 He tried to expel this face from his mind, but found that he couldn't do it at all. The other side seemed to be his twin brother, next to him...
　　 His scars seemed to explode, and he felt that he was dying: it was a pain that had never been experienced, unimaginable, and could never be erased.
　　 That hideous face seemed to turn into a monster with red eyes, and Harry was firmly wrapped around his body. The monster was so tightly entangled that Harry didn't know which was his body or which was the monster's body. They were fused together, bound by pain, with nowhere to escape.
　　 Then, the monster spoke suddenly, using Harry's mouth.
　　 Harry had to feel his mouth open and close in extreme pain, making a strange voice:
　　 "Jon Hart, it was you!"
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"Yes, it's me, Tom!" Jon sat down on the tombstone of Rodolphs Lestrange's father, and said leisurely: "Speaking of which, this is the first time we met. If I could call it a meeting!"
　　 Harry couldn't see anything, he almost became dying, and there was a strong anger from all around him: "Why do you... dare to call my name directly... why!"
"Your name is inherited from your father, Tom. It is destined to accompany you throughout your life, whether you want to admit it or not!" Jon shrugged, "Well, can we not discuss such silly topics? useful?"
　　 "Whatever you want!" Tom Riddle whispered, "What do you want to say to me?"
Then, Jon took out a gold cup from his pocket and carefully observed the badger pattern representing Hufflepuff on it: "...I am in Leicester, 300 miles away from Hogwarts Castle. The manor talks to you, such a beautiful artwork, you turned it into a rude Horcrux, it's a violent thing!"
　　 "Sure enough... it was you..." Tom Riddle's voice seemed to gradually turn from anger to calm.
"Of course it's me, otherwise who else?" Jon said naturally: "To be honest, it is a very comfortable process to smash a Horcrux directly with a sword...Of course, with a fierce burning feeling, Actually it's not bad!"
　　 "The destruction of my other Horcruxes is also related to you?" Voldemort asked in a low voice.
"A year ago, when you were fighting Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic, I burned your two Horcruxes with fierce fire-that ridiculous diary and Ravenclaw's crown?" Thoughtfully:
"...As for the others, I sent the person who killed the big snake, but unfortunately they were eventually wiped out, but in the end the mission was completed... That Slytherin pendant box, poor Reguler S-Blake stole it more than ten years ago. Unfortunately, you don’t know... and the ring that your grandfather left behind, Peverier’s ring. There is an interesting little stone hidden in it. It’s a pity You still don't know..."
　　 "I worked so hard to make six Horcruxes and stored them in a safe place. Now there are no more. How do you feel, Tom?" Jon asked with a smile.
　　 "You will make you worse off than dead!" Tom Riddle said solemnly, with a strong killing intent hidden in his voice: "I swear."
"I'm afraid you don't have this chance!" Jon said nonchalantly, and said leisurely: "I know you have been inquiring about my whereabouts, Tom. To Professor Horace Slughorn, To Diana Greengrass Madam... Then I may as well tell you honestly now..."
"In your father’s cemetery two years ago, you did not kill me. I had already asked Barty Crouch Jr., your loyal servant, to drink the compound with my hair. The decoction, disguised as me... Hey, it is really sad that the most loyal Death Eater was so cruelly killed by his master!"
　　 Harry Potter felt an extremely fierce rage for an instant, but this feeling came and went quickly, and his mood quickly returned to calm again:.
　　 Tom Riddle's voice sounded again: "Then disguised as Barty..."
"Professor Alastor Moody, isn't it interesting? You made poor little Crouch disguise as Professor Moody, and I let Professor Moody disguise as little Crouch... and you I was kept in the dark until the battle at the Ministry of Magic. At the time, I was returning to Hogwarts as Christopher Patrick."
"I really hope that Dumbledore will end you in that battle, but the reality is a little unsatisfactory~EbookFREE.me~ You escaped and regrouped a group of Death Eaters..." Jon Smiled: "Then we can only take other methods."
　　 Voldemort didn't seem to care about Jon's sarcasm. He asked with extreme indifference: "How do you know...know my plan, where my Horcrux is, through Wormtail?"
"Of course not, it looks like you already know Wormtail betrayed you!" Jon gave Harry a thumbs up: "You Death Eaters, the speed of sending information is still very efficient! But, light Wormtail won’t work. That’s all, I might as well tell you the truth—"
Jon's voice became low in an instant: "Because I am a prophet Magnus, a natural prophet, I can know everything that is about to happen, and I can understand the truth of time. You can't hide your little tricks from me! "
　　 "Prophecy Magus." Tom Riddle frowned, as if he wanted to keep the term in mind.
　　 "Why are you telling me this?" Tom Riddle regained his senses, suddenly said.
　　 "Of course... to delay time!" Jon said with a smile.
"Procrastinating time?" Tom Riddle also sneered. "Could it be that you are delaying time, waiting for me to leave Hogwarts, waiting for me to arrive at Leicester Ranch, and then waiting for me to kill you? ".
"Dear Tom, is it possible that you still naively thought, can you still leave Hogwarts?" Jon blinked, his face relaxed and contented: "Don't you understand your situation until now? ?"
　　 Harry Potter's body twitched when he heard Jon's words, and his whole body was shaking violently.