"Ah, hehehe, Prewett." Voldemort giggled with disturbing delight.
She reached out to grab Aiden's robes, preparing to do some things that couldn't be broadcast.
"I think this kind of thing is still too early for me, Mr. Voldemort... oh no, Miss!"
A clear, spring-like voice that cleansed the heart came from behind Voldemort.
Several people turned to look and saw a boy with silver dragon horns and heterochromatic pupils standing behind them.
"This... how is this possible!" Peter was the first to cry out in shock.
"You dodged Avada Kedavra, no wait, that wasn't you at all!" Lady Voldemort also realised with growing alarm.
She waved her right hand, and the 'corpse' on the ground crumbled into dirt.
"Then, my lady, following our wizards' ancient etiquette." Aiden said, bowing to her with mock courtesy.
"No, the bone was also replaced by you!" Voldemort said, figuring out something crucial.
"You damn... Avada Kedavra." A green beam shot out with lethal intent.
Aiden stepped forward and dissolved into butterflies, a finger snap echoing around them. "Mind Deprivation".
Voldemort was affected by Aiden's ability. The green beam wavered and then dissipated harmlessly.
"Mental attack abilities – very nice, but unfortunately my mind has long been filled with chaos."
Voldemort laughed loudly while transforming into black smoke to pursue Aiden.
White particles and black smoke collided several times in the air with violent intensity.
The black smoke was clearly at a disadvantage, then Voldemort landed on the ground and revealed her true form.
"Kill him!" she ordered the surrounding Death Eaters.
"Mind Storm".
The white mist stabilised in the air, and a grey-white dragon covered in mysterious runes emerged from the white mist.
In the collective unconscious sea, storms arose at the Manipulator's command.
Several poor Death Eaters had consciousness islands that were obviously not as resilient as Voldemort's.
The moment they encountered the storm, their mental defences were breached, and they fell to the ground convulsing.
"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort said, stubbornly firing the Killing Curse at Aiden.
The dragon in the air once again dissolved into white butterflies, with several butterflies resolutely meeting the green light.
The collision between spells exploded into golden particles. Avada Kedavra and the Patronus cancelled each other out.
"What kind of spell is this?" Voldemort asked with obvious frustration.
The white butterfly swarm descended and gathered toward the ground, and Aiden's figure walked out from the centre.
"Something you'll never be able to touch... the power of love." Aiden said, raising an eyebrow.
"Hmph, false power. Magic is might; only chaos is eternal. The so-called love is nothing but flowers in water, moon in mirror."
Voldemort raised her wand, and Fiendfyre ignited. A giant serpent made of flames opened its bloody maw toward Aiden.
Aiden used his wand like a pipe, took a deep breath, and likewise breathed out Fiendfyre accompanied by mental breath from his lips.
A ghostly blue flame formed a magic dragon that pounced at the serpent.
The two massive creatures tore at each other in the air, and the exploding sparks ignited Riddle's graveyard.
While both sides' Fiendfyre were locked in battle, Voldemort tried to ambush Aiden.
She used wandless Apparition to appear behind Aiden, her wand still glowing green.
"Dual casting, skilful technique." Aiden said with obvious praise.
Then he clenched his fist. With Sequence 4's speed comparable to a steam locomotive plus the tremendous power of the dragon pathway.
'Gut punch.' Aiden landed a punch on Voldemort's abdomen.
In slow motion, Voldemort was hit so hard she vomited bile, then flew backward and completely smashed old Riddle's tombstone.
"This punch is for my parents." Aiden said, blowing on his fist.
Then Aiden raised his wand and used Finite Incantatem to extinguish the surrounding Fiendfyre.
"Hehehe, do you think you've won, Aiden Prewett?" Lady Voldemort said, laughing while lying among the stone rubble.
It seemed the magical creature transformations she had performed on herself over the years had greatly enhanced her physical capabilities.
This also meant she wasn't immediately defeated by Aiden's iron fist.
"You are excellent. Join us, let's rule the world together. I'm willing to share the world with you. I can even make you my consort. With our bloodlines, we could birth the strongest offspring."
Voldemort used a spell to help herself up from the rubble and extended her hand to Aiden.
"Sorry, I don't like sixty-year-old aunties," Aiden said, firmly refusing.
"Hmph, too young, but what a pity. Another genius must be cut down on the path of growth, just like your father."
Voldemort waved her hand, and a peculiar alchemical ritual unfolded within Riddle Manor.
Without any sacrifices, without any preparation, purely through her own compatibility, she pulled the power of Deep Realm Kings from the Deep Realm.
"Behold, like my ancestor, I have tamed those beings. You cannot oppose me, understand, Prewett?"
The alchemical matrix beneath her feet continuously operated, and the power of Deep Realm King Chaos continuously entered Voldemort's body.
It repaired her torn clothes and healed her wounds.
Then Voldemort raised her right hand, and something around them seemed to fundamentally change.
Aiden could feel that all order was disappearing. Time, space, and the matter needed to sustain human existence.
Everything was returning to the primordial.
"Feel my power... Anti-Genesis."
At this moment, Aiden projected the Bone Church onto the ground for the first time.
The surrounding things began to stabilise. The power of reverse entropy stabilised time, while the Bone Church's power grasped matter.
"What? You too!" Voldemort said, her triumphant expression instantly vanishing.
My god, if he could do this kind of thing, how did he get bounced to death by Avada Kedavra back then? Aiden silently complained.
According to data calculations, he can only do this within the area covered by this alchemical matrix, the system emerged to remind him.
No wonder. Aiden had a method to deal with it.
"You're also someone who tamed Deep Realm Kings! It's you people again. Why do you always come to stop me!" Voldemort said with obvious mania.
"Always... are there many people like this?" Aiden asked, trying to throw a spell at Voldemort.
Voldemort waved her hand, and the spell was restored to its original magical power.
"Hmph, you, Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald, and your mother!" Voldemort said, narrowing her eyes.
"?" Aiden was startled and revealed a fatal flaw.
Voldemort seized the opportunity and raised her hand. An invisible force penetrated Aiden's chest, creating a large hole.
A small clock face appeared in Aiden's golden pupils, the hands rewound slightly, and an intact Aiden appeared again.
"Damn it!" Voldemort cursed with frustration.
"Impressive, Senior Tom." Aiden said, once again facing off with Voldemort.
"However, Senior, I've almost finished analysing your weakness."
Aiden reached into the air and grasped, and a white staff appeared in his hand.
He pointed the staff at a node in the void. The Manipulator's mental storm was condensed.
At the same time, purple lightning also condensed at the tip of the staff.
"Lightning of Destruction!"
Purple lightning wrapped around invisible gales, roaring as it shot into the sky.
"Crack." The sound of something breaking occurred. The key node of the entire alchemical matrix was destroyed.
The Deep Realm King's power went berserk. The remaining matrix could no longer suppress the chaotic power.
"Farewell, Senior Tom." Aiden said, turning and using Dream Traversal to leave.
"You!" Voldemort said, looking at Aiden's departure with pure hatred.
She used magic to scoop up the Death Eaters on the ground and Disapparated away.
"Bang." A violent explosion occurred. Purple flames shot straight into the sky, and dazzling white light cleared everything around.
Fortunately, due to the murder case fifty years ago, this place had become a desolate wilderness.
Thanks to Frank, who was imprisoned for murder fifty years ago, and let's remember this Muggle elder who fought against Voldemort both in life and death.
A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and strange dust continuously fell from above.