Chapter 322: Not Even Dumbledore Can Save You
Riddle was on the brink of erupting, his furious red eyes locked onto Kyle.
Even when he'd been called a monster back at the orphanage, he hadn't hated anyone this much. But now, this boy had shown up. He was convinced beyond a doubt: He was the true heir to Slytherin. And yet, Kyle had the audacity to call him an impostor!
In a reckless surge of rage, Riddle cast his spell.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A bolt of green light shot forward at breakneck speed, but Kyle had already anticipated the attack, ducking behind a pillar just in time.
"Sectumsempra!"
It was a spell Kyle had picked up from the Advanced Potion-Making book, a relic of Snape's youth, scrawled with his handwritten spells. The technique wasn't difficult to master, and Kyle launched it at Riddle.
But Riddle didn't even try to dodge; in fact, a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth. The Sectumsempra passed right through him like a breeze, cutting through the air but leaving no mark. Only a faint black line appeared in its wake, vanishing just as quickly.
"It's useless," Riddle laughed coldly. "Your spells can't hurt me... Avada Kedavra!"
Another flash of green light.
Kyle quickly ducked behind another pillar.