Connor's Hogwarts

When the ground shattered, an alarm bell rang in Connor's heart. He instinctively felt the fatal danger. He knew that this intuition came from the eyes of the basilisk.

But since he could prepare protective glasses for Harry and the others, it was absolutely impossible to relax his protection. Almost at the same time that the basilisk emerged from the ground, a pair of sci-fi-looking glasses appeared in front of Connor's eyes.

Connor still doesn’t know how the basilisk’s eyes kill, but he knows that he must never look directly into its eyes. Moreover, he has an invincible guardian angel beside him——

"Master!"

The invisible blade slashed out. Before the basilisk had time to react, a fountain of blood spurted out from the snake's neck. The basilisk screamed miserably. It could not even walk a single round under Artoria's hands.

But before Connor could breathe a sigh of relief, his expression suddenly changed: "Saber!!"

Arturia, who had been invisible all this time, actually appeared! What shocked Connor even more - Artoria started to petrify from the legs!

"Damn it!"

Connor immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. He raised his wand and pointed at the basilisk, casting several spells in succession. However, the basilisk had no intention of entangled with him. It dragged its seriously injured body into the ground again. Into the ground.

"Hahahahaha——! The rumored genius is nothing more than that! Hahahaha!"

The young Voldemort laughed loudly, with a malicious smile on his face and the excitement of succeeding in his evil plan in his eyes.

"Saber, are you okay?" Connor's face was gloomy. He ignored Voldemort and walked quickly to Artoria and said.

At this time, Artoria's entire lower body and armor were petrified. She maintained her balance with her sword against the floor, her face very serious.

"No, it doesn't matter, it's just that my lower body can't move at all," Artoria frowned: "And this petrification effect is spreading. I need to use magic power to resist this spread. Master, I didn't look directly at that person just now. The eyes of a snake.”

The current situation was completely beyond their expectations. The basilisk's curse actually acted directly on Artoria!

"Wait a minute, let me try this." Connor hurriedly took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and poured it on Artoria's petrified parts.

"This is mandrake solution, which can counteract the petrification effect. Don't worry! It will be fine!" Connor felt a little sweat on his forehead.

"." Artoria saw the tension and concern in Connor's eyes. She didn't say anything. She lowered her head and felt it before replying: "It works. I feel that the petrification speed has slowed down."

"Huh, that's good" Connor said with relief.

"Haha, it's useless. It takes three days for the effect of Mandrake to take full effect. By then it will be over. Connor, you have already lost!"

Voldemort sneered maliciously: "Do you think we will prepare nothing to deal with you? The effect of the basilisk's eyes on the soul is absolute, especially for your magic that uses magic paintings to carry the soul. I have experienced it myself. After that, this is the trick we have reserved specifically for dealing with you!"

"Us?" Connor took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, turned around and looked directly at Voldemort: "Your companions really understand me deeply. Should I praise you? But you think this will do it?" Did you defeat me? Angel!"

As Connor finished speaking, visible spatial distortion appeared in the air. The space around Voldemort collapsed instantly, compressing inward like a crushed box. In just a moment, Voldemort's manifested body It was squeezed out by the twisted space.

There was only a floating diary left in the sky. Black smoke was emitting around the diary, but this smoke was confined to a small space and could not turn into a human form again. Voldemort had been caught.

But his voice didn't get much quieter, and rampant laughter came from the ball-shaped smoke: "Hahahahahaha! It's useless, Connor Lake, so what if you control me, your opponent has never stopped. It was not me from the beginning. From the moment you stepped into the secret room, you fell into our trap. You lost! You lost! Hahahaha!"

"So much nonsense." Connor frowned, and the space around the diary was compressed again. Now Voldemort couldn't even transform into smoke.

But Connor's mood was not much relaxed. The basilisk's eyes could directly petrify Artoria's body. This was something he didn't expect. Although he had been very wary of the basilisk's eyes for a long time, he also I just habitually thought that I just had to avoid looking directly into the snake's eyes. I didn't expect that the basilisk's ability was so unreasonable.

However, Connor only understood the key point in an instant. "The eyes are the windows to the soul." This sentence is not unfounded. The soul is originally under the protection of the body, and the eyes are the most direct way for the soul to communicate with the outside world. path of.

The basilisk causes harm to people by looking at it, but magic paintings like Artoria and Angel have no bodies. Her souls are wrapped in magic power, so there is no need to look at each other. The basilisk's gaze can hurt Al Tolia causes direct damage! The basilisk is actually the natural enemy of Connor's magic painting!

No wonder Harry said that the basilisk had its eyes closed. In fact, those were not eyelids at all, but something covering the basilisk's sight. Otherwise, the basilisk would also cause harm to Voldemort, who had almost become a magic painting!

Damn, you were careless. You should have realized this problem a long time ago, but things have not yet reached the worst point. The basilisk has been chopped by Artoria. Connor is confident that if it dares to show up, he will kill it with one punch. After being dealt with, and there is Angel by his side, the opponent is not afraid for the time being.

"That's it for now,"

Connor and Angel had the same mind. With a glance, Angel returned to his earrings. Voldemort had been controlled, and there was no need to manipulate the space here anymore. The top priority was to protect Angel. Connor deliberately raised his voice and said :

"Come out, you clown who only knows how to hide, don't you dare to show up in front of me now? Your little snake shouldn't be able to move. You've put a lot of effort into dealing with me. You should be lucky that I'm still here. I didn’t tell Dumbledore what happened today, otherwise, wouldn’t you want to deal with me? I’ll just stand here and have a serious contest!”

The secret room that lost Angel's control slowly returned to its original appearance of an empty altar under the control of the enemy. When the space slowly began to reset, a man in black robes appeared on the long bridge directly in front of Connor.

"Bang!" The stone wall collapsed.

Without saying a word, Connor threw a magic edge curse. The man in black robe was instantly cut into two pieces, and then turned into a card that was cut in the middle in the air.

"You're still as sinister as ever, Connor."

A deep, hoarse voice sounded from behind Connor, and Connor turned around with a gloomy face.

"I have always known that you are not as aboveboard as you appear on the surface. You are very cautious in doing things, never do anything you are not sure about, strive for perfection and do whatever it takes."

"To be honest, even though I simulated today's stage countless times and imagined how to stand in front of you, I never had the confidence to defeat you."

The voice of the man in black robes trembled with excitement: "But the fact is, you will never know what the results will be if you don't try many things, and now - I am close to success."

"." Connor said nothing after seeing the man in black robe come out. He didn't even pay attention to Saber who kept giving him hints with her eyes.

"I did it! I sealed your biggest trump card! I will pass the test of Slytherin! I will eventually defeat you here!"

The voice of the man in black robe became louder and louder, and his tone became more and more urgent. In the end, it even contained a hint of madness. Connor had no doubt about the authenticity of this passionate feeling, because he had already seen the coming person. identity--

"As expected, it's you, my stupid brother."

"!!!"