Harry Potter: The Age of Magic

Chapter 286 The wear and tear of time

Author: Sissi who listens to stories

Chapter 286 The wear and tear of time

Hogwarts Castle, in the dark cave beneath the Chamber of Secrets entrance.

Tom woke up from a coma without making any movement. He tried his best to maintain the state before waking up, and slowly groped around with his hands, trying to find his wand.

"At your feet!"

Grace's voice was hoarse and cold.

Hearing the sound, Tom immediately turned over and sat up, reached his right hand to his feet, picked up the wand and released the luminous spell at the same time.

"Who are you? Did you knock me out?"

His eyes flashed under the soft light.

Grace stood quietly in the distance, not looking at him: "Slytherin, Grace."

"Slytherin Grace?"

Tom was startled for a moment and asked suspiciously, "As a prefect of Slytherin, how come I didn't know there was a person like you in Slytherin?"

The eyes behind the silk blindfold glanced at him, but did not answer his question:

"That has nothing to do with you. Now that you're awake, leave here."

"Leave? I am the heir of Slytherin. I should inherit everything in the Chamber of Secrets. Why should I leave?"

Tom raised his wand and pointed it at Grace, "I think it's time to leave forever..."

Before he could finish his threatening words, Grace came to him like lightning:

"Heir of Slytherin? What's the proof?"

This extremely fast speed immediately frightened Tom to take a step back, and the Iron Armor Curse was released silently.

"Silent and wandless casting, good talent."

Seeing that the fluorescence on the tip of his staff did not go out, but a layer of transparent armor suddenly appeared around his body, Grace nodded slightly, "But this is not enough to prove it!"

"Proof, of course I can prove it, but I'm afraid you won't understand."

Not daring to express the idea of ​​killing the other party easily, Tom looked at Grace from head to toe, and said with his Parseltongue talent, "I am Voldemort! The greatest wizard of this century!"

"oh."

Grace said in a neutral tone, "I understand, Voldemort is an ambitious little wizard."

Hearing that she actually understood what he said, Tom was stunned, and then asked in shock:

"Do you understand? Are you a Parseltongue too?"

"No." Grace shook his head, "I am a Slytherin, basilisk."

Hearing this, Tom took a step back in shock and repeated in disbelief: "Snake...basilisk?"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Grace leaned aside and turned into a huge snake in an instant. She closed her eyes tightly and said:

"Do you believe it now?"

Tom took a breath, and then his expression became fanatical:

"You are actually a basilisk! Are you the same as the one in the legend?"

"What legend?"

"You are a pet left by the ancestors of Slytherin to the heirs to purify the school and clean up the mud that is not worthy of learning magic..."

"no!"

"no?"

Tom, who was interrupted by Grace, was stunned. After a few seconds, he asked again, "Then the toad's blood will weaken your strength, but the chicken's blood will make you violent?"

"Yes, there is such a thing."

The huge snake head nodded lightly.

"Then can you do me a favor?"

"No help."

"But I am the heir of Slytherin? Even if you are not a pet, you should still be my friend, right?"

Grace paused for a moment and said hesitantly: "Friend... friend?"

"Yes, friend!"

Tom nodded vigorously, with a charming smile on his handsome face, "I am the heir of Slytherin, and you are the basilisk of Slytherin. We are born friends."

Seeing her nodding slightly, he immediately said: "Since we are friends, isn't it right for you to do me a little favor?"

Grace pondered for a moment: "What's the deal?"

Hearing her tone loosen, Tom said happily:

"I read from half of the magic book called "The Book of Melina" that people who die by looking at you will have their souls drawn out, and I want to make one without being tortured myself.

Magic props need the soul drawn by your eyes as nourishment."

"No help!" Grace immediately and coldly refused.

"Why?" Tom asked in surprise, and then added, "There is no need to kill anyone important. Let's go outside and find a homeless person, and no one will notice it at all!"

"I, Grace, do not kill."

"No killing?"

Tom's expression instantly turned disappointed. When he saw her nodding "yes", he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

After a moment, he smiled again: "So, as a friend, can you see me out of the secret room?"

The huge snake head tilted slightly, as if listening to something. After a moment, she turned around and said:

"good!"

Seeing that the other person's back was facing him, Tom jumped up, put one hand in his pocket, and held the wand in the other hand to hug the big snake's body.

"Open!"

As Grace hissed the incantation to open the secret room, the hole above collapsed again, followed by a huge snake body that quickly jumped up against the wall.

There was no one in the bathroom. Grace twisted her neck to block the door. The huge snake head closed its eyes and looked back at Tom behind him:

"arrive!"

"You really can't help me kill people?" Tom's voice contained the last trace of hope.

"cannot!"

"Then don't blame me."

Tom quickly took out his hand hidden in his pocket, and instantly opened a large bottle of chicken blood that he had carried with him and poured it out.

Immediately afterwards, he closed his eyes and jumped to the open space aside, waving the wand in his hand:

"Protect everything!"

"Peaceful guard!"

"Armor protection!"

"An enemy trap!"

…

Time goes back to five minutes ago.

On the floor of the women's bathroom on the second floor.

Rossi, who had been stiff for five minutes, finally regained his mobility.

Voldemort can’t be killed?!

His fate has attracted the attention of the "God of Death"? Could the "God of Death" they are referring to refer to the program that operates the game?

Is that necessary? It's just a copy of the adventure mission. If I kill Voldemort, will it affect the entire game?

I was muttering in my heart, and was about to open the secret room again to talk to Grace when I heard the door behind me suddenly being knocked open.

Immediately afterwards, a high-pitched cry penetrated into Rosie's ears.

Surprised, I turned around to see Myrtle appearing at the door with a face full of tears and crying.

Myrtle? How come she came so quickly? An hour passed so quickly?

Wait! I remember Grace just said that my attack on Voldemort was just a waste of time...

So that’s it!

Because of the "God of Death"'s attention, from the moment the curse came to him to the time when the spell took effect on him, everything was directly erased!

And I didn’t even notice this at all!

Just as Rosie's thoughts were changing rapidly, Myrtle was startled for a moment when she saw someone inside, then turned around and ran out again.

"Myrtle, don't run! There will be danger later!"

Rossi shouted and hurriedly chased the opponent.

Myrtle did not run upstairs anymore, but turned around and ran downstairs, ran out of the castle gate, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Myrtle! Just wait!"

Rosie hurriedly chased after him. Seeing that he was about to run out of the central courtyard, she simply waved her wand and pointed at him!

"The cotton dress is coming!"

Under the influence of magic, Myrtle's cotton dress tugged fiercely, pulling her towards Rosie in an instant.

"You want to bully me too!"

Myrtle, who was grabbed by Rossi's clothes, screamed, took out her wand and was about to cast a spell, when she heard a loud shout coming from the direction of the auditorium.

"don't want!"

(End of chapter)