Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Professor Lockhart can still laugh. It seems that this kind of thing is no pressure for you." Every time Snape was in a bad mood, he would find someone to vent to. "What are you talking about... it's very... Okay, then I will meet your request.”

While he was asking himself questions, he grabbed Lockhart by the collar and threw him down.

Now, they were the only ones left in the entire bathroom.

"Are you sure everything is safe?" Snape hung on his toes, his center of gravity gradually losing balance. "Mr. Holmes, let me warn you one last time... We are facing a basilisk and an unknown dark wizard."

"I don't remember ever losing."

Volume 1: Chapter 121 Snape: Sorry, I’m so unfamiliar

Hermione never thought that one day she would be able to fight alongside the school's professors.

Although McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are not happy...

Going down the tunnel is another underground corridor, which seems to be under the black lake, because it is very humid here, the temperature is hugely different from the outside, and the end of the stone corridor is an airtight wall.

No need to guess, it's another locked door.

After Harry used Parseltongue again to open the wall at the end with two snakes carved on it, he was able to see the true face of the secret room - behind the stone wall, there was a long, dimly lit room with snakes carved all around it. Pillar room.

"This is the skin shed by a snake." Snape suddenly saw a dark shadow on the side and approached it cautiously.

The snakeskin was about twenty-five feet long, or more than seven meters long. It felt smooth, but in some places it was dry and even wrinkled... Snape couldn't help but raise the wand higher.

"It was attacked by a fire dragon in the air that night and was injured." Hermione came closer and pointed at the uneven places and said, "It's just a slight burn, but it will definitely make it feel very dry. The basilisk hasn't gone far yet. "

"Hold on!" the Sorting Hat muttered suddenly.

Hermione looked back and realized that it was Professor Lockhart who saw Snakeskin and was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed on the ground.

But Harry started walking around anxiously. Finally, under Nietzsche's light, he saw an old, monkey-like old wizard, wearing a robe and barefoot on the ground.

The flame-like color between his legs attracted Harry.

"There...Ginny!" Harry stepped forward in two steps, rushed to her side, knelt on the ground to check, "Don't die, please don't die...she is not petrified! Nietzsche, she No..."

But at this moment, a blue light suddenly flew out from the corner next to it.

"Danger!" "Protego (armor protection)!" Nietzsche and Professor Snape spoke almost at the same time.

Salazar Slytherin's left toe was immediately blown open. The sudden explosion at his feet caused Harry to have tinnitus. Fortunately, Snape's Iron Armor Curse helped him block most of the power of the curse. .

Therefore, he just looks embarrassed now.

"Let me count...five students, three professors, wow, a unique welcome party."

A boy with black hair walked out from behind several stone pillars entwined with snakes. His weird appearance made everyone feel strange: the outline was blurry, as if he were a figure exposed on inferior film.

Nietzsche looked at the other person, feeling that the other person was looking at him through a screen.

"Hmm, black hair, Slytherin, and the same annoying blue eyes as Dumbledore." The boy played with the wand in his hand and continued, "Holmes? The boss of those Mudbloods?"

He was so contemptuous that he did not react at all even to the wands of Neville, Hermione and the three professors.

However, the other party was as arrogant and rude as Draco Malfoy described - Nietzsche untied his tie, pushed up his sleeves, lowered his head and returned the other wand to the trembling Lockhart.

“Before you ask someone else’s name, it’s best to tell your own first,” Nietzsche said.

"Of course, judging from my memory, I'm sorry, I'm just too happy." The boy with a shimmering body bowed slightly and said politely, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, but I prefer others to call me another A name."

Riddle took Ginny's wand and drew his name in the air.

Then he waved again, transposed the letters a few times, and it became another one: I am Voldemort.

Voldemort... this name immediately made many people change. Ron's eyes were full of fear, while Neville was full of hatred. Several professors, including Snape, subconsciously took a step back.

Now, only Hermione stood by Nietzsche's side.

"I thought there was nothing in this world that could scare the dean." Nietzsche twisted his neck and lowered his voice and said, "It's really incredible... I should really take a photo of it."

"Shut up~" Hermione felt less scared because of his interruption.

Riddle stood at Salazar's feet with his head held high, looking like he was enjoying the influence of his name.

"You? Voldemort?" Snape swallowed hard and said hoarsely, "This is impossible, you fake, Voldemort is already dead."

"Wrong~ I, Riddle, am Voldemort's past." He said with a regretful tone, "I used this name when I was a student, but I only used it to close friends. Later I changed it to a new name. "

How great it sounds.

How could Voldemort, the trinity of past, present and future, come into contact with death?

"So you are just a memory from more than fifty years ago?" Snape asked.

Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were confused by this, but after thinking about it for a moment, they immediately understood what was going on and just nodded incomprehensibly.

"Although it's not quite accurate, I can barely say that..."

Riddle seemed to want to explain the connection between memory and soul, but the next second, when he saw Snape's lips parted, he subconsciously tilted his head to avoid it.

"Sectumsempra."

The dean was standing next to Nietzsche. Even so close, he could only hear Snape's lips trembling and the curse recited quickly and quietly. Then, Riddle's ears fell off.

There were no distorted lights, no sparks, no signs of anything that could be predicted in advance.

Very quickly, as if a breeze as sharp as a knife blew by.

Snape's attack was a flare, and everyone began to show their special skills. Fire and explosions tore the surrounding area into pieces.

Riddle covered his ears angrily. Although Nietzsche did not see any blood, judging from his embarrassed look, it was better to die directly than to be humiliated.

"Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."

The mouth of the statue began to open. The inside of the Salazar statue seemed to be hollow, because something crawled out of his mouth. In this case, Professor McGonagall immediately made a decision.

"Close your eyes!" she shouted.

Nietzsche only felt the ground shake, as if something huge fell out of the stone statue's mouth, and then he heard Voldemort's snake language.

"Be careful, Nietzsche, Voldemort says he's going to kill you!" Harry understood the order.

Hermione on the other side looked at the floor, and when the black shadow approached, she pulled Nietzsche to hide on the other side.

"I have a question." Hermione grabbed his sleeve and ran into the stone pillar, screaming, "Why does Voldemort ask your name every time? Should you reflect on it!!"

Lockhart put the Sorting Hat on his face in embarrassment and crawled towards Professor McGonagall.

It's over, it's over, the great genius wizard is about to die.

"Then why don't you ask Voldemort!" Nietzsche blew up the stone pillars around him and built a wall of sighs behind him. "Ask him why he doesn't go to Harry Potter, whom he misses so much? Because he's afraid!"

"If I die, you will have to follow me to hell."

Hermione didn't dare to look back, so she used the levitating spell to lift a ten-foot stone and threw it back.

"He's scared...Haha! Hermione, he actually thought we were the leaders of the Mudbloods." Nietzsche suddenly forgot that he was running for his life and suddenly laughed nervously, "Dobby! Dobby!!"

There was a sudden deafening crackle in the air.

Nietzsche had no time to feel sad for Ginny's coma, because about to join the battlefield will be a Norwegian Ridgeback raised and trained by centaurs and wizards!

Volume One: Chapter 122 Duel at the Top of the Food Chain

A super-large Norwegian Ridgeback suddenly appeared in front of the Basilisk, which many people did not expect.

The hard and sharp claws scratched out streaks of fireworks on the snake's scales, and the magic spell was reflected by the scales. The moment before the basilisk entangled itself, the fire dragon flapped its wings and flew to the nearby stone pillar, turning the bottom into a Sea of ​​fire.

"Hiss, hiss..." The student Voldemort hurriedly gave the order to the Basilisk.

Maybe he was letting the basilisk launch a 'death gaze' on the fire dragon, but it had no effect because Dobby used the enlarged scarf to cover the ferocious dragon's head tightly.

When the basilisk looked up and stared, it was greeted by a ball of dragon fire.

"Avada Kedavra!

Voldemort's mouth was a death curse, but no one dared to underestimate his understatement.

With a twist of his wrist, the floor of the secret room began to churn. Professor Flitwick had to step forward and use a more powerful armor spell to resist the spell's effect on the terrain and its impact on himself.

"Salvio Hexia (Safe Guard)!"

Along with the smoke and temperature rising around them, an invisible barrier enveloped several people. Only the place where they stood on the ground like a mudslide remained intact.

But a duel master is a duel master.

Flitwick first attacked with flying sand and rocks. When Voldemort was hiding, he blew up a strong wind and picked up the gravel and dust, which fascinated the sight of the basilisk and Voldemort.

This also created opportunities for Nietzsche and Hermione to compete.

"Expelliarmus~"

"There are many obstacles!"

The two of them stepped on the wings of the fire dragon, jumped high, stepped over the basilisk, and attacked Voldemort.

"Kill those two Mudbloods first...don't worry about the fire dragon!" When Riddle blocked Hermione's disarming spell, he was hit by the obstacle spell that followed, and his movements slowed down visibly.

Snape's old bat had been standing among the ruins of the stone pillars, attacking unpredictably again and again.

The black magic defense penetrated Riddle to the core, but his wound only revealed some glimmer of light. Harry looked at Snape, who had been waiting for an opportunity, and discovered the hatred and hatred in his eyes. disgust.

It's really rare... He thought Snape treated everyone like this.

"Ah~ It seems that my future self has done something to you." Riddle rubbed his heart and said calmly.

But Snape didn't say anything. Seeing that the blow was not fatal, he immediately avoided several green lights and hid again with the Disillusionment Charm. Wait patiently for the next opportunity.

"I thought I could just trick Harry and a few mudbloods here, but I didn't expect you professors." Voldemort said lazily, "Don't worry, you can't kill me, but it's a pity that Hogwarts will have fewer people."

Professor McGonagall asked Ron to leave with his sister first.

"You opened the Chamber of Secrets..."

"No, no, no, to be precise, it should be dear Ginny." Voldemort corrected her words, "A girl who admired Harry Potter very much. I put a lot of effort into getting her to open her heart."

The outline of his body became clearer little by little.

The professors could feel that Ginny's vitality was getting less and less. Obviously, this battle was not good for them.

"I can pay a price to make the basilisk close its eyes." Flitwick made up his mind and whispered, "Anyway, I've lived so long, it's enough for humans..."

The Eye Spell is a spell against giant magical creatures.

But the problem is that the Eye Spell requires the wizard to hit the target's eyes, which will definitely cause a direct eye contact with the basilisk, so Flitwick used his life to force others to create an opportunity.

"No need, since we can't make the basilisk close its eyes, then let it close its eyes on its own initiative." Nietzsche said.

"The Sorting Hat..." McGonagall looked back at Lockhart who covered his face with the hat, and said quickly, "The scales of the basilisk can block most spells, and the sword is hidden in that hat."

Hearing this, Lockhart immediately reached in, and sure enough, he touched something cold and hard.

As he pulled it out, a shiny silver sword fell out of the hat... That's right, Lockhart couldn't lift it at all, and could only stare at the egg-sized ruby ​​on the hilt in amazement.

Seeing the professor in a daze, Harry picked it up from the ground without saying anything.

"It's too heavy!" Lockhart shouted in panic, "It has nothing to do with me, I can't lift it."

Nietzsche whistled, and at this time, the fire dragon knocked the surrounding stone pillars all over the place and rushed over here.

He first led Harry up from the tail, stepping on the black jade-like ridge to kick up. The fire dragon with its eyes covered just twisted its body subconsciously to express dissatisfaction, but it calmed down slightly after hearing Nietzsche's voice.

"Use the smell to identify the direction, you can burn it to your heart's content today!!" The boy rode on its (her) neck and shouted, "Harry, you only have one chance!"

"I'll try not to miss."

The troops were divided into two groups, and the three professors were responsible for restraining Voldemort, while Hermione and Neville controlled the flames.

Smaug hit the ceiling at first, and after feeling the height of the entire secret room, he began to fly close to the wall above his head. Under Nietzsche's instructions, dense flames began to fall from top to bottom.

The drastic rise in temperature caused Hermione's vision to begin to distort.

The basilisk could only passively dodge everywhere, and its fangs could not attack those things with wings.

"Flame!"

Hermione raised her wand high, and a fire tornado appeared in the secret room. Even without the eye-sickness spell, the flames, smoke, and hot sand and gravel were enough to make the basilisk wail and roll continuously.

If it were ordinary scales, it would now be just a skeleton.

"Don't stop... Keep going..."

Nietzsche's call made the fire dragon keep its mouth open and keep attacking.