Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

As Clark knew, wizards rely on blood to inherit magic power, and their main attribute is actually charm.

So when the Dark Lord was young, he was also a handsome and handsome boy.

The jet-black curly hair, deep-set eyes, and pointed chin added a bit of sternness to him, and the straight bridge of the nose proved that Voldemort once had a nose.

The black-red eggshell shattered under his feet, and was twisted by mana into a black-red wizard robe, which was draped over his body.

The Dark Lord Tom Riddle, who looked almost sixteen years old, was standing in the center of the magic circle, as if he had returned to fifty years ago, when he was standing in the Slytherin chamber like this, facing Colossal statues of ancestors.

While observing the figure of Tom Riddle, Clark began to check his personal attributes after reincarnation through the system.

Name: Tom Riddle

Age: 67 years old

Race: Human/Basilisk

Attributes: Strength 11, Dexterity 11, Constitution 12, Intelligence 16, Perception 14, Charisma 17

Alignment: Evil Lawful

Divinity: Death (1)

Occupation: Wizard 6/Trickster 5

Status: blood vessel disorder (stable...)

Occupational Skills: Focus 61, Bluff 78, Arcane Knowledge 86, Spellcraft 73, Diplomacy 74, Gather Information 65, Sense Motive 70, Occlumency 75, Escape 62, Hide 77, Parseltongue 88, Intimidate 69

Talent template: master of soft food, villain died of talking too much, enemy of protagonist

Personal Specialties: Magic Genius, Mobile Casting, Combat Casting, Persuasion Expert, Spell Specialization (Necronomy), Magic Specialization (Illusion), Spell Familiarity, Mastery of Counterspell, Silent Spell

Legendary Feat: ? ? ?

Occupational characteristics: sneak attack, forced sneak attack, long-distance technique

Spell: Transforming...

Hmm... well, pretty standard crispy mage template.

Clark looked at Tom's level 5 trickster and nodded. It seems that his method of helping people change jobs is correct. Of course, Tom Riddle cannot only be a mere level 6 wizard.

Obviously, under his operation, some of the opponent's wizard professions have been converted into trickster professions.

However, it may be because Tom's wizard career level is too high, resulting in too deep infusion of chaotic magic power, or Clark's skills are not in place. Anyway, in the process of this kind of career conversion, part of his career level was lost.

"The speed of transformation is still too fast, it should be brewed for a while..."

Clark recalled the transformation process just now, kept the main points in his heart, and then shouted at Tom Riddle's back: "Tom...is that you?"

Tom Riddle didn't answer him, but raised his hands, first looked at his palms, then clenched his fists, feeling the real sense of power, and finally raised his head and let out a wanton laugh.

"Hehe-hehe-hahahahaha-"

The strange laughter reverberated in the dark secret room, and it looked extraordinarily weird. If it was a timid person, I'm afraid he would get sick from fright.

"This feeling... this feeling... is really wonderful!"

Tom Riddle took a deep breath of air, his first breath in more than 50 years, he felt that the air in this secret room was so sweet, he couldn't help but take a few more breaths.

At this time Clark said behind him again: "I have resurrected you according to the agreement, Tom, it is time for you to fulfill your agreement."

"Hehe—Clark—I should thank you very much."

Tom Riddle turned around and looked at Clark with a playful expression, "I will thank you very much, thank you for taking care of me during this time..."

"Your forehead!"

Clark pretended to be scared, and took a few steps back in fright. It turned out that there was a colorful crystal stone inlaid on Tom Riddle's forehead.

"Oh, you said this."

Tom stretched out his hand to caress the polyhedron protruding from the center of his eyebrows, and grinned up a little, his tone filled with uncontrollable complacency, "Thank you very much, for sending me a divine crystal in front of."

"Divine Crystal?!"

"Yeah, a treasure that you neglected, it seems to have brought me some kind of magical change, in order to repay you for taking care of me, I will thank you very much."

Tom Riddle's words sounded eccentric, very strange.

Clark subconsciously took a few steps back and moved a little further away from him, "No, we're just making a deal, you just need to fulfill your promise and help me..."

"Help you? I will indeed help you! Come on, let's start the first step of the ritual, dying."

Clark frowned slightly as he watched Tom walking towards him with a ferocious face.

It seems that because of the resurrection ceremony, the mental state of the other party seems a little unstable.

Could it be that there is still a problem with this magic circle? Or was his own soul incomplete, which caused this?

Clark secretly analyzed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he pretended to be scared.

"Slow down! Slow down! I thought about it for a while, and it's better to give up. In fact, there is nothing wrong with my aptitude."

His words didn't stop Tom, "No! No! No! How can you give up so easily? Come on, I promise it will be lighter, it will never hurt."

Clark only felt a chill all over his body, and he was a little suspicious of this hobby.

"That's enough, stop! I've always had the feeling there's something wrong with you," Clark yelled at him.

"late!"

Tom Riddle chuckled, his whole body turned into a shadow, and he rushed over from a place not far from Clark.

Clark quickly stretched out his hand and pushed, and a [Secondary Shock Wave] sent out, trying to knock the opponent into the air, but Tom Riddle's figure shook and disappeared immediately.

It's a phantom!

Clark recalled the panel data he saw just now. The other party's profession included conjurer, and his specialization in spells also included illusion.

It's just that this guy is worthy of being the Dark Lord, did he adapt to the new power system so quickly?

Clark quickly cheered up and raised his vigilance, but the next moment, a cold thing wrapped around his ankle.

Oops!

A majestic force came from the ankle, and Clark was instantly sent flying.

He had to continuously use several [Secondary Shockwaves] around him, using the reverse impact to stabilize his figure.

When he landed on the ground smoothly and turned around to look again, he realized that the thing that threw him away was the tail of the basilisk.

"Tom Riddle, what do you want!" Clark yelled at Tom who appeared not far away, and even he himself couldn't tell whether the one opposite was the real body or the phantom.

"What do you want?" Tom Riddle opened his hands innocently, "I just want to thank you very much!"

"You should be honored to present a tragic performance for my resurrection. This is something that many people dream of!"

Accompanied by his words, the blind basilisk struggled to hit Clark again.

Although he lost his eyes, snakes don't rely on that thing in hunting, so this guy's accuracy is still not bad.

But after all, Tom Riddle had extracted a large amount of flesh and blood essence, and both its strength and reaction speed had been reduced a lot.

Clark cast [Feel the Emotion], trying to find Tom Riddle's real body, while jumping and rolling to avoid the attack of the basilisk.

It's a pity that Tom Riddle, who has rich combat experience, didn't show any flaws. He used Occlumency to restrain his spirit and thinking early on, making Clark's abilities useless.

As the basilisk approached, it became more and more difficult for Clark to dodge. With the decrease in physical strength, some of his movements were a little deformed, and he passed the basilisk's body dangerously several times.

Under such circumstances, Tom Riddle sneered while admiring Clark's embarrassment, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time, Clark, you don't even know that when I looked at you before, How disgusting."

"It's really hard for you," Clark threw himself down, avoiding the sweep of the snake's tail, "But, Tom, are you sure you're not pregnant?"

Clark's coquettish words made Tom laugh back angrily, "Look, this is what I hate about you, you are always unwilling to do what I say."

"You didn't say what you want me to do." Clark dodged and hid behind the stone pillar.

The basilisk's thick tail hit the stone pillar, and immediately flesh and gravel flew together.

"Honestly, looking at you like this, I doubt that it would be Hagrid who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago." Clark's voice came from behind the stone pillar.

"Go around the stone pillar, kill him, kill that little boy!" Weird hissing voices came from all directions, and it was unclear where the speaker was.

Then, there was Riddle's sharp and piercing laughter.

"You guessed it right, it was actually me who opened the Chamber of Secrets and released the basilisk, and Hagrid was just my scapegoat.

That stupid big guy, clumsy, likes to cause trouble, and makes trouble every other week.

Raise werewolf pups under your bed, sneak off to wrestle trolls in the Forbidden Forest, or wrestle giant spiders in your closet.

How could this kind of brainless Gryffindor be the noble heir of Slytherin? "

Clark heard his triumphant voice, and couldn't help pouring cold water on him.

"In my opinion, your methods at that time were not very clever. It was just that you met a headmaster who was eager to shirk responsibility. At least I know that Dumbledore absolutely saw through you."

Because he was distracted from speaking, he couldn't dodge in time, his left shoulder was brushed by the body of the basilisk, and he immediately grinned in pain.

"Of course, Dumbledore, who was the Transfiguration teacher at the time, did think Hagrid was innocent.

He persuaded Dippet to keep Hagrid and trained him as a gamekeeper.

And since then, he has been watching me closely, very annoyingly. "

Riddle said casually.

"I know, it's not safe to open the Chamber of Secrets when I'm at school.

But I don't want to waste so many years of efforts to find the secret room, I decided to keep a diary to preserve the memory of that age in the pages.

So that someday, by luck, I may guide another in my footsteps, to the noble cause of Salazar Slytherin.

And that person, I had my eyes on you, but you failed my good intentions! "

"That's so sorry." Clark sarcastically released a [Shock] ability, which temporarily stopped the basilisk's actions and avoided its bite.

"But I think you old liar still haven't told the truth. What kind of memory can you regenerate into a complete person?"

Tom Riddle fell into silence, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Clark's reaction now was too calm, not as incompetent as he had shown before.

But before he could think about it, Clark said another sentence.

"Actually, I talked to Harry Potter about you before entering the Chamber of Secrets."

"Harry Potter? That famous savior, the child who defeated the Dark Lord, what did you talk to him about?" Tom was indeed attracted.

"Because of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and the monster attack incident, the school was panicked. At that time, Harry inadvertently showed the talent of Parseltongue, so the students all suspected that he was the heir of Slytherin..."

Before Clark finished speaking, Riddle flatly denied, "Impossible!"

"The heir of Slytherin can only be me, that Harry Potter...Harry Potter...he had contact with...could it be..."

Riddle's voice began to become blurred, and Clark didn't care. He said to himself while avoiding the basilisk.

"That's right, that's what I told him at the time. The descendants of Slytherin are the Gaunt family among the twenty-eight pure-blood wizard families..."

Clark's words paused, and he felt that when he said this term, there was a violent mental fluctuation in the surrounding shadows.

"According to the files of the Ministry of Magic, this family has already disappeared in the years, and even the last heir has died in Azkaban."

The irritable mental fluctuations began to subside gradually, like a dormant volcano, but the next moment, with Clark's next words, the volcano erupted again.

"However, I told Harry that there was a woman among the descendants of the Gaunt family who eloped with a Muggle around their house.

And when I said the Muggle's name, Harry told me that he had wiped a special contribution medal when he was in confinement, and that was what you got after catching Hagrid that year.

So, who would have thought that the descendant of the dignified Gaunt family, the heir of Slytherin, the famous Dark Lord Voldemort, turned out to be a half-blood wizard who inherited the name of his Muggle father.

You say so, Tom Riddle Jr.? "

The black evil thoughts condensed like water, burst like fire, and swept from all directions, instantly enveloping Clark and his words.