Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Hmm, where am I?"

Cold drops of water dripped on his face, Harry put his hands on his slightly drowsy forehead, and struggled to open his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there are the dark stalagmites above the head, and the half-covered snake-shaped door on the wall not far away.

Through the gap in the shutter door, Harry could vaguely hear a loud roar coming from behind the door.

It wasn't until then that he remembered that he went down to the secret room with Clark, Professor Lockhart and others, preparing to rescue Hermione and Neville, and at the same time catch the real culprit behind the monster attack so that Hogwarts could be dealt with. The great crisis of the

At this time, Lockhart, who was leaning against the trap door, also found Harry who had woken up.

"You finally woke up. This is outside the secret room. When you opened the trap door just now, you triggered the protective magic on the door. Fortunately, this thing is old and harmless. It was just a coma for a while."

Harry heard what Lockhart said, and then he remembered that when he opened the door with Parseltongue just now, two green rays of light seemed to shoot out of the eyes of the two snakes, one of which hit him, and the other together...

He looked back and found that Ron behind him was also waking up slowly. It seemed that the two of them were unlucky and became a pair of troubled brothers.

However, why are there only three of them here, Clark?

Harry asked, but Lockhart said worriedly while looking in the direction of the chamber of secrets nervously.

"Clark was worried about the safety of Hermione and Neville, and worried about you, so he asked me to stay here to take care of them, and went in to find out the situation first."

"Ah! Professor, how could you let him go alone." The impatient Harry quickly struggled to get up.

Ron worried about his cousin, too.

"Don't worry, with Clark's strength, there shouldn't be any problem." Lockhart explained, but in the eyes of Harry and Ron, this was a sign of cowardice.

The three of them opened the closed door and got in together. However, as soon as they stepped on the floor of the secret room, they saw a small figure floating in the dark waves not far away.

"Clark!"

Harry recognized him instantly, and let out a nervous cry.

The little figure followed the sound and waved at him, "Harry, don't worry, the basilisk is already blind,

And the man behind the scenes is that little Tom Riddle! "

Clark had just finished speaking, and Riddle, who was hiding in the dark, was already so angry that he controlled the basilisk to attack him.

Harry in the distance only had time to yell "Careful", and saw a dark green snake tail with a thick tree trunk thrown out of the black tide, and hit Clark heavily.

The thin air was immediately pumped, and with a loud bang, the small figure was like a thin fallen leaf, drawing a smooth curve under the vigorous blow.

Then, it fell into the gaping mouth of the Slytherin statue not far away.

"No!" Ron exclaimed sadly, almost fainting.

Harry and Lockhart even picked up their wands and released a few spells at the basilisk from a distance.

However, the basilisk just dived into the black tide, and the magic released by the two of them was like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any waves.

"Bastard." Harry was worried about Clark, who was uncertain about his life or death. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward, but the calm Lockhart held him back.

"Wait, you are not his opponent."

Lockhart looked solemnly at the Kuroshio not far away, as well as the basilisk that appeared and disappeared in it, and scolded Clark in his heart.

This little liar told himself that there was no danger, so what was it? Such a powerful wave of black magic, he has only seen it on a few terrifying old guys.

Lockhart's heart began to retreat. He was a flexible person, even if he left Harry and Ron now and ran away alone, he would not feel guilty.

But he, who is experienced, also knows that turning around and running away in this situation, exposing his back to the enemy, is also not a good choice.

It seemed that he could only take a step forward. Anyway, he didn't believe that that little liar, Clark, would die so easily.

And just when Lockhart was hesitating, the Kuroshio not far away changed again.

Under the vigilant eyes of the three, the Kuroshio surged and receded into the shadows like a sea wave.

A tall and thin handsome boy who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old walked out of the parting Kuroshio unhurriedly.

"Little Tom Riddle!"

Even if he didn't know the other party, Harry immediately guessed his identity and said through gritted teeth.

And hearing Harry's name, Tom Riddle, whose sensitive heart was stung, could no longer maintain the fake smile on his face.

His face and tone became cold, "Harry Potter, the famous savior!"

Riddle's eyes flicked to the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"I've waited a long time just for the chance to see you and talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about between us." Harry flatly refused, glancing at the statue vaguely.

"No, we have to talk!" Riddle also noticed Harry's action at this time, and said sarcastically, "You don't want to end up like that kid, do you?"

Lockhart was beside Harry, and persuaded in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Talk to him first, try to delay the time."

Harry nodded, and it took a lot of effort to keep his tone calm, "Why do you want to see me?"

"Oh, that's right, Harry," said Riddle, "Clark told me everything about you, your thrilling and fascinating past, and your Parseltongue not so long ago."

"I know, I have to get to know you more, talk to you, even meet you in person if possible. So I tricked that stupid guy Clark into doing it for me..."

"Clark is my friend!" Harry interrupted him, his voice trembling with anger, "You framed Hagrid fifty years ago, and now you're going to frame Clark again, aren't you?"

"Framed?" Riddle let out his shrill, maniacal laugh. "I admit, I framed that big fool, Hagrid, but not Clark."

"The poor little guy has been complaining to me about how bad his talent is, how brilliant and brilliant his classmate Harry Potter is.

Jealousy has eroded his heart, he desperately wants to change everything, but I just took advantage of his..."

Only halfway through Riddle's words did he realize that the three people standing across from him were all looking at him as if they were fools, so their voices gradually decreased.

"Bad talent? Jealous of Harry?" Lockhart's voice was full of amusement.

"Oh, we don't believe a word of your nonsense.

Everyone in Hogwarts, whether students or teachers, knew how good Clark was and how hard he worked.

You say he's jealous of Harry Potter, that's nonsense! "

Both Harry and Ron nodded frantically in cooperation. If Clark, who organized the "Hogwarts School Journal", planned the Hogwarts Dragon Farm, organized the Dueling Club, and won the first grade, is not good, then the whole Hogwarts, there are no more outstanding students.

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the three of them, Riddle felt for the first time that this matter was out of control.

It shouldn't be, that little bastard is obviously a very ordinary child, and the perception of Legilimency is very smooth...

No, how could a person who can make himself feel aggrieved be so ordinary? My first legilimency failed, it was the second time it worked...

Based on the reactions of Harry and the others, Riddle finally noticed something was wrong, and began to review the past contact with Clark.

And Harry saw the other party's face turning blue and white, thinking that Riddle had become angry because of the failure of the trick, and immediately said triumphantly.

"Don't waste your thoughts in vain. No one will be framed by your tricks, not only Clark and Hagrid, but even the people who were hurt by the basilisk you released will be fine."

The basilisk I unleashed? Obviously Clark did it!

Riddle was stunned for a moment, but quickly put the matter aside, not wanting to argue, since the other party would not believe him anyway, so why bother.

He looked at Harry and said softly, "Didn't I just say that? To me, opening the Chamber of Secrets, killing the Mudblood, and framing Hagrid are not important anymore. My new goal is always It's you - Potter!"

Harry stared at him in astonishment, wondering what he meant.

"I have a lot of questions for you, Harry Potter.

Like, how did a baby, without any particularly magical powers, defeat the greatest wizard of all time?

How could you have escaped unscathed and left with only a scar while Voldemort's powers were destroyed? "

There was a strange red light in Riddle's wolf-like eyes.

"Why do you care how I escaped?"

Harry remembered Lockhart's suggestion to delay the time just now, and asked in a deliberately drawn out voice, "What happened to Voldemort happened many years after your death, right?"

"Voldemort," Riddle said softly, like a dying old man recalling his youth, which was in great contrast to his youthful appearance.

"That's my past, my present, and my future, Harry Potter..."

He stretched out a slender and white finger, drew a few times on Ling Kongxu, and wrote three shiny names:

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Then he flipped his hand over, and the letters immediately switched positions automatically, and the originally shiny name suddenly billowed with black smoke and became:

i am voldemort

Ron on the side gasped when he saw this.

Although they had guessed most of Tom Riddle's life experience before, they did not expect that this was actually the Dark Lord when he was young.

Riddle was pleased with his reaction.

"See?" he said triumphantly, "I am Voldemort, and Voldemort is me."

"Tom Riddle is the name I used when I was a student at Hogwarts. Of course, how can I live my life with the name of my dirty Muggle father?

You know, in my veins is the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, passed down to me through his daughter!

Am I going to keep that disgusting generic Muggle name?

He abandoned me before I was born because he found out his wife was a witch!

So, Harry, I've come up with a new name for myself, one that someday all wizards won't be able to say easily.

By then, I will be the greatest wizard in the world! "

Harry's mind seemed to freeze.

He stared blankly at Riddle, he was just such a person, he was also a descendant of a wizard family, he was once an orphan whose parents died, and when he grew up, he actually killed his parents, and there were so many other people... …

Finally, Harry finally forced himself to speak.

"You're not." There was hatred in his calm voice.

"Not what?" Riddle asked sharply.

"You are not the greatest magician in the world!"

There was firmness in Harry's voice, and Lockhart gently tugged at his clothes, reminding him not to provoke him.

But Harry was unmoved, still speaking out of breath.

"Sorry to disappoint you. However, the greatest wizard in the world was Albus Dumbledore.

That's what everyone says, even at your strongest, you don't dare try to get your hands on Hogwarts.

What's more, now, he still scares you, no matter where you hide these days, you must be in fear. "

The smile on Riddle's face disappeared, replaced by a very ugly expression.

"I just used my wits to drive Dumbledore out of this castle!" he said through gritted teeth.

"You have a good idea, he didn't leave!"

Harry hoped that the lie would scare the Dark Lord, but having never studied with Lockhart, he was particularly clumsy at deceiving people.

Riddle opened his mouth, just about to mock, but suddenly froze there.

It turned out that a strange musical sound came from nowhere.

The voice is illusory and ethereal, ethereal and mysterious, just listening to the beginning makes one's heart surge and full of courage.

Harry felt his blood rushing up, and the hair on his scalp stood on end.

Ron clutched his chest, and with the music getting louder and louder, he felt his entire atrium swell to twice its original size.

Even Lockhart had a thought in his mind, maybe it's not impossible to fight this young Dark Lord.

Riddle turned around abruptly, looking at the empty secret room, trying to find the origin of the music.

At this moment, a golden-red flame burst out from the top of the nearest stone pillar.

The gorgeous flame was about as tall as a person, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and a big crimson bird gracefully flew out of the flame.