Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"This guy, alive again???"

Ron looked nervously at the basilisk that raised its head again, and hid itself behind Neville.

It's just that in front of such a huge monster, no matter how he moves and hides, he can't avoid the green eyes.

On the huge triangular head, the two blind eyes that were originally gray and white have already ignited green phosphorous fire at this moment, burning the basilisk's eyeballs crackling.

Under the gaze of the emerald green flame pupils, the full of malice wrapped around their bodies like countless cold octopus tentacles, making people shudder.

Lockhart swallowed, the nails holding the wand turned white, "No, it didn't come to life, it's an infernal corpse!"

"The corpse is..."

Before Harry finished asking the question, the basilisk had already rammed its head towards them with the sound of howling wind.

This time, it seemed that the horn of attack was sounded, and the skeletons and undead surrounding them also launched a charge together.

"careful!"

Neville only had time to remind him before rushing up to the basilisk's body with his sword in hand.

This time, he did not choose to use [Giant Enlargement] to face the basilisk head-on.

Although he didn't know what the infernal corpse Lockhart was talking about, his intuition as a warrior told him that it was not a wise choice to confront this monster head-on.

The 12-year-old boy is as flexible as a monkey at this moment. The Gryffindor sword is flipping and dancing in his hand, like a sharp bone-eviscerating knife. When passing by the basilisk, it can easily pierce through the scales and cut muscle.

Only this time, his attack was useless.

The basilisk did not dodge or dodge, and still rushed towards Harry, even though Neville left wounds on its body, the dark green stinky blood flowed all over the ground.

Tom Riddle, who controlled the basilisk corpse, knew that it would be unwise to entangle with a melee character like Neville.

Although he has never learned the Chinese allusion of "surrounding Wei and saving Zhao", his rich combat experience and cunning mind still prompted him to do so.

The phoenix Fox standing on Harry's shoulder was also enraged instantly when facing the rushing basilisk.

As a symbol of vitality,

Phoenix itself loathes undead creatures.

In addition, it was transformed from the basilisk it hates the most. When it saw this enemy rushing towards it, it let out a long cry, flapped its wings, and shot towards the basilisk.

It's just the same as Neville's attack just now. As a corpse, the basilisk has no emotion and no pain. Even if it is pecked by the phoenix and its head is full of blood holes, it doesn't care.

In the end, the basilisk broke through the double interception, bit directly on Harry who was standing there stupidly, and shook his head vigorously a few times.

"No~"

Ron, who hid aside, saw his friend in such a miserable state, he let out a mournful cry, and almost fell to his knees on the ground.

It's just that the next moment, what fell out of the basilisk's opened mouth was not Harry's flesh and blood, but a tattered wizard robe covered in saliva.

"What?"

This sudden change made Tom Riddle, who was hiding in the dark, frown.

The basilisk just now bit a piece of clothing that had been transfigured!

"As long as I'm still a teacher, you don't want to hurt the students in front of me." Lockhart who faced the basilisk said so.

After taking off his robe, he revealed the dark green dragonskin vest he was wearing inside. His smooth and shiny hair was tied behind his head, revealing a bright forehead, which echoed his snow-white teeth.

At this moment, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts looked so resolute and capable, sweeping away the idiot state he had shown before.

"professor……"

Standing behind Lockhart, Harry cried out in a complicated mood. He never thought that one day, this professor whom he despised would save him.

Yes, just now it was Lockhart who used a beautiful transfiguration spell to turn his high-end wizard robe into Harry, which made Li Daitao stiff and saved his student.

And then, Lockhart's performance made Harry and Ron change their views on him.

I saw Lockhart skillfully waving his wand, and the blocking spell he used directly blocked a charged impact of the basilisk.

This proves that the spells he used before did not rely on so-called luck, but pure strength.

At this time the other side.

Neville, who returned to aid, added a long and narrow wound to the back half of the basilisk's body, and the Phoenix Fox also stretched out a pair of sharp claws, leaving several deep marks on the back of its head.

But what use is this to a corpse?

"useless!"

While resisting the attack of the basilisk, Lockhart did not forget to popularize the knowledge of black magic to his students, "Inferi is a corpse that is summoned and controlled by black magic. It is itself dead, and conventional attacks are simply No effect."

It is said that those who are stupid are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying. The basilisk itself is already dead. Snakes are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death.

"Then what should we do?" Neville shouted, and at the same time, he raised his long sword, blocking the tail of the basilisk's sweeping attack. His whole body was knocked out like a bowling ball, smashing several undead skeletons.

These monsters summoned by Tom Riddle at the same time, although the bones were too brittle, did not pose much threat, but they also involved a lot of energy.

"Yin corpses are afraid of light and fire, so use fire to attack!"

Although Clark and Lockhart were hundreds of meters apart, they said these words almost at the same time.

"let me."

Upon hearing this, Hermione immediately opened the magic book, preparing to cast a powerful evocation fire magic to finish off the basilisk.

But before she could cast the spell, Clark suddenly hugged her and jumped off the statue.

As soon as the two left, the next moment, the dark red beam had landed on the chin of the Slytherin statue, blowing it into pieces.

Tom Riddle struck again, and this time, it was a sneak attack.

It seemed that after the basilisk ghost entangled Neville and the others, he was also ready to take care of the troublesome Clarks himself.

With one arm around Hermione's slender waist, Clarke grabbed the raised line of the statue with one hand, shook his body vigorously, and then led Hermione to jump onto the outstretched palm of the Slytherin statue.

However, the next moment, several undead animals made of skeletons jumped up with great agility and surrounded them.

With a wave of Clark's hand, the [Secondary Shock Wave] spewed out, like a giant hammer, smashing the skeletal fox that rushed forward.

It's just that after a few skeletal undead were eliminated, some new skeletal undead jumped up.

"No, these skeletons are simply inexhaustible."

Hermione yelled at Clark's back, and at the same time raised her hand to do a 0-ring trick [Frost Ray], freezing a skeleton mouse that was about to rush to her feet into ice.

Because of being harassed by these constant enemies, the [Focus] skill only had 33 points, so she couldn't use the powerful evocation spells in battle.

And Clark, who was standing with her, had no better solution.

His main occupation is [Psionic Warlock] who is good at mind control, and those psychic powers are not very effective for dead souls who have died, have no emotions and desires, and only have pure malice and unwillingness.

Although he could also rely on the legendary skill [Knowledge is Power] to exchange his experience points for powerful offensive spells from other departments, but he had already used up all his experience points when he changed Neville's job just now.

Besides, there were countless corpses in this secret room, and his and Hermione's magic and psionic abilities were limited, blindly using powerful spells was not a good choice.

Compared to the two of them as spellcasters, Neville, a melee professional, was in a better situation.

When Clark was killing the undead skeletons, he took the time to glance down.

In the wave of skeletons and undead, Neville holding the sword of Gryffindor seemed to be a hard rock. Countless undead rushed towards him, but they smashed into powder on the edge of his dancing sword.

It's just that although he can easily deal with these little guys with dull reactions, the continuous undead and the fearless basilisk corpse also make it difficult for him to make progress in his offensive.

No matter how many bones are chopped up, no matter how much meat is cut from the basilisk, it is just a drop in the bucket. Not to mention, he and Lockhart had to bring Harry and Ron, two oil bottles.

Facing the endless and fearless undead army like this, Clark and the others were dragged into a desperate situation in an instant. With just a black magic, Tom Riddle could be said to have turned the tables in an instant.

"Clark, I'm out of magic power." Hermione leaned on Clark's back and whispered to him.

Even with the least costly 0-ring trick, repeated so many times, the magic power stored in the magic book is almost bottomed out.

Clark didn't speak, just pressed his left hand on her magic book.

[Ding, you have converted 100 points of magic power, and this conversion consumes 10 points of experience. 】

After replenishing the mana, Hermione continued to shout while casting the spell.

"No way, Clark, if we continue like this, we will always run out of energy, so we have to find a way. Does that Tom Riddle have so much magic power?"

Clark stomped on a skeletal mouse that jumped up to pieces, "This level of undead spells should be cast by him using that trace of death divinity."

While analyzing, he gave Hermione a hand to help her escape a gray beam of light that shot out from the shadows.

"Don't worry, it's impossible to use this kind of power without paying a price. That guy is definitely not feeling well now. Besides, I still have a backup. This situation seems dangerous now, but it's just my training for you. You just Use spells well and be familiar with your professional abilities."

After Clark said this, Hermione stopped talking, cheered up, put aside all messy thoughts, and focused on how to deal with the enemy.

Not to mention, as the number of undead she eliminated increased, she became more and more proficient at [Mage]'s ability to cast spells.

Regardless of the huge number, these undead skeletons can be said to be the best sparring partners.

Their damage is not high, their bodies are also very fragile, their skin is thin and their attack speed is not bad, so they are a perfect living target.

Hermione kept adjusting her spell-casting movements, as well as the method of transforming magic power, as well as the output power of magic power, trying to cast a spell with just the right amount of power in the simplest and most labor-saving posture.

This feeling was something she couldn't understand when she was a wizard.

If I had to make an analogy, it would be the difference between using a calculator and calculating by hand.

The former can automatically get the result with a few clicks, which is convenient and quick, saving time and effort.

The latter writes, writes and draws pictures, which is both troublesome and complicated, and there is a risk of making a mistake and repeating the calculation.

But for Hermione, who is a smart person, this kind of hands-on and brain-based calculation method is her favorite.

List all the steps and ways of thinking of solving the problem, deeply understand the principle and logic of the problem, fully grasp it and draw inferences from one instance, and even push forward the old to bring forth the new. This is the joy of learning as a master.

Fire, light, lightning, ice, sound waves...

Mechanics, optics, electricity, chemistry, mathematics...

Magic and science were intertwined and brewing in Hermione's heart.

The scientific knowledge she learned in the Muggle world before, and the mysterious events she experienced at Hogwarts in the past two years, accompanied by every spellcasting, every mobilization of energy, and every change of magic power, Organically blended together.

"The so-called resonance refers to the phenomenon that the amplitude of the system increases significantly when the excited frequency of the mechanical system is close to a certain natural frequency of the system.

In the case of similar frequencies, the sound of uniform footsteps can cause a solid bridge to collapse.

And by adjusting the output power of the magic power, you can control the sound wave size of [Horitz Cowler's Roar]. As long as you try a few more times and master the resonant frequency of the target itself, you can resonate with the sound wave while reducing the consumption of spells, causing more damage. "

Hermione was muttering words, and the sonic magic she cast was even more timeless.

In this kind of repeated research and experimentation, some of the effects are very brilliant, and naturally some of them are very effective. Several times, it was Clark who helped her solve the dilemma of spell failure.

Finally, after many attempts, Hermione cast a spell, and a group of skeletal undead pounced on them. The bones creaked amidst the buzzing sound, and all of them turned into fingernail-sized ghosts. debris.

Although the third ring's evocation-type sound wave magic [resonance technique] can also produce the same effect, and it is more powerful. But now Hermione relied on scientific and magical knowledge, and also used the first-ring spells, showing part of the power of the third-ring spells.

Knowledge is power, learning can make you stronger, transform wisdom into force, let the mind guide the mystery, pursue the power of rules, and experience the authority of the gods. It was not until this moment that Hermione truly realized the charm of the arcane mage.

The magic power like arms and fingers is moving under the control of her will, as if it has turned into the most beautiful notes and the most harmonious melody in the world.

Everything is so beautiful, and she no longer has the anxiety and powerlessness of rote memorization when learning wizard spells.

Perhaps this image of the spellcaster is in line with what she imagined in her heart when she received the Hogwarts notice.

Praise Offa!