Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Actual combat is always the only way to improve combat capabilities.

Compared to what Neville and Hermione are facing now, the dueling club organized by Lockhart is like a joke.

The enemies rushing from all directions launched waves of attacks one after another, all of them fearless, without fear or cowardice, just like a real battlefield.

In this case, if you don't pay attention, you will be overwhelmed by the enemies coming one after another.

For Neville and Hermione, after experiencing this high-intensity combat mode, their combat awareness and abilities are rapidly improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Especially Neville, he was trapped in the sea of ​​undead all by himself, not only listening to six directions, but seeing all directions, and maintaining high-intensity vigilance at all times. It is also necessary to pay attention to saving physical strength, so that every time you swing the sword and every step you move, try to use the smallest amount of effort to produce the best effect.

Under such circumstances, the heavy pressure turned into a driving force to move forward, making his swordsmanship more concise and efficient.

Compared to his ease in the wave of undead, Lockhart, who was resisting the corpse of the basilisk head-on, was living like a year.

Our professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has changed from the idiot image he showed in the past. Whether it is the Transformation Curse, Obstacle Curse, or Explosion Curse, they all make a good appearance, and sometimes even show some special characters. , an eye-catching spellcasting skill.

It's just that even if his strength is higher than Neville's, when faced with the embarrassing situation with two oil bottles, he can only choose to face the corpse that the basilisk turned into.

It can only be said that it is a very stupid behavior for a wizard to choose to fight against a magical animal like the basilisk, and it is still transformed by it.

Although Fox was still there to help him share part of the pressure, the phoenix in the Harry Potter world itself was not a fully divine creature.

Compared with the real divine beast phoenix in the golden age, Dumbledore, a magical animal inherited from the family, is actually more inclined to assist and save life in terms of ability. The powerful attack ability is not what it is good at.

After all, for these guys with precious divinity, how to avoid being hunted and killed by people with ulterior motives in the long years is the most important thing.

Therefore, after confronting the Basilisk Infernal Corpse for a while, Lockhart had to shout to Clark in the distance: "I can't hold it anymore, Clark!"

Lockhart's words made Ron and Harry, who were hiding behind him, nervous,

And after Clark took time to look at Neville who was still fighting, he also felt that this battle had already achieved the effect of improving him and Hermione.

Yes, from the beginning to the end, this battle was just a means for Clark to train Neville and Hermione, and he didn't pay attention to the attack launched by Tom Riddle at all.

For him, the other party has been completely under his control since the moment he was resurrected.

Whether it is to use Tom Riddle's resurrection to test the transfer ceremony, or let him cast necromancy, and become a whetstone for Neville and Hermione to improve their combat capabilities, it is all in his plan.

What's more, even how the opponent failed and his final fate, Clark had already planned it out.

And the reality did develop as he planned.

"Don't worry, teacher, reinforcements have arrived."

"Reinforcements?!"

As if answering the doubts of Harry and Ron, a dull roar sounded in the secret room.

Everyone looked up, and saw a huge black figure flying out of the Slytherin's open mouth with a whoosh.

That is!

Harry's eyes widened.

It was a bit bigger than an off-road vehicle, covered in black jade-colored scales, slender, and a huge beast with bat wings.

"It's a dragon!" Ron groaned.

Yes, this is the pet of Clark's contract - Nobeta the pseudo-dragon.

When this fire dragon was young, it left a huge shadow on his mind, so even if it got bigger, he recognized it at a glance.

Because Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, the task of taking care of Norberta fell entirely in the hands of Clark, the school manager.

And before going down to the secret room, he had already used the key to open all the doors of the dragon raising venue.

After they entered the secret room, relying on the telepathy between the owner and the pet to determine the direction, Norbeta directly followed the sewage pipe at the bottom of the Black Lake and drilled all the way here.

As soon as the fire dragon, which was still in its infancy, flew out of the claustrophobic pipe, it immediately roared excitedly, and circled the ceiling several times.

The faint dragon prestige fell on Harry and the others, giving people a depressing feeling, as if the teacher suddenly told them that the exam would be tomorrow, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The appearance of Norberta also made Tom Riddle's heart flicker with warning signs.

But before he could move, the fire dragon flying in the air swooped down and opened its bloody mouth to the surrounding black mist.

"boom!"

Blazing flames spewed out from the dragon's mouth, even melting gold fossils.

Those thick negative energy black mist collided with this dragon flame, and they disappeared in an instant like snow under the scorching sun.

As Nobetta flew past, the black mist that had caused Clark and the others a headache was quickly swept away, leaving only some thin remnants still struggling.

Norbeta, who was in Xiaolu's hand, also changed his target, fluttered his wings, and rushed towards the Basilisk Yin Corpse that was attacking Lockhart not far away.

This time, the Basilisk Yin Corpse couldn't ignore it.

In other words, Tom Riddle, who controls the basilisk yin corpse, knows that compared to the petite phoenix, the larger fire dragon can really pose a threat to the basilisk yin corpse.

So when the fire dragon Nobeta stretched out his strong hind legs and was about to grab the back of the basilisk's neck, the other party had already turned its head and opened its mouth.

Its mouth opened so wide that it could swallow Neville next to him whole.

Not only that, but two fangs that were as long as Gryffindor swords were exposed from its mouth. The thin fangs shone with a cold light, and they were entangled with black corpse gas, which looked very vicious.

After all, Norbeta was also the first to confront such a large beast. She had no experience yet, and was taken aback by the opponent's reaction. She flapped her wings subconsciously and avoided the basilisk's blow.

It's just that the Yin Corpse is just a Yin Corpse after all, even if it is controlled by someone, it is far behind Norbeta in terms of reaction speed and flexibility.

Norbeta soon discovered this too. As a vengeful female dragon, she became angry with the behavior of avoiding just now, so she vented all her grievances on the basilisk Yin Corpse, and vomited on the other party. Several saliva.

It's just that it's different from others, the saliva is hot.

The orange fireball fell on the basilisk corpse, instantly igniting the fat on the corpse, turning it into a huge pillar of fire, rolling desperately on the ground.

The Basilisk Yin Corpse still wanted to struggle, opened its mouth wide, and sprayed a black mist full of death energy at the flames on its body, but this behavior had no effect.

When Gunanobetta signed the contract with Clark, he took the opportunity to refine his blood, and now he is a pseudo-dragon.

Unlike those dragon beasts in the Harry Potter world, her dragon breath has magical elements.

This kind of magical dragon breath is not so easy to be extinguished at all.

It's just that he can't do anything, Tom Riddle is also very decisive and decisive, and instantly uses another high-level necromancy spell on his basilisk corpse - [Flesh Explosion]!

This is a spell that uses the flesh and blood of corpses as raw materials to imitate the natural phenomenon of whale explosion, so that it can cause explosion damage.

Under the effect of the spell, the corpse of the basilisk instantly swelled up and became bulging.

Harry and the others were still curious. The next moment, there was a loud "bang", and the body of the basilisk exploded to pieces.

It seemed as if there was a heavy rain in the secret room, and the stench of blood poured down on Harry and the others.

The large pieces of snake meat were still burning with dragon flames, flying around like fire bombs. ??

Lockhart hastily cast the blocking spell, frantically resisting these things.

However, at this moment, Harry who was hiding behind him let out a cry of pain.

"Ah~"

Lockhart hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw Harry covering his ankles with his hands, and fell to the ground. ??

"Something bit me just now." Harry said to Lockhart in a panic.

As he spoke, he took his palm away, only to see two round small teeth marks at Harry's ankles, with black dirty blood flowing out.

With this color of blood, one can tell at a glance that he was bitten by some kind of poison.

Ron quickly knelt down to support him, while Neville held the sword in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

Lockhart squatted in front of Harry, pointing his wand at the wound on his ankle, chanting a healing spell that he was not very familiar with.

Under the faint white light, Harry didn't feel better, he just felt that severe pain was slowly and continuously spreading from his wound to his whole body.

In the eyes of the people around, the wound on Harry's ankle was covered with dark green lines, like a dense network, spreading towards the surroundings.

After the severe pain, Harry couldn't feel anything, he couldn't even feel the pain at the wound.

He only felt that his vision had begun to blur, and the ceiling above his head gradually melted into a mass of rapidly swirling dim colors.

"Harry, Harry, don't sleep!" He heard Ron's voice, "Clark will be here soon, he must have something to do."

Suddenly, a golden-red spot lightly passed before his eyes, and Harry heard the light scratching sound of claws coming from beside him.

It was Dumbledore's phoenix, and Harry felt the bird's beautiful head sticking to the place where his fangs had stung him.

"You are dead, Harry Potter." Tom Riddle's voice came from not far away.

Because the black mist was dispelled by the fire dragon Nobeta, he could no longer hide, but in his opinion, Harry Potter's life was at stake, and his goal was achieved.

Yes, from the very beginning, his goal was Harry Potter.

There is no special reason, no mysterious truth, just a feeling in the dark.

Perhaps because of the fateful entanglement between [The Enemy of the Protagonist] and the [Protagonist of Destiny], Tom Riddle felt that the absence of Harry was very important to him.

So he drove the basilisk and the corpse of the basilisk, cast high-level necromancy, and attacked everyone without discrimination, just to do this to Harry.

"You're dying, and even Dumbledore's bird knows that. Do you see what it's doing, Potter? It's crying."

Accompanied by echoing footsteps, Riddle stood in the shadow of a stone pillar not far away, and there was a trace of teasing in his voice, which sounded very smug.

Ron and Neville glared at him, while Lockhart was sweating profusely maintaining his healing spells, but that was just a drop in the bucket.

Harry blinked his eyes, and in the blurred vision, the head of the Phoenix Fawkes was moving away and approaching, with large pearl-like teardrops rolling down its lustrous golden-red feathers.

"By the way, Clark, won't you come down to see your friend for the last time?" Riddle had a sarcastic smile on his face, his white teeth shining brightly in the shadows.

Clark stood on the Slytherin statue and looked down at each other, "Tom Riddle, in my eyes, you have always been a failure."

His words made Riddle's forehead tingle with blue veins, but seeing that words couldn't move Clark, he turned his target to Harry again.

"It's so pitiful. It seems that your friend doesn't seem to intend to come down to take risks for you."

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but the numb tongue kept him from uttering a word.

"Stop struggling, Potter, and taste this late death slowly. I will complete the task of my predecessor and watch you die with my own eyes."

"Harry Potter. Take it easy, I have plenty of time."

Harry shut his mouth in resignation, he felt drowsy, everything around him seemed to be spinning.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron was still yelling at him, but the voice seemed to be coming from far away.

"This is the end of the famous Harry Potter," Riddle's voice became more and more cheerful, "lying sadly in the Chamber of Secrets, abandoned by his best friends. He challenged the Dark Lord beyond his control, and finally defeated by the Dark Lord..."

It seemed that because Harry's life was gradually dying, Riddle only felt a wonderful feeling of great relief and freedom, spreading from his soul from inside to outside.

That feeling was like the fish returned to the sea, the birds flew into the sky, all the shackles were about to leave him, and he was about to break free from the shackles of fate.

Yes, with the help of this rare opportunity, Tom Riddle even felt a little bit of the power of fate.

He suddenly understood that once he completely got rid of this invisible bondage, his life would completely enter a new chapter.

It's just... In addition to the bond between him and Harry Potter, there seemed to be an invisible thread that entangled him with another person.

Tom Riddle raised his head, followed the secret induction of fate, and looked at a pair of eyes full of wisdom, which seemed to penetrate everything and grasp everything.

That is, Clark Prewett!