Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

There is no way to fight back!

This was Clark's first impression after seeing Dumbledore cast a spell.

No way, even if he defeated the Dark Lord's conspiracy twice and played with the young Tom Riddle in his hands, Clark was full of powerlessness when facing Dumbledore who was holding the old wand.

Compared with the flawed Dark Lord's remnant soul, which has a partial strength system, Dumbledore can be said to be a flawless hexagonal spellcaster.

He has rich combat experience, sufficient magic power, fast casting speed, and powerful enough magic. The only shortcoming, perhaps, is the slowly increasing age and aging body with the passage of time.

But even if he is a little older, seeing how relaxed Dumbledore was when he cast the spell just now, it is not something Clark, who is only level 6, can handle.

If Dumbledore's strength is converted into the professional level of the DND world, he is definitely a level 20 legendary wizard.

Perhaps the only good news is that, because of Clark's plan and under Hermione's control, Tom Riddle took the blame for the Basilisk attack.

In this way, Clark does not have to confront Dumbledore for the time being.

"Okay," Dumbledore looked at Tom Riddle, who was immobile in the space amber, "the culprit has been caught, and the crisis at Hogwarts has been resolved."

The imprisoned Riddle blinked at him, eyes full of anger.

But Dumbledore didn't care about this, and just said to Clark beside him, "Mr. Prewett, at this time, you should stay on the bed in the Gryffindor dormitory."

It seemed that even though Tom Riddle took all the responsibilities, this wise old wizard did not fully trust him.

In other words, Clark's previous performance was too good, so good that Dumbledore raised his vigilance against him, so that whenever a problem occurred, he would subconsciously think about Clark's role in this matter. what kind of role.

After all, the image Clark gave Dumbledore was a smart, calm, and pursuing the best interests. Taking risks because of the so-called justice is not in line with his personality.

Fortunately, Clark had already thought of this.

"Principal, this guy controls a big snake and took Neville and Hermione away..."

Standing on the back of Norbert the Charmander, he began to tell Dumbledore the edited and edited story.

Of course, during this process, his Occlumency was also running synchronously, after all Dumbledore's blue eyes were still looking at him.

He talked for about a quarter of an hour, and Dumbledore listened very attentively. There was no sound around, only the basilisk skeleton on the surface of the Black Lake was crackling by the dragon flames.

"Very well," Dumbledore smiled faintly at Clark as he paused, firelight flashing across his half-moon glasses, "Clark, you have shown the courage of a Gryffindor, perhaps Lanffindor will add a lot of points for this, and even a special contribution award is not out of the question."

His tone became much gentler, "But the most important thing right now is to let Fox lead your friends out of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets."

As he said that, Dumbledore was about to summon his pet Fawkes, but the next moment, Tom Riddle, who was originally imprisoned by him under the Impeding Curse, made a new noise.

"Do it!"

Following Clark's order to Hermione, a rich blood-red light appeared from the immobile young Dark Lord.

Burned by these thick, blood-like rays of light, the space crystals that originally imprisoned Tom Riddle began to gradually melt.

Dumbledore frowned. He could see that Tom Riddle was performing some kind of flesh magic to ignite his own life potential in exchange for more powerful power.

It's just that the source of flesh and blood consumed by this kind of magic is generally irreparable.

Dumbledore didn't take it to heart either. He had never seen anything before, so how could he be afraid of the enemy desperately.

So he stretched out his wand and pointed it at Tom Riddle, began to output magic power, and continued to use the obstacle spell to strengthen the space around the opponent's body.

It's a pity that as smart as Dumbledore, he didn't expect that it was Hermione who controlled Tom Riddle's body at this moment.

As the saying goes, Tian doesn't feel bad for selling his father, why should she care about Tom Riddle's body.

Therefore, Hermione directly controlled Riddle, igniting all his body and even his soul with that blood flame, increasing the output of this flesh and blood magic in an instant.

Originally there was only a thin layer of blood-red light, but it swelled instantly, as if a gunpowder barrel was ignited, gorgeous fireworks detonated and exploded, and that layer of space crystallization was instantly shattered like paper.

When Dumbledore noticed the anomaly, it was already too late. He could only reach out and grab Clark's shoulders, and together with the fire dragon Nobeta, he apparated into the distance.

The blood-red fireball swelled into a huge ball, and the deafening roar penetrated all the way into the castle, surprising the already nervous students.

Inside the fireball, Tom Riddle, who had been resurrected for less than two hours, had already been used as fuel for the flesh magic, and his body was completely burned.

Not only that, even his soul was sacrificed 70% to 80%, leaving only a blood-red crystal left where it was.

The expanding fireball has begun to weaken and shrink due to the disappearance of fuel.

Hermione hastily controlled the remaining Psicrystal crystal, and devoured the last remnant of Tom Riddle's soul, as well as the trace of death divinity in him.

Then, with the help of the remaining power of flesh and blood magic, the psicrystal sprayed out like a bullet, turning into a blood-red meteor, breaking through the magic barrier of Hogwarts in an instant.

When Dumbledore took Clark and Nobetta to a safe place and turned around.

He could only watch the blood-red crystal disappear into the night sky, leaving only a slender blood-red tail flame.

"Professor, isn't this chasing?" Clark looked at Dumbledore and asked.

"No."

Dumbledore looked at Tom Riddle, who had fled to nowhere. He was no longer in the mood to question Clark, and sighed helplessly. After arranging for Nobeta, he took Clark back to the castle.

On the other side, it is located in a secret room under the castle.

After Hermione manipulated the psicrystal to devour Tom Riddle's remnant soul and escaped to heaven, she didn't fly very far.

She just controlled the psicrystal to restrain the flames on her body, turned into an ordinary dark red stone, fell into the woods not far away, and was given by the house elf of the Prewett family who had been waiting there for a long time. Received in the bag.

After everything was arranged properly, Hermione's consciousness returned to her body.

At this time, Harry and the others outside the cave had recovered, and Hermione didn't dare to delay. After cleaning up the traces on the ground, she hurriedly climbed out of the statue and joined them.

"Hey, Hermione, I thought you were chasing after Clark." Ron greeted her.

"No," said Hermione, "the dragon was too small to carry two people, so he put me down again."

At this time, Lockhart on the side seemed to have returned to normal, and said with a smile.

"Aha, what a great adventure tonight, so, did we beat You-Know-Who? I think I'll have to put that in my new book."

He was still bragging about himself, but Harry scanned the Chamber of Secrets.

"Have you ever thought about how we can get back to the ground from this secret room?" He asked Hermione and the others.

Ron and Neville shook their heads, but Hermione looked at the Phoenix Fawkes flying towards Harry, "Maybe it can help us get out of here."

"it?"

Harry watched the big bird, which was flapping its wings in front of him now, its bright eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

"Can it do it?"

Harry looked at it hesitantly, this attitude seemed to make Phoenix Fox very angry, he pecked the back of his hand a few times in dissatisfaction, and then waved the long golden feather behind the tail in front of him.

"It seems like it wants you to catch it..." Ron said uncertainly, "but you're too heavy for a bird to pull you up."

Fortunately, Harry is a man, otherwise Ron's words would have been very lethal.

"It's not an ordinary bird, Ron." Hermione's role was revealed at this moment, "It's a phoenix, a magical animal of XXXX level!"

"According to records, the singing of the phoenix has magical powers, and tears can heal many injuries.

Not only that, but they can also use special teleportation spells to reach anywhere, and they are so powerful that they can carry cargo dozens of times their weight. "

Hermione's praise greatly benefited Phoenix Fawkes, so he chirped twice with joy, and waggled the golden feather behind his tail again.

After hearing Hermione's words, Harry also reacted at this time.

He turned quickly to the others. "We've got to grab one by one and let it take us out."

"Ron, you grab Neville's hand, Professor Lockhart—"

"I'll be last." Lockhart said proactively.

"Okay, then Hermione, grab Neville's other hand."

Harry and Neville tucked the sword and the Sorting Hat into their belts, Ron grabbed Harry's left hand, and Harry reached for the surprisingly hot feathers on Fox's tail.

The five of them held hands and formed a string, and a strange sense of relaxation quickly swept over their bodies.

Then, with a whoosh, the light and shadow in front of their eyes stretched into long strips, as if they had entered some kind of long tunnel.

Before they could react, everyone found themselves outside Professor McGonagall's office.

"Phew, this is much more comfortable for Floo fans!" Ron couldn't help but praise.

Harry let go of Fox's tail feathers, knocked lightly on the door, and pushed it open.

In the orange office, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Clark, who were talking, happened to turn around at this time.

Harry and the others stood at the door, their bodies covered in mud and slime, and Neville's robes were still stained with blood.

For a while, there was silence all around.

Suddenly, a cry——

"Neville!"

It was Mrs. Longbottom, Neville's grandmother, who had been sitting by the fire just now, her eyes were red as if she had just cried.

Seeing her beloved grandson, she stood up tremblingly. Neville hurried over, stretched out his arms, put his arms around his grandma, and patted her back to comfort her.

Harry looked past them and into the room.

Professor Dumbledore stood in front of the mantelpiece with a smile on his face. Next to him was Professor McGonagall, clutching her chest with her hands and gasping for air, while Clark nodded at them.

Fawkes whizzed past Harry's ear and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

At this moment, Harry noticed Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom, walking in front of him and holding him tightly in her arms.

"You saved him! You saved him! Thank you so much!"

Harry's face was flushed red. To be honest, he wanted to save Neville, but in the end, it was Neville who saved his life.

At this time, Dumbledore suddenly said: "Although Clark told me roughly what happened, I am still very curious, how did you do it?"

Hearing this, Clark still had a smile on his face.

Professor McGonagall said weakly, "That's what we all want to know."

Mrs. Longbottom let go of Harry. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the desk and put the Sorting Hat on the table.

Hermione and Neville looked at each other, followed his example, and put the ruby-studded Gryffindor sword and Riddle's diary on the table together.

Then Harry began to tell them exactly what had happened.

From when he heard that ghostly voice to when Clark told him about the past of the Gaunt family.

From Ron discovering Tom Riddle's medal, to Hermione guessing the truth about Hagrid's injustice fifty years ago.

Harry's stories are ups and downs, and the secret information involved is even more eye-opening.

He said that because of Hagrid's reminder, he and Ron followed the spider into the Forbidden Forest, and Aragog told them about the monster in the Chamber of Secrets and where the last victim was killed.

Harry also said that Clark had tried his best based on the information they provided, and finally realized that he heard the sound of a basilisk lurking in the water pipe.

Then they guessed that Moaning Myrtle was probably the victim, and that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets might be hidden in her bathroom...

"Fine." When Harry paused, Professor McGonagall encouraged him to continue.

"So you found out where the entrance was—and, I might add, you broke more than a hundred school rules along the way—but how on earth did you escape from there, Potter?"

"Actually, all of this depends on Clark." He glanced at Clark gratefully. "In the whole adventure, my role is actually not that big."

Then, Harry continued in his voice hoarse from talking nonstop.