Malfoy looked behind him and his heart skipped a beat.
Pan Xi!
Why is she here?
"Lord Black Devil King, you misunderstood. She is also a pureblood. She is from the Parkinson family, definitely a pureblood. She is also my girlfriend. She is absolutely loyal." Malfoy said hurriedly.
He gave Pan Xi a look, as if he wanted her to come over and pledge her loyalty.
Pan Xi just looked at them numbly.
"Oh, little Draco, you are a little naive." Riddle laughed. "Compared to your eyes and my basilisk nose, the latter is still more accurate."
"She is definitely a mudblood." Riddle raised his hand and cast a magic spell. Malfoy's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, but he could not block it. He was slightly relieved that the magic spell was not green. He could only pray that his training was effective.
"Your performance just now was not bad. Let's do it again!" He thought of Pan Xi's performance in the lounge just now.
"Armor Protect Me!" Hermione subconsciously blocked it, but it was completely useless. The spell actually only paused for a short while before it broke through the invisible barrier.
"Did you see that?" Riddle laughed. "Compound Decoction? I have to say, even if you are a mudblood, it is indeed not bad for a second-year student to be able to brew such a decoction. "
"That's why you can die after receiving my praise. You're the first piece of mud to receive my praise." Liddell raised his wand again. This time, he was probably going to cast a death curse.
Malfoy at the side seemed to have been petrified and could not speak. He saw Pan Xi's face gradually turning into Hermione's. She stood there with a pale face, her face was filled with anger and despair.
All of Pan Xi's abnormalities just now made sense.
"What happened to the butterfly effect?" Malfoy roared in his heart and quickly thought of a countermeasure. He completely did not expect the story to progress like this.
… ….
"Lord Black Devil King!"
Hermione, who was hiding behind the pillar, was so shocked that she almost jumped up.
"Dragon's blood …"
Hermione thought of the dragon's blood that Malfoy threatened them to get in their first year.
"My father didn't want to believe that you were already dead. He firmly believed that the Black Devil King couldn't possibly die. You are an omnipotent god. A body won't stop your footsteps."
"That's why he chose to temporarily return to the Sorcerer Society to lay the foundation for your comeback. I believe you already know from Lockhart's mind that our family is very wealthy. We can definitely serve you like a dog or horse."
"So please forgive him for his betrayal."
"It turns out that he has always been loyal to the mysterious man. The father and son actually resurrected the mysterious man." Hermione felt that her previous thoughts were a bit ridiculous. She actually wanted to protect a little Death Eater and even had some strange feelings for him. She even felt guilty.
"But why does my heart hurt so much?" Hermione felt as if her heart was being cut by a blunt knife. Blood flowed out, but it was not immediately fatal.
"Was that day in Hogsmeade a fake? Are all the reminders on the note fake? "She asked herself aloud in her heart.
"Yes," she said to herself. "He probably just wants to play with the feelings of a Muggle Sorcerer. That's why he did this to me."
"As for the reminders, he probably wants us to die in person and be killed by the mysterious man at the last stage." Don't underestimate anyone's imagination. Hermione was now a little crazy, but it had to be said that her thoughts were quite reasonable.
She forced herself to calm down. She had heard so many secrets. She wanted to leave here alive and tell Headmaster Dumbledore. As for Malfoy, she didn't want to think about it anymore. The school could do whatever they wanted with him.
Poor Hermione's love was at most planted and sprouted, but it was unintentionally and cruelly uprooted by someone.
"You seem to have brought in a tail, and a dirty mudblood."
But now that she had been discovered, she would probably die in the next second.
"Oh." Riddle laughed again and said to Malfoy, "Look at this mudblood. What is she going to do?"
Hermione grasped the few letters in her arms and threw them into the air.
It was ineffective.
"I just praised you for being smart. Why are you so stupid now?" Riddle mocked. "Magic items are ineffective. The anti-cheating spell these teachers invented is quite effective." He praised the spell, which made Hermione's heart turn cold.
"Oh, it seems like you're going to turn into a rooster?" Riddle laughed even more happily. He crossed his arms and looked at Hermione as if she was a clown. He didn't intend to stop her at all.
It was ineffective.
Hermione felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. The bone-chilling cold seeped into every corner of her body.
She was going to die.
"Look at you. You seem to think that everything is fine now that you've dealt with the basilisk?" Riddle's lips curled into a faint sneer.
"If my loyal servant hadn't offered me the dragon's blood, perhaps I wouldn't have been a threat. But it's different now." Riddle looked at his hands with infatuation. "Now my body is close to perfection."
"It's more than enough to deal with a mudblood like you." He raised his wand again, like a cat that was tired of playing with a mouse. When it sensed that the mouse was terrified to the extreme, it felt bored and was ready to eat it in one bite.
"Dark Devil King, wait." Malfoy spoke up to stop him.
"Hmm?" Riddle's smile disappeared. He frowned and looked at Malfoy suspiciously. "You're going to plead for this dirty mudblood?"
"No, no, no, Dark Devil King." Malfoy quickly shook his head.
"I'm very sorry, Lord." "I almost forgot about it." Malfoy took out a bottle from his bosom. It was filled with a silver liquid.
"The first battle after your resurrection should be flawless, Lord," Malfoy said. "This is the blood of a unicorn. With this, your body should be perfect. I was too excited just now and forgot. Damn it."
"Yes." Riddle nodded. "From the perspective of vitality, this thing is more powerful than dragon's blood." He was even happier now. A small mistake by his subordinate was worth
forgiving, wasn't it? Besides, this mistake made him even more surprised.