Chapter 216 Voldemort: Tom Riddle, You Have No Martial Ethics!
A tall black-haired boy appeared at the toes of the ugly Slytherin statue. Mist covered his outline, making it difficult to see his appearance.
"Isn't that enough?"
Tom took out another five pounds of dragon's blood and poured it into the diary.
Finally, the fog and haziness almost completely dissipated, and the boy's figure became much more solid.
Harry saw his face clearly.
The boy had a straight nose, deep eyes, and facial features that were much more distinct than those of ordinary people. Just based on his appearance, Harry had rarely seen anyone more perfect than him.
Except for Tom in front of him.
"Tom, is this really Voldemort?" Harry began to doubt again.
It's not like he hasn't seen Voldemort before. The ugly face with the collapsed nose last year was nothing like this handsome boy who could make people's hearts flutter.
"Don't doubt it, I am Voldemort." Voldemort smiled and spoke, first answering Harry's doubts, and then nodded slightly to Tom.
"Tom, you are worthy of being my recognized opponent."
"The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, I have waited a long time for you." Voldemort looked down at Harry, "I paid a huge price just to talk to you.
"We can talk, but first, let's pay the balance." Tom stopped Harry from speaking. "Where's the inheritance you mentioned?"
Voldemort frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed. His eyes fell on the wand in Harry's hand, and he chuckled:
"I need a wand to start the inheritance, Tom, are you ready to take a gamble?"
"Harry." Tom nodded at Harry.
"Tom, are you crazy?"
Harry stepped back, wand in hand, "He's Voldemort."
"It's not like we haven't fought Voldemort before. Even if we give him a wand, it won't cause any trouble. Don't be so stingy."
Seeing that he was not cooperating, Tom had to take it himself. With a strong force, the wand in Harry's hand flew out uncontrollably and landed accurately in Voldemort's hand.
After playing with it in his hand for a while, Riddle cast a powerful spell at a stone pillar, blowing up one of the pillars. He nodded with satisfaction.
"Fawkes's feather? Harry Potter, you and I are truly destined to be together. My wand also uses Fawkes's tail feather." "Song's body is made of a different material than yours."
"It's a shame to be like you. Fox must have the same idea as me."
Harry was not kind in his words, but moved his body behind Tom very willingly.
"Your mouth is disgusting, but it's still far worse than Tom's."
Voldemort didn't care about Harry's ridicule. Compared with Tom's verbal attack power, this amount of verbal attack was not even as powerful as coquettishness. Harry gave Tom a strange look at the silent Tom.
Is Tom very sharp-tongued?
He just felt that Tom had a bad temper and that everyone from professors to students had been beaten by him.
Voldemort pointed his wand at the Slytherin statue and muttered something. The Slytherin statue's arm rumbled up, revealing a huge hole behind it.
"The core of the inheritance is in there, Tom." Voldemort said softly, "In fact, I have already told you most of the things. With this knowledge, you will be the next Slytherin heir and can do whatever you want..."
"You know very well how powerful I will be in the future, Tom. If my original self knew what I had done, would he resent me for training a powerful opponent for him and hindering him from becoming the greatest master in the world?"
"The greatest wizard is not you, but Dumbledore." Harry retorted immediately.
Voldemort's expression immediately darkened, and his handsome features looked somewhat ferocious.
"Dumbledore? He's just an old loser. He can't do anything to me."
"It was Tom who discovered my uniqueness and snatched me away from Ginny Weasley. Dumbledore was as ignorant as an old fool and was at a loss as to what to do with me! He handed me back to Tom!"
Harry was overwhelmed by the amount of information in these words, and it took him a while to understand what Voldemort meant. Dumbledore knew about the existence of the diary, and it was he who gave it back to Tom.
Isn't this a pure person?
The last bit of worry in his heart completely disappeared, and Harry became more confident: "No matter how hard you try, you can't change the facts. The greatest wizard now is Dumbledore, and the greatest wizard in the future is Tom. No matter what time you are, you are just a loser!"
Voldemort sneered: "Harry Potter, I recently learned an oriental idiom from Tom - a dog relying on the power of others. This word is too appropriate to describe you now.
Harry blushed, thinking the word was quite fitting.
...
"Alright, your wish has been fulfilled." Tom broke the awkward atmosphere. "Summon the basilisk, and your mission will be complete. I will hand you over to Dumbledore, and you won't have to suffer here any longer."
He had just tried to speak to the Slytherin statue, but there was no response. Could it be that it disliked his bloodline?
Old man, if Slytherin is summoned to be a teacher one day, he must show his stern face.
"Tom, I will grant your wish." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said, "Whether you can leave here alive depends on your ability.
Voldemort turned to look at the face of the Slytherin statue and spoke in a hissing snake voice.
"Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Four!"
Slytherin's huge stone face began to move, and its mouth grew larger and larger, finally forming a huge black hole. Something was moving and rustling inside.
"AvadaKedavra!"
Green light streaked through the air, and Voldemort laughed wildly as he cast the Killing Curse at Tom, who used his wand to knock him away, shattering several stone slabs.
"You've tortured me countless times. Either you die here today, or I'm destroyed. Tom, there's no good ending for you if you follow Dumbledore!"
Riddle cast silent spells continuously, and the magic spells shot out like arrows, absorbing the huge vitality and energy of more than ten kilograms of dragon blood.
Although Voldemort was rootless at this time and his strength would run out sooner or later, he could still burst out his full strength in a short period of time.
Silent spells, instantaneous spells, various sinister black magic, Voldemort showed off his magical talent to the fullest.
He is a genius who completed the creation of Horcruxes at the age of sixteen and is a direct descendant of Saratu Slytherin!
"All curses are over!"
With a twist of his wrist and the wand inserted upside down, golden light burst out and spread, purifying any spells it encountered.
Using the Iron Armor Curse to resist is the most unwise choice. Who knows if these dark magics that many people have never seen will also ignore defense like the Killing Curse.
"Harry, your wand is dirty."
Tom even had the mood to turn around and tease Harry, who had already skillfully laid on the ground to reduce the area he was exposed to. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and the diary on the ground flew into his hand.
Voldemort's face changed drastically: "Tom Riddle, you are not a man of honor!"
Chapter 217: Earn the Order of Merlin While Standing! Mcgonagall Happy Spell, Activate!
"Tom Riddle, if you have the guts, put down your diary and fight me squarely!"
Voldemort pointed at Tom angrily and cursed: "Besides threats, can't you use any other tricks? I am dueling with you! Use your magic to defeat me!"
"Xiao Fu, you're a little confused."
Tom spoke quickly as the sound of sliding in the pit grew closer. "How can you be my opponent now? You're just a shadow formed by a bunch of wronged souls. What's the point of me fighting you?"
"I will treat your true form well if I encounter it next time. Now, Xiao Fu, your role is over."
"Crucio."
Red light enveloped Tom's left hand, and Voldemort's face instantly became distorted, holding his head and screaming in pain.
"Kill him! Kill him! Quick! With your eyes!"
Inside Slytherin's open mouth, the basilisk, or more accurately, the thousand-year-old snake king finally revealed its true appearance - nearly a hundred feet long, as thick as an oak tree, glowing brightly green, with two large bumps on its flat head.
At Voldemort's command, the basilisk hissed and spit out its tongue, its huge body moving between the stone pillars and approaching quickly.
"Six-Staff Light Prison!"
Tom still held the diary firmly with one hand, and raised the other hand slowly but firmly.
Several stone pillars trembled violently, and then were uprooted.
Lightning flashed and clamped the basilisk from different angles.
The strong paralyzing current made the basilisk "093" temporarily unable to use any strength.
Voldemort endured the pain brought by the Cruciatus Curse and cast spells frantically. Tom opened a huge black and white light wing behind him, grabbed Harry, who still closed his eyes to avoid looking at the basilisk, and flew up. It was a bit funny.
"You remember all this eccentric knowledge, even knowing you shouldn't look a basilisk in the eye. Alright, open your eyes now! I've already made preparations when I brought you here to find the basilisk, and your eyes will never meet."
"Cuthbert Binns just finished talking about the despicable Herpo not long ago. My memory is not that bad." Although Harry was complaining, he opened his eyes, but still did not dare to look at the basilisk that was temporarily controlled.
Voldemort's spells were either dodged or blocked by the wings, and some powerful dark magic pierced the wings of light, but they were quickly repaired by Tom's powerful magic.
But Voldemort couldn't hold on any longer.
"Tom...this is not going to end well for you." His figure was already beginning to blur, and Harry's wand slipped from his hand.
"You have acquired everything I once had, and you either sit on the treasure without using it, or conduct dangerous magical experiments that challenge Dumbledore's bottom line.
"Do you know why I asked you to bring Harry Potter here? So that he can serve as a witness."
"Kill him... and put the blame on me. That way no one will know what you have gained."
Voldemort finally revealed a sinister smile, followed by a scream that pierced the eardrums, and his shadow dissipated into a puff of black smoke before disappearing.
It wasn't that his soul was completely destroyed, the Cruciatus Curse didn't have that kind of power, but Voldemort couldn't bear the pain, so he had to disconnect his power and return to the diary.
Harry's expression changed. He had not expected Voldemort to be so insidious as to use Slytherin's knowledge as temptation.
This is a blatant conspiracy, even risking their own life. What exactly is the Slytherin heritage, and why is it impossible for Dumbledore to accept it?
Harry subconsciously looked at Tom, whose expression remained unchanged.
"Why, do you want me to kill you?" Tom put away the diary and asked with a smile.
"Tom, stop joking." Harry laughed dryly. He didn't even have his wand in his hand. If Tom really had any intentions towards him, he would just lie down and wait to die.
No, what can it do even if I have the wand in my hand?
Compared to the previous Tom Riddle, Harry still felt that this one was more terrifying.
"How can this be a joke?" Tom shook his head seriously. "Actually, I'm really a little moved. You know, Dumbledore is not in school today.
Harry felt like his neck was being strangled and he couldn't speak.
Boom!
The basilisk finally got rid of the paralysis effect, and smashed several stone pillars with pure brute force. Although the master had disappeared, the order was not cancelled. The front half of the basilisk straightened up and lashed at Tom like a whip.
Tom pulled his wand suddenly, and the air was extremely compressed, forming an invisible hammer that hit the basilisk's chin from bottom to top, lifting it high.
A huge hole was poked in the ceiling, and Tom took Harry and climbed up through the gap. After a quick scan, Tom immediately determined their current location and threw Harry to the ground.
"This is the cellar on the east side of the castle. Go up one level via the stairs on the right. Then keep running to the right and you'll see the Potions classroom. You'll also be on the path behind it. "I haven't found the professor yet."
Harry was stunned. "What about you?"
"I'll lure the basilisk out of the castle. We can't continue fighting here."
As he was talking, the basilisk had already climbed up the stone pillar. Tom's palm burst out with magic power, and Harry pushed it far away.
"Don't waste time. If I get eaten by the basilisk, Hermione and Daphne will kill you."
"Be careful, Tom!" Harry took one last look at him and started running for his life according to the route Tom gave him.
"Finally, they fooled him away."
Tom breathed a sigh of relief.
If Harry's protagonist aura explodes and someone suddenly rushes up to steal his DPS, the mission will not be completed.
"Come with me, dear."
Several extremely insulting spells were shot at the basilisk's head. Tom flew and stopped all the way, trying to entice the basilisk to follow him out of the castle.
The task of the sixth trial was actually very easy to complete. The strength of the basilisk was really nothing to him now, especially after its strongest move, the Eye of Death, was abolished, it was like a toothless tiger.
Tom wanted to kill two birds with one stone. Today, he not only had to complete the sixth trial, but also had to take the Order of Merlin while standing.
Today's school is Tom Riddle's stage. He wants everyone to see how he tried his best to save the school and let everyone feel his gratitude!
boom---!
The stone wall of the castle exploded and Tom flew out at an extremely fast speed.
The basilisk followed closely behind, its strange cry filled with anger. Now there were not only two bumps on the basilisk's head, but countless small bumps.
Listening to the hissing of the basilisk, Tom, who had a snake voice, wanted to laugh.
Snakes' language is monotonous and boring. When they curse people, they only use simple words like "bad, bug, stop, disgusting", which sounds like they are acting coquettishly.
But the mess behind it and the venom that spurted out from time to time proved that the basilisk was not just playing around, it really wanted to kill Tom.
"Almost."
Luringing the basilisk to the meadow, Tom put his hand to his mouth and blew a loud whistle.
Usagi soared into the air from the Forbidden Forest, emitting a loud dragon roar.
"hold head high---!"
The dragon's roar, carrying the pressure of a higher being, spread out, and the Forbidden Forest was suddenly in chaos. The dragon's roar was so penetrating that Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in the tower, as well as Slytherin and Hufflepuff in the basement, could hear it clearly.
The students were not asleep at this time, and soon the Gryffindor students took advantage of their geographical location to discover it first.
"What is that?! What a huge monster!"
"Someone is fighting him, a monster has escaped from the Forbidden Forest!"
"It's too far away and too dark here, we can't see clearly. Where are the binoculars you used to watch the competition?"
Finally, a student leaned against the window with a brass telescope and observed, and roughly saw the situation below.
"A snake! I've never seen a snake so big!"
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and dozens of lightning bolts struck wildly, briefly illuminating the earth and allowing him to see more clearly!
"It's Riddle! Riddle is fighting that snake!"
The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students rushed out of the common room like crazy. Daphne, who was in the Slytherin common room, recognized the dragon roar from Usagi and rushed out with a large group of people...
Only Hufflepuff, the indifferent little badger, was also startled by the dragon's roar, but only a few people went out to check the situation out of curiosity, while most people chose to continue to play badly.
At the same time, Harry had also found Professor McGonagall. He had originally wanted to find Snape, but Snape was not in the office, so he could only climb to the fifth floor with a grunt.
Professor McGonagall almost fainted when she heard that there was a basilisk in the school. She slapped herself hard to sober herself up.
"Go save Riddle!"
.....
Click—click—!
The mercury-like lightning poured down on the huge body of the basilisk, causing extremely pitiful damage.
After all, it is a snake king that has lived for thousands of years. The defensive power of this snake skin has completely surpassed the fire dragon, but some electric current still penetrated into the flesh of the basilisk, making his movements slower and slower.
Tom flew in the air, aiming at the basilisk's eyes and fired ten consecutive invisible arrows, interspersed with several eye disease spells.
There was no strong snake skin to protect it, so the basilisk's eyes were blinded as expected.
"The flames are blazing!"
The blazing flames formed a circle, as if dividing an arena, trapping the man and the snake inside. Today's weather was not very good, the moonlight was dim, and he had to light his own way.
At this time, some students had already run to the entrance of the atrium, but were stopped by Usagi.
"Don't go out! Don't go out!" Professor McGonagall came to the front panting.
"It's very dangerous outside. You all stay here and no one is allowed to move! All professors, follow me!"
Professor McGonagall waved his wand and several knight puppets in charge of the corridor decoration came to the door with heavy steps and blocked it tightly.
"Prefects, maintain order!" Snape almost rushed out with a gloomy face.
boom!
A terrifying energy wave descended from the sky and exploded on the stone steps.
"What do you mean!" Snape's face changed. He drew his wand and looked at Usagi warily. "Your master is still fighting. We are going to rescue him!"
Snape responded with 0.0 Rayquaza's accumulated destructive death ray, which would be released if he dared to take another step forward.
"Professor, Usagi may have received orders from Tom." Daphne stepped forward to help: "He must be dealing with the snake alone."
"Nonsense!" Professor McGonagall raged. "That's a basilisk! A 5X-level dangerous animal with the eye of death!"
Harry whispered, "Professor, Tom has mastered a spell that can avoid looking into the eyes of a basilisk."
"That won't work either. The fangs, body, and venom of a basilisk are all terrifying weapons. Greengrass, can you command Usagi?"
The little witch shook her head: "Sorry, Professor, she only listens to Mu."
Just as Professor McGonagall was about to resort to violence, Tom's clear voice of chanting came from the sea of fire.
"PiertotumLocomotor!"
A large number of armors and statues in the castle came to life and gathered towards the caster.
At the door of the principal's office on the eighth floor, the stone gargoyle suddenly opened its eyes.
"Finally, someone used this spell, and it's that Riddle boy!"
"This time, I must let him see the strength of Hogwarts' strongest guardian!"
The gargoyle didn't even guard the spring, leaving a huge hole behind it. It leaped up and smashed the glass, creating a huge hole in the ground with terrifying force, but it was unharmed.
"Woohoo! Riddle boy, here comes the statue!"
Chapter 218: Sword Kills the Basilisk, The Only Sun of Hogwarts!
Under the students' astonished gaze, hundreds of statues and puppets marched out of the castle in orderly steps.
After its eyes were blinded, the basilisk became more and more crazy, but the cold-bloodedness of snakes allowed it to maintain the composure of a top predator.
This created a very contradictory phenomenon.
The basilisk would bite the surroundings madly to vent its anger and pain, and then lie on the ground as if dead, relying on sound and smell to capture Tom's movements.
The high temperature of the flame made the basilisk feel uncomfortable, but it didn't have much impact, after all, it was just an ordinary flame.
Tom dealt with the basilisk's attack in a disjointed manner, waiting for the armor and statue to enter.
Professor McGonagall wrote down this spell in his notes. He had wanted to try it out for a long time since he learned it, and today he finally had the chance.
The Stone Pillar is one of Hogwarts' ultimate trump cards. Logically, this spell should be the exclusive privilege of the nominal headmaster Dumbledore and the actual headmaster McGonagall.
So, is he considered awesome?
Tom thought idly as he waved his wand and blew the basilisk's head off again.
In fact, Professor McGonagall was really jealous, and tears of envy were about to come out of the corners of his mouth.
Tom wanted to use this spell, and so did she. Just now, when they were on their way, Professor McGonagall was still thinking about whether to use it for fun, but he didn't expect that someone else would get there first.
Seeing that the statues he sent to guard the gate had been summoned away, Professor McGonagall had no choice but to join other professors in keeping an eye on the young wizard.
As for Tom's safety, she believed that Tom was not as impulsive as the students in their college. Since he dared to do this, he must have his own confidence.
However, this behavior is still too dangerous and must be criticized after everything is over.
Many students had cleverly sneaked upstairs and ran to the terrace and windows to watch the game.
Qiu and Penelope were the ones who acted the fastest. When they learned that it was Tom who was fighting the basilisk, their hearts were in their throats.
On the contrary, Hermione, Daphne, and Astoria were not worried at all.
Although they didn't know that Tom was going to challenge the basilisk today, they had known that he had this idea for a long time, and they had all mastered the spell to avoid eye contact, so they didn't think the basilisk could pose a threat to Tom.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Passing through the flames, puppets and statues entered one after another, brandishing giant swords and fighting with the basilisk with their fists.
Tom was not idle either. The magic wand in his hand turned into a flag of command on the battlefield and waved it continuously.
"indestructible!"
"Hurry!"
"Light as a feather!"
"It weighs several kilograms!"
"Back to normal!"
For a moment, he actually felt a bit like playing Warcraft 3 in the past. He kept operating specific puppets. The attacking puppets would increase their weight to increase their attack power, and the dodging puppets would reduce their weight to increase their agility.
The repair spell directly turned into the nanny's treatment.
Several stone statues were also turned into fine iron. When the basilisk swept its tail over them, it could only create a big hole, but could not completely crush them. They could be repaired in a few seconds.
The little wizard watching the game was so excited that his blood boiled and he was fascinated.
Elegant, so damn elegant.
Tom stood there commanding his troops. The not-so-sophisticated spells formed a perfect combination, giving them the illusion that he could do it too.
But at the same time, he knew that casting so many spells in a short period of time and combining them skillfully, while also controlling the puppets to attack, was a headache just thinking about it.
"Woohoo! Riddle boy, here I come!"
The gargoyle yelled and screamed mischievously, jumped over the two-meter-high wall of fire with one leap, and punched the basilisk's big head with its fist.
Boom!
Tom felt a toothache when he heard the dull sound, and the basilisk's body softened and fell to the ground.
"Don't hit your head! If you hit your head again, believe it or not, I will use the big egg to give you a full body spa!" Tom shouted hurriedly.
"Hey! I'm helping you!" The gargoyle turned around dissatisfied and looked at Tom.
"You can't hit me on the head either. What's the point of killing me directly?"
"Oh, that's right." Shi Tou also fell into deep thought.
If he was killed in a few hits, he would have to go back to guarding the gate.
He finally got out to play.
"You have a point. I'll be gentle then." The gargoyle nodded seriously to Tom. You Slytherins are still too cunning.
Tom's face darkened.
He was kind enough to help and give advice but was still scolded, stinky stone, you can't escape this big shit!
While the two were talking, the basilisk also slowed down, swinging its body wildly, and bumping into the right statue, only forcing him out for a dozen or so times.
The stone statue came to its senses and started to retaliate with a series of punches, but all the blows landed on its body. The stone monster screamed in pain, but the injuries were not fatal.
Tom hadn't expected the gargoyle to join in the fun, much less that it was so ferocious. It looked like it had been bragging to him before.
This defense and strength are so great that there is no way to deal with him.
Tom quickly checked the palace in his mind and was relieved to find nothing unusual.
It seems that the trial was also to determine whether the gargoyles were summoned by him through magic and were part of his strength.
But in order to prevent himself from being robbed of his life, seeing that the basilisk basically took in more air than it exhaled, Tom still used several armors to push the gargoyles out of the battlefield.
"Hey, Riddle boy! I haven't had enough fights yet!" the gargoyle shouted in dissatisfaction.
"Next time, I'll make you happy next time." Tom said perfunctorily, walked forward quickly, and raised his wand high.
Snap, snap!
Hundreds of puppets and statues, no matter what weapons they were holding before, were now transformed into spears. They exerted force suddenly, pierced through the basilisk's hard body, and rose up together.
The basilisk, which was nearly fifty meters long, was lifted up like a skewer.
But at this time, the basilisk had completely lost the strength to resist.
White light burst out from the young man, forming a tall, blurry figure behind him, holding a long sword in his hand.
"cut!"
As Tom roared, all the young wizards watching the fight saw the sword fall, the snake head fly up, and blood gushed out from the broken end like a fountain.
After a brief silence, there was a thunderous cheer!
"Win! Riddle wins!"
"He really defeated the basilisk! Merlin! That's a 5X-level magical creature! One look at it can kill you instantly!"
"What kind of magic is that at the end? It's so cool, I want to learn it too!"
"Why would I want to be a magician? I want to be a sword master!"
Regardless of school or grudges, everyone was cheering for Tom, their blood boiling. The dreamlike battle and ending seemed like a myth coming true.
Of course, the most excited ones were the Slytherin followers who were completely convinced by Tom.
Zabini, Nott, and the others watched Tom, who was leaning against the Giant of Light and stepping on the basilisk's head, launch fireworks in the castle with abandon, shouting:
"See! Tom is the only sunshine in Hogwarts!"
Even if Voldemort were to resurrect and make a comeback, they would still stand firmly on Tom's side, not out of loyalty, but because they believed Tom was stronger!
"Riddle!"
Most of the ring-shaped flames responsible for the atmosphere and lighting were extinguished. After confirming the death of the basilisk, Usagi received Tom's order and flew back to the Forbidden Forest. Several deans were finally no longer restricted and hurried over.
Professor McGonagall took the lead, unable to suppress the anger in her mouth, but her voice was filled with anger!
"Mr. Riddle! Do you know how dangerous your actions are? That's a basilisk, a thousand-year-old snake king. How dare you deal with him alone?"
"Professor..." Facing Professor McGonagall, Tom had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge and said weakly: "I am not fighting alone. Look, I have so many statues."
"But I also want to use 'Stone Pillar'!" Professor McGonagall spoke his mind in a flustered state. Feeling the strange looks from his colleagues and Tom, 433 quickly changed his words, "What I mean is, I'm more proficient in this spell. How can a professor put his students in danger?"
"Hehe..." Snape laughed sinisterly. "I never thought you, Riddle, would make the same impulsive choice as Gryffindor. If it was someone as brainless as Pott, I wouldn't be surprised, but you... I really didn't expect that. Even the Sorting Hat can make mistakes sometimes."
Harry, who was secretly following behind, immediately became dead-eyed when he heard Snape's words. In his heart, he had already used the same Cruciatus Curse that Tom had just used on Snape.
Tom curled his lips, not even looking at the old bat, and said to Professor McGonagall sincerely: "Professor, it's not that I want to be a hero, but I want to protect the other students.
If you all come out to deal with the basilisk, who will restrain the other little wizards? They have no way to avoid the basilisk's gaze."
After hearing Tom's reasons, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick all looked at him with admiration.
Professor McGonagall was even more moved and said: "Although I can understand your feelings of protecting your friends, but next time please remember that you are also a child that the professor needs to protect. Don't put yourself in danger again."
Did you hear that?"
"I understand, Professor McGonagall." Tom nodded obediently immediately.
Snape's eyes were about to roll out of his head. Riddle needed protection? Besides Dumbledore, who else in this school had the right to say such a thing?
He was just about to continue with the yin and yang remarks when Mu pretended to ask casually:
"By the way, Professor, this basilisk material...shouldn't it belong to me?"
Professor McGonagall was startled, but nodded. "Of course, this is your trophy. How could the school take advantage of you?"
Snape:"...
Who said it's impossible? I just want to take advantage of this!
McGonagall, you loser woman! Do you know how much loss it will cause to me... no, the school after you said this?!
Chapter 219: Abducting the Statue, Slytherin's True Legacy
Every potion master cannot resist the temptation of rare ingredients, especially a rare 5X level magical creature like the basilisk.
Basilisks cannot be raised naturally, nor can they reproduce. They must be cultivated one by one by dark wizards.
Even Grindelwald spent a lot of effort to cultivate twenty basilisk eggs, but they were all destroyed by Newt. No wonder he was so angry and hated Newt with all his might.
Snape also learned several recipes for making potions from ancient books using basilisk flesh and blood, and even snake skin and scales.
He himself also had some inspirations that required the help of basilisk materials. Just now, when he saw such a huge basilisk corpse in front of him, Snape's eyes turned red.
So, Professor McGonagall gave all the things to Tom with just one word?
Snape opened his mouth to say something, but Tom's hands were faster.
In one swift move, he collected the two halves of the snake monster, not even letting go of the blood spilled on the ground. The magic wand controlled the cold snake blood to condense into a ball and put it into the glass bottle.
"Riddle boy, I'm going back first." The gargoyle jumped to Tom's side with a clang. "Next time you have something fun like this, be sure to call me. No matter who the enemy is, I will help you smash him to pieces.
You know what, Tom was actually a little tempted. This guy had a very tough body and was highly resistant to both magic and physical attacks. He was an excellent meat shield.
"And what if I run into an enemy outside the school?" asked Tom, and the gargoyles were dumbfounded.
"Why are you outside the school?"
"Of course I have to leave school during the holidays."
Tom said speechlessly, and then suddenly raised his eyebrows, "You have been working in the school for so many years and you don't have any holidays? Why don't you come with me during the holidays? The world is so big, I will take you to see it.
"The world is so big...Take me to see it..."
The gargoyle was distracted. No one had ever said such words to it before.
"Ahem, now is not the time to discuss trivial matters."
Professor McGonagall coughed twice and let Tom continue, fearing that Dumbledore's guard beast would be kidnapped.
She came back to her senses and shouted to the young wizards who had come out to watch the fun: "Prefects and sub-prefects, take everyone back to their dormitories.
No one is allowed to stay in the castle.
If anyone is missing, the prefect will write a 5,000-word self-criticism.
If I find anyone wandering around the castle, they will be put in solitary confinement for a month!"
Under Professor McGonagall's half-threat and half-intimidation, the students were reluctantly taken back to the castle by the prefects.
Not to mention them, even the class leader doesn't want to go back now.
The students wanted to know the whole story, where did the basilisk come from, and who brought such a dangerous thing to school.
"Filius, Pomona, Severus, thank you for patrolling the castle tonight. I will come over once I understand the situation."
Several professors nodded.
"Harry! Come here!"
Tom stopped Harry as he was about to leave with the crowd, and then said to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, Harry and I still have to go there. We can talk about what you want to know on the way. This will save time."
Harry had briefly explained the existence of the Chamber of Secrets when they came, and Professor McGonagall understood what Tom was referring to and nodded.
"good."
The three of them were about to leave, but the gargoyle was still standing there, contemplating life.
Professor McGonagall could only helplessly say to it, "You should go back first.
The principal's office still needs you to guard it.
You can't go straight to the Tianmen Cave, right? That's ridiculous."
The statue was a veteran of the castle, so it was okay for Professor McGonagall to be polite to it.
"Ah? Oh."
The gargoyle finally woke up from his dream, "Riddle boy, come over next time and we can have a good chat. I'm leaving now.
The gargoyle leaped away with a clang, and each leap made a large hole in the ground.
Harry watched worriedly, thinking that the stairs in the school might not hold up today. If the stairs broke, would he be able to go back to the dormitory to sleep later?
No... Harry looked down at his hospital gown.
He seems unable to return to the dormitory.
In order to allow Professor McGonagall to have the most complete sense of substitution, Tom took him to the women's bathroom on the second floor and sent Myrtle away [using Parseltongue to open the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets again.
"Mr. Riddle, you can speak Parseltongue?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.
Tom emphasized, "Professor, I learned Parseltongue later in life, unlike Harry, who was born a natural-born dark wizard."
Harry:
Actually, you don't need to emphasize it so clearly.
Professor McGonagall shook her head in disapproval. "Not all those who can speak Parseltongue are Dark wizards. They just make up a larger proportion of them. You must not be prejudiced against your classmates."
Harry hastily assured: "Professor, I will never be a dark wizard.
"I believe you, Potter."
Professor McGonagall was extremely certain. With Potter's brain and personality, she really couldn't imagine him becoming a dark wizard.
No matter what she thought, Harry was happy.
Tom flew down the pipe, holding one in each hand. The appearance of the flying spell once again shocked Professor McGonagall. Apart from Voldemort, this was the second wizard she knew who had the ability to fly.
Falling to the ground, Tom recounted the origin of the diary and what happened in between.
However, he omitted a lot of things, such as the process of his torture of Voldemort, some warm greetings, and the use of some language skills.
This was enough to make Professor McGonagall furious.
"Albus! How could he leave something so dangerous to students?"
"This is...this is the mysterious man. Even if he's a fifth-year mysterious man, he can't relay like this!"
"I'm fine, Professor." Tom waved his hand nonchalantly. "For the safety of the school, I took a small risk. The result is good, isn't it? Voldemort has been dealt with, the basilisk has been killed, and no one was hurt. I'm already very satisfied with this."
"We didn't do our job well." Professor McGonagall sighed.
It's the professors who should protect the students and the school who should provide a stable learning environment. However, in the past two years, Tom has been helping the school solve problems.
From Quirrell in the first grade, to the trickster Lockhart in the second grade, and now to the Basilisk, Tom has done a better job than the principal and the headmaster.
belch---!
In the enclosed space, Harry burped loudly. He felt as if he could smell a strong smell of tea.
Arriving at the true core of the Chamber of Secrets, Harry remembered that he had left his wand there and hurried over to pick it up.
Tom took Professor McGonagall to the bottom of Slytherin's raised arm, where there was a dark hole.
"The Slytherin heritage lies within, Professor."
"Don't act rashly." Professor McGonagall stopped Tom who wanted to enter the cave. With a wave of his sleeve, the gravel on the ground turned into various small animals and ran into the cave.
Soon, a faint green firelight was seen in the cave. Professor McGonagall cast a few more detection spells and only felt relieved after confirming that there were no traps. He nodded.
"You can go in now."
Even she is curious about what legacy the Big Four will leave behind.
Professor McGonagall led the way, and Tom and Harry followed behind. They soon entered a stone chamber.
Including the entrance, all four walls are engraved with dense and wriggling characters.
While McGonagall was working on a solution, Tom had already successfully deciphered the code. He lightly tapped each of the four magic nodes on the wall, and a dazzling array of characters appeared, interweaving and combining. It took five minutes for the code to stop.
Tom and Professor McGonagall had already started reading, leaving Harry standing there bewildered and at a loss as to what to do.
Professor McGonagall saw him at a loss from the corner of her eye and took the opportunity to lecture him: "Potter, Slytherin was a figure from a thousand years ago. Back then, even the concept of English hadn't yet been formed. All wizards and human scholars used ancient Latin."
"If you want to delve deeper into magic in the future, you must master Ancient Latin. Do you understand?"
"Professor, I understand." Harry nodded awkwardly.
He once again felt that he was illiterate. Tom had mastered ancient Latin, but he didn't even know what it was...
Suddenly, he remembered what Malfoy had said to mock him at the beginning of this semester. Looking back now, he actually felt that it made a lot of sense.
What right do students like them have to be jealous of Mu?
...
Just as Harry was lost in thought, Tom and Professor McGonagall's expressions gradually became serious.
Professor McGonagall glanced at Tom, who was frowning, and hesitated whether to let him continue watching, but in the end he did not stop him.
Chapter 220: Slytherin's Horrible Experiment, Dumbledore Returns to Hogwarts, To Which He Was Not Loyal
Voldemort wanted to sow discord through overt conspiracy, so all the information he gave was true.
This is indeed the core of the Chamber of Secrets left by Slytherin. The beginning part introduces the reason for his quarrel with Gryffindor, and a lot of complaints about Gryffindor, calling it a stupid, arrogant, and stubborn cat.
And Slytherin also explained the two ways the Chamber of Secrets could be opened.
One method is to find the hidden entrance to the secret room like Riddle did and enter through normal means.
The other way... is to rely on blood.
When enough blood soaks the castle, the entrance to the secret room will automatically open and the basilisk will be awakened.
That is when there is real purification.
In other words, the basilisk is actually the guardian of the school. It's a pity that it was first used by "Tom" and then targeted by Tom's trial mission.
All we can say is that the basilisk burned out.
This time next year, Tom decided to light a cigarette for it to thank it for its contribution to him.
What really made the two of them look serious was the knowledge that Slytherin left behind.
Due to the times, the relationship between Muggles and wizards was very tense when Hogwarts was first founded.
Slytherin seemed to be a pessimist, believing that the school's admission of Muggle students would one day expose Hogwarts and attract a siege by Muggles.
Therefore, the inheritance he left behind could be said to be a backup plan for the end of wizards.
He emphasized the importance of bloodline throughout his life, and the backup plan he left behind was also a way to help his heirs improve the quality of their own bloodline.
Rather than saying they are a legacy, they are more like a few experimental logs.
The core concept of Slytherin is that human wizarding blood is a 'blank canvas'. Some people have peculiar tastes and are bold enough to try anything, so this blank canvas naturally has some color.
People who have no color or whose color is not obvious can fill the gap through acquired fusion and break through the upper limit of their talent. The pigment used to paint the canvas is naturally the blood of magical animals.
Slytherin's experiments are basically divided into three aspects.
First, blood purification, purify the blood of the target organism, cleanse the factors that will have a negative impact on humans, and accommodate more blood factors.
Second, physical improvement, to increase the degree of acceptance and adaptability to foreign magic and non-human characteristics.
Third, soul anchoring and blood fusion are not only a test for the body, but also affect the soul.
No matter how it is purified, the wild power in the blood cannot be completely eliminated. His goal is to obtain a perfect wizard with the blood of magical animals, not to transform the wizard into a stronger beast.
As for the latter, there were several experiments on multiple bloodline fusion, but without exception they all ended in failure. Perhaps before leaving school, Slytherin had not succeeded.
The first item, blood purification, was fine. After all, the experimental subjects were all magical creatures, so Professor McGonagall could still accept it.
But the last two... they involve wizards, the process and description are extremely cruel and cold-blooded, and are mixed with a lot of black magic of body transformation.
She was afraid of what would happen to Tom.
"Mr. Riddle..."
When Tom finished reading the last log entry, Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "(dbde) You've seen the risks of bloodline fusion.
Don't attempt it, and don't even bother researching its contents.
Your potential is the most astonishing I've ever seen.
There's absolutely no need to take such a risk."
"Professor, these things are too profound for me." Tom smiled and said, "I'm just curious about what the founders left behind. Now that my curiosity is satisfied, I'll leave this place to you and Dumbledore. I won't be here again."
Professor McGonagall finally felt relieved.
Tom's memory is good now, but he can't remember everything he sees, especially since this is a foreign language for him. However, when he was reading, he had already materialized all the content in the learning space. At this time, the two old men were studying it attentively.
In order to ensure that these contents would not be leaked, Professor McGonagall did not even wait for Dumbledore to come back to discuss before making a decision. He directly summoned a blazing flame [to erase all the writing here].
But even when the temperature in the room reached a point where Harry began to sweat, the writing on the wall remained unchanged.
Tom had to remind him: "Professor, how could a selfish person like Voldemort leave behind a legacy for others to share with him? He must have tried to destroy it, but failed."
"Alright." Professor McGonagall reluctantly withdrew his hand. "We'll deal with it tomorrow when Dumbledore comes back."
"Mr. Riddle, that diary..."
Tom shook his head slightly. "I'd better hand it over to Dumbledore tomorrow."
Professor McGonagall didn't insist any further and urged the two to go back to bed. She followed Harry to the Gryffindor Tower and, as expected, caught a few restless students [and severely deducted a wave of points.
As soon as he entered the common room, Harry was immediately surrounded by students, all asking questions.
Harry didn't want to say a word. Today's experience really exhausted him. Now he regretted why he didn't choose to sleep in the school infirmary for a night and why he had to come back.
Tom on the other side is much smarter.
Knowing that there would be a bunch of people blocking him in the lounge, he simply chose not to go back. Instead, he quietly left the school and Apparated several times to return to his home in London.
Lying on the bed, I took out my chat app and found that there were indeed a bunch of unread messages. Hermione, Daphne, Astoria, Ginny, and Qiu all sent messages.
Qiu, in particular, said a lot, blaming him for being too adventurous and praising his strength. The girl's conflicted and worried mind was obvious.
Tom couldn't help but smile knowingly, and at the same time thought in a very scumbag way that he hadn't talked to Penelope yet.
The two of them basically exchanged glances when they met on the street, and occasionally met for a cup of afternoon tea in the courtyard garden.
You might consider giving one to Penelope, so it will be convenient in the future.
While replying to the girls' messages, Tom checked the system prompts.
Half of the sixth palace in the sea of consciousness was lit, while the other half was still dim and would not be completed until Alavak resolved it.
At the same time, the system also has achievement points and credit rewards.
[Rising Sun: The host's light is like the blazing sun, illuminating all corners of Hogwarts. Rewards 100 achievement points and 500 credits.]
[Unrepayable Favor: The host killed the basilisk, protected the safety of the classmates, and created a stable learning environment. Reward: 100 achievement points and five business credits.]
Today was a fruitful day. Tom was too lazy to go into the study space to discuss inheritance with Grindelwald. He said something to Qiu and fell asleep quickly.
The next day, Sunday.
Dumbledore and Ross returned to Hogwarts chatting and laughing, and they went to the Three Broomsticks for breakfast first.
After the two entered the school through the main gate, Rouse said, "I think that although the overall level of Hogwarts students is a bit low, they all have good talents. As long as..."
He got stuck mid-sentence, and Dumbledore looked in the direction he was looking at suspiciously, and was also stunned.
A large patch of burnt grass suddenly appeared in the once lush green meadow, and one corner of the castle was in a state of devastation, with a large hole and rags scattered all over the ground.
Could it be that Voldemort has come back to life and attacked Hogwarts?
The ridiculous idea that appeared in Dumbledore's mind was instantly suppressed by him.
"It seemed like it was quite lively yesterday." Ross laughed dryly, his curiosity reaching its peak.
"Mr. Wilkinson, please go find Professor McGonagall. I will be waiting for you in my office," said Dumbledore.
The two said goodbye at the door. Dumbledore took the express staircase to the eighth floor, while Ross went to the fifth floor. The corridor was silent along the way, without a single student, which made Dumbledore feel even worse.
Even on weekends, there should be students coming out for breakfast at this time.
Quickly reaching the door of his office, Dumbledore thought the gargoyles would immediately make way for him, but they paid no attention to his presence and instead supported their chin in deep thought.
"Ahem! Can you open the door for me?" Dumbledore had no choice but to speak up.
"Ah, Dumbledore, you're back."
The stone beast came to its senses and moved aside, but just as Dumbledore was about to go in, it suddenly reached out and stopped him.
"Dumbledore, students have summer vacation, and you teachers and headmasters also have summer vacation, so why don't I have a vacation?"
"How about you give me two months off this year? The world is so big, I want to see it."
Dumbledore:"???"
He was only away for one day, so how come the school has become so chaotic that he doesn't recognize it?
Even the gatekeepers have to take a holiday, so who will watch over the gate? Him?
Chapter 221: Professor Mcgonagall Launches a Military Campaign to Question the Truth. Immortality? It's Too Early for Me.
After dealing with the gargoyles, the exhausted Dumbledore finally returned to his office.
After asking a few headmasters, they found out that they did hear some noises last night, but they died down later and no one came to look for Dumbledore, so they didn't pay much attention to it.
What is going on?
Dumbledore took out 'I Chat' and sent a message to Tom, but after waiting for a while he didn't receive a reply.
This thing is useful, but Dumbledore thinks some functions should be improved.
For example, you can add an emergency contact mode so that the other party can see your message as quickly as possible, or add a confirmation function to remind the other party that they have read the message after they have read it.
It's really uncomfortable to wait like this.
After all, Dumbledore is quite impatient and a typical Gryffindor.
However, he relied on his strong reason and experience to suppress this instinct.
Fortunately, Tom did not reply to the message, but Professor McGonagall came quickly. However, when Professor McGonagall appeared in front of him with a stern face, Dumbledore felt a pang in his heart.
Oh no, Minerva is angry.
He thought quickly about what he had done recently to displease Professor McGonagall.
But after thinking for a moment, Dumbledore didn't find anything wrong with him. Could it be that other students had gotten into trouble and trapped Professor McGonagall?
"Minerva..."
"Dumbledore, why didn't you tell me about such a big thing as the Chamber of Secrets and You-Know-Who?"
"Also, Mr. Riddle and Mr. Potter are just students. Why do you insist on putting them in danger? What are we professors supposed to do?"
Dumbledore was interrupted by the angry Professor McGonagall before he could finish his words. She felt that Dumbledore was good in every way except that he had too many things hidden in his mind and too many plans.
He arranged everything without telling anyone clearly, so no one knew what he was doing or what he was thinking.
Dumbledore suddenly understood why Professor McGonagall was so angry, but he still didn't understand what was going on.
He admitted that Tom was involved, after all, Tom was indeed deeply involved.
But where did Harry come from?!
The old man wore a helpless, bitter smile.
This time it wasn't a pretense; he truly felt that his life was too difficult. "As soon as I arrived at the school, I discovered the damage to the pasture and the castle.
There was no one in the castle, and I had no idea what happened yesterday.
That's why I asked Wilkinson to invite you over."
"Could you explain the situation to me before criticizing me?"
Professor McGonagall's expression softened slightly, but he still told her everything that happened yesterday.
The castle is protected by magic, and it is difficult to repair yesterday's damage with ordinary repair spells.
The best way is to rely on manpower to repair it.
In order to prevent students from entering the secret room, the house elves will deliver breakfast directly to the lounge today, and other people are not allowed to go out for the time being.
Dumbledore felt a headache when he heard this.
Of course he knew that the basilisk was hiding and sleeping in the secret room, but as long as he held the diary, it was no different from not existing, so he did nothing.
Why did Tom take Harry to the Chamber of Secrets and release the basilisk?
If you want to deal with him, can't you just do it in the secret room?
Others don't believe in Tom's strength, but Dumbledore is different. He can make a roasted snake out of the basilisk just by relying on the Vulcan he gave him for Christmas.
What happened in between?
Dumbledore wanted to ask Tom to come over, but Professor McGonagall just relayed the information. There must be a lot of things she didn't know, but the most important thing now was to comfort McGonagall.
"Minerva, I was wrong about this."
Dumbledore apologized sincerely before continuing: "The spread of secrets will not solve the problem, but a greater leak may cause unnecessary panic."
"Mr. Riddle has his own unique insights on how to deal with Voldemort. He even discovered the diary first and told me about it, so I'm confident he can fight against Voldemort in his fifth year."
"As for the basilisk...it's perfect for Mr. Riddle to hone his combat skills. Don't look at him the same way you would a regular student. Geniuses always need to constantly break the rules."
Dumbledore gritted his teeth and took the blame. He heard from Professor McGonagall that Tom had put all the blame on him yesterday. If he didn't accept it, who knew if this kid would retaliate and torture him.
"Then please give me more respect in the future." Professor McGonagall will not dwell on what has already happened. If you are making any dangerous decisions, as the vice-chancellor, I have the right to know.
"Next time, definitely next time," Dumbledore said sincerely. "Repair the ruins as soon as possible. As long as you can ensure that the students don't run around, let them out and play. They can't be locked up in their rooms all the time."
"Please inform Severus that I need to see Riddle."
"I see."
Professor McGonagall left, but Dumbledore still hadn't seen Tom.
Tom did not return from London until the damaged area of the floor was filled in the afternoon. As soon as he returned, he was called by Dumbledore and stayed in the office for a long time.
Then the two of them went to the secret room, and Tom didn't return to the lounge until very late.
He reached out to stop the group of little snakes that were about to pounce on him, said that he would know everything by tomorrow morning, and then slipped into the dormitory corridor.
In the study room, Grindelwald and Andros were no longer discussing the legacy left by Slytherin.
The two had a difference of opinion, not because Andros disagreed with blood fusion. Although he was full of righteousness, he was not a pedantic person. Especially in the barbaric era, strength was the most important means to ensure survival.
What he disapproved of was the specialized transformation of the human body that Slytherin performed in the experiment.
Although it could retain the advantages and characteristics of the fused bloodline to a greater extent, the use of black magic on oneself would also leave irreversible side effects.
"Didn't you see the Slytherin statue? It's as ugly as a monkey."
"And that Voldemort, he can no longer be called a human being. Last time he was in the Forbidden Forest like a snake, I thought he had learned yoga."
Grindelwald was helpless. "Andros, I didn't ask Tom or myself to transform according to the Slytherin method. This is only for my subordinates. For most people, appearance is not important. As long as they can become stronger, they don't care whether they are ugly or not."
"But I care." Andros was very serious this time: "Your men are Tom's men, aren't they? If Tom sees them from now on, I'll see them too. A bunch of men who look neither human nor ghost, they're obviously villains, okay?"
Grindelwald was speechless. Why did Andros even care about his subordinates' appearance?
Although he is also a face lover, he is not as nosy as Andros.
Neither of them could convince the other, and finally they had to ask for referee Ariana. Grindelwald had great confidence in Ariana, and after teaching her for so long, Ariana had a clear understanding of the importance of strength.
But who knew that the little girl would stab Grindelwald in the back immediately after she came over.
"No, how can I take Tom out with such an ugly subordinate in the future? I don't agree.
When Tom appeared, Grindelwald was lying in the rocking chair and doubting his life.
"What's wrong with him?" Tom asked, glancing at the listless Grindelwald.
Ariana explained the argument between the three people just now, and Tom was speechless after listening.
"Aren't you guys too bored? Forget about the side effects of black magic. Let's first figure out the multiple bloodline melting gold."
"Old G, you should sort out all the dark magic of Slytherin. Don't worry about the bloodline experiments. I will give the inheritance to Nico and let him study it.
Grindelwald nodded slightly. "Looking for him is indeed a good choice. This old man has lived too long."
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"You've been hanging out with Dumbledore all afternoon. What did you say?"
"What else can I say?" Tom shrugged. "He blamed me for nearly getting Harry killed, saying I should have told him in advance. Then I got tired of hearing that, so I just gave the diary back to him and asked him some questions about Horcruxes. Dumbledore was completely annoyed."
That's right, Dumbledore never told Tom that the diary was a Horcrux. He was probably scared by Voldemort. Even if he trusted Tom, he didn't want more people in the world to know about the existence of Horcruxes.
So when Tom said it, Dumbledore immediately put aside irrelevant things and began to care about the students' mental health.
Grindelwald could imagine that scene and couldn't help laughing.
"You really have grasped his weak spot."
"But Tom, this is a chance for eternal life. Are you really not tempted at all?"
Andros also looked at the boy curiously, wanting to hear his answer.
Tom shook his head. "I don't need immortality, but I must master the means to achieve it. That's undeniable. And what I want isn't the kind of lingering immortality offered by the Philosopher's Stone, but true eternal life."
"But I'm not an adult yet, so my needs aren't that urgent. I still have plenty of time."
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At this point, Tom couldn't help but laugh. "Greg, you know, Dumbledore promised to help me research the secrets of blood fusion, and even... was willing to find some experimental materials for me."
Grindelwald's expression changed slightly. He naturally understood what the experimental subject was.
But Grindelwald quickly regained his composure and said in a tone that was either mocking or playful: "Even though he parted ways with me, he still lived up to his motto throughout his life."
Ariana was a little confused.
But Andros understood.
For the greater good, as long as Tom can be stabilized and allowed to develop within a controllable range, so that he won't become the next Voldemort, then what does it matter if a few deserving lives are sacrificed?
On Monday, the young wizards came earlier than ever before, waiting to hear what Dumbledore would say today.
So far, the only news circulating in the castle is that the basilisk did come from the Chamber of Secrets, but no one knows how the Chamber of Secrets was opened or who the heir to Slytherin is.
Harry was also warned by Tom not to tell anyone about the Chamber of Secrets, including what Voldemort said and Ginny's experience of being bewitched.
No one had to wait in agony for too long. At 7:30, Dumbledore walked into the hall on time.
There was a clanging sound of knives and forks colliding, and all the students stared at him.
Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "It seems that everyone is very concerned about the safety of the school. Let me say a few words.
You are so simple at this time!
Countless people are complaining in their hearts, but we just want to hear the detailed process, okay?
"The legendary Chamber of Secrets does exist, and it is indeed a legacy left by the founder Slytherin." Dumbledore's voice was not loud, but it was accurately heard by everyone.
Many young Muggle-born wizards were pale.
"Please don't worry," Dumbledore comforted him. "The legacy Slytherin left behind was not, as the legend says, to eliminate students he considered unqualified. Instead, it simply left behind a portion of knowledge to prevent it from being lost in the future."
"The basilisk is the guardian of the Chamber of Secrets. Unfortunately, it was exploited by someone with ulterior motives, nearly causing irreparable damage."
Dumbledore paused, glancing at the Slytherin table. "According to the clues I've gathered, someone brought a dangerous magical item into the school, which led to the attack last semester."
Now it was Malfoy's turn to turn pale.