Voldemort had no idea that the trap he had set would be discovered by his Horcrux, and he treated Bree as his own child as a matter of course. Voldemort did not have such a bastard son.
The black energy on Xiu Xiu's body became more and more fierce. The long-term torture made his soul fragmented. It was only held together by strong hatred and unwillingness. He stared at Bree with bloodthirsty, as if he wanted to rush at any moment. Come out of Xiu Xiu's body and bite Brie.
The situation of Voldemort's soul made Bree's eyes light up. This is the soul he has been looking for. Only a soul that is almost shattered and broken but extremely gathered can make a perfect house elf.
Well done, Tom!
Blood-red cracks continued to spread on Sniff's body, and Voldemort roared: "This is a trap. Take a closer look at the contract on me. We cannot complete the creation of living creatures, you idiot!"
A contract appeared on Voldemort's soul, and what was connected to it was Bree's wrist. The difference was that the restraints on Bree's body were extremely weak, while Voldemort's body was full of shackles.
Voldemort originally thought he could control Bree, and only regarded Bree as a scheming 12-year-old child who pursued power. But he was wrong. In the dark lamp, Bree learned how to make Horcruxes. He stopped seeing him until Xiu Xiu knocked over the wick and he was able to see the light of day again.
Tom stared blankly at Voldemort, who was still struggling. He knew that the contract on his body was also a trap that could make one person surrender to another person, but it was obvious that his future life failed and was countered by Bree.
"Sorry, Tom, I didn't know that you were Voldemort's predecessor. Sniff stole Nico and accidentally took away my sealed Voldemort."
Bree said to Tom calmly: "I think you are different from Voldemort. You have emotions and reason that he doesn't understand. Maybe we can become friends."
Tom's heart was pounding, and he gritted his teeth and said, "So this blood magic is fake?"
"Of course." Bree couldn't bear it and said awkwardly: "Maybe I can do it in the future and help you be a child, but obviously last year's Voldemort has not reached this point. He is not an expert in this area, he just wants to deceive Fooling stupid kids.”
Bree said, looking at Tom, who was 16 years old and 1.75 meters tall, and couldn't help but smile in her heart: Voldemort in his youth was so innocent and cute.
Silly boy Tom's face darkened, he lowered his head, his cheeks blushed unconsciously, and the tips of his ears turned pink.
"Damn it!" Tom snapped: "Are you laughing at me, Bree!"
Tom stared at Bree with shame and anger. Voldemort on the side saw this and immediately said seductively: "Let me out quickly. You have not made a contract with him. Kill him!"
"Ah!" Voldemort's strong murderous intention towards Bree made Voldemort cry out in pain, and the tragic screams echoed in the stone hall. The professors outside had just come down when they found a giant snake coming towards them. Snee had no time to react. Pu hurriedly waved his wand, and a powerful black magic hit him.
Professor McGonagall threw many buttons, and soon the buttons turned into giant tigers and pounced on the basilisk. Professor Flitwick also used the powerful magic he knew to hit the basilisk hard.
For a moment, the magic shines wildly.
Unfortunately, the basilisk was rough-skinned and fleshy, but its face only became more angry. It quickly passed the professor and prepared to rush out of the hole with its bloody snake body.
"Stop it, the kids are outside!"
Unfortunately, the basilisk was extremely fast. In an instant, it broke through the elevator transformed by Professor McGonagall and rushed out of the secret room.
The bathroom door was instantly knocked open, and the basilisk rushed upstairs desperately, looking for the little wizard of Hogwarts.
The professors hurriedly used magic to create items and chased them out.
"Must find it!"
The basilisk was so fast just now that the professors didn't even react. Thinking about it now, they should have closed the door to the secret room!
At this time, on the seventh floor, Luna had been taken to Ravenclaw's tower by Sprout, while Harry, Ron and Yana were being taken to the Gryffindor lounge by Professor Lockhart.
"Don't worry, Professor Lockhart will send you all to the dormitory safely. I will also participate in the battle with the basilisk later, which will be recorded in my book!"
At this moment, a ferocious scream came from downstairs. Harry immediately looked down from the guardrail and saw Snape waving his wand, and a stream of ink-black light hit the giant monster that was constantly shuttling in the corridor. The basilisk, and because Snape couldn't look directly into the basilisk's eyes, Snape kept dodging, looking very embarrassed.
Professors McGonagall and Flitwick also continued to support Snape, but the basilisk was too cunning, making it difficult for them to trap it.
"Oh, oh, God, let's run!"
Lockhart gave the order and took the lead in running towards the Gryffindor lounge. There were other professors guarding there at the moment, and he didn't want to be swallowed up by the basilisk.
"Don't run, Professor Lockhart!"
Harry shouted loudly, but Lockhart didn't listen to him at all, and this also attracted the attention of the basilisk. The basilisk immediately rushed towards them. Snape heard Harry's voice and immediately blocked it. Basilisk, but was also hit by the Basilisk's tail and almost hit the wall.
Professor McGonagall took out the dagger from his pocket and threw it hard. The dagger turned into a steel eagle and kept rushing towards the basilisk's eyes, intending to peck it out.
"Don't leave, go to the secret room. Someone must be controlling the basilisk in the secret room!"
Harry suddenly realized it. He looked at the basilisk that was constantly fighting with the professor. The hissing voice of the basilisk conveyed the message that it wanted to involve the professor. This proved that there were still people in the secret room doing shady things!
Harry looked at Ron, nodded seriously and said, "The murderer must be in the secret room!"
"murderer?"
Ron, whose eyes became sharp, immediately said: "We have to find him and punish him severely. He petrified my sister and brothers!"
Harry and Ron looked at each other and immediately left the seventh floor and ran from the path to the secret room.
Yana looked behind her and said indifferently: "Impulsive lion, huh."
She transformed into a little wolf and ran downstairs. She just smelled Bree's breath, which came from the damp smell in the secret room.
The fighting in the corridor became more and more intense, and the basilisk gradually became unable to hold on any longer. The little wizards in the lounge listened to the sound of fighting outside and waited for the result in fear.
Lockhart, who was escaping, suddenly looked at Harry, who was running downstairs. His eyes lit up, and a ferocious snake face slowly appeared on his wand.
"Go to the Chamber of Secrets, Lockhart. Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is there, and all the magical books. This is what you are looking for. It will help you."
Lockhart chuckled strangely and said, "I thought you had been killed by me in the Room of Requirement. I didn't expect you could still speak."
"You should believe me, Lockhart. No one can stop you from forgetting everything. You can go to the secret room with confidence and kill the guy who ruined my plan."
"Of course, as you wish, the great Lockhart also recognized the deal between us. I helped you find the Sorting Hat, and you helped me find the treasures left by the Big Four, but now you have to satisfy me first."
After Lockhart finished speaking, without waiting for a response, he followed Harry with a hidden figure.
…
Just as Lockhart and Harry rushed to the Chamber of Secrets, Voldemort in Xiu Xiu smiled sinisterly, waiting for the arrival of his soul fragment.
It is difficult for a soul fragment that is too weak to give birth to self-awareness, unless a large piece is split in two and has no connection with the rest of the soul body. The soul fragment on Lockhart's wand has always been controlled by him.
Voldemort, who was thinking this way, looked at Tom, who was still struggling and didn't know how to take action. The anger in his heart became even higher.
"What are you waiting for!"
Tom's eyes were complicated, but he still slowly stretched out his hand.
"Although it was not your fault, I must erase this stupid thing." Tom looked at Bree seriously and said: "Don't worry, I will kill him too. No one can know about me." Mistakes, including mine.”
Tom retreated quickly, wanting to rush into Azar's body, but at this moment, the cold air on the ground spread quickly, and the biting coldness could even affect the soul. Ice crystals instantly condensed on Tom's feet, and in the blink of an eye, Tom's feet were covered with ice. His legs were frozen in place.
Of course, this still couldn't stop Tom, but Bree took out the diary again. The diary was covered with a thin layer of frost. Tom, who had been damaged along with the diary, could not break free from the ice on his feet. piece.
"Soul magic!"
Tom suddenly looked at Voldemort and said sternly: "You taught him that!"
Voldemort was choked into silence for a while, and then became furious.
"Hmph, I only gave him enlightenment. Who knew he could learn so quickly? He is obviously an idiot when it comes to learning snake language!"
After hearing Voldemort's words, Tom's mind flashed to the scene where he discovered that Bree was studying soul magic, and he communicated with Bree eagerly and imparted some experience to him without reservation. Suddenly, he became silent and did not speak, because except for the soul In addition to magic, whenever Tom found out what Bree was studying, he would talk to him and tell him what he knew. At this time, he had already discovered many Slytherin artifacts in Slytherin's secret room. The magical information that came down was knowledge that Dumbledore had not even touched.
The frozen Tom seemed to have his heart frozen, and his voice was cold and inarticulate.
"Are you trying to kill me?"
Tom looked at Bree silently, not knowing what answer he was waiting for. His eyes were indescribably vague and sad.
"This world has deceived my feelings for the first time, but I have never been so happy..." Tom carefully used the soul power in his body to break the ice under his feet, but he said sincerely and sadly on his face: "I originally thought I would not I have feelings, but when I discovered blood magic here, I was so happy that I could do anything for you."
Bree's soul magic is unexpectedly strong, which makes Tom feel a little troublesome.
Bree glanced at the pretentious Tom, a chill flashed in the corner of her eyes, but she still said: "Don't do anything stupid, I'm not planning to kill you."
"I just want to...make a Horcrux. Of course, this requires a soul as a test subject."
Bree looked at Voldemort and said: "Maybe I have to thank you for the crucible. I have all the materials ready, all I need is this."
The secret room is a very nice place, and no one will disturb it. If there is, it will be after he made the house elf.
Now he has to hurry up and arrange everything, especially cleaning up the blood magic. If Dumbledore comes, it will cause more trouble.
That old bee is no master of the soul.
Briley captured the cauldron with a flying spell. The sound of the cauldron hitting the ground shocked Voldemort and Tom's expressions.
"You want to make a Horcrux now?" Tom asked in disbelief.
Bree nodded slightly and said noncommittally: "Dumbledore is in Hogwarts. I can confirm that I must take advantage of the current chaos to hide it from his eyes and ears."
Bree took out the materials that she had kept in her pocket using the shrinking spell and the traceless stretching spell. Familiar materials came into view one by one. Tom's eyes widened, because these materials were not only used to make Horcruxes, but also more. It's a resurrection horcrux.
And Voldemort thought he had deceived Bree with excessive methods of making Horcruxes. When he told Bree to make Horcruxes, he even added the steps of resurrection, but he did not indicate that it was resurrection, but regarded it as an additional step. ceremony.
In fact, the resurrection ritual can be done without a Horcrux as a prerequisite, as long as there is a soul, but the things and the quality of the soul required for this ritual are not simple.
Bree looked at Tom's hesitant expression, and Voldemort's excited, soul-trembling look, and smiled secretly. Of course he knew what the steps were for making a Horcrux.
A death curse, a life with complete intelligence, strong feelings of hatred... This will split the soul, but it will also make the split soul suffer. This is the first condition for making a Horcrux.
Then a container is needed to store the split soul, and a special immortal contract is carved with powerful soul magic, so that the soul and the container can share the years. In this way, a Horcrux is completed.
It's very simple, but the dangers involved are unimaginable. Splitting the soul is dangerous. If you are not careful, it will be completely broken. The seal carving of the container is also cautious. The slightest error will turn the soul into a stupid monster.
Of course, a soul that has been divided too much is no different from a monster.
Brie took out an alchemy item at random and threw it in front of Sniff. Brie slightly unlocked some of Voldemort's seals. Now that Voldemort had a split soul, he didn't need an intelligent life as an inducement.
"As you wish, our agreement still works, Oded."
Seeing Oude starting to prepare for resurrection, Voldemort suppressed his excitement. He meekly said: "I will help you experiment in advance. By then, the contract between us will also disappear. This is a win-win situation. I will swear , we will no longer be enemies with Oude, we can be friends."
Tom on the side snorted coldly.
friend?
Bree doesn't believe in Voldemort's friendship. Tom has said before that he thinks of his friends, that is, they are a group of guys who can be used. Tom even thinks that friendship is the least trustworthy, let alone Voldemort.
Without any rebuttal, Bree quietly brewed the potion, put the diary aside on the ground, and picked up a small bottle.
"According to what you said, three key things are needed to make this ritual."
Bree's eyes were dark, and she said to Voldemort: "The first one is my father's bones. I have no intention of donating them so that his son can be reborn."
Father?
Voldemort and Tom's eyes were fixed on the bottle in Bree's hand. Voldemort smiled in admiration: "It seems that my stupid predecessor has exposed himself, and it is not completely useless. At least you can find it based on his name." Here comes the dirty bones.”
Tom clenched his fists, and he lowered his head and thought strangely and reluctantly, if I am Brie's father and Brie needs to be resurrected, then where should he find my bones...
Then, Tom slowly raised his head and looked at the pot of resurrection potion with great longing in his heart.
He was originally prepared to be resurrected in this way, but because of Bree, he stopped before and was ready to watch Bree grow up at Hogwarts, but now there is no need. The opportunity is right in front of him. Compared with the soul he is about to become, The Voldemort of the weapon, he is now a ready-made Horcrux.
But it seems that Brie has other considerations for him.
The ice beneath Tom's feet melted a little and became fragile, and the diary on the ground also shone with a strange light. He had absorbed too much soul power, so it was not like he couldn't do anything.
After Voldemort praised him, he looked at Tom coldly.
"You should take that thing out and make amends for your sins!"
Voldemort was talking about the Sorting Hat, which was still in Azar's arms. Unfortunately, Tom was unmoved and did not even look at Voldemort.
Voldemort was furious, but he couldn't care less as he was resurrected.
"A soul is still needed, and there can be no mistakes in the ceremony."
The bloodshot blood on Xiu Xiu's body spread rapidly, and Voldemort, who spoke through Sniff's mouth, shouted: "Avada Kedavra!"
A green light condensed on Xiu Xiu's hand and pointed at Xiu Xiu himself.
"bump!"
Xiu Xiu's body collapsed completely and fell into several pieces on the ground. A dark soul rushed out and suddenly fell into an alchemy item lying on the ground.
In an instant, a Horcrux was perfectly born, and at this moment, Harry, who had just arrived in the secret room, covered the scar on his forehead and groaned in pain, as if something exploded in his mind, and fainted to the ground.
Ron was frightened and hurriedly supported Harry. Anna, who came over, took a look and immediately jumped down the passage of the secret room, using her wolf claws to climb down slowly. Lockhart had a strange look in his eyes, too. He moved closer to Harry.
"What's going on here?"
"ah!"
In the secret room, Voldemort, who had just turned into a Horcrux, was in great pain in the Horcrux, but soon the pain receded, but it also made him extremely weak.
The same goes for Tom on the side. He bent over and knelt on the ground. The ice on his feet had been completely broken off, but his face was extremely white and his soul was too painful to move.
Bree held the bottle and looked at Tom and Voldemort who suddenly appeared strangely. He frowned. He had read in some of Box's books about the soul that if the soul was split too many times to make magic items, then the soul would be destroyed. It will completely collapse, and the only warning is that there will be fluctuations when the soul is made into seven magic items. After that, making magic items again will be the behavior of a troll.
So... Voldemort already has seven Horcruxes?
Now Voldemort obviously knows this. As Horcruxes, they can all sense this. Except for the half of the main soul that is floating outside, they can all suffer soul-tearing pain.
Tom calmed down and said coldly: "The seventh Horcrux?"
He was simply crazy. Tom couldn't believe that his descendant could do such a crazy thing.
Voldemort wondered: "I only made five, this is the sixth... No, it's Harry Potter!"
Voldemort suddenly remembered, and a maniacal laughter came from the Horcrux: "Hahaha, Dumbledore, you have defeated me again. The savior is my Horcrux. Only by killing him can you truly kill me! "
Bree put down what he said was the bone of Voldemort's father. In fact, it was the bone of a servant that he had prepared according to the instructions of the house elves, made of grass, wood, earth and stone.
"I need the meat of the servants now." It was actually the meat of Voldemort's kin, but the Slytherin family had long since died without a trace, so where did the meat come from.
Bree looked at the product of Voldemort's blood magic in the crucible. Isn't this the flesh and blood of the same race? Although it was not made into a successful life, it still left traces.
"And the enemy's blood..."
Brie smiled, opened her wrist, dripped the blood and said, "I think your hateful eyes can prove my position."
When Bree's blood dripped, a powerful magical aura burst out from the crucible, and evil was full of life. Even hell hated its existence.
Voldemort stared at the pot of potion with fascination, and Tom stared closely.
They both shouted in their hearts: This is the resurrection potion!
But Bree thought to herself: This is how house elves are made——
The bones of the servant are made of grass, wood, earth and stone, the body of the servant is made of the blood of the same race, the heart of the servant is forged with the blood of the master, and then the soul is bound by a contract, and the soul is locked into the body of the alchemy servant, making it work for the master for all life, even if the body is Even after old age and death, one will be reborn as a soul under the influence of a magical contract...
"Put me in quickly!" Voldemort shouted loudly. His desire for resurrection made it difficult for him to suppress his emotions. He could no longer care about Bree's discovery of his true purpose. Resurrection was just around the corner!
Bree picked up Voldemort's Horcrux on the ground and was about to throw it into the crucible.
"thump!"
Bree was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the juice splashing in the crucible. The black diary slowly sank into it, and the power of magic continued to emerge. Waves of ripples told Bree that this pot could not accommodate it. The second Horcrux.
"Tom?"
Bree didn't know what her expression was now, and she didn't know how to explain to Tom that the contents of the pot were a trap prepared for Voldemort. He just trusted Tom out of habit, so he didn't restrict him too much. But this is definitely not a reason for Tom to be stupid.
"Why can't it be me, Brie? Maybe Voldemort didn't tell you that this is a resurrection ceremony... haha." Tom smiled happily, looking very happy to see Brie's deflated appearance.
"My little Brie, we are not just father and son by blood. You really like me. Come to me...ah!"
Tom's soul suddenly roared in pain, and he was sucked into the crucible before he could react. What the so-called resurrection brought him was not a happy process, but tearing apart again and again. This was completely different from the resurrection ceremony he knew. Different, those potions carved a master-servant contract belonging to Bree in his soul, making him furious.
Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do but wait for the ceremony to be completed.
"This is not a resurrection ceremony!"
Voldemort shouted in Horcrux, horrified: "You knew it already!"
"Of course." Brie sighed helplessly: "It seems that I don't need to touch the soul in the crown."
Bree's previous plan was to use Voldemort's soul to make a house elf, then use the soul in the diadem to swap with Tom's soul in the diary, and then give the diary to Dumbledore, so that Dumbledore, who already knew about the existence of the diary, Don't be suspicious, Lido, but at this moment, it's a little beyond Bree's arrangement.
The juice in the crucible has completely disappeared, leaving only a black diary and the naked body of a 17-year-old boy. He is groaning in pain, and the skin and flesh on his body are cracked inch by inch, and cracks are spreading, and then... Healed by magic, he was now too weak and painful to move a finger.
But he still said intermittently and unwillingly to Bree with full of anger: "You, you..."
Tom wanted to question Bree, but under a master-servant contract comparable to that of a house elf, it was difficult for him to speak out.
"Stop talking, you stupid guy. Why do you jump into a trap when you encounter it?"
Brie picked up the diary in the crucible with a headache. At this time, the soul in the diary had disappeared and turned into an ordinary alchemy item. He threw the diary next to Azar.
As for Voldemort's soul in his hand, he had a headache and gathered a fierce fire in the other hand, burning the protection of the alchemy items on it, exposing Voldemort's soul.
As Voldemort screamed, a soft purple light appeared in Bree's eyes, and she took out the soul magic stone obtained from Box and Elsie's magic stone representing death, absorbing Voldemort's soul and transforming it into pure The soul power repaired Tom's body.
Only the soul of the same origin can repair Tom's current condition.
"You can't do this, I can bring you more!"
On the contract between Bree and Voldemort, the balance gradually shifted as Bree seized Voldemort's power, which made Bree slowly stop her movements.
Voldemort understood that it was easy for Bree to kill him. As long as he hit it with one hit, the contract would not take effect like he did last year, and there would be an irreversible situation.
"Your opponent is Dumbledore, not me, and my opponent is not you, but magic."
Bree ignored the screaming Voldemort and continued to transform Voldemort's soul.
Voldemort went crazy and roared violently: "No, you dirty guy, the noble Voldemort cannot be killed by you!"
"boom!"
Powerful magic burst out from Voldemort's soul. Brie used the soul stone to continuously seize this power and convert it into supplies for Tom. However, Voldemort's emotions and methods were too crazy, and the speed of self-destruction of his soul surprised Brie.
The participating Voldemort powers filled the air and rapidly lost their vitality, making Bree unable to use them.
Just when Voldemort exploded, after enduring the pain from the scar in the bathroom, Harry woke up and took Ron and Lockhart into the secret room.
A faint light flickered on Lockhart's wand, and a faint sense of autonomy awakened.
…
"Perhaps you have heard..." Bree suddenly stopped talking and glanced at the powerless Tom worriedly before continuing: "I am going to add something to the resurrection ceremony, and the target is Voldemort, not you. Voldemort's soul was broken into scattered pieces by your torture, which exactly meets the requirements of this ritual, but your soul is in one piece, so now there are some side effects."
Tom could feel that now he was resurrected and was still firmly tied to this body, but his soul was engraved with Bree's name, forming an indelible master-servant contract.
And his physical body kept collapsing due to errors in the ritual, causing endless pain.
Bree put away the death stone and hung the soul stone around Tom's neck.
"Try to let the soul hide inside."
Tom frowned, but obeyed Bree's instructions. In an instant, he was out of pain, which made his soul feel much more comfortable.
And Bree cast a transformation spell on Tom who was naked, wrapping him in a black wizard's robe, and then caressed him out of the crucible.
Bridanmo said: "By the way, I want to tell you that this contract is made according to the house elves."
The mystery was not elaborated, but Bree believed that Tom could understand the current situation, and under the contract, Tom could not do anything detrimental to him.
"Originally, I just wanted to change your place and make you the elf in my notebook, but it seems that you prefer another identity."
Bree took out his notes and found the teleportation anchor point in the turret. With a wave of his hand, the crucible flew in. Bree didn't want Dumbledore to discover too much.
As for Azar and the useless diary, the atmosphere of Voldemort here is the answer, and Dumbledore will explain himself.
Bree took Tom out of the secret room, and the entire stone hall fell into silence again until Harry and Ron arrived.
Yana, the little wolf cub sniffed, immediately looked into the air with disgust, and quickly left here. Bree's breath had disappeared, and she had just left.
"Azar!" Ron looked at Azar lying not far from the statue in the stone hall in surprise. He pointed at him and called to Harry: "The murderer must have controlled him. Let's go and see him." Is he dead? He has disappeared for several months!"
"Wait, Ron!"
Harry looked at the diary that fell next to Azar and asked in surprise: "Why is it here?"
But now is not the time for Harry to be confused. Lockhart looked at Slytherin's decrepit statue and said excitedly: "Yes, this is it, Slytherin's real secret room!"
Harry looked at the glowing wand in Lockhart's hand and swallowed. When a snake face that Harry was very familiar with appeared on Lockhart's wand, Harry's eyes widened even more!
Voldemort!
Lockhart and Snake Face communicated: "Oh, tell me how to get in!"
"We have to hurry up. The wealth in the secret room belongs to Lockhart, and we can't let anyone else take it."
Harry looked at the snake face on the wand, pulled Ron back, squeezed his wand, and said viciously: "What are you doing, Lockhart!"
"Oh, you should say Professor, don't call me by his first name. Of course, you have to call me the Great Magician Lockhart from now on!"
Lockhart looked happy. He stared at the statue of Slytherin, showing his white teeth and said: "Is Slytherin's secret room in the sewer? That must be something only a fool would think. What's more? A secret room with a door."
What, there is a secret room within the secret room?
Harry looked at Lockhart in disbelief, and then said: "You are the murderer, right?"
"Of course not, I just happened to meet the first murderer, but obviously there are many people who know the secret room, and there are also many who can control the basilisk."
With a gloomy expression, Lockhart took out a piece of parchment from his arms, which was filled with the secret rooms of Hogwarts and dotted with names. At this time, several deans were looking for the basilisk and ran towards Grant. Fendo's basilisk, while the little wizards were gathered in the lounge, guarded by some professors.
As they entered the stone hall just now, new locations gradually appeared on the map.
"A great alchemical masterpiece, but it has become a good tool for naughty students to use wild things. This should belong to Lockhart!"
Looking at the names flashing on the map belonging to Hogwarts, while the professors were still fighting the basilisk outside, Lockhart was a little disappointed and said: "It's a pity, only the places recorded on the map will be fully displayed. But this is also an amazing thing.”
"When I explore Slytherin's secret chamber, I will find the guy who took away the crown, and find all the treasures of the other three giants for my own use. Haha, the great Lockhart will become the great master." Magician!"
With that said, Lockhart said to Harry: "So now it's your honor. Our savior has to accompany his professor to record the secret room completely on this map, and by the way, use Parselang to open the door inside. , let me see the dead Slytherin."
"No, you bad guy, I can't let you succeed!"
Harry and Ron stared at Lockhart angrily, but what they didn't see was that the light on Lockhart's wand became brighter and brighter, and the surrounding souls of Voldemort who had not completely disappeared poured into Lockhart's wand. , together with the hatred and violent emotions brought about by the crazy actions when death comes, are also integrated with the consciousness that has just awakened in the curse.
The bloodthirsty and irrational Voldemort appeared on the wand, and he said ferociously: "Hiss!"
Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four!
"boom!"
The statue of Slytherin began to tremble, and the sudden sound attracted the attention of several people.
Lockhart exclaimed; "Oh, your ugliness almost scared me, how could you..."
Lockhart looked at the wand with a ferocious expression on his face and hurriedly threw it out. A black energy with a brutal aura suddenly erupted from the wand. If Lockhart had been a step too late, this aura would have enveloped him.
"Fortunately, Lockhart is astute enough."
Looking at Ron who was still stunned and Harry who was alert, Lockhart hurriedly stepped forward, took away Ron and Harry's wands, held them high and shouted: "Don't think that Lockhart will not disarm after losing his wand." Magic, look, this wand is really shabby, maybe after going out, the friendly and kind-hearted Professor Lockhart will help his students, but this must be under the premise that you can remember what happened here."
Lockhart raised Harry's wand and shouted to Harry and Ron: "If you forget..."
"Boom!"
Before Lockhart could finish speaking, the statue of Slytherin opened its mouth, revealing the true location of the secret chamber.
"Oh, good job, snake-faced wand, but a spell won't delay my search time. The professor outside is still blocked by a basilisk, haha!"
But when the real secret room of Slytherin was opened, fighting with the professor on the spiral staircase of Hogwarts, the scarred basilisk seemed to sense something and immediately rushed to the second floor, but this It also found an opportunity for the flying steel giant eagle to peck out one of its eyes. Under the severe pain, the basilisk looked up to the sky and roared, twitching its giant tail angrily.
Several professors would not miss this opportunity. They immediately took action to restrain the basilisk. The giant steel eagle flying in the sky turned into a dagger and stabbed into the basilisk's brain from the bloody snake eyes.
"hold head high!"
The remaining snake boy of the basilisk gradually lost its vitality and fell from the entrenched aerial staircase.
Just hear a "Boom!"
The basilisk fell into the hall under the constant impact of the stairs, completely lifeless.
In the secret room, Lockhart pointed at Harry and Ron and continued the curse: "Forget everything!"
"Chirp!" A phoenix suddenly appeared, flashing rapidly and blocking the spell. However, the powerful Oblivion still enveloped Harry and Ron, and they fell down suddenly.
Lockhart looked panicked. This is Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes!
Lockhart looked at the secret room and hurriedly ran inside, but the black energy on the ground also took the opportunity to burst out and rush towards them.
The phoenix suddenly dimmed, and the consciousness in its brain gradually faded, but its duty to protect the little wizard still existed. A blazing flame appeared around it, firmly protecting Harry and Ron, as well as Azar beside it. As for Loha Especially, because the distance was too far, he couldn't even run over.
The violent black energy climbed up Lockhart's body and poured from his mouth. When the black energy in the stone hall completely disappeared, Lockhart also fell to the ground, as the Slytherin statue There was a closing sound from the mouth, and the place fell into silence again.
At this time, after the professors confirmed that the basilisk was dead, the young wizards at Hogwarts also rushed out of the dormitory, shouting: "The basilisk is dead, the professors killed it!"
"That's so cool, why didn't I come out to see it!"
Most of the little wizards in Ravenclaw are holding a book about basilisks, and it seems that they are not idle in the lounge.
The people in Slytherin all looked bad. After all, the Basilisk came out of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. This also represented the power of Slytherin hidden in Hogwarts, but now it was killed. There is also the contribution of his own dean.
A young wizard from Hufflepuff looked at the fallen giant basilisk and asked involuntarily: "Can the basilisk be eaten?"
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