Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"It's a clever disguise, no wonder we've never been able to find it."

Lockhart looked at the entrance to the secret room that appeared in front of him, and exclaimed: "Who would have thought that what we have been looking for is not far from the scene."

He looked at the entrance carefully, and fired another puff of fireworks into the pipe.

The red light fell down and gradually disappeared. It seemed that the pipe was quite deep.

Lockhart looked at Harry and the others, "I'll go down and have a look later. If you don't see me coming up at night, you should inform Professor McGonagall."

Ron nodded, but Clark took a deep breath and looked up at Lockhart, "I'm going down too."

"What? What are you doing!" said Lockhart.

Harry also called out at this time, "I'll go too."

"That's me, too," Ron said daringly.

After a moment of silence.

Lockhart laughed and said: "You guys, you really deserve to be Gryffindor. Okay, I'll go first, Potter and Weasley follow, Clark you last."

Saying that, he put his legs into the tube.

The tube was so thin that it couldn't hold an adult, but when Lockhart put his legs in, it seemed to magically thicken.

Sure enough, as Clark said, the tube did not cure the Traceless Stretching Charm.

Lockhart didn't hesitate, he slid down and disappeared instantly.

Harry followed closely behind him, slowly got into the pipe, then let go and let himself fall.

Ron followed, and when they were all gone, Clark walked to the hole, looked around, and jumped into the pipe.

After he disappeared, the washbasin returned to its original state with a rumbling sound.

Harry slipped into the pipe and felt like he was racing down a dark, slimy, endless slide.

Neither Lockhart, who went down before him, nor Ron, who was behind him, could see them.

He could only see that in addition to the main pipe under him, there were many pipes that branched out in all directions, and he didn't know where to go, but none of them were as thick as this pipe.

This pipe twists and turns, winding seven times and eight times, and the **** is very steep all the way down.

Harry knew he had slid deep into the ground of the school, even deeper than those crypts.

Vaguely and directly, he seemed to hear Ron following him, making a slight bump around the corner, and a terrified cry.

Then, just when he started to worry about what happened next, he suddenly fell to the ground.

The water pipe became horizontal, with a faint glow from the front, and he emerged from the mouth of the pipe, and fell to the damp, soft mud with a thud.

It was a dark and eerie stone tunnel, big enough to stand in.

Very close to him, Lockhart was standing, the tip of his wand glowing brightly, illuminating the surrounding ground.

Harry got up from the ground, covered in mud, pale as a ghost from the rapid fall.

At this moment there was a shout from behind him, Harry stepped aside quickly, and Ron came out of the pipe with a whimper and landed in the place where he had just fallen, and he became a pair of brothers and sisters.

"Be careful!"

"Ugh, this **** sewage," Ron struggled to get up from the ground, "you should have reminded me earlier, where are we?"

"We must be miles below the school," Harry said, his voice echoing through the dark tunnel.

"Probably to the bottom of the lake," said Ron.

He narrowed his eyes and surveyed the dark, sticky walls around him.

At this time, there was the sound of an object sliding behind them. Harry knew that it must be Clark, and hurriedly shouted into the pipe, "Be careful, it's mud outside!"

Then, Clark flew out of the pipe with a whoosh.

But unlike Harry and the others, there seemed to be an invisible force acting on Clark, making him fall on the clean ground very smoothly.

Clark, who fell to the ground, looked at his surroundings, and Harry also whispered towards his wand, "Fluorescent flashing!"

The wand glowed, but it was so dark in the tunnel that they could only see a small area in front of them.

The light cast their shadows on the wet walls, looking like monsters and ghosts, especially eerie.

Seeing that they were all okay, Lockhart whispered, "Let's go," and began to lead the way.

The four people's feet clattered on the ground with stagnant water, making a loud noise.

"Remember," Clark whispered as they walked cautiously forward, "if you hear any strange noises, turn your heads and close your eyes at once!"

Harry and Ron nodded earnestly, but the tunnel was as quiet as a grave, silent, which only amplified the fear in their hearts.

The group of them cautiously moved deeper, with Professor Lockhart walking at the front of the team and Clark the last.

"Crack..." With a soft sound, Ron jumped up quickly, only to find that it was just stepping on a bat's skull.

Harry lowered his wand and found the water-covered ground littered with the skeletons of small animals.

Those bones still looked very complete, and there was no flesh and blood on them. It was obviously vomited out after being swallowed by the Basilisk.

Avoiding the dirt under their feet, they walked forward, turning a dark bend in the tunnel, and suddenly a light flashed before their eyes.

"Professor, there seems to be something there..." Ron said hoarsely, grabbing Harry's shoulder nervously.

The four of them stood still for a while, secretly watching the front.

A slightly empty cave appeared in front of them, and above their heads were stalactites hanging upside down, dripping with water droplets.

And not far away, the outline of a coiled behemoth, lying motionless on the other side of the tunnel.

From a distance, the dark green fluorescent light flickered on the behemoth, like the lights in the city, beautiful and full of temptation.

Is it a basilisk? !

"Maybe it's asleep," Ron gasped, looking back at the other three.

Harry looked at the behemoth, his heart beating fast, and he felt a dull pain in his chest, for fear that the basilisk would suddenly look up at him.

"You stay here."

Lockhart squinted his eyes as small and small as possible while still being able to see. He moved slowly forward on his side, holding his wand high in his hand.

"It's okay, come here."

The three of them heard Lockhart's call, walked closer, and with the help of fluorescence, they found that the thing was empty inside, which turned out to be a strip of snake skin.

"My God." Ron sighed feebly.

On the huge snake skin, the light scales were about the size of Clark's face, and the green glow radiated a weak magical light, very bright, and at a glance, it was known that its original owner was violent.

The whole snakeskin lay coiled on the ground of the tunnel, according to Clark's preliminary estimate, the basilisk that shed this skin must be at least twenty feet long.

He touched the snake's skin with his hand, sensed it a little, and sighed in disappointment. The snake's slough looked gorgeous, but in fact it didn't contain much magic.

"Are we waiting to face such a behemoth?" Ron's voice trembled.

"Perhaps." Clark replied meaningfully.

Since there was no magic on the snake skin, he just gave up the thing, and with Harry and the others, stepped over the huge snake slough and continued to head into the tunnel.

The journey wasn't too short, and they turned one corner after another, and along the way, Harry hoped to get to the end of the tunnel quickly, but at the same time was afraid that it really did.

Finally, after turning a corner, they found a solid wall standing in front of them.

On top of that wall were carved two intertwined stony vipers, with large, gleaming green gems in their eyes.

Harry stepped forward, feeling his throat dry, and even if no one spoke, he guessed what he had to do, and that's what he's down for the adventure, isn't it.

He cleared his throat and let out a low, hoarse hiss.

This time, he didn't need to make the two stone snakes real, because their emerald eyes twinkled in the light, and they looked exactly like life.

"Open."

Under the command of Parseltongue, the two stone snakes suddenly came to life and swam to both sides. The stone wall cracked from the middle, slowly revealing a passage.

"Okay, the door is open, let's go."

Looking at the opened door, Harry was just about to turn his head, but the next moment, his eyes went black, and the back of his head felt like he was hit hard. With a "thump", he and Ron fell to the wet ground.

"Oh, I have to say, you are really serious about your friends."

Lockhart smiled and looked at Clark standing next to him, "If the two of them know that their best friend is also a liar, I'm afraid it will collapse."

"That's your craft, Lockhart 'Teacher'."

Clark walked up to Harry and Ron with a smile on his face, and gently kicked their bodies with the tip of his horn. Seeing that there was no response from the two, he nodded with satisfaction.

Yes, all of this is just a scam.

Clark and Lockhart, the little liar and the big liar, were originally together. The so-called self-exposure, persuasion, getting lost, destroying the basilisk and saving the students were just performances designed by them in advance.

In this wave, one wolf blew himself up, another jumped backwards, and stabbed two civilians!

"Don't worry, my oblivion spell is guaranteed to make them invisible at all." Lockhart played with the wand in his hand, his face full of confidence.

"That's good," Clark came to Lockhart. "Then I'll go first, and the two of them will be handed over to you. I'll pay attention to the sound later."

"I know." Lockhart nodded.

Clark turned to leave, when Lockhart's voice sounded behind him, "You promise me, it counts."

"Don't worry, we liars don't cheat liars." Clark waved his hands with his back to him and walked into the dark tunnel.

"Oh, this guy!" Lockhart looked at his disappearing back, chuckled lightly, then walked to Harry's side and began to wait patiently.

Clark strode into the portal, and in front of him was Slytherin's secret room.

It was the first time he had come here, and the few times he controlled the basilisk's attack before, he used the spirit crystal servant to remotely control it.

Otherwise, he would not be able to launch an attack while acting with his classmates to create alibi and get rid of suspicion.

Clark was standing in the corner of a long, dimly lit room.

With his arrival, a raging fire suddenly ignited in this secret room that no one has set foot in for fifty years.

The magical flames glowed green in the stone basin, illuminating the many stone pillars coiled around the serpent, the marble floor of the water mill, and the faintly tall statue not far away.

Clark walked calmly in the empty room, the towering stone pillars supported the ceiling that melted into the darkness above, casting long, eerie dark shadows on the room filled with greenery and mystery.

He walked through the stone pillars coiled by the giant snakes, and when he reached the last pair, the tall statue originally hidden in the shadows was clearly presented in front of him.

It was a magnificent work as tall as the room itself.

An old, thin monkey-like face, and a long, sparse beard dragged almost all the way to the hem of the stone wizard's robes.

The sharp-mouthed monkey gills, with a thin body, like this, is Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

Clark is not surprised by the appearance of Slytherin, because this is in line with the situation that the other party often studies black magic and is thus affected by chaotic magic.

He walked directly to the middle of the statue's two large gray feet, then took out the magic pocket he carried with him, and took out all kinds of ritual utensils from it.

The scorching, crimson blood of the dragon was mixed with the heavy mercury, mixed into magic ink, and a huge circle was drawn ~www.readwn.com~ and then an equilateral triangle that intersected the circle.

Pointing scales and books, combined into mysterious pictograms, occupy all the space inside the triangle.

Soon, a magic circle used to communicate and worship the [God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic] - Ogma was completed.

Well, a little bit of magical energy and mysterious elements!

Clark stood in the center of the magic circle, carefully piled up a hundred golden Galleons that shone with charming light, and then gently put down a feather on top.

On the white feathers, ancient riddles with magical power are naturally written, which are the feathers of the Sphinx, that is, the Sphinx.

As magical animals unique to ancient Egypt, their feathers are widely used in alchemy and are a symbol of mystery, with various elements such as 'secret', 'wisdom' and 'knowledge'.

"Okay, everything is ready, it's time for our protagonist to appear."

Clark stepped out of the magic circle and took out the diary that belonged to Tom Riddle from his arms.