Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

As Clark knows, wizards rely on blood to pass on their magic, and their main attribute is actually charisma.

So when the Dark Lord was young, he was also a handsome guy.

The dark curly hair, deep eyes, and pointed chin add a bit of grimness to him, and the straight bridge of the nose proves that Voldemort once had a nose.

The black-red eggshell shattered under his feet, twisted by mana into a black-red wizard's robe, draped over him.

The Dark Lord Tom Riddle, who looked about sixteen years old, stood in the middle of the magic circle, just like he was back fifty years ago, when he was standing in Slytherin's secret room like this, facing him. Huge statue of ancestors.

While observing Tom Riddle's figure, Clark began to check his personal attributes after reincarnation through the system.

Name: Tom Riddle

Age: 67

Race: human/basilisk

Attributes: Strength 11, Dexterity 11, Constitution 12, Intelligence 16, Wisdom 14, Charisma 17

Alignment: Evil Lawful

Divinity: Death (1)

Occupation: Wizard 6/Trickster 5

Status: Disordered blood vessels (stable...)

Occupational Skills: Concentration 61, Bluff 78, Arcane Knowledge 86, Spellcraft 73, Diplomacy 74, Gather Information 65, Sense Motive 70, Occlumency 75, Escape 62, Hide 77, Snake Whisper 88, Intimidate 69

Talent template: Soft Rice Master, Villain Dies Too Much, Protagonist's Enemy

Personal Feats: Magic Genius, Mobile Casting, Combat Casting, Lobbying Expert, Spell Focus (Necromancy), Spell Focus (Illusion), Spell Proficiency, Mastery Counterspell, Spell Silent

Legendary feat: ? ? ?

Occupational Traits: Sneak Attack, Forced Sneak Attack, Ranged Technique

Spell: Transforming...

Hmm... well, pretty standard Crispy Mage template.

Clark looked at Tom's 5th-level trickster and nodded. It seemed that his method of helping people change jobs was correct. Of course, Tom Riddle could not only have a mere 6th-level wizard profession.

Obviously, under his operation, some of the other's wizard professions have been converted into trickster professions.

However, it may be because Tom's wizard profession level is too high, which leads to the deep penetration of Chaos magic power, or Clark's skills are not in place.

"The speed of transformation is still too fast, it should be brewing for a while..."

Clark recalled the transformation process just now, took the key points in his mind, and then shouted at Tom Riddle's back, "Tom... is that you?"

Tom Riddle did not answer him, but raised his hands, first glanced at his palms, then clenched his fists, feeling the real sense of power, and finally raised his head and laughed wanton.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-"

The strange laughter echoed in the dark secret room, and it looked extraordinarily strange. If it was replaced by a timid one, I was afraid that he would be scared and sick.

"This feeling...this feeling...it's wonderful!"

Tom Riddle took a deep breath, the first breath in more than 50 years, which made him feel that the air in this secret room was so sweet, and he couldn't help taking a few more breaths.

At this time, Clark said behind him again: "I have resurrected you as agreed, Tom, you should fulfill your agreement."

"Hehe - Clark - I should thank you so much."

Tom Riddle turned around and looked at Clark with a playful expression, "I will thank you very much for taking care of me during this time..."

"Your forehead!"

Clark pretended to be afraid, and took a few steps back in fright. It turned out that there was a colorful crystal stone inlaid on Tom Riddle's forehead.

"Oh, you said that."

Tom reached out and stroked the raised polyhedron between his brows, and the corners of his mouth grinned upwards a bit, with an uncontrollable smugness in his tone, "Thank you for sending me a divine crystal. in front of."

"Divine Crystal?!"

"Yeah, a treasure that you neglected. It seems to have brought some kind of magical change to me. In order to repay you for taking care of me, I will thank you very well."

Tom Riddle's words sounded yin and yang, very strange.

Clark subconsciously took a few steps back and stayed away from him, "No, we're just a deal, you just need to fulfill your promise, help me..."

"Help you? I will indeed help you! Come on, let's start the first step of the ritual, near death."

Clark frowned slightly as he watched Tom walking towards him with a grim face.

It seems that because of the resurrection ceremony, the other party's mental state looks a little unstable.

Is there a problem with this array? Or was it that his own soul was incomplete, which led to this situation?

Clark's heart was secretly analyzing, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he pretended to be scared.

"Hold on! Hold on! I thought about it for a while, but it's better to give up. In fact, there is nothing wrong with my aptitude."

His words didn't stop Tom. "No! No! No! How could you give up so easily? Come on, I promise it'll be lighter, it won't hurt."

Clark only felt a chill all over his body, and he was a little suspicious of this man's hobby.

"Enough, stop! I always feel like there's something wrong with you," Clark yelled at him.

"late!"

Tom Riddle smiled, and the whole person turned into a shadow, and swooped over from a place not far from Clark.

Clark hurriedly stretched out his hand and pushed, and a [secondary shock wave] was sent out, trying to knock the opponent into the air, but Tom Riddle's figure swayed and disappeared immediately.

It's a phantom!

Clark remembered the data on the panel he just saw. The other party's profession is a trickster, and the specialization spell also has an illusion department.

It's just that this guy is worthy of being the Dark Lord. Has he adapted to the new power system so quickly?

Clark quickly cheered up and increased his vigilance, but the next moment, a cold thing wrapped around his ankle.

Oops!

A majestic force came from the ankle, and Clark flew out in an instant.

He had to use several [Secondary Shock Waves] around him in a row, using the reverse shock force to stabilize his body.

When he landed smoothly on the ground, and when he turned around to look again, he realized that the one that kicked him out was actually the basilisk's tail.

"Tom Riddle, what do you want to do!" Clark shouted at Tom, who appeared not far away, even he couldn't tell whether the one opposite was the real body or a phantom.

"What do you want?" Tom Riddle opened his hands innocently, "I just want to thank you!"

"You should be honored to put on a tragic performance for my resurrection. This is something that many people dream of!"

Following his words, the blind basilisk struggled to hit Clark again.

Although he lost his eyes, snake hunting didn't rely on that thing, so this guy's head is still fine.

But it was always extracted a lot of flesh and blood essence by Tom Riddle, and both strength and reaction speed were reduced a lot.

While casting [Feel Emotions], Clark wanted to find out Tom Riddle's true body, and jumped and rolled to avoid the basilisk's attack.

It is a pity that Tom Riddle, who is experienced in combat, did not reveal the slightest flaw, and used Occlumency to restrain his mind and thinking early, making Clark's ability useless.

And as the basilisk was pressing forward, Clark's evasion became more and more difficult. With the decrease in physical strength, some of his movements were a little deformed, and several times he was dangerously close to the body of the basilisk.

In this case, Tom Riddle sneered while admiring Clark's embarrassed appearance, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time, Clark, you don't know that when I looked at you before, there were How disgusting."

"It's really embarrassing for you," Clark threw himself down, dodging the swipe of the snake's tail, "but, Tom, are you sure you're not pregnant?"

Clark's rude remarks made Tom laugh angrily, "Look, this is what I hate about you, and you always don't want to do what I say."

"You didn't say what you wanted me to do." Clark dodged and hid behind the stone pillar.

The basilisk's thick tail hit the stone pillar, and immediately the flesh and the rubble flew together.

"To be honest, looking at you like this, I doubt that it was Hagrid who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago." Clark's voice came from behind the stone pillar.

"Around the stone pillar, kill him, kill that little boy!" Strange hissing sounds came from all directions, and it was impossible to tell where the speaker was.

Then, there was Riddle's sharp, piercing laughter.

"You guessed it right, the one who opened the secret room and released the basilisk was actually me, and Hagrid was just my scapegoat.

That stupid big man, clumsy, likes to cause trouble, every other week, he has to make trouble.

Raise a werewolf cub under the bed, sneak into the Forbidden Forest to wrestle a troll, or a giant spider in the closet.

How could such a brainless Gryffindor be a noble Slytherin heir? "

Clark couldn't help pouring cold water on him when he heard his triumphant voice.

"In my opinion, your tactics at the time were not very clever. You just met a headmaster who was eager to shirk responsibility. At least I know that Dumbledore will definitely see through you."

Because of distraction, he didn't dodge in time, his left shoulder was brushed by the body of the basilisk, and he grinned in pain.

"Of course, Dumbledore, who was a Transfiguration teacher at the time, did think Hagrid was innocent.

He persuaded Dippet to keep Hagrid and trained him as a gamekeeper.

And he's been watching me closely ever since, very annoying. "

Riddle said casually.

"I know it's not safe to open the back room while I'm at school.

But I didn't want to waste so many years of trying to find the secret room, I decided to keep a diary and keep the memory of that age in the pages.

In this way, one day, with luck, I can lead another person in my footsteps to accomplish the noble cause of Salazar Slytherin.

And that person, I originally took a fancy to you, but you have failed my good intentions! "

"I'm so sorry." Clark sarcastically released a [Shock and Stun] ability to temporarily stop the basilisk's movement and avoid its bite.

"But I think you, an old liar, still haven't told the truth. What memory can be reborn as a complete person?"

Tom Riddle fell into silence, and suddenly he felt something was wrong.

Clark's reaction now is too cool, not at all as inept as he's shown before.

But before he could think about it, Clark spoke again.

"Actually, before entering the Chamber of Secrets, I talked to Harry Potter about you."

"Harry Potter? The famous savior, the child who defeated the Dark Lord, what did you talk to him about?" Tom was indeed attracted.

"Because of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and the monster attack, people in the school were panicking, and it was just at that time that Harry unintentionally showed his Parseltonian talent, so the students suspected that he was the heir to Slytherin..."

Before Clark's words were finished, Riddle flatly denied, "Impossible!"

"The only possible heir to Slytherin is me, that Harry Potter... Harry Potter... He had contact with... Could it be..."

Riddle's voice began to blur, and Clark didn't care, he said to himself while avoiding the basilisk.

"Yes, I told him so at the time, the descendants of Slytherin are the Gaunt family of the twenty-eight pure-blood wizard families..."

Clark paused for a moment, he felt that ~www.readwn.com~ When he uttered the term, there was a violent mental fluctuation in the shadows around him.

"In the files of the Ministry of Magic, this family has long since passed away, and even the last heir has died in Azkaban."

The irritable mental fluctuations began to calm down gradually, as if it had fallen into a dormant volcano, but the next moment, with Clark's next words, the volcano erupted again.

"But I told Harry that there was a woman in the Gaunt family who eloped with a Muggle around their house.

And when I said the Muggle's name, Harry told me that when he was in confinement, he wiped a special contribution medal, and that was what you got after catching Hagrid.

So, who would have thought that the descendant of the dignified Gaunt family, the heir of Slytherin, the famous Dark Lord Voldemort, turned out to be a half-blood wizard who inherited the name of his Muggle father.

You say so, Tom Riddle Jr.? "

The black evil thoughts were condensed like water, burst like fire, swept from all directions, and instantly enveloped Clark with his words.