Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Actual combat is always the only way to improve combat ability.

Compared to what Neville and Hermione are in now, the dueling club organized by Lockhart was like a joke.

The enemies rushing in from all directions launched waves of attacks like a tide, all of them were not afraid of death, had no fear or cowardice, and were no different from the real battlefield.

In this case, if you don't pay attention, you will be overwhelmed by the enemies who are advancing one after another.

For Neville and Hermione, going through this high-intensity battle mode, their battle awareness and ability were both rapidly improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Especially Neville, who was alone in the ocean of undead, not only had to listen to the six directions, but also kept a high level of vigilance at all times. It is even more necessary to pay attention to saving physical strength, so that every time you swing your sword and move every step, you should try your best to achieve the best effect with the least force.

In this case, the heavy pressure turned into a driving force to move forward, making his swordsmanship more concise and efficient.

Compared with his ease in the wave of the undead, Lockhart, who resisted the basilisk infernal corpse head-on, was living his life like a year.

We, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, have changed the sloppy image shown in the past. Whether it is a transformation spell, an obstacle spell, or an explosion spell, it all makes it look different, and sometimes even shows some special features. , an eye-catching spellcasting technique.

It's just that even if his strength is even higher than that of Neville, when faced with the embarrassment of carrying two fuel bottles, he can only choose to face the corpse that the basilisk turned into.

It can only be said that a wizard chooses to fight against the magical animal, the Basilisk, and the corpse transformed by it. It can only be said to be a very stupid behavior.

Although Fox is still there to help him share part of the pressure, the Phoenix in the Harry Potter world is not a complete divine creature in itself.

Compared with the real beast phoenix in the golden age, the magical animal inherited from Dumbledore's family is actually more inclined to support and life-saving in terms of ability, and the powerful offensive ability is not what it is good at.

After all, for these guys with precious divinity, how to avoid being hunted and killed by people with ulterior motives in the long years is the most important thing.

Therefore, after fighting against the basilisk Inferi for a while, Lockhart had to shout at Clark in the distance: "I can't hold it anymore, Clark!"

Lockhart's words made Ron and Harry who were hiding behind him nervous, and after Clark took time to look at Neville who was still fighting, he also felt that the battle had improved him and Hermione. effect.

Yes, from the beginning to the end, this battle was just a means for Clark to cultivate Neville and Hermione, and he did not take the attack launched by Tom Riddle in his eyes at all.

For him, the other party has completely fallen into his control from the moment of resurrection.

Whether it is to use Tom Riddle's resurrection to experiment with the transfer ceremony, or to let him cast necromancy and become a whetstone for Neville and Hermione to improve their combat abilities, it is in his plan.

Even how the opponent failed and his final fate, Clark had already designed it.

And reality did indeed develop as he planned.

"Don't worry, teacher, reinforcements have arrived."

"Reinforcement?!"

As if to answer Harry and Ron's doubts, a dull roar sounded in the secret room.

When everyone looked up, they saw a huge figure covered in pitch black, flying out of the Slytherin's open mouth with a swoosh.

That is!

Harry's eyes widened.

It was a gigantic beast that was bigger than an off-road vehicle, covered in jet-black scales of black jade color, slender, and had bat wings.

"It's a dragon!" Ron groaned.

Yes, this is the pet of Clark's contract - the pseudo-dragon Nobeta.

When this fire dragon was young, it left a huge shadow on his mind, so even if his body became bigger, he recognized it at a glance.

Because Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, the task of taking care of Norberta completely fell into the hands of Clark, the school manager.

Before entering the secret room, he had already used the key to open all the doors of the Dragon Raising Stadium.

After they entered the secret room, relying on the telepathy between the owner and the pet to determine the position, Norberta directly followed the sewage pipeline at the bottom of the Black Lake and drilled all the way here.

As soon as the fire dragon, which was still in its infancy, flew out of the claustrophobic tunnel, it immediately let out an excited roar and circled the ceiling a few times.

The faint dragon prestige fell on Harry and others, giving people a feeling of depression, as if the teacher suddenly told them that there would be an exam tomorrow, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

The appearance of Norberta also flashed warning signs in Tom Riddle's heart.

It's just that before he could act, the fire dragon flying in the air swooped down, facing the surrounding black mist, and opened its **** mouth.

"boom!"

The fiery flames sprayed out from the dragon's mouth, not to mention the molten gold fossils.

Those thick black mist of negative energy and this dragon flame were also like snow under the scorching sun, and disappeared in an instant.

With the passing of Norberta, the black fog that had caused Clark and the others a headache was quickly swept away, leaving only some thin remnants, still struggling.

And Norberta, who was in Xiaolu's first hand, also changed the target. With a flick of his wings, he rushed towards the basilisk corpse that attacked Lockhart not far away.

This time, the basilisk corpse can't turn a blind eye.

In other words, Tom Riddle, who controls the Basilisk Inferi, knows that compared to the petite phoenix, the larger fire dragon can really pose a threat to the Basilisk Inferi.

So when the fire dragon Norberta stretched out his strong hind legs and was about to grab the back of the basilisk's neck, the other party had already turned his head and opened his mouth.

Its mouth was so wide that it could swallow Neville whole.

Not only that, but it also had two fangs that were almost as long as the Gryffindor sword in its mouth. The thin fangs shone with a cold light, and there was a black corpse aura around them, which was very vicious at first glance.

After all, Norberta was also the first to fight against such a large beast. She had no experience yet. She was startled by the opponent's reaction, and subconsciously flapped her wings to avoid the basilisk's blow.

It's just that the corpse is just an corpse after all. Even if it is controlled by someone, it is more than a step behind Norberta in terms of reaction speed and flexibility.

Norberta soon discovered this. As a vengeful female dragon, she was so angry that she had avoided the behavior just now, so she vented her anger on the basilisk Yinzhe and vomited at the other party. Several saliva.

It's just that, unlike others, these saliva are scalding hot.

The orange fireball landed on the basilisk corpse, instantly igniting the grease on the corpse, turning it into a huge pillar of fire, tumbling desperately on the ground.

The basilisk Yin corpse still wanted to struggle, opened his mouth, and sprayed a black mist full of death at the flames on his body, but just doing so had no effect.

When Gu Nao Beta signed a contract with Clark, he took the opportunity to refine his bloodline, and now he is a pseudo-dragon.

Unlike those dragon beasts in the Harry Potter world, her dragon breath contains magical elements.

This kind of magic dragon breath is not so easy to be extinguished at all.

It's just that Tom Riddle is also very decisive and decisive, and instantly uses another high-level necromantic spell on his basilisk corpse - [Flesh Explosion]!

This is a spell that uses the flesh and blood of a corpse as a raw material to imitate the natural phenomenon of whale explosion, thereby causing it to cause explosion damage.

Under the action of the spell, the basilisk's corpse swelled in a circle and became bulging.

Harry and the others were still curious. The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the basilisk's body exploded into pieces.

It seemed like it was raining heavily in the secret room, and the stench of blood was pouring down on Harry and the others.

The large piece of snake meat was still burning with dragon flames, flying around like a flame bomb. ??

Lockhart hurriedly cast the Obstruction Charm, hurriedly resisting these things.

However, at this moment, Harry, who was hiding behind him, let out a painful cry.

"Ah~"

Lockhart looked back quickly, and saw Harry covering his ankles with his hands, and fell to the ground. ??

"Something just bit me," Harry said to Lockhart in a panic.

As he said that, he also took his palm away, only to see two small circular teeth marks on Harry's ankles, and black blood was flowing outwards.

With this color of blood, you can tell at a glance that he was bitten by some poison.

Ron hurriedly knelt down and supported him, while Neville looked around vigilantly with his sword in hand.

Lockhart squatted in front of Harry, pointed his wand at the wound on his ankle, and muttered about a healing spell he was not very familiar with.

Under the faint white light, Harry didn't feel better, he just felt that the severe pain was slowly and continuously spreading from his wound to his whole body.

In the eyes of the people around, the wounds on Harry's ankles, dark green lines, like a dense network, are spreading around.

After the severe pain, Harry couldn't feel anything, he couldn't even feel the pain in the wound.

He only felt that his vision had begun to blur, and the ceiling above his head gradually melted into a rapidly spinning dim color.

"Harry, Harry, don't sleep!" he heard Ron's voice. "Clark will be here soon, he must have a way."

Suddenly, a golden-red light flashed lightly in front of him, and Harry heard the light scratching of claws beside him.

It was Dumbledore's phoenix, and Harry felt the bird stick its beautiful head where it had been pierced by its fangs.

"You're dead, Harry Potter." Tom Riddle's voice came from not far away.

Because the black fog was dispelled by the fire dragon Norberta, he could no longer hide, but in his opinion, Harry Potter's life was at stake, and his purpose was achieved.

Yes, from the beginning, his target was Harry Potter.

There is no special reason, there is no mysterious reason, it is just a feeling in the dark.

Perhaps due to the entanglement of fate between the [enemy of the protagonist] and the [destiny protagonist], Tom Riddle felt that without Harry, it was very important to him.

So he drove basilisks and basilisk corpses, cast high-level necromancy, and attacked everyone equally, just to give Harry a shot.

"You're going to die, even Dumbledore's bird knows that. Do you see what it's doing, Potter? It's crying."

Accompanied by the echoing footsteps, Riddle stood in the shadow of a stone pillar not far away, and there was a hint of banter in his voice, which sounded very proud.

Ron and Neville glared at him, and Lockhart maintained his healing spell in sweat, but that was a drop in the bucket.

Harry blinked, and in the blurred vision, Phoenix Fox's head was suddenly far and near, and large drops of pearl-like crystal tears rolled down its shiny golden-red feathers.

"By the way, Clark, won't you come down to see your friend one last time?" Riddle had a sarcastic smile on his face, his white teeth gleaming in the shadows.

Clark looked down from the Slytherin statue, "Tom Riddle, you've always been a loser in my eyes."

His words made Riddle's forehead blue, but seeing that the words couldn't shake Clark, he turned his attention to Harry again.

"It's so pitiful, it seems that your friend doesn't plan to take risks for you."

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but his numb tongue kept him from saying a word.

"Stop struggling, Potter, and slowly savor the belated death. I will complete the task of my predecessor and watch you die."

"Harry Potter. Don't worry, I have time."

Harry couldn't help but shut his mouth. He felt drowsy and everything seemed to spin around him.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron was still yelling at him, but it sounded like it was coming from far away.

"The famous Harry Potter is gone," Riddle's voice became more and more cheerful, "sadly lying in the back room, abandoned by his best friend. He challenged the Dark Lord beyond his capacity~www .readwn.com~Finally defeated by the Dark Lord..."

Seemingly because Harry's life was dying, Riddle only felt a wonderful feeling of great relief, great freedom, spreading from the inside out of his own soul.

That feeling, as if the fish returned to the sea, the bird flew to the sky, all the shackles were about to leave him, and he was about to break free from the shackles of fate.

Yes, with this rare opportunity, Tom Riddle even felt the power of destiny.

He suddenly understood that once he completely got rid of this invisible bondage, his life would completely enter a new chapter.

It's just... In addition to the bond between him and Harry Potter, there seems to be an invisible thread that entangles him with another person.

Tom Riddle raised his head and, following the feeling of fate in the dark, met a pair of eyes full of wisdom, as if penetrating and grasping everything.

That is, Clark Prewett!