Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

On the vast lake, fiery flames rose into the sky, reflecting a small half of the sky red.

Amidst the flames, the giant skeleton snake, which was as white as jade, was struggling desperately, shaking its head and waving its tail, like a living creature.

Beyond the flames, a young fire dragon with a dark body and graceful lines glides in the air like a ghost.

Clark stood proudly on Norberta's back, quietly looking at the sea of ​​fire of Shura under his feet.

"Tom Riddle, I know you're here, don't hide in there without making a sound." He shouted at the basilisk bones in the sea of ​​flames, with a very certain tone.

Smart people always think a lot, and Riddle is no exception.

After he drilled out of the pipe, he used a spell to separate a false phantom, ready to escape separately, so as to mislead the pursuers.

It's just that ordinary people chase, and often subconsciously choose a larger goal.

And Tom Riddle's head turned an extra turn, thinking that with Clark's ingenuity, it was impossible to guess his split escape strategy.

So Riddle chose to do the opposite and let the phantom pretend to be his real body to sneak away. Instead, he pretended to be a phantom and stayed with the more conspicuous basilisk skeleton.

Come on Riddle, he's what I guessed you'd guess my plan.

I was originally on the first floor, Clark might be on the second floor, but I was actually on the third floor.

It's a pity the idea is beautiful, but what Riddle doesn't know is that Clark is already outside the atmosphere.

From the moment he was resurrected, no, no, no, maybe earlier, since Clark got his Horcrux journal, the course of fate has been deflected.

After all, one of them is a pure-blood family heir who is familiar with the original book, is extremely smart, and knows all kinds of secret information.

The other side is the Dark Lord, the arrogant and arrogant defeated dog who has been trapped in the Horcrux for many years.

If the temple is considered a winner without a battle, it should be considered as a lot; if a temple is not considered a winner without a battle, it should be considered as a small number. More counts to win, less counts to lose, and what if there is no count?

Tom Riddle's failure was doomed, not by a disparity in power, but by an asymmetry of information.

Yes, Riddle had already felt that the fate in the shadows was gripping his throat tightly, making him almost breathless.

"Clark Prewett!"

He drilled out of the basilisk skeleton that was about to be burnt out, flew to Clark, gnashing his teeth and calling out the name of the person in front of him.

The hysterical voice was full of Tom Riddle's desperation, and he didn't even know where it came from.

He obviously gained a new power when he was resurrected, which is a power that can get rid of the influence of the chaotic magic, so as to have a glimpse of a higher realm.

Even now that he met Dumbledore, he...

"It's really you, Tom."

A very familiar, somewhat unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind him, interrupting Tom Riddle's thoughts.

He saw a playful smile on Clark's face, turned around with difficulty, and saw an old wizard with a long beard and a hook nose, looking at him with a smile.

Time seems to have returned to that summer more than fifty years ago, he was sitting on a gray blanket with a book in his hand.

The old man in front of him smiled kindly as he did now.

"Dumbledore!" a hoarse voice squeezed out of Tom Riddle's throat. "Why are you here?"

Yes, standing behind Tom Riddle was Headmaster Dumbledore who had just returned.

"Oh, Tom, you still don't even want to call me professor."

Dumbledore turned his wand and looked at his student.

"Today, the school directors got in touch with me, they heard that the Longbottom family child was killed, and they all wanted me to come back immediately.

Apparently, after a long time, they still seemed to think I was the best fit for the job.

But what about you, Tom, why are you here? "

Tom Riddle's pale cheeks flushed slightly. "Don't you know?"

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and sighed, "I should have known it long ago, Tom, so it's you this time, right?"

"Heh, heh, heh."

Tom Riddle let out a penetrating laugh, he suddenly found a way to break the fate, Dumbledore did not seem to be on the same side as that Clark.

As smart as he is, he immediately discovered the opportunity in the middle, and even if he couldn't escape, he would not let this little **** who deceived him wish well.

He knew what kind of man Dumbledore was, and if there was even the slightest doubt, Clark was done.

So he opened his mouth, "Of course..."

Riddle seemed to hear heavy breathing behind him. The little **** was probably very nervous. He must not want Dumbledore to know about it.

In that case, let me be a good man and expose you.

A vicious smile appeared on Tom Riddle's face, "Of course...this time, I did it too!"

No, Tom Riddle was shocked, that's not what I meant to say.

It's just outside, the smile on his face is still the same, and the mouth is still out of his control.

"It was me, I opened the chamber, released the basilisk, drew the power of death, and I, Tom Riddle, the great Voldemort, came to life again."

Tom Riddle looked at Dumbledore, laughing wildly and showing off, but his heart was like the polar ice, freezing to the bone.

He desperately wanted to open his mouth and say what was in his heart, "The murderer is Clark, he released the basilisk, and he resurrected me."

But these words came to the lips, but they became, "I didn't expect that the heir of Slytherin turned out to be me, Dumbledore, you lost sight of it back then..."

Why, why is this, why is my body out of control!

He wanted to raise his hand to cast a spell, to reveal the truth, but the truth was that his soul seemed to be disconnected from his body.

It seemed that something, slowly but firmly, settled into his body.

"You framed a good man..." Dumbledore shook his head when he heard Tom Riddle's words.

"But what I'm most interested in is, how did you go to Hogwarts to open the Chamber of Secrets?

Because according to my sources, after last year's event failed, you should be hiding in the forests of Albania licking your wounds. "

"Tell him it's Clark Prewett! It's Clark Prewett!" Tom Riddle shouted desperately in his heart.

But what came out of his mouth was, "My servants are everywhere, Dumbledore, your 'love' cannot destroy desire, and they will always help me when I need them."

enough!

Tom Riddle listened to the words that came out of his mouth with completely different meanings, and was almost going crazy with anger. What happened?

And when he was depressed and mad in his heart, a faint sneer came from behind him.

It's Clark Prewett.

Tom Riddle suddenly reacted, all this is his trick, is this little **** really the nemesis of his own destiny?

No, I still have a backhand... and a backhand, that crystal, that divine crystal that contains the divinity of the [God of Wisdom, Knowledge, and Magic], the power of a **** is omnipotent.

It was only then that Riddle remembered what he had swallowed during the resurrection.

But the next moment, he came back to his senses, why did he only remember now, as if there was some mysterious power that made him ignore the divine crystal.

He remembered that the existence of this divine crystal was also what Clark told him back then. Could it be...

If Tom Riddle had downloaded the national anti-fraud app, he would have been prompted that what fell from the sky was not necessarily a pie, but a trap.

It's a pity he understands a little too late.

If Riddle had clairvoyance, he could see.

Hundreds of meters underground in the Hogwarts Castle, in the Slytherin secret room, Hermione Granger was standing on the magic circle with the emblem of the God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic. , said the exact same words as him.

Whether it's the action, the demeanor, or the tone of the speech, the performance of the two people is exactly the same, as if they are sharing a soul.

And if you move the time forward a little bit, back to after Clark followed Tom Riddle into the pipeline, you can see the specific operation of Hermione.

I saw that after she received the knowledge that Clark had transmitted to her, she took out the lighted statue of the God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic directly from the magic pocket handed to her by the other party.

Hermione placed the statue in the center of the circle drawn by Clark, and then continued to take out all kinds of alchemy materials and place them on various nodes of the circle.

After everything was ready, she stood at the top of the triangle formation, holding a fire dragon stomach pouch filled with gold, and the pituitary gland of a cat and leopard, and began to cast a spell.

As for the name of this spell, it is [Kalthus Conferring Divinity].

[Kalthus conferring divine art] (karsus\'\'savatar)

Spell Level: 12

Domain: Enchanting

Spell components: spells, gestures, materials, magic circles

Casting time: 6 hours

Saving Throw: Special

Action distance: unlimited

Duration: Unlimited

Sphere of Influence: One God

Reagents: Stone-filled golden dragon stomach sac, pituitary gland of the Tarasque giant

Spell effect: When the spell is successfully cast, it can forcibly deprive the caster of all knowledge, memory, vocation, and divine status, and replace it by the caster. It should be noted that when the spell is cast, the **** will know this regardless of whether the **** makes a saving throw or not.

According to Clark's knowledge obtained from the Godhead Fragment of the God of Knowledge, [Kalthus Conferring Divinity], as the only 12-level spell in the world created by the great arcanist Karthus in the dnd world, is a kind of spell that can make spellcasting possible. One step into a **** of mythical magic.

The great arcanist who was born in the Nether Empire in Faerûn is a true magic genius. In front of him, any magic can be learned and understood at a touch, as if he has always been familiar with them. of.

Even Hermione, the so-called scholar, compared with him, as if the gap between Nobel Prize winners and ordinary high school students was as big.

And it took such a smart and supreme arcanist to spend more than 10 years to develop this spell.

It is so complex that the caster must use a stone-filled golden dragon's stomach sac and the pituitary gland of a Tesquera as the material components of the spell.

The Netheril Empire was at its worst when this spell was created.

Inside, the great Arcanist Eorem disappeared.

Outside, the magic of Fei Lin's magickwai makes the living environment of the magician worse and worse.

The Nether Empire is in a state of panic every day, and the Great Arcanists are always worried, because the situation in this empire is indeed on the verge of mutiny.

At this time, Karthus made the most important decision of his life: he felt that he should shoulder the responsibility of restoring the country in danger.

In order to rebuild the Nether Empire and continue the glory of magic, he decided to seize the power of the gods.

So after years of research, he finally created a kind of magic and used it on himself.

This spell is [Incarnation of Karthus], and it is also [Kalthus Conferring Divinity], a unique twelve-level spell in the world, which can temporarily steal the power of a god.

Karthus chose Mysril, the first goddess of magic at the time, as his target.

Finally, he cast this powerful spell, the spell was very successful, and the smoothness was somewhat unexpected.

But he never imagined that his behavior would permanently change the way magic works, and at the same time bury his empire with his own hands.

The use of [Kalthus Conferring Divine Technique] made the divine power rush into Karthus' body and soul, and they surged wildly.

At that moment ~www.readwn.com~ Karthus succeeded in replacing Misril and became the **** of magic in this world!

He has endless magical energy, and his mind is also full of countless incredible magical knowledge.

But it was this knowledge that made him realize what a terrifying and fatal mistake he had made: the power and knowledge he had gained was something he, a mortal, could not afford and possess!

As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility.

The duty of the first-generation goddess of magic, Mysril, is to control the magic energy network, distribute magic energy according to the call of the magicians and in accordance with the order, and at the same time use her own magic power to repair the magic network and maintain the stability of the entire universe magic energy network.

After all, with the abuse of magic by the Nether Empire and the proliferation of Feline's magic sunflower, the magic net is often in a state of damage.

However, Karthus did not have this ability at all. When he realized this, the disaster of the magical world had irreversibly happened.

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