Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

There is no fighting back!

This was Clark's first impression after seeing Dumbledore cast a spell.

No way, even if he foiled the Dark Lord's conspiracy twice and played the young Tom Riddle in the palm of his hand, Clark was full of powerlessness when facing Dumbledore with the Elder Wand in his hand.

Compared with the flawed Dark Lord's remnant soul with a partial strength system, Dumbledore can be described as a flawless hexagonal caster.

He has rich combat experience, sufficient magic power, fast casting speed, and the magic he masters is powerful enough. The only shortcoming is perhaps only the age that gradually increases with the passage of time, and the aging body.

But even if he is a little older, seeing how relaxed Dumbledore was when he cast the spell just now, it is not something that Clark, who is only level 6, can handle now.

If Dumbledore's strength is converted into the professional level of the DND world, he is definitely a level 20 legendary wizard.

Perhaps the only good news is that, because of Clark's plan, under the control of Hermione, Tom Riddle took the blame for the basilisk attack on his back.

In this way, Clark does not have to fight against Dumbledore for the time being.

"Okay," Dumbledore looked at Tom Riddle, who was immobile in the space amber, "the culprit has been caught, and the crisis at Hogwarts has been lifted."

The imprisoned Riddle winked at him, his eyes full of anger.

But Dumbledore didn't care about this, he just said to Clark, "Mr. Prewett, you should stay in Gryffindor's dormitory bed at this time."

It seems that even if Tom Riddle took all the responsibility, the wise old wizard did not fully believe him.

In other words, Clark's previous performance was too good, so good that Dumbledore was more vigilant about him, so that when something went wrong, he would subconsciously think about whether Clark played a role in this matter. what kind of role.

After all, Clark's image of Dumbledore is that of a man who is smart, calm, and pursues the best interests. Taking risks because of the so-called justice does not fit his character.

Fortunately, Clark had already thought of this.

"Headmaster, this guy controlled a big snake and kidnapped Neville and Hermione..."

He stood on the back of the little fire dragon Norbert, and began to tell Dumbledore what happened after the cuts and polish.

Of course, in the process, his Occlumency is also running synchronously, after all, Dumbledore's blue eyes are still looking at him.

He spoke for about a quarter of an hour, and Dumbledore listened very attentively. There was silence around him, except for the basilisk skeleton on the Black Lake, which was burned by dragon flames.

"Very good," Dumbledore smiled faintly at Clarke when he paused, the flames flickering on his half-moon spectacles, "Clark, you have shown a Gryffindor courage, perhaps Ranffindor will add a lot of points for this, even a special contribution award is not impossible."

His tone became much gentler, "But the most important thing at the moment is to let Fox take your friends out of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets first."

With that said, Dumbledore was about to summon his pet Fox, but the next moment, Tom Riddle, who was originally imprisoned by him in the Barrier Curse, made a new noise.

"Go!"

Following Clark's order to Hermione, a strong blood-red light appeared on the immobile young Dark Lord.

Under the burning of these thick blood-like rays of light, the space crystals that originally imprisoned Tom Riddle began to gradually melt.

Dumbledore frowned, he saw that Tom Riddle was casting some kind of flesh and blood magic, igniting his own life potential in exchange for more powerful power.

It's just that the flesh and blood of this kind of magic consumption can't generally be recovered.

Dumbledore didn't take it to heart. He hadn't seen anything, so how could he be afraid of the enemy's desperate efforts.

So he stretched out his wand and pointed it at Tom Riddle, and began to cast his magic power, continuing to use the Barrier Charm to reinforce the space around the opponent's body.

It's a pity that Dumbledore is as smart as Dumbledore, and he didn't expect that it was Hermione who was controlling Tom Riddle's body at the moment.

As the saying goes, she doesn't feel bad about selling the cub, why should she care about Tom Riddle's body.

Therefore, Hermione directly controlled Riddle, igniting all his body origin and even his soul with that blood flame, instantly increasing the output of this flesh and blood magic.

Originally there was only a thin layer of blood-red light, and it instantly expanded, as if a powder keg had been ignited, and the gorgeous fireworks flashed and exploded.

When Dumbledore noticed the abnormality, it was already too late, and he could only reach out and grab Clark's shoulder, and together with the fire dragon Norberta, the apparition moved into the distance.

The blood-red fireball swelled into a huge ball, and the deafening roar went all the way into the castle, surprising the students who were already very nervous.

Inside the fireball, Tom Riddle, who had been resurrected for less than two hours, had been used as the fuel for flesh-and-blood magic, and his body was completely burned.

Not only that, but even his soul was sacrificed 70% to 80%, and only a blood-red crystal remained.

The expanding fireball has begun to weaken and contract because of the loss of fuel.

Hermione hurriedly controlled the only remaining Psicrystal crystal, swallowing the only remnant of Tom Riddle's soul, as well as the trace of death in him.

Then, with the help of the remaining power of the flesh and blood magic, the psionic crystal was ejected like a bullet, turned into a blood-red meteor, and instantly broke through the magic barrier of Hogwarts.

When Dumbledore moved to a safe place with Clark and Norberta, and then turned around.

He could only watch the blood-red crystal disappear into the night sky, leaving behind a slender blood-red tail flame.

"Professor, isn't this chasing?" Clark asked, looking at Dumbledore.

"No."

Dumbledore looked at Tom Riddle, who didn't know where he had escaped, and was no longer in the mood to question Clark. He sighed helplessly. After arranging for Norberta, he took Clark back to the castle.

On the other side, in the secret room under the castle.

After Hermione manipulated the psicrystal to devour Tom Riddle's remnant soul and escaped to the sky, she didn't fly far.

She just controlled the firelight on the psionic crystal servant's body, turned into an ordinary dark red stone, fell into the woods not far away, and was given to the house-elf of the Prewett family who had been waiting there for a long time. Into the bag.

After everything was arranged, Hermione's consciousness returned to her body.

At this time, Harry and others outside the cave had already recovered, and Hermione did not dare to delay. After cleaning up the traces on the ground, she hurriedly climbed out of the statue and joined them.

"Hey, Hermione, I thought you were catching up with Clark." Ron greeted her.

"No," Hermione said, "the dragon was too small to carry two people, so he put me down again."

At this time, Lockhart on the side seemed to be back to normal and said with a smile.

"Aha, tonight was a great adventure, so did we beat You-Know-Who? I think I'll have to put this into my new book."

He was still bragging about himself, but Harry glanced around the back room.

"Have you ever thought, how do we get back to the ground from this secret room?" he asked Hermione and the others.

Ron and Neville shook their heads, while Hermione looked at Phoenix Fox, who flew in front of Harry, "Maybe it can help us get out of here."

"it?"

Harry stared at the big bird, now flapping its wings in front of him, its sparkling eyes bright in the darkness.

"Can it be?"

Harry looked at it hesitantly, an attitude that seemed to make Phoenix Fox very angry, pecked the back of his hand a few times in dissatisfaction, and before him, waving the long golden feather behind his tail.

"It seems to want you to catch it..." Ron said uncertainly, "but you are too heavy for a bird to pull you up."

Fortunately, Harry is a man, otherwise Ron's words would be very lethal.

"It's not an ordinary bird, Ron." Hermione's role was reflected at this time, "It's a phoenix, a magical animal of XXXX level!"

"According to the records, the song of the phoenix has magic power, and tears can also heal a lot of damage.

Not only that, but they can use special teleportation spells to reach anywhere, and are extremely powerful, carrying cargo dozens of times their weight. "

Hermione's compliment made Phoenix Fox very useful, and he chirped twice with joy, and waved the golden feather on the back of his tail again.

After listening to Hermione's words, Harry also reacted at this time.

He quickly turned to the others, "We've got to get hold of one and let it take us out."

"Ron, you grab Neville's hand, Professor Lockhart—"

"I'll be at the end," Lockhart said proactively.

"Okay, then, Hermione, grab Neville's other hand."

Harry and Neville tucked their swords and sorting hat into their belts, respectively, while Ron grabbed Harry's left hand and Harry reached for the insanely hot feather on Fox's tail.

The five people held hands in a chain like this, and a strange sense of ease quickly passed through their bodies.

Then, with a whimper, the light and shadow in front of them stretched into long strips, as if they were drilling into some kind of long tunnel.

Before they could react, everyone found themselves outside Professor McGonagall's office.

"Huh, this is much more comfortable than Floo fans!" Ron couldn't help but praise.

Harry let go of Fox's tail feathers, knocked lightly on the door, and pushed it open.

In the orange-red office, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Clark, who were talking, all turned around at this time.

Harry was standing in the doorway, covered in silt and mucus, and Neville's robes were covered in blood.

For a while, there was silence all around.

Suddenly, a cry--

"Neville!"

It was Mrs Longbottom, Neville's grandmother, who had been sitting by the fire just now, her eyes red and she seemed to have just cried.

Seeing her beloved grandson, she stood up tremblingly, and Neville hurried over, stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around his grandmother, and patted her back to comfort her.

Harry looked past them and into the house.

Professor Dumbledore, smiling, stood in front of the mantelpiece, and beside him was Professor McGonagall, clutching her chest, gasping for air, while Clark nodded to them.

Fox whistled past Harry's ear and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

Just then, Harry noticed Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom, walking up to him, holding him tightly in her arms.

"You saved him! You saved him! Thank you so much!"

Harry's face was flushed, and honestly, he was trying to save Neville, but in the end, it was Neville who saved his life.

At this time, Dumbledore suddenly said: "Although Clark told me roughly what happened, I am still very curious, how did you do it?"

Hearing this, Clark's face remained smiling.

Professor McGonagall said weakly, "That's what we all want to know."

Mrs Longbottom let go of Harry, who hesitated for a moment, went to the desk and put the Sorting Hat on it.

Hermione and Neville looked at each other, followed his example, and placed the ruby-encrusted Gryffindor sword and Riddle's diary on the table together.

Then Harry began to tell them exactly what had happened.

From when he heard the ghostly voice, to when Clark told him about the Gaunt family's past.

From Ron's discovery of Tom Riddle's medal, to Hermione's speculation about the truth of Hagrid's wrongful death fifty years ago.

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He mentioned that he and Ron had followed the spider into the Forbidden Forest because of Hagrid's tip, and Aragog told them about the monster in the Chamber of Secrets and where the last victim was killed.

Harry also recounted that Clark took a lot of work based on the information they provided, and finally realized that what he heard was the sound of a basilisk lurking in a water pipe.

Then they guessed that the crying Myrtle was probably the victim, and that the entrance to the secret room might be hidden in her bathroom...

"Very well," Professor McGonagall encouraged Harry to continue when he paused.

"So you've found out where the entrance is - I'll add, you've broken over a hundred school rules along the way - but how on earth did you get out of there, Potter?"

"Actually, it's all up to Clark," he gave Clark a grateful glance. "In the whole adventure, my role is not that big."

Then Harry went on in his voice hoarse from the constant talking.