Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Snape gave a soft snort, first glancing to the left, but then immediately turning to the right upon seeing Lockhart.

“Hiss (open).” Harry spoke Parseltongue once again in the bathroom, which was lit up by several wands, but this time there were no whispers or gasps around him.

At the same time, a thick water pipe, just wide enough to accommodate an adult's standard body width, appeared in front of everyone.

Hermione, the professors, and Harry stared at the tunnel leading to the Chamber of Secrets, unable to calm down for a long time... This was the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, and they had to be mentally prepared before entering.

You should know that the thousand-year-old serpent monster is inside.

“I really hope Professor McGonagall can continue as acting principal, at least we can resolve one issue before he returns.” Nietzsche, leaning against the wall, gestured for them to jump. “Please, everyone… ladies first.”

"Forget it, there's no difference between me as acting principal and vice principal." Minerva McGonagall, filled with resentment, was the first to jump down.

Then came Hermione... but she stomped on his foot with her boot before jumping down.

That self-righteous attitude is just so annoying!

“I want to go down too.” Ron clutched his chest, hesitated for a moment, and then stomped his foot as if he had made up his mind.

“Weasley, Potter, this is no longer your business,” Snape grinned mockingly. “Now that your mission is complete, I imagine... the basilisk below won’t listen to your half-baked Parseltongue.”

Harry pulled out his wand, lunged forward, and knocked Snape aside, sending him sliding face down into the pipe.

This angered the dean, who barely managed to avoid slipping by holding onto the nearby water platform. His comical appearance made Lockhart burst out laughing, because it happened so suddenly.

"puff..."

“Professor Lockhart can still laugh; it seems this kind of thing is no problem for you.” Whenever Snape was in a bad mood, he would find someone to vent to. “What did you say… Very well, then I’ll grant your request.”

As he asked and answered himself, he grabbed Lockhart by the collar and threw him down.

Now, only the two of them are left in the entire bathroom.

"Are you sure everything is foolproof?" Snape's toes dangled in the air, his center of gravity gradually losing its balance. "Mr. Holmes, let me warn you one last time...we are facing a basilisk and an unknown dark wizard."

"I don't remember ever losing."

Chapter 121 Snape: Sorry, we're not really that close.

Hermione never imagined that she would one day be fighting alongside the school's professors.

Although McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were not happy...

The tunnel leads down to another underground corridor, seemingly beneath a black lake, as it is very humid and the temperature is vastly different from the outside. At the end of the stone corridor is a completely sealed, airtight wall.

It's no surprise, it's another locked door on the street.

Harry used Parseltongue again to open the wall at the end, which was carved with two snakes, and finally saw the true face of the Chamber of Secrets—behind the stone wall was a long, dimly lit room surrounded by stone pillars carved with snakes.

“This is a snake’s shed skin.” Snape suddenly noticed a dark shadow nearby and cautiously approached it.

The snakeskin was about twenty-five feet long, or more than seven meters. It was smooth to the touch, but some parts were dry and even wrinkled... Snape couldn't help but raise his wand a little higher.

“It was ambushed in mid-air by a fire dragon that night and was injured,” Hermione said, pointing to the uneven areas as she approached. “It’s just a minor burn, but it will definitely make it feel very dry. The basilisk hasn’t gone far.”

"Hold on!" the Sorting Hat suddenly muttered.

Hermione turned around and saw that Professor Lockhart had been so frightened by the sight of the snakeskin that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Harry, however, started pacing around anxiously. Finally, under Nietzsche's lamplight, he saw an old wizard who looked like a monkey, wearing a long robe and barefoot on the ground.

But the flame-like color between his legs drew Harry's attention.

“There…Ginny!” Harry rushed over, knelt beside her, and checked on her. “Don’t die, please don’t die…she’s not petrified! Nietzsche, she’s not…”

But just then, a beam of blue light suddenly flew out from the corner.

“Danger!” “Protego!” Nietzsche and Professor Snape exclaimed almost simultaneously.

Salazar Slytherin's left toe was immediately blown off. The sudden explosion near his foot caused Harry to experience tinnitus. Fortunately, Snape's Ironclad Charm blocked most of the spell's power.

So, he just looks rather disheveled right now.

"Let me count... five students, three professors, wow, what a unique welcome party."

A black-haired boy emerged from behind several stone pillars entwined with snakes. His strange appearance puzzled everyone: his outline was blurry, like a figure exposed on cheap film.

Nietzsche looked at the other person and felt as if they were looking at each other through a screen.

"Hmm, black hair, Slytherin, and those pesky blue eyes like Dumbledore's." The boy toyed with his wand and continued, "Sherlock Holmes? The leader of those Mudbloods?"

He was very disdainful, and did not react at all even when faced with Neville, Hermione, and the three professors' wands.

However, the other party was just as arrogant and rude as Draco Malfoy described—Nietzsche loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and bowed his head to return the other wand to the trembling Lockhart.

“Before asking someone else’s name, it’s best to say your own first,” Nietzsche said.

“Of course, look at my memory, sorry, I’m just too happy.” The boy whose body was glowing bowed slightly and said politely, “Tom Marvolo Riddle, but I prefer to be called by another name.”

Riddle, holding Ginny's wand, drew his name in the air.

Then he waved it again, rearranging the letters in a few different orders, and it became another one: I am Voldemort.

The name Voldemort immediately caused a change in many people. Ron's eyes were filled with fear, while Neville's were filled with hatred. Several professors, including Snape, subconsciously took a step back.

Now, only Hermione stands beside Nietzsche.

“I thought there was nothing in this world that could frighten the Dean,” Nietzsche said, cracking his neck and lowering his voice. “It’s incredible… I really should have filmed it.”

"Shut up~" Hermione was less scared because of his interruption.

Riddle stood proudly at Salazar's feet, seemingly enjoying the influence of his name.

“You? Voldemort?” Snape swallowed hard and said hoarsely, “That’s impossible, you imposter, Voldemort is long dead.”

“Wrong. I, Riddle, am Voldemort’s past.” He said with a regretful tone, “This was the name I used when I was a student, but I only used it with close friends. Later, I changed to a new name.”

How wonderful that sounds!

How could Voldemort, a trinity encompassing the past, present, and future, possibly touch upon death?

"So you're just a memory from over fifty years ago?" Snape pressed.

Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, who were standing nearby, were puzzled by this, but after thinking for a moment, they immediately understood and nodded repeatedly in a profound manner.

"While not entirely accurate, that's a rough estimate..."

Riddle seemed to want to explain the connection between memory and soul, but the next second, when he saw Snape's lips part slightly, he instinctively turned his head away to avoid it.

"Sectumsempra (Divine Edge Without Shadow)".

The dean was standing right next to Nietzsche, and even at such close range, he could only hear Snape's lips tremble slightly as he chanted the spell quickly and softly. Immediately afterward, Riddle's ear fell off.

There was no distorted light, no sparks, and no signs that could be predicted in advance.

It was very fast, like a gust of wind as sharp as a knife.

Snape's attack was like a signal flare; everyone unleashed their special skills, and fire and explosions shattered the surroundings.

Riddle angrily covered his ears. Although Nietzsche saw no blood, judging from his disheveled appearance, it was better to die than to suffer humiliation.

“Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the four great masters of Hogwarts.”

The statue's mouth began to open, and the Salazar statue appeared to be hollow inside, as something crawled out of its mouth. In this situation, Professor McGonagall immediately made a decision.

"Close your eyes!" she shouted.

Nietzsche felt the ground tremble, as if something enormous had fallen out of the statue's mouth, and then he heard Voldemort's Parseltongue.

"Watch out, Nietzsche, Voldemort said he's going to kill you!" Harry understood the command.

Meanwhile, Hermione, looking at the floor, pulled Nietzsche away to the other side as the shadow approached.

"I have a question!" Hermione tugged at his sleeve and ran towards the pillar, screaming, "Why does Voldemort always call your name? Shouldn't you reflect on that?!"

Lockhart awkwardly covered his face with the Sorting Hat and crawled slowly toward Professor McGonagall.

It's over, it's over, the great genius wizard is about to perish.

"Then why don't you ask Voldemort!" Nietzsche blasted away the surrounding stone pillars, building a wall of sighs behind him. "Ask him why he didn't go find his beloved Harry Potter? Because he was afraid!"

"If I die, you'll have to go to hell with me."

Hermione didn't dare turn around; she used the Levitation Charm to lift a ten-foot-long rock and hurled it behind her.

"He's scared... Haha! Hermione, he actually thinks we're the leaders of the Mudbloods." Nietzsche suddenly forgot he was running for his life and burst into manic laughter. "Dobby! Dobby!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out in the air.

Nietzsche had no time to grieve for Ginny's coma, because soon to join the battle would be the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon, raised and trained by centaurs and wizards!

Chapter 122 The Duel at the Top of the Food Chain

An enormous Norwegian Spinosaurus suddenly appeared before the Basilisk, something many people did not expect.

The hard, sharp claws scraped sparks across the snake scales, and the magic spells were reflected off the scales. Just before the snake monster coiled around, the fire dragon flapped its wings and flew to a nearby stone pillar, turning the area below into a sea of ​​fire.

"Hiss hiss hiss..." Voldemort, in his student days, hurriedly gave orders to the Basilisk.

Perhaps he was having the basilisk cast a 'death stare' at the fire dragon, but it was to no avail, because Dobby had covered the ferocious dragon's head completely with that enlarged scarf.

When the basilisk looked up and stared at it, it was greeted by a ball of dragon fire.

Avada Kedavra!

Voldemort uttered the Killing Curse, yet no one dared to underestimate his nonchalant tone.

With a flick of his wrist, he caused the floor of the secret chamber to churn. Professor Flitwick was forced to step forward and use a more powerful armor spell to counteract the effects of the spell on the terrain and on his side.

"Salvio Hexia (Peaceful Guardian)!"

As the smoke and heat rose around them, an invisible barrier enveloped them, and the ground, which had been churned up like a mudslide, remained intact only where they stood.

But a dueling master is a dueling master.

Flitwick first attacked with a sandstorm, and when Voldemort dodged it, he whipped up a strong wind that swept up the rubble and dust, blinding the basilisk and Voldemort.

This also created an opportunity for Nietzsche and Hermione.

"Disarm you!"

"There are many obstacles!"