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Rather than encouraging everyone, he said this to comfort himself.

This guy was, after all, a silver-plated spearhead, a scumbag among imposters. It was a miracle that he could still stand when facing a truly dangerous species like the basilisk.

"You have none of your business here, shut up!" Flitwick really hated him more and more the more he looked at him, and couldn't help but scold him.

"Damn, this guy is heading towards the auditorium!" Even Snape could no longer remain calm after seeing the basilisk's actions.

After all, the young wizards have been transferred to the auditorium. If the basilisk rushes in, the consequences will be disastrous in such a small place.

"Why? This guy seems to have a strong purpose?" Mag frowned deeply, his expression full of confusion.

Logically speaking, their attack on the basilisk should have been enough to attract its hatred. From the perspective of animal thought, the two sides should have fought to the death.

But this snake monster did not play by the rules. It left them and went straight to the auditorium.

"Now is not the time to think about these things. We must not let the children get hurt." Flitwick took two deep breaths and waved the wand in his hand continuously.

The red and blue magic spells bombarded the basilisk's location like lightning, and two huge fireworks bloomed on its body.

The Ravenclaw Headmaster was indeed a master of spells. Even the basilisk's scales were unable to withstand his attacks. Two huge dents appeared on its body, and blood was dripping.

But strangely, even after suffering such trauma, the basilisk did not stop moving forward at all.

"Oh, damn it!" Flitwick roared loudly, and even wanted to raise his foot and rush in front of the basilisk to stop it with his body.

hum.

Just at this moment, a dark red light suddenly passed by his side.

puff.

The light instantly passed behind the basilisk and hit its eyes.

Hey!

The basilisk finally couldn't hold on any longer, and the intense pain caused it to tumble desperately on the ground. The pillars on both sides collapsed under the impact of its massive body, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Boom.

At this moment, a ball of dark blue flame fell from the sky and instantly enveloped the entire body of the basilisk.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Dumbledore slowly appeared and spoke in a gentle tone.

"You can come later, Professor Dumbledore." Snape looked at him sideways, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Don't be too harsh on the elderly, Severus." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "This is already my fastest speed. I didn't even have time to eat a piece of popping candy." As he spoke, he looked at the basilisk that was gradually burning to ashes.

"What a beautiful spell, Professor Dumbledore." Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief and praised, "I dare say that no one in the entire wizarding world can control the Fiery Blaze as exquisitely as you do."

Burning the basilisk's body without damaging other surrounding substances obviously requires extremely sophisticated control ability.

This was the first time in Flitwick's life that he had seen this level of control.

"This technique was inspired by Ziklaine." Dumbledore blinked and said, "But he doesn't seem to be here?" He looked around and indeed did not see the short, messy sky-blue hair.

"He's taking a break today," Mag replied, "He should still be in the dormitory right now, right?"

"We shouldn't be discussing spells right now." Snape looked at Dumbledore fiercely and said calmly, "Why did this basilisk appear in the square? Didn't you say you were fully prepared?"

"There's been a deviation from the plan, Severus." Dumbledore sighed and said, "Please believe me, this is not what I want to see."

"Plan?" Mag was stunned, his eyes confused.

Dumbledore's plan to lure the snake out of its hole and catch the mastermind behind the plot was obviously not told to her. The old professor only discussed it with Snape. The latter tried his best to oppose it, but he could not change the old professor's mind.

But in this situation, the plan was clearly flawed. Instead of luring the snake away, the basilisk appeared rampaging across the campus.

"Wait, wait... what's going on?" Ron, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally thought of something and asked in surprise, "If the basilisk appeared here, then where is Harry?"

446 Harry Potter in the Chamber of Secrets

"Harry? Harry Potter?" Professor McGonagall turned away, somewhat surprised, and asked, "What's his connection to the Basilisk? What are you doing? Answer me, Mr. Weasley!"

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall!" Seeing the increasingly irritable Gryffindor Headmaster in front of him, Ron didn't dare to hide anything anymore. "We've already found the Chamber of Secrets. Harry has been chasing the Basilisk ever since he learned of its whereabouts..."

"Oh, my God!" Flitwick's face was full of shock and his eyes were stunned.

He really didn't expect that there would be a little wizard who would dare to chase the basilisk around. What did they think the basilisk was, a wild rabbit in the wheat field?

"How surprising." Snape sneered and said, "It seems that our Mr. Potter really has the potential to be a hero. He wants to hunt down a basilisk that is more powerful than a dragon at the age of fourteen." As he spoke, he looked at Dumbledore meaningfully.

Professor McGonagall, who noticed this, also realized something and said coldly, "Albus, have you known about this for a long time?"

"I am not a god, Minerva," Dumbledore sighed, "and I cannot predict everything. Even though I thought Mr. Potter and his companions would find the location of the Chamber of Secrets, I did not expect him to chase the Basilisk alone."

Even Old Deng couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had seen such a reckless man. This kid was truly beyond his expectations.

"Humph, even more stupid than his annoying father!" Snape snorted coldly.

"So, you're letting them go find the Chamber of Secrets?" McGonagall saw the essence of the problem from a different perspective, and she looked like a powder keg about to ignite. "I can't believe it, Albus! You actually let these little wizards do such a thing!"

"It's not the first time," Snape muttered.

"Calm down, Minerva." Even Dumbledore would have a headache facing the irritable Professor McGonagall. "Children always have to grow up. They also need time to train themselves."

"You call this training for a second-year wizard to face a basilisk on his own?" Professor McGonagall asked loudly, seething with anger.

The quarrel between McGonagall and Dumbledore made the professors who had rushed over feel a little awkward. Of course, the most awkward one was Ron, who was standing in the group of professors. He looked at a loss at the moment.

In the Chamber of Secrets of Hogwarts, Gerald and Hermione stood in front of a claustrophobic stone door.

"Professor, do we really not have to worry about the basilisk?" Hermione asked in a low voice while looking at Gerard who was exploring the stone wall.

As they were leading Jellal into the secret room, they had noticed the commotion in the square. The basilisk's massive size was still very conspicuous, but Jellal hadn't stayed to help the professors.

"Don't even think about seeing the professors at Hogwarts. They're stronger than you think." Gerald turned his head and glanced at her, then said calmly, "Or do you want to see Harry's cold corpse?"

"But the basilisk has clearly been entangled by the professors." Hermione asked doubtfully, "How could Harry still be in here?"

"If he's not in here, the basilisk won't be able to get out." Jellal chuckled softly, his eyes turning to the golden snake statues on both sides of the gate. "Open it."

He didn't use human language for the last three words, but authentic Parseltongue.

Click.

The circular iron gate slowly began to move, and a small snake, as thick as a finger, extended from the statue's tail. The snake swam around the iron gate, and the gate gradually opened.

"Professor!" Hermione said in disbelief and astonishment, "You, you are also a Parseltongue?"

"Ah, I learned it from a book." Gerald nodded and said, "There's a Slytherin spell book in the restricted section. It has detailed instructions on how to learn Parseltongue."

"Oh my god, this is incredible!" Hermione said with admiration, "I always thought Parseltongue was a bloodline power, but I didn't expect it could be learned? Is it that difficult?"

"It's okay." Jellal nodded slightly and stepped into the iron gate first.

For others, it's more than just "difficult to learn." The language used to record Parseltongue is a fairly ancient runic script.

In other words, to learn Parseltongue, you first need to be a Master of Spells. Even for a Master of Spells, it would take at least five to ten years to master the language.

So the question is, which magic pattern master is willing to spend five to ten years learning a language that is basically useless?

Of course, these prerequisites are obstacles for ordinary wizards. But for a true god like Gerard, it's a bit ridiculous. He doesn't need any fancy tricks; with his omniscience and omnipotence, there's nothing he can't learn in a second.

Passing through the iron gate, Gerald and Hermione saw a long, dark corridor. On either side of the corridor were stone pillars with coiled snake carvings, and beneath them were various inscriptions.

Most of these texts record Slytherin's life experiences, such as breeding the first "basilisk", catching the rare shadow horned lizard, using Animagus to transform into a giant python to steal the teats of the farm... There are many things, and they are very detailed.

At the end of this corridor is a life-size statue clinging to the wall.

The image depicts a young man wearing a magic robe and a proud look. On his chest is a golden snake badge.

"Is this the Slytherin?" Hermione swallowed, still a little in awe of this legendary figure.

Jellal didn't care at all, just glanced at it and turned his gaze to the side stairs. There, he saw Harry Potter lying on the ground.

The legendary savior's skin was now pale, as if he had been soaked in seawater. However, his rising and falling chest showed that he was still breathing faintly, not completely dead.

"Harry?" Hermione also noticed the other party at this time, and was about to rush towards him with a nervous expression.

Fainted!

But as she lifted her foot, a dark blue magic spell like lightning shot towards her.

447 Riddle's Conspiracy

Faced with the invasion of the spell, Hermione had almost no chance to react. She could only stare blankly at the blue spell getting closer and closer to her.

"Armor protection." Gerald's voice sounded from behind her, and a golden armor-like shield stood up in front of Hermione.

boom.

The spell struck the shield with a sharp, crisp sound. Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the entire chamber before plunging into darkness again.

"You, you are... Cedric?" In the light from before, Hermione recognized the boy who attacked her. "Why?"

Hard to understand.

The little witch was really confused at this moment. Why did Cedric, who was clearly attacked by the heir, appear in the secret room? Moreover, why did he attack her?

Could it be that all this is a lie?

Is this Cedric the true heir to the Chamber of Secrets?

"What a beautiful Shield Charm." Cedric slowly walked out from the dark corner, but he had no intention of answering Hermione's question. "You really live up to your reputation, Mr. Ziklein."

"Really?" Jellal smiled and said softly, "But you disappoint me, Mr. Heir. Is that all?"

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Tom." Cedric did not get angry at the other party's provocation. He said politely, "Tom Riddle."

"I see." Jellal nodded, pretending to be hearing this information for the first time. "No wonder."

"It seems you have heard of me?" Cedric, who was possessed by Tom, smiled gently.

"I know a little bit." Gerard said calmly, "He was once the most outstanding student at Hogwarts, hailed as a rising star. But not long after graduation, he degenerated into the Dark Lord feared by the entire wizarding world. He was known as Voldemort."

Voldemort?

Hermione was stunned, her face full of disbelief. "You, you are Voldemort?" She stared at Cedric blankly, her heart filled with shock.

"Voldemort?" Tom frowned and said, "Excuse me, that's a bit harsh. How could my future self be willing to accept such an unpleasant title?"

"Your future self won't be as rational as you are now," Jellal said calmly, glancing at him. "Of course, you'll also lose the cunningness of your present self."

"Please call it strategy, sir." Tom corrected with a smile: "As a true Slytherin, learning to use strategy is a compulsory course."

"The former Voldemort?" Hermione finally understood the situation during their conversation. "So that's how it is. Did Voldemort split his soul when he was young?"

"Horcruxes are indeed great magic." Tom turned his gaze to her and smiled. "But there are still many areas that need improvement. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time at that time."

As he spoke, Cedric's face gradually changed into that of a young Voldemort, with blond hair and a gentle smile.

Is this guy really Voldemort?

Hermione was a little embarrassed by his gentle smile. Isn't it too different from the legendary Dark Lord? However, in terms of handsomeness, he still couldn't compare to Professor Zeklein.

"So you are coming back this time to improve your Horcrux first?" Gerard asked calmly.

"No." Tom shook his head and said softly, "I plan to destroy all the Horcruxes and then kill Voldemort."

what?

Hermione was horrified, her face filled with surprise. Was he serious? Killing himself?

"Is that so?" Jellal didn't seem surprised by the answer and nodded slightly.

"I am Tom Riddle, not anyone else." Tom ignored the expression on his face and began to explain. "I don't want to be part of anyone else. I am who I am. In order to achieve this goal, no matter whether it is Dumbledore or Voldemort who stands in my way, they must be eliminated."

"That's a good idea," Gerald agreed.

"I know you'll agree." Tom smiled happily and said, "Because we are the same kind of people, not bound by the rules of this world. I'm formally inviting you to work together."

Hermione stared at Gerald blankly, her heart beating rapidly. "Professor Ziklein...?"

"You seem to have misunderstood something, Tom." Gerard shook his head and said, "I do agree with your idea, but that doesn't mean I will join your camp."

"Oh?" Tom smiled and said, "Why?"

"You should be very clear about this." Gerald looked at him calmly and said, "You went to so much trouble to lure me here. Do you really want to cooperate with me?"

"Lead here?" Hermione was stunned, her face full of confusion.

"You used the basilisk to attract the professors' attention, and then used Harry Potter as bait. Your goal was to get me to this secret room." Jellal lowered his eyelids and said lightly, "I'm right, Tom."

"Very good, you're really smart!" Tom clapped his hands and exclaimed in admiration, "I'm really liking you more and more, Ziklein. I admit that you're as smart as I am, as strong as I am. You're really perfect! A perfect host body!"