Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 180

Professor McGonagall confirmed that all the teachers were there, and she said with a heavy tone, "An accident happened again, Professor Lockhart was attacked." But her face was not heavy or sad, but a little bit sad. Easy.

"That's really a sad thing." Professor Sprout's tone couldn't read the sadness at all. "My mandela grass is about to mature. It's a pity that you can't let it doze off. It can be refined. Professor Lockhart who came out of the resurrection potion came to refine it."

"It's a shame not to be able to see Professor Lockhart and the monster in the secret room with my own eyes. The 300 rounds of the battle is really regrettable." Snape said regretfully, "They moved so fast. They did it in a second. The battle is over 300 rounds. Otherwise, maybe others can catch up."

"That's really too regrettable. It's hard to imagine the monster daring to attack the school teacher, and it's even harder to imagine the teacher being attacked without holding it for a second." Professor Flitwick was a little helpless towards Lockhart's incompetence.

"It's a pity that Lockhart didn't leave the slightest clue." Professor McGonagall thought about the attack with some headaches, even if there were more clues, Lockhart was too incompetent.

"The only clue is that we probably know now that the monster is not limited to attacking students. If he can, he will attack even the teacher, which is a good thing." Snape's tone was a little brisk.

The other teachers were immediately thoughtful. If the monster would even attack the teacher, then it might be possible to draw it out.

Not every teacher is as incompetent as Lockhart. They don't think that they will lose to a monster controlled by a student. What's more, this is still a school. As long as the monster is drawn out and dragged, they can catch the murderer.

"Or we can provoke the murderer and let him continue to target the teacher." Professor McGonagall was possessed by Ron at this moment, and she immediately had the same method as Ron, who was devastated.

The other teachers also agreed. After all, they are really helpless now, even the shadow of the murderer can't be touched. If the murderer had targeted them, they wouldn't think that they would be totally unresisted. Only when you really come into contact with the murderer can you have a chance to catch the murderer.

For a time, the faculty lounge was like a common room in Gryffindor. The teachers also offered suggestions on how to provoke the murderer so that the murderer can target them.

In a single dormitory in Ravenclaw, there were a few more magical arrays on the white and monotonous walls. The closed curtains blocked the intrusion of sunlight, and the silver candles in the room glowed with light blue flames. A simple single dormitory suddenly had a mysterious atmosphere of magic.

A tall, strong man was studying a diary on the desk. The thin, worn-out diary, looming in the light blue light, seemed to disappear suddenly.

The man clinging to a simple and unpretentious wand, tapped on the diary, and drew a slender black smoke from the diary. The black smoke fell on the ground and turned into a translucent illusory shadow.

"The attack has happened again. It seems that you were preparing for it, Tom." The tall man stared at the black figure in front of him and said in a positive tone.

"What do you know? Damn George." The black smoke turned into a tall boy with black hair, and his illusory figure looked a little fuzzy, as if he was facing a layer of mist.

"Unsurprisingly, give the basilisk an order in advance. If you don't have your instructions for a long time, continue to attack, and even increase the intensity and frequency of the attack, and finally even kill." George's face was flat and a terrorist would be analyzed. The means used.

Riddle's face was slightly ugly, the meat was on the chopping board, and the plan was seen through again. Now there is no chance of a head-on turn.

He hesitated a little and changed his strategy, "A single dormitory, are you Slytherin or Ravenclaw? Looking at the simple furnishings and decorations in the room, you are a boring and tasteless person. Then needless to say, You are the Ravenclaw of the nerd. Although you are not the usual nerd."

"Compared to the stupid and simple Gryffindor, I prefer the cunning Slytherin and the stubborn Ravenclaw to deal with. After all, we don't have a conflict in the strict sense."

Riddle said politely, "Actually, you hit me hard as soon as we met, and I haven't gotten over it yet. Maybe we will have more places to discuss."

He looked around the room again, "There is nothing superfluous in the room. You can see that you are a strong-willed person who pursues strength."

"You know, even at this age, I don't have your current strength."

He said in a bewildered tone, "We can be friends. I have many people. But most of them are useless, and they can't understand me. They only have restless desire, only violent madness." He lowered his head and said. My loneliness and loneliness are not understood by others.

Then he looked up at George again. He changed his tone and continued, "But we are different. We are the same kind. We pursue strength. We pursue strength. We decide everything. We can be friends and we can share the world. "

"Even, I don't mind having you dominate the world. I am more eager to use endless life to explore endless knowledge. I think you must have had similar thoughts."

"This did happen." George's tone was flat, and he did not deny that he had a similar idea ~ www.readwn.com ~ Riddle's bewitched, and immediately became harder, "We are born extraordinary, we are born strong. The world is right. As far as we are concerned, it is just a crisscross, intertwined net. They constrain our strength and our talent."

"Because other people are too fragile and too ordinary, they suppress our nature and ask us to be in a group."

"But in fact, we don't need to. We are the ones who determine the direction of the world." He seemed to see that George hadn't been touched, and immediately changed his words, "At least, we must control ourselves. No one can interfere with our destiny. ."

"A reasonable statement." George said non-committal. After all, he is not really only twelve years old. As a person who has lived in the Internet age to more than 20 years old and has experienced various forums and wars, how can he be moved by the simple empty mouth.

"You are not friendly, I know you still have a prejudice against me." Riddle would not fail to hear George's plainness, he became more humble and friendly.

(To be continued.)

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