Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Um~ where am I?"

Cold drops of water dripped on his face, Harry put his hand on his slightly drowsy forehead and struggled to open his eyes.

All he could see was the dull stalagmite above his head, and the half-closed serpentine door on the wall not far away.

Through the gap in the closed door, Harry vaguely heard a huge roar from behind the door.

It wasn't until then that he remembered that he went down to the secret room with Clark, Professor Lockhart and others, preparing to rescue Hermione and Neville, and at the same time to catch the real culprit behind the monster attack, so as to solve Hogwarts the great crisis.

At this time, Lockhart, who was leaning against the door of the trap, also found the awakened Harry.

"You're finally awake. This is outside the secret room. When you opened the door of the trap just now, you triggered the protective magic on the door. Fortunately, this thing is very old, and it's not harmful. It just fell into a coma for a while."

Harry heard Lockhart's words, and then he remembered that when he opened the door in Parseltongue just now, the eyes of the two snakes seemed to shoot two green rays of light, one of them hit him, the other one hit him. a…

He looked back and found that Ron behind him was also waking up, and it seemed that they were the only ones who were unlucky and became a pair of brothers and sisters.

But why are there only three of them here, Clark?

Harry asked, but Lockhart said worriedly while looking in the direction of the secret room nervously.

"Clarke was worried about the safety of Hermione and Neville, and couldn't worry about you guys, so he asked me to stay here to look after them, and I went ahead and found out the situation."

"Ah! Professor, how could you let him go alone." The impatient Harry hurriedly struggled to get up.

Ron worried about his cousin, too.

"Rest assured, with Clark's strength, there should be no problem." Lockhart explained, but in the eyes of Harry and Ron, he was timid.

The three of them opened the door and got in together. However, as soon as they stepped on the floor of the secret room, they saw a small figure floating in the dark waves like a tide not far away.

"Clark!"

Harry recognized him at a glance and gave a nervous shout.

The little figure followed the sound and waved at him, "Harry, don't worry, the basilisk is blind, and the mastermind behind it is that little Tom Riddle!"

Clark finished speaking, and Riddle, who was hiding in the dark, was so annoyed that he controlled the basilisk and attacked him.

Harry in the distance only had time to shout "Be careful" when he saw a dark green snake tail with a thick trunk thrown out of the black tide and beaten heavily on Clark's body.

The thin air was immediately blown up, and there was a loud bang, and the small figure was like a thin leaf, drawing a smooth curve under the strong blow.

Then, it fell into the open mouth of the Slytherin statue not far away.

"No!" Ron cried out, almost fainting.

Harry and Lockhart even picked up their wands and released a few magic spells at the basilisk from a distance.

However, the basilisk just drilled into the black tide, and the magic released by the two was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no wave.

"Asshole." Harry was worried about Clark, whose life and death were uncertain, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to rush up, but the calm Lockhart held him back.

"Wait, you are not his opponent."

Lockhart looked solemnly at the Kuroshio not far away, and the basilisk that appeared and disappeared, but he cursed Clark badly in his heart.

This little liar, when he told himself that there was no danger, what was this? He has only seen such powerful black magic fluctuations on a few terrifying old guys.

Lockhart's heart began to retreat. He was a flexible person himself. Even if he left Harry and Ron and ran away alone, he had no guilt.

But the experienced him also knows that turning around and running away in this situation and exposing his back to the enemy is also not a good choice.

It seems that he can only take one step at a time. Anyway, he doesn't believe that Clark, the little liar, will die so easily.

And just when Lockhart hesitated, the Kuroshio not far away changed again.

Under the vigilant gaze of the three, the Kuroshio surged and retreated into the shadows like waves.

A tall, thin, handsome boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old walked out of the dark tide of separation.

"Little Tom Riddle!"

Even if he didn't know each other, Harry immediately guessed his identity and said through gritted teeth.

And hearing Harry's name, Tom Riddle, whose sensitive heart was stinged, could no longer maintain the hypocritical smile on his face.

His face and tone became cold, "Harry Potter, the famous savior!"

Riddle's eyes flicked across the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"I've waited for a long time, just hoping to have a chance to see you and talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about between us." Harry flatly refused, glancing vaguely at the statue.

"No, we have to talk!" Riddle also noticed Harry's actions at this time, and said sarcastically, "You don't want to end up like that kid."

Lockhart, who was beside Harry, also persuaded in a voice like a mosquito: "You talk to him first and try to delay the time."

Harry nodded, struggling to keep his tone calm. "Why do you want to see me?"

"Oh, yes, Harry," said Riddle, "Clark told me all about you, all of your fascinating past, and your Parseltongue not so long ago."

"I knew I had to get to know you more, talk to you, and even meet you in person if possible. So I bewitched that stupid Clarke guy and asked him to do it for me..."

"Clark is my friend!" Harry interrupted, his voice trembling with anger. "Fifty years ago you framed Hagrid, and now you're going to frame Clark again, aren't you?"

"Framed?" Riddle let out one of his sharp, piercing laughter. "I'll admit, I've framed that idiot Hagrid, but not Clark."

"This poor little guy has been complaining to me about how terrible his talent is, how brilliant his classmate Harry Potter is, how brilliant he is.

Jealousy eroded his heart, he desperately wanted to change this, and I just used his..."

Riddle was only halfway through his words, when he found that the three people standing opposite were all looking at him with a foolish look, and their voices gradually decreased.

"Bad talent? Jealous of Harry?" Lockhart's voice was playful.

"Oh, we don't believe a word of your nonsense.

Everyone at Hogwarts, students and teachers, knew how good Clark was and how hard he worked.

You say he's jealous of Harry Potter, that's just nonsense! "

Harry and Ron both nodded wildly in cooperation. If it was said that the "Hogwarts School Magazine" was organized, the Hogwarts Dragon Farm was planned, the duel club was organized, and Clark, who won the first grade, was not good, then the whole Hogwarts, there are no good students anymore.

Riddle looked at the expressions on the faces of the three of them, and the first thing in his heart felt that this matter was out of control.

It shouldn't be, that little bastard, obviously a very ordinary child, the Legilimency perception is very smooth...

No, how could a person who can make him feel aggrieved be so ordinary? My initial Legilimency didn't work, it was only the second time that it worked...

Based on the reactions of Harry and the others, Riddle finally sensed something was wrong, and began to review his past contacts with Clark.

When Harry saw the other party's face turning green and white, he thought that Riddle was angry because the trick failed, and immediately said proudly.

"Don't waste your time, no one will be framed by your tricks, not only Clark, Hagrid, but even those hurt by the basilisk you released will be fine."

The basilisk I unleashed? Obviously Clark did it!

Riddle was stunned for a moment, but quickly put the matter aside, and didn't want to argue, anyway, the other party wouldn't believe him, so why bother.

He looked at Harry and said softly, "Didn't I just say it? To me, opening the Chamber of Secrets, killing Mudbloods, framing Hagrid, it doesn't matter anymore, my new goal has always been It's you - Potter!"

Harry stared at him in astonishment, wondering what he meant.

"I have many questions for you, Harry Potter.

Like, how did a baby, without any particularly magical powers, defeat the greatest wizard of all time?

How can you escape unharmed, leaving only a scar, while Voldemort's power is destroyed? "

There was a strange red light in Riddle's wolf-like eyes.

"Why do you care how I escaped?"

Harry remembered Lockhart's suggestion to let him delay, and asked in a deliberately long voice, "Voldemort happened many years after your death."

"Voldemort," said Riddle softly, like a dying old man, recalling his youth, which was a great contrast to his youthful appearance.

"That's my past, my present, and my future, Harry Potter..."

He stretched out a slender and clean finger, drew a few times in the air, and wrote three shiny names:

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Then he flipped his hand, and the letters automatically switched positions immediately, and the originally shiny name suddenly billowed with black smoke and became:

I am Voldemort

Ron on the side took a deep breath when he saw this.

Although they had speculated about most of Tom Riddle's life experience before, they didn't expect this to be the Dark Lord when he was young.

Riddle was pleased with his response.

"See?" he said triumphantly. "I am Voldemort, and Voldemort is me."

"Tom Riddle was the name I used when I was a student at Hogwarts. Of course, how could I possibly use my filthy Muggle father's name for the rest of my life?

You know, in my veins is the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, passed on to me through his descendants' daughters!

Am I still going to keep that disgusting common muggle name?

He abandoned me before I was born because he found out his wife was a witch!

So, Harry, I came up with a new name for myself, one that no wizard would dare say lightly one day.

By then, I will be the greatest wizard in the world! "

Harry's mind seemed to freeze.

He stared blankly at Riddle, just such a person, also a descendant of a wizarding family, once an orphan whose parents died, but when he grew up, he actually killed his parents, and so many other people...

Finally, Harry finally forced himself to speak.

"You're not." His calm voice was filled with hatred.

"Not what?" Riddle asked sharply.

"You are not the greatest magician in the world!"

Harry's voice was firm, and Lockhart tugged at his shirt lightly, reminding him not to provoke him.

But Harry was unmoved, still breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. However, the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore.

Everyone says that, even when you're at your strongest, you don't dare try to get your hands on Hogwarts.

What's more, now, he still makes you scared, no matter where you hide these days, you must be worried. "

The smile on Riddle's face disappeared, replaced by a very ugly look.

"I just used my wits to drive Dumbledore out of the castle!" he said through gritted teeth.

"You think it's beautiful, he didn't leave!"

Harry hoped that the lie would scare the Dark Lord, but he, who had never studied at Lockhart, was particularly clumsy.

Riddle opened his mouth, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was about to ridicule, but suddenly froze there.

It turned out that a peculiar sound of music floated from somewhere.

The voice is illusory and ethereal, ethereal and mysterious, just listening to the beginning, it makes people emotional and full of courage.

Harry could only feel his blood surging, and the hair on his scalp stood on end.

Ron clutched his chest, and as the music grew louder, he felt his entire atrium swell to twice its size.

Even Lockhart had a thought in his heart, maybe it was not impossible to fight against this young Dark Lord.

Riddle turned sharply, looking at the empty back room, trying to find the origin of the music.

At this moment, a golden red flame suddenly spewed from the top of the nearest stone pillar.

The splendid flames were about the height of a person, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and a big crimson bird flew out of the flames gracefully.