Chapter 206 Return! Sixteen-Year-Old Tom Riddle!

Chapter 206 Return! Sixteen-Year-Old Tom Riddle!

"The mandrake will mature soon, and your classmates will return to you soon.

In the herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout announced happily.

Compared with the ugly doll at the beginning, Mandrake has evolved and turned into... an ugly young man.

At this time, the mandrakes are extremely quiet and dull, with their eyes closed. This is a sign that they are about to mature. As long as their eyes are opened, they will be complete.

Looking at this smelly thing, Wayne always thinks of the legendary ginseng fruit.

If the ginseng fruit looked like this, he could understand why Tang Monk couldn't stop talking.

Everyone’s task in this class is also very easy. Just loosen up the soil for the mandrake.

But everyone's movements were cautious, for fear of causing any damage to the mandrake.

Sprout circled around, nodded with satisfaction, and finally came to Wayne's side, looking at the treasure of his academy with joy.

"Thanks to the fertilizers you provided, the maturation cycle of the mandrake has been advanced by two months.

"What is it made of?" Sprout asked curiously.

"The formula given by Senior Newt." Wayne said briefly. The most important ingredients were the venom of the Acromantula and the dung of the Moonstruck Beast.

After hearing this, Sprout was slightly disappointed.

The excrement of the Moon-Crazy Beast is okay, but the venom of the Acromantula

A bottle appeared in Wayne's hand, "Professor, take it. If it's not enough, I have some more."

"No." Sprout shook his head repeatedly: "This is too valuable, keep it for yourself."

"Don't worry, I will definitely not be short of Acromantula venom." Wayne smiled mysteriously. Sprout resisted several times and put away the venom.

But she didn't believe the above sentence either.

How can anyone not be short of such a precious material? Unless you raise a large group of Acromantulas.

Two days passed in a flash, and it was the weekend again, and it was also Quidditch match day.

Harry was just about to watch the match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw with his friends when he suddenly felt a bump on his back.

Looking back, he saw Lockhart winking at him and then walking out of the auditorium.

Harry immediately understood what he meant and said to Ronald calmly, holding his stomach.

"Ronald, you guys go ahead. I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach and I need to go to the bathroom.

Ronald didn't care and agreed directly.

He trotted out of the auditorium and saw Lockhart waiting for him there.

"Professor, what do you want from me?"

Lockhart suppressed his excited voice: "Follow me, I have discovered the secret room."

"Really?" Harry was overjoyed: "I'll inform Professor McGonagall!"

"Don't worry." Lockhart grabbed Harry who was about to leave, "This is just a guess. I inferred the location of the secret room based on some clues. I'm still not sure whether the secret room was just an ordinary secret passage?"

"I need your help Harry, if it is proven that there is indeed a secret room, it will not be too late to find other professors.

If he said this to other people, it would probably have no effect.

But standing in front of him was Harry Potter, the most reckless Gryffindor, and Harry agreed without any hesitation.

The two of them rushed towards the second floor. Along the way, Harry was still asking how he found the secret room.

"I won't hide it from you, Harry." Lockhart said as he walked away.

"Newt Scamander said that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets might also be a basilisk."

"And you're a Parseltongue, so you can hear sounds that others can't."

"So that's it?" Harry figured it out immediately and admired Lockhart even more, then he was stunned when he saw the bathroom in front of him.

"Professor, are you in the wrong place? This is the Ansheng bathroom."

"No, the entrance is right here."

Lockhart pulled Harry and walked in. Fortunately, all the students in the school were in the auditorium now, and no one saw the two men's perverted behavior.

The ghost that originally resided here, Weeping Myrtle, had gone somewhere, and the bathroom was empty.

"The entrance to the secret room is right here."

Lockhart found a faucet that couldn't discharge water and said affirmatively.

"Professor, how did Tao discover this place?" Harry looked at him strangely.

"Pipeline." Lockhart had already thought of the excuse: "All the attacks occurred on the second floor, which is exactly opposite the boys' bathroom. The basilisk should have come out from here and bumped into Bloody Barro and two student."

"You're a fucking genius." Harry admired Lockhart's brain even more.

"What should I do?"

"See the snake's shadow on the faucet?" Lockhart whispered, "Try using Parseltongue on it.

Harry moved closer and indeed saw characters and a small snake on the brass faucet.

After several attempts, the human language finally turned into Parseltongue.

"Hiss (Open!)"

Suddenly, the faucet emitted a dazzling white light and began to rotate rapidly, and then the pool began to move. They watched the pool slowly disappear, revealing a very thick water pipe.

"Great, it's really here!" Harry jumped up happily and looked at Lockhart excitedly: "Are we going down? The secret room may be here.

"Of course, let's go take a look." Lockhart showed a mysterious smile and got in first.

Harry followed closely behind, as if he were sitting on a deep, dark, and dirty slide. He didn't know how long he had been sliding and how many turns he had turned.

But he can be sure that this place is already very deep under the school.

The two of them went out of the exit and fell onto the wet ground.

"Lumos!" Harry raised his wand, illuminating the path ahead.

"This must be deeper than the Black Lake."

There was a straight passage ahead, and Harry couldn't wait to walk forward. He could see the bones of many creatures on the ground, most of which belonged to rats and would break if stepped on.

At the end of the tunnel is a solid wall carved with two intertwined snakes, their eyes set with shining emeralds.

Lockhart didn't need to say anything, he was already familiar with it and said in Parseltongue:

"Hiss (Open!)"

The two snakes separated, and the stone wall cracked in the middle.

This time, Harry did not dare to go in, but carefully observed the inside. The room was extremely huge, and the height was higher than the ceiling of the auditorium.

Stone pillars are arranged neatly, and at the end of the secret room is a statue as tall as the room.

It had an old, monkey-like face and a sparse beard that almost dragged on the floor. Harry had never seen such an ugly old man.

Is this Slytherin?

"Professor, I'm sure this is the Chamber of Secrets." Harry whispered, for fear of waking up the monster inside: "Let's go find Professor McGonagall and ask her to inform Dumbledore." "

"I guess it's no longer necessary."

"What?"

boom!

A ray of red light hit Harry from behind. The wand he held in his hand fell out of his hand, and Harry was sent flying into the secret room by the huge force.

"Professor, bah!"

Harry also felt that this scene seemed familiar.

He also trusted Quirrell so much last year, and then he was severely slapped in the face.

"Harry, I can solve the crisis in the secret room by myself. To bring you here, I just need a martyr of sufficient weight to bring this drama to an end.

Lockhart fired another petrification spell, hitting Harry who was struggling to get up, leaving him lying straight on the ground unable to move.

Harry saw that Lockhart had five rings on his fingers, and the spell just now was emitted from the rings.

He just had one thought in his mind right now.

"Wayne, you screwed me over."

Harry swore that if he could go back alive this time, he would not save money and ask Wayne to buy more protective items.

This school is so dangerous!

"Lockhart, you are the murderer who opened the secret room."

Although he was petrified, he could still speak. What Harry had to do was to delay as much time as possible until Ronald realized something was wrong, and he might still be rescued.

"No, no, no, I'm not a murderer." Lockhart shook his head, and the exaggerated smile on his face disappeared.

He came to the corner of the secret room, where there was a steaming crucible. He drank half of the potion in the crucible, and Lockhart's face turned rosy.

"I was not the one who opened the secret room, I was the hero who stopped the attack."

"The savior died tragically at the mouth of the basilisk, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor rose up to kill the basilisk and ended everything."

Lockhart said intoxicatedly: "This is the first story that truly belongs to me."

"I have published seven books, but all the stories are other people's and it will be different from now on."

"Are all your books made up?" Harry's eyes widened.

"No, it's not made up, but it really happened." Lockhart corrected: "I just took out other people's memories and shared them with others."

"You are plagiarizing!"

"If the person involved doesn't remember it, who can prove that I plagiarized it?"

"Okay, you know enough, Harry." Lockhart smiled again and took out his diary:

"Let me introduce, this is the culprit who opened the secret room, a memory from fifty years ago.'

After speaking, he stood in front of the Slytherin statue and wrote in his diary:

"Tom, help me summon the basilisk."

"After you kill Harry Potter, you have to order the basilisk to close its eyes and let me kill it."

[Mr. Lockhart, I understand. 】

Streams of black smoke emerged from the diary and entered Lockhart's body. His eyes were confused for a moment, and his pupils turned from blue to black.

"Tom, what are you doing? Summon the basilisk quickly."

Seeing Tom's delay in moving, Lockhart said doubtfully: "You can only come out for two minutes at a time, it's a waste of time.

"Mr. Lockhart, I actually lied to you."

"What?"

"After you fed me so much food, two minutes was just wishful thinking on your part.

Tom picked up Harry's wand that he had just captured and rubbed it carefully: "Thank you for your help. You are right. The end of this drama does require a martyr. He is, and so are you.

Then, under Harry's blank gaze, Lockhart walked up to the crucible and added a bunch of green liquid into it.

"...Mandrake juice, the potion I taught you can not only be used to replenish energy, but as long as this potion is added, it becomes a resurrection potion."

"Impossible, you are just a memory, how can you be resurrected!"

"Yes, I am just a memory, but it is a memory with soul fragments."

"Your soul, your vitality has been almost devoured by me, of course I can resurrect you.

After drinking the remaining potion in the crucible, Lockhart let out a terrifying scream, and blood protruded from his body, staining the purple mage's robe red.

"Ugh!'

Harry looked behind him and retched like crazy.

Lockhart's flesh and blood were turned out. He could no longer be called a human being, but a bloody mass of flesh.

After the strange squirming, the diary was wrapped in it and gradually returned to its human form.

This was a tall boy with black hair, very handsome. He lay on the ground and vomited. Finally, he vomited out his notebook, then kicked it aside without caring. He used a cleaning spell to clean up the blood on his body and left. Arriving in front of Harry.

This series of events had completely shut down Harry's brain, and he could only stare blankly at the boy, as if the scar on his forehead was about to split.

The black-haired boy was indifferent to his pain, stretched out his cold and slender fingers, and landed on the scar on Harry's forehead.

Harry was about to faint from the pain. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you?"

"Master Potter." Tom said subconsciously, making Harry stunned for a moment, forgetting the pain for the moment.

This guy is quite polite.

"Damn Lauren..." Tom's face darkened and he cursed softly.

He stood up again and took a few steps back.

Harry finally felt better.

Tom introduced himself politely.

"Hello, Harry Potter, we finally meet officially."

"My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. You may not know me, but I know your name very well."

"No, I know you." Harry, dressed roughly, said, "Special contribution award to the school."

"Ah (money), yes, that's me, driving away the hybrid giant who endangered the school." Tom smiled.

"You framed Hagrid!" Harry said angrily.

"You don't have time to fight for others, Mr. Savior." Tom said calmly: "Voldemort was defeated at your hands because of his incompetence, but I cannot remain indifferent.

"Use your death today to put an end to the bad relationship that has been entangled for more than ten years."

"What does this have to do with Voldemort?" Harry asked confused.

"Voldemort." Riddle said softly: "It's my past, present, and past future."

He made a few gestures with Harry's wand in the air and wrote his name.

【Tom Marvolo Riddle】

Then he waved the wand again, and the letters changed their positions and turned into a brand new line of words.

【I am Voldemort】

"Do you understand now?"

Tom glanced at Harry, walked quickly to the Slytherin statue, raised his head, stretched out his hand, and hissed strange words.

Harry understood.

"Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Four!17

Slytherin's huge face moved, its mouth opened, and finally a black hole was formed, with something moving inside, making rustling sounds.

Harry closed his eyes, knowing that there was a basilisk inside, and he would definitely die if he looked into the eyes of the basilisk.

"Stop struggling, Harry Potter. You defeated Voldemort twice, which is enough to go down in history."

"Open your eyes and face death calmly. Don't let me look down on you."

Tom let out a proud laugh. At this time, the sound of music came from nowhere, and Tom looked up suddenly.

The music became louder and louder, ethereal and sacred, giving people infinite power. A ball of flame fell on Harry, lifting his petrification spell.

Harry finally dared to open his eyes and shouted in surprise:

"Feng Wangzhi!".