Malfoy felt like he had broken into an endless pipe, pitch black and slimy everywhere, his face aching from the convection wind, like a sharp knife cutting through his ear, the slope was steep in places, the whole passage was full of twists and turns, and there were some small pipes that made up of forks in the road, but obviously not enough for a man's width. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

To be on the safe side, Malfoy performed a flotation technique on himself to absorb shocks and avoid accidents.

But he seemed to be overthinking, and the back part of the pipe suddenly became horizontal, and he emerged from the mouth of the pipe, and stepped smoothly onto the damp ground, and then a dark stone tunnel was placed in front of him, large enough for a person to stand in.

"Fluorescent flicker!" he waved his wand to illuminate himself.

Even though he slowed down, his footsteps still rattled on the wet ground, and there was nothing in the tunnel except footsteps, which accentuated its eerie and bleak atmosphere, not to mention the occasional clatter of the skulls of various other animals.

"Is this the shredded skin of that guy?" Malfoy glanced at the huge snakeskin not far away, a blinding bright green on it, coiled on the floor of the tunnel, empty inside. Obviously, the animal that had just shed its skin was at least twenty feet long, and it would be a six-meter long creature when converted into meters.

The hunters in the forest will always say that I would rather face five hundred poisonous snakes than face a python, and there may be an antidote to being bitten by the former, and the latter will directly hang you, and you will feel less and less oxygen in your body, and life will be lost little by little, and watching yourself go to death may be more frightening than death itself.

Then the basilisk that needs to be faced now, with a huge body and poisonous fangs, combines the two, and also opens a staring instant death hanging.

Malfoy naturally didn't come to die, at least his identity wouldn't make Riddle open up as soon as he saw him, and Riddle might be a little lonely after being silent for so long, Lockhart and him definitely couldn't talk, most likely Riddle looked at him like he was looking at a fool.

In the original book, Riddle also bragged and bragged with Harry before he started to kill him.

Malfoy continued to walk through the great snakeskin, and the tunnel turned and turned, and finally, carefully turning another corner, he finally found a sturdy wall in front of him, carved with two intertwined snakes, their eyes studded with large, glittering emeralds, and it was known that the green light in their eyes was more than just a word to describe it.

"It didn't work. Malfoy's body tensed, and he tried to deform his buttons, but to no avail, and he tore open a rooster crow letter, and found that it was also like a deflated ball, "Squib".

"He was on guard. Malfoy shuddered, but that didn't affect his plans.

"Open. Malfoy said to the two stone snakes in a forcible snake language.

The snake on the wall began to swim so slowly that it parted completely, and the wall split in half, revealing a passageway.

Malfoy dove diveled in.

He looked around, it was a long, darkly lit room, surrounded by towering stone pillars, all carved with coiled snakes, which supported the ceiling that melted into the darkness of the heights, casting long, eerie black shadows over the whole room filled with green and mystery.

"It's hard to be targeted by this thing. Malfoy shuddered, and from every angle, Malfoy felt the stone snake staring at him tightly, which made him feel depressed and quite uncomfortable.

When he walked parallel to the last pair of stone columns, a statue as tall as the room itself appeared, clinging to the dark wall behind it.

It was an old, monkey-like face, a long, sparse beard that dragged almost all the way to the hem of a stone-carved wizard's robe, and two large gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room. Between those two feet, lay a man in an emerald green robe. The hair is blonde wavy curls.

"Alas" Malfoy sighed in his heart, it was one thing to speculate, and it was another thing to see it with his own eyes. When he really saw Lockhart, his mood was still very complicated, he didn't expect this straw bag to be so unassuming.

A figure suddenly slipped out from behind the stone pillar, and Malfoy knew at a glance that the main man had arrived, the figure had black hair and a tall figure, but the body was not completely solid, it was somewhat transparent, making people feel that he was a ghost.

"Oh?" the boy began. "I thought it would be Harry Potter here, but I didn't expect it to be you. ”

"Think about it. He said to himself. "Well, Lockhart admires you the most besides Harry, because it's ridiculous that you gave him a bottle of his favorite whiskey. Draco Malfoy, right?" Riddle said as he looked at Malfoy, his tone mocking, presumably aimed at Lockhart, who had not shown any ill will so far, perhaps because Malfoy was a pure-blood.

"Lord Dark Lord!" Malfoy began to soar his acting skills again, his hands on his chest, his eyes showing a look of frenzy, and he shouted reverently.

Riddle was startled when he heard the name, and his eyes suddenly became fierce, as if he was about to kill at the slightest disagreement.

Malfoy ignored him, and as if he had discovered something, he rushed straight to the journal beside Lockhart.

"Stay away from that notebook!" Riddle snapped, his eyes flashing with a scarlet glow, Malfoy ignored it, and quickly pulled out a bottle containing a bright red liquid, which he poured into the diary.

"You dare!" Riddle raised his wand, but it was very incongruous, Lockhart's wand was too flashy, covered with all kinds of patterns, but Riddle could only use it, but he quickly stopped again.

"Oh, the smell of life. Riddle licked the corners of his mouth intoxicated, as if enjoying an aged wine, and he lowered his wand. "What is this?" he asked.

"Dragon's blood. Malfoy seemed to realize that he had just lost his temper and stammered the word.

"Perfect!" Riddle said excitedly, as it seemed that Malfoy had already gained his trust. "It's much more vital than this bale. As he spoke, he looked at Lockhart, who was lying beside him, in disgust.

"How do you know these secrets?" Riddle looked at him scrutinically, though. "My father told me. Malfoy tried to say it in a proud tone.

"Lucius. Riddle murmured. It was clear that he had almost all of Lockhart's memories, and he had already been able to match them. "Looks like your father has a lot of trust under me. Riddle laughed.

"My father doesn't want to believe that you're dead, he firmly believes that the Dark Lord can't die, that you are an omnipotent god, and that a body will not stop you. Malfoy continued to praise the man in front of him, and he saw Riddle's body gradually turn into a solid form, a world away from the original, as if Riddle would drift away when the wind blew.

"So he chose to return to the wizarding society for the time being, to lay the groundwork for your comeback, and I think you already know from Lockhart's head that our family is very wealthy and can definitely serve you. Malfoy lowered his head, "So please forgive him for his seemingly betrayal." It seems that Riddle is not ready to look up if he does not forgive his father.

Riddlemore took Lockhart's ornate wand and said happily, "Your father and son have shown your loyalty by deeds, and I am satisfied, so how can I blame you." ”。 He added: "If it weren't for someone I could trust, I don't think I would have told my father this important secret." ”

"Look up. Riddle said, his tone much thicker than before, exuding the majesty of a superior person.

"Oh, don't be nervous, child, I have always been very tolerant of my loyal men, and you have no fault. He said tolerantly, giving people a very incongruous feeling. Can you imagine a teenager saying such old-fashioned words?

"Yes. Malfoy slowly looked up.

"Take it easy. Riddle said that a loyal subordinate and his son had found him and had helped him so much that his mood suddenly improved.

"Is that man going to die?" Malfoy pointed at Lockhart with some frustration, showing the fear that a teenager should have when facing a dead man.

"Oh, that's an interesting question," Riddle said pleasantly. "It's a long story. As far as I can see, the real reason why Lockhart is like this is that he opened his heart to an invisible stranger and confided all his secrets. ”

As if he had been holding back for too long, perhaps trying to show off his loyal subordinates, brush up on his loyalty or something, Riddle began to talk about how he had bewitched Lockhart.

"Seriously, it's the first time I've encountered this kind of wonder after living for so many years. Riddle couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"He told me that he had disgraced his class, and that what was that called? Elf? Dozens of elves made his class jump, and I comforted him, in fact, he was very powerful. ”

"It's hilarious, I wonder if Dumbledore was completely blinded and chose such a straw bag as a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. He scoffed.

"Fortunately, it's just a memory, if you knew that you didn't even have this straw bag, I guess you would have killed him right away. Malfoy did not forget to complain in his heart, and on the surface he still looked attentive to the words of the leader.

Then I watched him write in his diary, he was afraid that one day he would be found out to be a person who knew nothing but the Forgetting Curse, he wanted to keep a low profile, but he couldn't help but show off the experiences that didn't belong to him, and he kept blaming himself, and I kept enlightening him - you have strength, but you lack a chance. ”

"I also told him to kill the chicken, telling him that he would gain strength in this way, and he really believed it, and he really laughed out of his big teeth. ”

"Yes. Riddle pondered for a moment and continued: "There was supposed to be a Quidditch tournament that day, and to be honest, it was the most boring sport I've ever seen. ”

"+1" Malfoy said, feeling like he had found a soulmate.

"He actually lost the bones of the boy who beat me. Riddle laughed insolently, "So I have to give him something to reward." He said.

He wrote in his diary again that he could no longer bear to bear so many suspicious glances, and that he wanted true strength. Riddle chuckled. So I satisfied him. ”

But there is nothing in the world that is not equivalent to exchange, so he paid with his life. Riddle looked at Lockhart lying on the ground with disgust. "In a few moments he should be dead. ”

"I'm satisfied. Riddle said. "Looks like the assistant he defeated was also one of my men, Draco, do you know what's going on?"

Malfoy shook his head dumbfounded.

"Well, I can't expect a kid to sort everything out. Riddle muttered to himself.

"Well, now my strength has not fully recovered, it will take some time, you go, I will come to you again. He licked his lips. "The next time we meet, Hogwarts probably won't be a single Mudblood. He murmured.

Malfoy only said one thing in his heart: "That's it." "Wait a minute, go straight to Dumbledore's office and make a small report, and the year will be happily over.

"Still. He said gloomily, looking at a pillar behind Malfoy, "You seem to have brought in a tail, and you're still a filthy mudblood." ”