After the fire was gone, in the already empty Slytherin common room, Riddle and Darren confronted each other across a basilisk skin shield, and in order to block the fierce fire just now, Darren used up almost all his mana, and Riddle ......

Looking at the other party's slightly twitching face, Darren's eyes narrowed slightly, and finally began to work, just now when Riddle cast the fierce fire spell, he was worried that the guy would lose control, now it seems that it is purely superfluous, anyway, when there is nothing to burn, the fierce fire itself will be extinguished, but it is a pity that he can directly kill him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You ......" Riddle shook his body slightly, as if sensing the anomaly, "You? What did you do?"

"Huh?" Darren tried to stall for more effect, "What? you ......" He moved his shield slightly, and sure enough, as he expected, Riddle reacted immediately as he moved, assuming a defensive posture.

However, a few seconds later, "What the hell are you doing, you lowly mudblood!" Riddle shouted angrily, and at the same time, a spell slammed into the basilisk skin shield, and although it was bounced away, it still caused a heavy impact that shocked Darren.

However, at this time, a smile appeared on Darren's face, and the more crazy Riddle was, the more nervous he was, in other words, the worse his state, because it was the poison of the basilisk's teeth at work.

When using Transfiguration to convert items into "attacks", Darren attached the basilisk teeth to the lion and other "critters", so when he saw the blood on Riddle's body, he knew that the battle had been won, because except for the tears of the phoenix, I am afraid that no medicine could cure the poison of the thousand-year-old basilisk in the Slytherin chamber, and the phoenix, except for Fawkes, has not seen a second one.

"Ahh

Darren still didn't react to Riddle's question, on the one hand, he didn't explain his habits of tricks and attacks to the enemy, and on the other hand, an opponent like Riddle couldn't be wrong no matter how careful he was!

Darren...... Darren...... You ......" Riddle lay on the ground, squirming, then stopped, silent.

Seeing that Riddle didn't move, Darren took out a shield with armor plates from his pocket and put it in front of the basilisk leather shield, then took out a grenade, pulled out the latch, and after stopping for 2 seconds, threw it over the shield.

"Boom!"

"Ahh......h

"Draco, hurry up and kill that Mudblood!"

It's a pity that after being roasted by the fierce fire, Draco is now half-dead, after all, judging from the other party's reaction when he begged Riddle just now, I'm afraid that guy doesn't pay much attention to him as a follower, and it won't be bad if he can control the fierce fire and not burn it directly to ashes.

Darren...... You ......" didn't get a response from Draco, and Darren was stubborn and determined not to show his head, except that the next grenade was thrown.

"Boom!"

After this explosion, there was no sound in the Slytherin common room, and there was a complete silence, and after a short rest, Darren felt that the magic in his body had finally recovered a little, and he was no longer as empty as before, and he was able to cast spells.

"Flames!" This time, another flaming whip swept between Darren and Riddle, sweeping over each other, no sparks of spell conflict, only fire and scorched smoke, and in the explosion caused by the heat of the moisture, the already tattered body was separated.

Seeing this scene, Darren was finally able to confirm that Riddle, the young and intelligent version of Voldemort, was completely dead, in fact, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was close to the limit, he wouldn't dare to throw a grenade, this thing exploded without distinguishing between friend and foe, and it was not troublesome to control, a floating spell, maybe where it would fly.

Darren let out a sigh of relief, this battle just now was definitely the most dangerous battle he had ever experienced, although he had faced basilisk, eight-eyed spiders, Death Eaters and other enemies, and even fought Voldemort in person, but those guys, either only have animal instincts, or have a single means of attack, or have their own helpers, but in this battle, he is out of a complete inferiority, the opponent's level of spells, combat experience and brains, are far beyond the past, not to mention, he was attacked at the beginning, almost completely lost his combat effectiveness, if it weren't for the habit he has always developed to make all kinds of preparations, I'm afraid he would have completely confessed.

Moreover, from Riddle's words, I am afraid that Darren's fate will be miserable, because the other party wants to get his equipment, and, with Riddle's IQ, he will definitely squeeze all the relevant information dry, which also means that it will be a long process......

Darren let go of his hand, letting the armor shield that protected the grenade fragments fall to the ground on its own, then stood up and walked towards the door, where Draco was still limp and there was really no need to worry too much about him at this point.

"Except for your weapons", "Petrify them all", "Quickly confine", looking at Draco with a straight rope, Darren stepped over him and left the Slytherin common room where he had just fought desperately.

Through the stone wall from which he came, Darren returned to the underground corridor of the school, following Ginny when he came, and did not deliberately remember the way, but this did not prevent him from choosing the upward passage and staircase, and finally, he returned to the auditorium again and saw the others.

Even though he didn't know the other party, that didn't stop Darren from telling him to call someone, "Quick! call Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall in the Slytherin common room, she's been attacked, and there's a Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. ”

After that, Darren didn't have to care, and soon, Madam Pomfrey rushed over and checked his body first.

"I'm fine, go save Professor McGonagall!" Darren said.

Realizing that he was telling the truth, Madam Pomfrey and several of her assistants hurried away, along with the Order of the Phoenix and, of course, Penelope, who helped Darren to his feet and walked towards the Great Hall, where all the wounded were there.