"Hmm~ Where am I?"

Cold droplets of water dripped down his face, and Harry struggled to open his eyes with his hands over his forehead, which was still slightly groggy.

As far as the eye can see, there is a dark stalagmite overhead, and a half-hidden serpentine door on the wall not far away.

Through the crack in the door, Harry could faintly hear a loud roar coming from behind the door.

It was only then that he remembered that he had gone down to the Chamber of Secrets with Clarke, Professor Lockhart, and others, preparing to rescue Hermione and Neville, and at the same time catch the real culprit behind the monster attack in order to solve the great crisis at Hogwarts.

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

"You've finally woken up, this is outside the secret room, just now when you opened the door, you triggered the protective magic on the door, fortunately, this thing is old, it doesn't hurt, it's just a coma for a while."

When Harry heard Lockhart's words, he remembered that when he opened the door with the Parseltongue just now, the eyes of the two snakes seemed to shoot out two green rays, one of which hit him, and the other ......

When he looked back, he found that Ron behind him was also waking up slowly, and it seemed that the two of them were unlucky and became a pair of difficult brothers.

But why are there just the three of them, Clark?

Harry asked, but Lockhart looked nervously in the direction of the chamber and said worriedly.

"Clark was worried about the safety of Hermione and Neville, and he couldn't worry about you, so he asked me to stay here and take care of it, and I went in to find out the situation."

"Ahh Professor, how can you let him go alone. An anxious Harry struggled to his feet.

Ron worries about his cousin, too.

"Don't worry, with Clark's strength, there should be no problem." Lockhart explained, but to Harry and Ron, it seemed to him to be cowardly.

The three of them opened the door and slipped into it together, but 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 shouted nervously.

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

Before Clark could finish speaking, Riddle, who was hiding in the shadows, was so angry that he controlled the basilisk and attacked him.

In the distance, Harry barely had time to shout "Be careful" when he saw a dark green snake tail with the thickness of a tree trunk flung out of the black tide and whipped heavily on Clark's body.

The thin air was directly exploded, and with a loud bang, the small figure was like a thin fallen leaf, cutting a sleek curve under the strong blow.

Then, falling into the gaping mouth of the Slytherin statue not far away.

"No!" Ron let out a cry of grief and nearly fainted.

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

However, the basilisk only drilled into the black tide, and the magic released by the two of them was like a mud cow entering the sea, without setting off a single wave.

"Bastard." Harry, worried about Clark, whose fate was uncertain, rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward, but a calm Lockhart held him back.

"Wait, you're no match for him."

Lockhart looked at the black tide not far away, as well as the basilisk that appeared from time to time in it, and scolded Clark miserably in his heart.

This little liar told himself that there was no danger, so what is this? Such powerful black magic fluctuations, he had only seen them in a few terrifying old guys.

Lockhart's heart began to retreat, he was a flexible man himself, and even if he left Harry and Ron behind now and ran away on his own, he would not feel guilty.

But he also knew that turning around and running away in such a situation, exposing his back to the enemy was also not a good choice.

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

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

Under the vigilant gaze of the three people, the black tide swelled and retreated into the shadows like a wave.

A tall and thin handsome boy who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old walked out of the parting Kuroshio unhurriedly.

"Little Tom Riddle!"

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

And Tom Riddle, who was stung in his sensitive heart when he heard Harry's name, could no longer maintain the hypocritical smile on his face.

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

Riddle's gaze swept over the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"I've been waiting for a long time, just hoping to have the opportunity 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 movements 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 as thin as a mosquito, "You talk to him first, and try to delay as much time as possible." ”

Harry nodded, and it took a lot of effort to keep his tone calm, "Why do you want to see me?" ”

"Oh, that's right, Harry," said Riddle, "Clark told me everything about you, your thrilling past, and the Parseltongue not so long ago. ”

"I know I have to know you better, talk to you, and even meet you in person if possible. So I tricked that stupid guy from Clark and asked him to help me with ....... ”

"Clark is my friend!" Harry interrupted him, his voice trembling a little with anger, "You framed Hagrid fifty years ago, and now you're going to frame Clarke, right?" ”

"Framed?" Riddle let out his high-pitched, piercing maniac, "I'll admit, I framed Hagrid's stupid big guy, but Clark wasn't. ”

"This poor little guy kept complaining to me about how terrible his talent was, and how brilliant his classmate Harry Potter was.

Jealousy eroded his heart, and he desperately wanted to change all that, and I, who was just taking advantage of his ......"

Halfway through Riddle's words, he noticed that the three people standing opposite him were all looking at him with a foolish look, and his voice gradually decreased.

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

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

The whole of Hogwarts, both the students and the teachers, knew how good Clark was and how hard he worked.

You say he's jealous of Harry Potter, and that's nonsense! ”

Harry and Ron both nodded frantically, if the "Hogwarts School Magazine" was organized, the Hogwarts Dragon Farm was planned, the dueling club was organized, and Clark, who had won the first grade, was not excellent, then there would be no outstanding students in the entire Hogwarts.

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

No, that little bastard is obviously a very ordinary child, and the Dementor perception is very smooth......

No, how can a person who can make himself feel aggrieved be so ordinary? My initial devotion to the gods didn't work, and it was only the second time it worked......

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

Harry saw that the other party's face was blue and white, and thought that Riddle was angry because the trick had failed, and immediately said proudly.

"Don't bother with it, no one will be framed by your tricks, not only Clark and Hagrid, but even those who are harmed by the basilisk you unleashed."

The basilisk I unleashed? Apparently Clark did it, okay!

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

He looked at Harry and whispered, "Didn't I just say that?" It doesn't matter to me anymore to open the Chamber of Secrets, kill the Mudbloods, frame Hagrid, my new target has always been you, Potter! ”

Harry stared at him in shock, not knowing what he meant.

"I have a lot of questions for you, Harry Potter.

For example, 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 and Voldemort's power destroyed? ”

Riddle's wolf-like eyes flashed a strange red light.

"Why do you care how I escaped?"

Harry remembered Lockhart's suggestion to delay him, and deliberately raised his voice and asked, "Voldemort's thing happened many years after you died." ”

"Voldemort," Riddle said softly, like an old man in his last years, reminiscing about his youth, which was a great contrast to his youthful appearance.

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

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

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Then he flipped his hand, and the letters immediately automatically reversed their positions, and the originally shiny name suddenly rose with billowing black smoke and became:

I'm Voldemort

Ron, who was on the side, saw this and gasped directly.

Although they had speculated most of Tom Riddle's background before, they didn't expect that this was the Dark Lord when he was young.

Riddle was pleased with his reaction.

"See?" He smugly said, "I am Voldemort, and Voldemort is me." ”

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

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

Am I going to keep that disgusting generic Muggle name?

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

So, Harry, I came up with a new name for myself, one that one day all wizards would not dare to say easily.

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

Harry's mind seemed to freeze.

He looked at Riddle blankly, this was such a person, also a descendant of a wizarding family, who had been an orphan with both parents dead, and actually killed his parents when he grew up, and so many others......

Finally, Harry finally forced himself to speak.

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

"What's not?" Riddle snapped.

"You're not the greatest magician in the world!"

Harry's voice was full of determination, and Lockhart gently tugged at his clothes, reminding him not to provoke the other man.

But Harry was unmoved, still breathless.

"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 most powerful, you don't dare try to get your hands on Hogwarts.

What's more, now, he still frightens you, no matter where you hide these days, you must be scared. ”

The smile on Riddle's face vanished, replaced by a very ugly expression.

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

"You think beautifully, he didn't go!"

Harry hoped that the lie would scare the Dark Lord, but he had never studied with Lockhart, and he was particularly clumsy in his deception.

Riddle opened his mouth and was about to taunt, but suddenly froze.

It turned out that a strange musical sound wafted from nowhere.

The voice was illusory and ethereal, ethereal and mysterious, and just listening to the beginning made people's hearts stir and be full of courage.

Harry only felt his blood rush up, and the hair on his scalp stood on end.

Ron clutched his chest, and as the music grew louder and louder, he felt his entire atrium swell twice as much as it had been.

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

Riddle jerked around and looked at the empty chamber, trying to find out where the music came from.

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

The brilliant flames, about a man tall, dispelled the darkness around them, and a large crimson bird flew out of the flames gracefully.

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