As soon as Clark's operation ended, Neville's side suddenly changed.

Streams of magic poured into his flesh and blood, and began to transform him.

Neville only felt as if his blood was boiling, and his heart began to beat violently.

The pre-designed magic flowed through his bloodstream throughout his body, soaking into his muscles, membranes, muscles and bones, and even his internal organs, causing his body temperature to rise and his breathing to be short, and it was only after a while that he was relieved.

And when the transformation was over, he knew how to use those special abilities without a teacher.

With a sharp blade in his heart and a murderous intent, Neville is not so vicious, but the improvement of his ability also makes him itch and can't wait to find an enemy to try.

Just then, Hermione froze the basilisk with a spell, winning praise in front of everyone, and Neville couldn't bear it anymore.

Hold your sword up, bend your knees and pedal.

The skills he had learned in the Legacy Space were put to good use, and Neville's figure turned into a whirlwind, rushing towards the basilisk's frosty body.

Neville let out a loud shout during the raid, and then, under the shocked gaze of Harry and the others, his body swelled up like an inflated balloon.

Transformation 1 Ring Spell - [Giant Transformation]!

Neville, who was originally only 12 years old, suddenly jumped to 1.8 or 9 meters tall at this moment, and his loose wizard robes were tightly tightened on his body.

The Gryffindor Sword, which was a little too long for him, was held in his hand at the moment, not long or short, but it was just right.

Just as Neville, who had turned into a large man, rushed to the side of the basilisk, swinging his sword and preparing to disembowel the basilisk, a black beam with a strong aura of depravity shot out from the surrounding black tide, stealthily shooting towards Neville's back.

Tom Riddle couldn't help it after all.

After all, although he is cautious, he is not stupid, and he really asked Clark to kill the basilisk, but I am afraid that he will be unable to support it alone.

However, he still underestimated Neville, who had just turned into an [Arcane Knight], after all, this was a new system that Riddle had never been exposed to.

As the black light approached, Neville seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and ducked sideways with a nimble reaction that did not match his own.

Prophecy is a 0-ring trick - [Detection Magic].

The missing black rays fell to the ground in front of him, instantly corroding the hard masonry into a large crater.

If this terrifying power was so terrifying, Neville didn't even frown, he didn't know how many times he had died in the inheritance space, how could he be afraid of this.

Having dodged the sneak attack, Neville continued to charge towards the basilisk, and Hermione, standing on the Slytherin statue, would not sit idly by and watch Tom Riddle attack his partner.

After consuming 10 points of mana, a compressed sound wave shot out of Hermione's hand, landing in the same direction as Tom Riddle's attack just now.

Of course, the sound waves were formless and colorless, and they couldn't be seen from the outside, and Harry only saw Hermione's hand wave, and then within a few seconds, a huge roar sounded in the black tide not far away.

Plastic Energy 1 Ring Spell - [Horiz Kohler Roar]!

The huge high-pitched sound wave spread out in a circle, causing the surrounding Kuroshio to tumble and surge, creating a mushroom cloud.

Even if they were far away, everyone could hear the deafening sound, and it was conceivable that if they were in the center of the attack, they would be deaf and faint in an instant.

Neville didn't care about what was happening not far away, all he could see was the massive body of the basilisk.

Powerful magical power flowed through his blood, and his enlarged physique provided him with great strength, which made him desperately need to vent.

Chop!

Like a bright full moon falling into the ground, a dazzling white cold light lit up in the secret room, just a glance at it makes people's hairs stand on end.

Every muscle of Neville trembled with excitement, moaning with excitement, and a force began to rise from the soles of his feet, through his thighs, through his spine, and finally into his arms, into the sword in his hand.

He had never felt as relaxed and happy as he had at this moment, as if the boredom, grievances and unhappiness accumulated in the past ten years had all been poured out with this sword.

Refreshing!

The hard snake scales were no thicker than a blank piece of paper, and the muscles that were tangled like steel bars were cut along the texture unusually smoothly under the master-level swordsmanship.

Even though it had been frozen, under the great pain, the basilisk roared and struggled slowly, and the stinking and steaming internal organs flowed down the dissected stomach, all to the ground.

However, Neville was still holding the Gryffindor sword, gasping slightly to calm his breathing.

At this moment, the Gryffindor Sword Master truly completed his transformation.

The once honest and cowardly boy may not be able to continue to be a simple child, after all, his companions are making great strides, and he has to keep up quickly.

"Lie back, bend over!"

A familiar voice sounded in his heart, and Neville, who had just regained a little strength, did not hesitate to follow the instructions of the voice and make a movement similar to an iron bridge.

The next moment, a black beam of light from the opposite direction would once graze the tip of Neville's nose, and he could even smell the stench attached to it.

It was Clark, who was standing on a high place, who commanded Neville to dodge Tom Riddle's [Negative Energy Ray] in advance through [Psychic Link].

Hermione, who was on the side, saw that her sonic attack just now didn't work, and immediately raised her hand to make another shot, but was stopped by Clark.

"Slow, the other party should have a ranged spellcasting skill."

He remembered what he had just seen through the system, which belonged to Tom Riddle's class ability: the [Remote Technique] of the Sorcererer.

"You're saying he can cast spells far away from him, so what should we do?" Hermione asked, looking at him, frowning.

Clark stood in the air above the Slytherin statue, carefully observing the situation beneath his feet.

Unfortunately, in the dim firelight, a thick black fog covered most of the space in the secret room, and the faint magic fluctuations also disturbed the spiritual perception.

With just a pair of naked eyes, it is impossible to find out where Tom Riddle is hiding.

"Can you dispel this black fog?" Clark asked.

Hermione flipped through her spellbook and said hesitantly, "Why don't I try?" ”

Said it was a try, and before Clark could speak, she had already acted.

Plastic Energy 1 Ring Spell - [Dasong's Cool Breeze].

Invented by the Arcanist Dazon, this meteorological spell can dispel smoke magic by creating a breeze at a speed of 9 mph at a location designated by the mage.

With the consumption of mana, the invisible breeze began to create a temperature difference in a certain black fog under Hermione's control, and the temperature difference was formed, promoting the flow of air.

The breeze enveloped the black mist, trying to dispel them.

Hermione, however, had forgotten that the chamber itself was an enclosed space.

Gu's operation was nothing more than moving the black mist from one place to another.

However, this change also startled Tom Riddle, who was hiding in the shadows to prepare the magic ritual, but after discovering that the other party was just working in vain, he was relieved again.

Hermione looked discouragedly at the scene below.

At this time, Neville in the center of the chamber also retreated to Harry's side after disemboweling the basilisk, leaving only the dying basilisk still lying in place, struggling with difficulty.

In this case, the other party should be certain to die, and even Phoenix Fawkes, who had been staring at the basilisk vigilantly, gathered his wings and landed on Harry's shoulder.

The hearts of several people were relaxed, and the abilities displayed by Hermione and Neville provided Harry and them with a full sense of security.

Only Lockhart remained vigilant, not even lowering his wand.

He knew that he couldn't be too vigilant in the face of a dark wizard, especially when he still felt a huge threat from the other party's body.

His "sense of smell" has always been very sensitive, which is one of the reasons why he has not overturned for so many years, who can be messed with and who can't, his perception always sends a signal one step ahead of his wisdom.

The only failure was probably only with Clark, a little liar.

And his sense of smell was also accurate, and when the basilisk's body stopped moving, and the pupils completely lost the luster of life, a terrible situation happened.

The first to notice that something was wrong was the timid Ron.

"Did you hear anything?" Ron nervously asked Harry and Neville beside him.

Harry's gaze was still on the dead basilisk, and he didn't react to it.

Neville looked around, but his warrior instincts didn't seem to be very sensitive.

"What did you find?" Lockhart asked him.

Ron shook his head, "No, it's just a little uncomfortable." ”

Harry was also taken aback by what he said, "Don't scare me, isn't this place always gloomy?" ”

As he spoke, he subconsciously took a step to the side, getting closer to Neville.

Click!

The sound of bones being trampled under his feet startled Harry, and he quickly took another step back, but this time, there was still the touch of stepping on something under his feet.

Harry didn't care, the animal bones spit out by the basilisk were almost everywhere on the way to the secret room, and he didn't know how many he had stepped on for a long time.

But he still glanced at the ground, trying to avoid the bones.

"Ahh Bones~"

Harry's violent reaction startled Ron, "What's so strange about bones?" ”

"Bones...... These bones, these bones move! ”

Lockhart and Neville reacted the fastest, and together they looked down at their feet.

On the blue-black marble floor, the pale animal bones can be seen almost everywhere, and some can't even piece together a complete skeleton.

However, these things are trembling slightly at the moment.

Yes, Neville's eyesight had improved a lot since he had been transferred, so he could see clearly that the bones were indeed shaking slightly, as Harry had said.

The long sword in his hand poked lightly into the ground, and immediately cut open a skull that I don't know if it was a mouse or a bat.

Just broken bones, and there's nothing underneath.

And as he moved, as if triggering some kind of switch, the shaking of those bones intensified, as if the quantitative change caused the qualitative change, and some small bones began to roll on the ground.

Harry and the others hurriedly moved their steps to avoid touching the rolling bones and causing unnecessary damage.

As the small bones roll, they gather together and cling to the larger white bones, eventually snowballing near some animal bones that are seven or eight percent intact.

"This is?!"

Clarke, who was standing on the statue, naturally saw the movement in the distance, and he remembered Tom Riddle's personal specialty [Specializing in Spells (Necromancy)] on the attribute panel.

Sure enough, the young Dark Lord Tom Riddle didn't give up so easily.

With the help of the basilisk's death, he successfully unleashed the necromancy he had been planning for a long time.

As the most notorious of the eight arcane factions, necromantic mages have always been associated with death.

All beings in the world always like life and hate death, so they specialize in the study of death, souls, and corpses. Factions are always exceptionally unpopular.

In the Faren Continent of the DND world, because of the existence of the God of Death, the profession of necromancer, which desecrates the dead, has been shouted and killed by the priests of the Reaper Sect.

They are often confined to the gutters in the city, secretly experimenting.

In the Harry Potter world, although there is no Grim Reaper, the British Ministry of Magic also lists necromancy as a forbidden dark magic.

If a wizard is caught researching and using necromancy, what awaits him will be a ticket directly to Azkaban.

But Tom Riddle, who used to be the Dark Lord, naturally didn't care about that.

Because of the fear of death and the yearning for eternal life, Tom Riddle was already involved in necromancy at a young age.

Now that he has successfully absorbed the divinity of death in the basilisk's body, the use of necromancy can be said to have completely broken through the shackles of ordinary magic.

The eerie magic of death spreads out, echoing the ubiquitous animal bones in the chambers, awakening the souls that remain in those bones.

The large and small bones were combined under the influence of the instinct and necromantic magic before life, and they were roughly restored to their former appearance.

Harry and the others watched as all sorts of undead spirits made of white bones formed around them.

Bone rats, bone bats, bone rabbits......

Harry even saw a bone wolf missing a leg, staring greedily at them with its eyes burning with turquoise flames.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, trembling.

However, no one replied to him, and Neville, Lockhart, and the others were looking nervously into the distance.

There, the basilisk, which was supposed to be dead, raised its huge head again.