Actual combat is always the only way to improve combat ability.

Compared to the situation that Neville and Hermione were experiencing now, the dueling club that Lockhart had organized before was a joke.

The enemies who rushed from all directions launched wave after wave of attacks like a tide, all of them were not afraid of death, without fear or timidity, and they were no different from the real battlefield.

In this case, if you are not careful, you will be overwhelmed by the enemies who are coming forward one after another.

For Neville and Hermione, experiencing this high-intensity combat mode, the combat awareness and ability of both of them are rapidly improving at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Neville, in particular, is trapped in a sea of undead alone, not only has his ears and ears heard, but he also sees all directions, and always maintains a high level of vigilance. It is also necessary to pay attention to saving physical strength, so that every swing of the sword, every step of movement, try to achieve the minimum force, to achieve the best effect.

Under such circumstances, the heavy pressure turned into a driving force for progress, making his swordsmanship more concise and efficient.

Compared to his ease in the wave of the undead, Lockhart, who resisted the basilisk corpse head-on, is living like a year.

Our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has changed the image of the straw bales he used to show, whether it is a transformation charm, an obstacle charm, or an explosion charm, he can make a look, and sometimes he can even show some special and eye-catching spell-casting skills.

It's just that even if his strength is even higher than that of Nevidu, when faced with the embarrassing situation of carrying two oil bottles, he can only choose to fight the Yin corpse that the basilisk has turned into.

And a wizard who chooses to fight against a magical creature like a basilisk and is still transformed by it is a very stupid act.

Although Fawkes is still there and helps him share some of the pressure, the phoenix in the Harry Potter world is not a fully divinely creature in itself.

Compared with the real mythical beast phoenix in the Golden Age, Dumbledore, a magical beast inherited from the family, is actually more inclined to support and save life in terms of ability, and the powerful offensive ability is not what it is good at.

After all, for these guys with precious divinity, how to avoid the hunt of people with ulterior motives for a long time is the most important thing.

Therefore, after confronting the basilisk for a while, Lockhart had to shout at Clark in the distance, "I can't hold it anymore, Clarke!" ”

Lockhart's words made both Ron and Harry, who were hiding behind him, nervous, and Clarke, after taking the time to look at Neville, who was still fighting, also felt that this battle had already achieved an effect on him and Hermione's improvement.

Yes, this battle was just a means used by Clark to train Neville and Hermione, and he didn't pay attention to Tom Riddle's attack at all.

For him, the other party has completely fallen into his control from the moment of resurrection.

Whether it's using Tom Riddle's resurrection to experiment with the Transition Ritual or letting him cast necromancy to become a whetstone for Neville and Hermione to improve their fighting abilities, it's all in his plans.

Even, even how the other party will fail, and his final fate, Clark has already designed.

And reality did develop as he had planned.

"Don't worry, teacher, reinforcements have arrived."

"Reinforcements?!"

As if answering Harry and Ron's questions, a dull roar rang out in the chamber.

When they looked up, they saw a huge figure covered in darkness, flying out of the Slytherin's open mouth with a whoosh.

Is that!

Harry's eyes widened.

It was a huge beast bigger than an off-road vehicle, covered in dark jade jet-black scales, with a slender body and bat-winged beasts.

"It's a fire dragon!" Ron groaned.

Yes, this is none other than Clarke's pact's pet, the pseudo-dragon Nobeta.

This fire dragon had left a huge shadow on his mind when he was young, so even if he grew in size, he recognized it at a glance.

Because Hagrid was captured by the Ministry of Magic, the task of taking care of Norberta fell entirely to Clark, the school director.

Before going down to the secret room, he had already used the key to open all the doors of the Dragon Breeding Pavilion.

After they entered the secret room, with the telepathy between the owner and the pet to determine the direction, Nobeta directly followed the sewage pipe at the bottom of the Black Lake, all the way to here.

As soon as the infant dragon flew out of the claustrophobic pipe, it immediately let out an excited roar and circled the ceiling several times.

The faint dragon power fell on Harry and the others, giving people a depressing feeling, as if the teacher suddenly told them that there was an exam tomorrow, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

The appearance of Nobeta also made Tom Riddle's heart flicker.

But before he could act, the fire dragon flying in the air swooped down, facing the surrounding circle of black mist, opening its bloody mouth.

"Boom!"

Blazing flames erupted from the dragon's mouth, and the molten gold fossils were not a problem.

When those thick negative energy black fogs collided with this dragon flame, they were also like snow under the scorching sun, and they disappeared in an instant.

As Nobeta flew by, the black fog that had caused Clark and their headaches was quickly swept away, leaving only some thin remnants, still dying.

And Nobeta, who was in Xiao Lu's hand, also changed his target, and with a flap of his wings, he pounced towards the basilisk Yin corpse that attacked Lockhart not far away.

This time, the basilisk can't turn a blind eye.

In other words, Tom Riddle, who controls the Basilisk Yin Corpse, knows that compared to the petite Phoenix, the fire dragon with a larger size can really pose a threat to the Basilisk Yin Corpse.

So when the fire dragon Nobeta stretched out her strong hind legs and was about to grab the back of the neck of the basilisk Yin corpse, the other party had already turned his head and opened his big mouth.

Its mouth was wide open, so big that it could swallow Neville on the side.

Not only that, but it also showed two fangs about the same length as the Gryffindor Sword in its mouth, the thin fangs flashed with cold light, and there was black corpse qi wrapped around them, which was very vicious at first glance.

After all, Nobeta was also the first to fight against such a large beast, and she had no experience, so she was startled by the other party's reaction, and subconsciously flapped her wings and dodged the basilisk's blow.

It's just that the Yin Corpse is just a Yin Corpse after all, and even if someone controls it, in terms of reaction speed and flexibility, it is more than a step inferior to Nobeta.

Nobeta soon discovered this, and as a vengeful female dragon, she was angry at her evasion, so she took out her anger on the basilisk Yin corpse, and spat at the other party several times.

It's just that unlike others, these saliva are piping hot.

The orange-red fireball landed on the basilisk corpse, instantly igniting the grease on the corpse, turning it into a huge pillar of fire that rolled desperately on the ground.

The basilisk Yin corpse still wanted to struggle, opened its big mouth, and spewed out a black mist full of lifeless qi at the flames on its body, but this behavior had no effect.

When Gu Nano Beta signed a contract with Clark, she took the opportunity to refine her bloodline, and now she is a pseudo-dragon.

Unlike the dragons in the Harry Potter world, her dragon breath has a magical element in it.

This kind of magic dragon breath is not so easy to extinguish at all.

It's just that he can't do anything, Tom Riddle is also very decisive and resolute, and instantly used another necromantic high-level spell on his basilisk Yin corpse - [Flesh Explosion]!

It is a spell that uses the flesh and blood of a corpse as a raw material to mimic the natural phenomenon of whale explosions, causing them to inflict explosive damage.

Under the effect of the spell, the body of the basilisk instantly swelled and became bulging.

Harry and the others were still curious, and the next moment, there was a loud "bang", and the body of the basilisk exploded in all directions.

It was as if it had been raining heavily in the chamber, and the stinking blood was pouring down on Harry.

The large pieces of snake flesh were still burning with dragon flames, flying around like flame bombs.

Lockhart hurriedly cast the obstacle spell, scrambling to fend off these things.

And yet at this moment,???? Harry, who was hiding behind him, let out a cry of pain.

"Ah~"

Lockhart hurriedly looked back and saw Harry covering his ankle with his hand,?? Fall to the ground.??

"Something just bit me." Harry said to Lockhart in a panic.

As he spoke, he took his palm away, only to see two small circular tooth marks on Harry's ankles, bleeding black blood outward.

With blood of this color, you can tell at a glance that he has been bitten by some poison.

Ron quickly knelt down to support him, while Neville watched vigilantly with his sword in hand.

Lockhart crouched in front of Harry, pointing his wand at the wound on his ankle, muttering healing spells he wasn't familiar with.

Harry didn't feel better in the faint white light, he just felt that the sharp pain was slowly but continuously spreading from his wound to his body.

In the eyes of the people around him, the wound on Harry's ankle, dark green lines, like a dense network, were spreading around.

After the sharp pain, Harry didn't feel anything anymore, he couldn't even feel the pain in the wound.

He only felt his vision begin to blur, and the ceiling above him gradually dissolved into a rapidly swirling dark color.

"Harry, Harry, don't sleep!" He heard Ron's voice, "Clark is coming over right now, he must have a way." ”

Suddenly, a golden-red spot of light passed in front of him, and Harry heard the gentle scratching of claws beside him.

It was Dumbledore's phoenix, and Harry felt the big bird stick its beautiful head against the place where he had been stabbed by his fangs.

"You're dead, Harry Potter." Tom Riddle's voice came from not far away.

Because the black mist was dispelled by the fire dragon Nobeta, he could no longer hide, but in his opinion, Harry Potter's life was in danger, and his purpose was achieved.

Yes, from the very beginning, his target was Harry Potter.

There is no special reason, there is no mysterious truth, it is just a feeling in the dark.

Perhaps because of the entanglement of fate between the [Enemy of the Protagonist] and the [Destiny Protagonist], Tom Riddle felt that without Harry, it was important to him.

So he drove the basilisk and the basilisk corpses, cast advanced necromancy spells, and attacked everyone equally, in order to give Harry a trick up there.

"You're going to die, even Dumbledore's bird knows that. Do you see what it's doing, Potter? It's crying. ”

With the sound of echoing footsteps, Riddle stood in the shadow of a stone pillar not far away, his voice tinged with a hint of banter, sounding very proud.

Ron and Neville glared at him, and Lockhart sweated as he maintained the healing spells, but that was only a drop in the bucket.

Harry blinked, and in his blurred vision, Phoenix Fawkes's head flickered far and near, large pearl-like tears rolling down its lustrous golden-red feathers.

"By the way, Clark, won't you come down to see your friend one last time?" Riddle had a sarcastic smile on his face, and his white teeth gleazed in the shadows.

Clark stood on top of the Slytherin statue and looked down at the other, "Tom Riddle, you've always been a loser in my eyes. ”

His words made Riddle's forehead blister, but seeing that words could not shake Clark, he turned his attention to Harry again.

"It's so pathetic, it seems that your friend doesn't seem to be planning to come down and risk it for you."

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but his numb tongue prevented him from saying a word.

"Don't struggle, Potter, savor this belated death, I'll finish my predecessor's mission and watch you die."

"Harry Potter. Don't worry, I have time. ”

Harry kept his mouth shut, he felt drowsy, everything around him seemed to be spinning.

"Harry! Harry! Ron was still yelling at him, but it seemed like it was coming from far away.

"The famous Harry Potter is finished," Riddle's voice grew more and more cheerful, "lying sad in the Chamber of Secrets, abandoned by his best friends. He challenged the Dark Lord with all his might, and was finally defeated by the Dark Lord's men......"

It seemed that because Harry's life was gradually dying, Riddle only felt a wonderful feeling of great relief and freedom, spreading from the inside out of his soul.

It was as if the fish had returned to the sea, the birds had flown into the sky, and all the restraints were about to leave him, and he was about to break free from the shackles of fate.

Yes, with this rare opportunity, Tom Riddle even felt a glimmer of the power of fate.

He suddenly understood that once he was completely free from this invisible bondage, his life would enter a new chapter completely.

It's just that...... In addition to his bond with Harry Potter, there seems to be an invisible thread that binds him to another person.

Tom Riddle raised his head, following the sense of fate in the dark, and a pair of eyes full of wisdom, as if he had penetrated everything and grasped everything, and looked at each other.

That's it, Clark Prewitt!