Harry felt like he was dying.

His body was cold, his hands and feet were cold, and even the pain was slowly reducing......

If this is the feeling of death, it is not particularly uncomfortable.

But is this really death? Harry thought to himself.

The secret room in front of him not only did not become dark, but gradually became clearer, and he could even clearly see the tears on Ron's face.

I'm really dying, and I'm starting to hallucinate?

Harry shook his head slightly.

But the vision turned out to be clearer and clearer, he saw Phoenix Fawkes, the big bird still resting his head on his ankle, and a pearly tear flashed around the black wound - hey, strange, why was the wound gone?

Lockhart was the first to spot the change, followed by Ron and Neville, and finally Tom Riddle.

It was as if he had fallen from a high cloud, and the feeling was painful for Riddle.

Restrained, restrained, and stressed, it was as if the escaped tiger was put back in the cage, and all kinds of uncomfortable feelings returned to him.

"Get out of here, you broken bird," Riddle's angry voice suddenly shouted, "get out of him, hear me, get out of here!" ”

Harry looked up, and he saw Riddle reaching out at Fawkes, black rays of negative energy coming out of his fingertips.

Before everyone could react, Phoenix Fawkes flew up like a whirlwind of gold and red.

"Bastard, Phoenix's tears......" Tom Riddle cursed under his breath, eyes fixed on Harry's intact ankles, "of course...... It has a healing effect...... Damn, I forgot...... Is there really a so-called fate......

He stared at Harry's face.

"But it doesn't matter, even if there is a so-called fate, I'm going to break it, actually, I think it's better, come on, Harry Potter...... Let me put an end to the so-called fate......"

Tom Riddle raised his hands, the dark magic swirling and condensing in his palms, and Lockhart stood in front of Harry, raising his vigilance.

But the next moment, Neville, who was standing next to Harry, suddenly swung the Gryffindor sword in his hand and slashed at Harry's neck.

This sudden attack startled Ron on the side, although he didn't know what Neville was suddenly crazy, he subconsciously got up, and wanted to help Harry block the sword.

However, Neville seemed to be a prophet, and kicked Ron in the stomach as he swung his sword.

The kick didn't hurt much, just kicked Ron away and sat on the ground.

And the next moment, a small white bone snake with the thickness of an index finger and intricate dark green runes silently catapulted towards Harry's neck.

It turned out that Tom Riddle's attack was fake, and the bone viper that drove Harry to bite him was the real killer.

Judging from the fact that it was aimed at Harry's neck, Tom Riddle also took the so-called fate seriously, and went directly to the result of killing the target immediately.

It's just that fate seems to have played a joke on him again.

As the bone viper ejected, Neville's sword stood in front of it.

Prophecy 1 Ring Spell - [Defeat the Enemy First]!

The integration of law and martial arts is so unreasonable, and the two are superimposed together, and they actually have a little bit of the ability of the Chinese warrior to feel the cicada before the autumn wind moves.

The white bone viper collided with the long sword, making a crisp sound of "dang".

Neville only felt a ferocious force coming from his sword, and he almost couldn't hold it anymore and came out of his hand.

That little white-bone viper was no less than a strong bow and crossbow, and if it weren't for the Gryffindor sword in his hand, I was afraid that the sword would have died at this time.

Fortunately, Neville's swordsmanship foundation is very solid after all, and his talent is also outstanding.

It's just that after the white bone viper was bounced off, it fell to the ground, its tail flicked, and it made another "boom", so it repeated its trick and rushed towards Harry.

Neville and Lockhart hurriedly dealt with it, but the little thing was too small, tough as steel, and very flexible, and neither of them could hold it for a while.

But Harry wasn't dead, and Tom Riddle's plot was a failure.

"Tom, I said you've always been a loser, past, present, and future."

Clark's words came from afar, and Tom Riddle was furious.

It's just that the next moment, his heart suddenly woke up again, "No, what am I doing here to entangle with them for so long?" ”

"Even if I kill them all, when Dumbledore returns, I will inevitably die, and since I have been resurrected, I should go first." ”

Thinking of this, Tom Riddle instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He suddenly seemed to go crazy, ignoring it, and only wanted to find trouble with Harry Potter, completely lacking his previous caution and calmness.

Is this also influenced by fate?

Tom Riddle's doubts increased greatly, and he only felt that his "advance" was like being confused by fate, and his "retreat" was also like being disturbed by fate, and he fell into a situation where he couldn't advance or retreat, and he didn't know what to do.

It's just that he's in a dilemma there, and Hermione isn't idle.

As early as when she was entangled by those white bone undead just now, Hermione was depressed because she was interrupted to cast spells.

At this time, the black mist was dispelled by Nobeta, and Tom Riddle appeared, and she immediately prepared a spell without hesitation.

This time, because she was worried that the other party was still using the illusion clone, she cast a marked spell first.

Plastic Energy 2-Ring Spell - [Immortal Flame]!

Sure enough, Tom Riddle, who was standing on the bright side, did not react, but the soles of the Slytherin statues suddenly burst into flames.

Tom Riddle's real body, hiding in the shadows, erupted with a torch-like light, which was clearly visible in this secret room.

Even if he reacted immediately, while suppressing the flames with negative energy, he used a few illusion spells in a row, and kept changing directions, but it didn't work.

Wherever he hid, the flames followed, and though it didn't hurt at all, it marked his location clearly.

Once she had determined the true location of her enemy, Hermione raised her hand and used the second spell she had prepared.

A dazzling beam of white and gold, with an aura that destroyed all darkness, almost at the heart of thought, fell on Tom Riddle.

On the way, the other party still wanted to dodge one or two, but the speed of light itself was extremely fast, coupled with the unextinguished light flame on Riddle's body, it seemed to echo with the beam magic, and the two superimposed on him, and immediately hit him squarely.

Plastic Energy 2-Ring Spell - [Sunlight Ray]!

This spell that mimics the sunlight to deal damage instantly blinded Tom Riddle's eyes.

The famous Voldemort, after his resurrection, suffered a loss for the first time.

And this time, it seems to indicate that his villain's luck has begun to plummet from the highest point.

Neville, who was not far away, raised his breath and slashed, splitting the white bone viper in half with a sword.

Lockhart finally used a spell he hadn't used in the Dueling Club.

"Except for your weapons!"

Even if Tom Riddle didn't have a weapon in his hand, he flew upside down as if he had been hit by a cow.

Nobeta, the fire dragon gliding in the air, cheered, opened his mouth wide, and prepared to cremate him.

At this moment, the basilisk, which was originally only a pile of white bones due to the explosion of flesh and blood, suddenly bounced up from the ground, opened its bloody skull, and swallowed Tom Riddle in one gulp.

The bones of this basilisk were also transformed into necromancy.

Everyone present was shocked to see that the basilisk skeleton had swallowed Tom Riddle and rushed to the Slytherin statue with its owner shaking his head and tail.

Facing the menacing basilisk skeletons that looked like a train coming on, Clark didn't dare to block it head-on, and hurriedly jumped off the statue with Hermione in his arms.

Jumping from such a height, even Hermione screamed.

Fortunately, Nobeta, who had just been taken away by the dragon's mouth, had a heart-to-heart with Clark, so she directly flapped her wings and flew under them to catch the two.

It's just that the unstoppable basilisk bones quickly burrowed into the half-blown mouth of the Slytherin statue.

"He wants to escape!"

Harry watched the enemy leave, and immediately shouted, but the basilisk skeleton swam as fast as a galloping horse, where could he catch up?

No, someone is still catching up.

Clark and Hermione lay on Norberta's back, followed by the basilisk skeleton, and burrowed into the mouth of the Slytherin statue.

A snake and a dragon returned to the space inside the statue.

Although the basilisk is dead, Tom Riddle has recovered from the [Daylight Ray] just now, and his eyes can barely see.

He directed the basilisk skeleton under him to burrow into the pipes, preparing to use the tunnels to escape from Hogwarts first.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

He was defeated today, but as a Horcrux split from the Dark Lord, he also knew a thing or two about the various backhands left by the main body.

As long as he escapes and finds some of the treasures and resources left behind by Voldemort, he can make a comeback.

If he could even devour a few other Horcruxes, he might be able to use his newfound abilities to take it a step further and get a glimpse of the power that only exists in myths and legends.

At the moment of drilling into the pipe, the corner of his eyes swept over the magic circle that Clark had laid for Hermione and their transfer before, but this vague glance did not make him take it to heart.

The pipeline in front of him, which he doesn't know where to lead, is his real hope.

Behind him, Clarke, who had caught up, ordered the fire dragon to stop next to the circle.

"I'm going to chase people, you stay here and get ready to finish."

Clark shoved the magical pouch containing the golden idol into Hermione's arms, and then telepathized with a special knowledge into her mind through a psychic link.

After doing this, before Hermione could speak, he lay on Nobeta's back and gently patted the little dragon girl's neck.

Getting the order, Nobeta went straight into the pipe where the basilisk had left, leaving Hermione alone at the edge of the magic circle.

The thick pipes were enchanted with a Traceless Stretch, but they were only accessible to the basilisk.

After a year of eating, sleeping and sleeping, the one-year-old little fire dragon Nobeta was already similar in size to a small open-top pickup truck, and the diameter of this pipe was not enough for her to spread her wings.

Therefore, in this pipe, Nobeta can only carry Clark on his back, fold his wings, and step out of the way.

Fortunately, although the fire dragons are not known for running, it is only because they have wings, so it is easier to fly.

After all, these big guys still belong to the reptile class, and their distant cousin, the lizard, is also a good hand at flying cornices.

I saw that Nobeta really opened the dragon's back, his limbs moved like the wind, his spine undulated, the dragon's tail swayed, and the flesh wings folded to reduce wind resistance, and he was hanging tightly behind the basilisk.

If it weren't for the fact that the basilisk was now only a skeleton and his weight had been reduced, I was afraid that he would be caught up by Nobeta in a few minutes.

A snake and a dragon chased one after the other in this pipe.

Clark was lying on Nobeta's back, the wind blowing in his face, like a roller coaster, and there were only backward walls in front of him, pulling strange lines.

In this way, after turning countless corners, I don't know how far they have chased it, anyway, after going up and down, left and right, they followed the basilisk, and finally came to the exit of the pipe, and plunged into the water.

When they floated out of the water and saw the starry sky, they realized that they had chased all the way and ran down the pipe to the black lake outside the castle.

The lake was still cool in early summer, and Clark and Nobeta flew straight out of the lake.

With the help of the fire dragon's [blindness] and the bright moonlight, they soon discovered the bones of the basilisk snaking around the lake.

And Tom Riddle, who had escaped, was sitting in the skull of the basilisk at the moment.

However, if you look closely, you will find that in the opposite direction of the basilisk's escape, there is a dim humanoid shadow, drifting farther and farther away with the current.

It seems that Riddle in the basilisk skeleton is just an illusion bait, and the real Dark Lord is actually the shadow in the opposite direction.

But Clark patted Nobeta on the neck, but the little fire dragon ignored the so-called real body, and instead pounced on the fleeing basilisk skeleton and opened its mouth.

"Whew!"

The blazing dragon flame seemed to fall from the sky like a gorgeous curtain, igniting the basilisk bones and the surrounding lake.

"Bastard, how did you find me?" An angry curse came from the head of the basilisk bones, it was Tom Riddle's voice.

It turned out that the shadow that fled in the opposite direction was the smoke bomb thrown, and his real body was contrary to common sense to stay with the biggest target.