On the vast surface of the lake, blazing flames rose into the sky, reflecting a small half of the sky.

In the flames, the skeletal giant snake as white as jade struggled desperately, shaking its head and tail like a living thing.

Beyond the flames, a pitch-black, graceful young fire dragon glided through the air like a ghost.

Clark stood proudly on Nobeta's back, quietly looking at the sea of fire at his feet.

"Tom Riddle, I know you're here, don't hide in there and be silent." He shouted at the basilisk bones in the sea of fire, his tone very affirmative.

Smart people think a lot, and Riddle is no exception.

After drilling out of the pipe, he used a spell to separate and separate to mislead his pursuers.

It's just that ordinary people chase and often subconsciously choose larger targets.

Tom Riddle's head turned one more time, thinking that with the ingenuity shown by Clark, it was impossible not to guess his split escape strategy.

Riddle chose to do the opposite, letting the phantom sneak away as his real body, and instead pretending to be the phantom and staying with the more conspicuous basilisk bones.

In Riddle wanted to come, he was I guessed it and you would guess my plan.

He was originally on the first layer, and Clark may be on the second layer, but he was actually on the third layer.

It's a pity that the idea is beautiful, but what Riddle doesn't know is that Clark has long been standing outside the atmosphere.

From the moment he was resurrected, no, no, no, maybe even earlier, from the moment Clark obtained his Horcrux diary, the course of fate had been deflected.

After all, one party is a pure-blood family heir who is familiar with the original book, is extremely smart, and knows all kinds of secret information.

On the other side is the Dark Lord, a defeated dog who has been trapped in a Horcrux for many years, and who is blinded and arrogant.

The husband is counted as the winner of the temple without a fight, and it has to be counted as much: the temple is counted as the winner without a fight, and it has to be counted as little. More wins, less wins, and nothing counts?

Tom Riddle's defeat was doomed, not in terms of disparity in power, but in terms of asymmetry in information.

Yes, Riddle already felt that fate was clutching his throat tightly, making him almost breathless.

"Clark Prewit!"

He emerged from the burning-out basilisk bones and flew in front of Clark, gritting his teeth and calling out the names of the men in front of him.

The hysterical voice was full of Tom Riddle's desperation, and he didn't even know where this despair came from.

He had apparently gained a new power when he was resurrected, a power that could free him from the influence of chaos and give him a glimpse of a higher realm.

Even now that he met Dumbledore, he ......

"It's really you, Tom."

A very familiar, somewhat unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind him, interrupting Tom Riddle's thoughts.

He saw a playful smile on Clark's face, and turned around with difficulty, only to see an old wizard with a long beard and hooked nose, looking at him with a smile.

Time seemed to go back to that summer more than fifty years ago, and he was sitting on a gray blanket with a book in his hand.

The old man in front of him was smiling kindly, just like now.

"Dumbledore!" A hoarse voice squeezed out of Tom Riddle's throat, "Why are you here?" ”

Yes, standing behind Tom Riddle was none other than Headmaster Dumbledore, who had just returned.

"Oh, Tom, you're still the same as before, and you don't even want to call me a professor."

Dumbledore turned his wand and looked at his students.

"Today, I was contacted by the school trustees, who had heard that the Longbottom family had killed their children and wanted me to come back immediately.

Obviously, after a long time, they still seemed to think that I was the best fit for the job.

But what about you, Tom, why are you here? ”

Tom Riddle's pale cheeks flushed slightly, "Don't you know? ”

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and sighed, "I really should have known this a long time ago, Tom, so it's you this time, right?" ”

"Heh, heh, heh."

Tom Riddle let out a oozing laugh as he suddenly found a way to break his fate, and Dumbledore didn't seem to be of the same mind as that Clark.

As smart as he was, he immediately discovered this opportunity, and even if he couldn't escape, he wouldn't let this little bastard who deceived him get his way.

He knew what kind of person Dumbledore was, and if there was even the slightest suspicion, Clark was finished.

So he opened his mouth, "Of course ......"

Riddle seemed to hear heavy breathing behind him, and the little bastard was probably nervous, he must not want Dumbledore to know about it.

In that case, let me be a good person and expose you.

Tom Riddle had a vicious smile on his face, "Of course...... This time, I did it too! ”

No, Tom Riddle was shocked, that's not what I wanted to say.

It's just that on the outside, the smile on his face is still the same, and his mouth is still uncontrollable.

"It's me, I opened the Chamber of Secrets, released the basilisk, sucked the power of death, and I, Tom Riddle, the great Voldemort, finally came back to life."

Tom Riddle looked at Dumbledore, laughing wildly, showing off, but his heart was like polar ice, cold and piercing.

He desperately wanted to open his mouth and say what was in his heart, "The murderer is Clark, he released the basilisk, and he is the one who brought me back to life." ”

But when these words came to his lips, they became, "I didn't expect that the heir of Slytherin turned out to be me, Dumbledore, you looked away back then......"

Why, why the hell is this, why is my body out of control!

He wanted to raise his hand to cast a spell, to reveal the truth, but the truth was that his soul seemed to be disconnected from his body.

Something, it seems, slowly but surely, settled into his body.

"You framed a good man......" Dumbledore shook his head when he heard Tom Riddle's words.

"But what interests me the most, how did you get to Hogwarts to open the Chamber of Secrets?

Because according to my sources, after the failure of last year's incident, you should be hiding in the Albanian forest licking your wounds. ”

"Tell him, it's Clark Prewit! It's Clark Prewitt! Tom Riddle cried out desperately in his heart.

But what came out of his mouth was, "My servants are everywhere, Dumbledore, your 'love' cannot quench desire, they are always there to help me in my time of need." ”

That's enough!

Tom Riddle almost went crazy with anger as he listened to the words that came out of his mouth with completely different meanings, what the hell was going on?

And when he was depressed and crazy in his heart, an indiscernible sneer came from behind him.

It's Clark Prewitt.

Tom Riddle suddenly reacted, all this is his ghost, this little bastard, is it really his own nemesis?

No, I still have a backhand...... And then there's the back hand, the crystal, the divine crystal that contains the divinity of the God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic, and the power of the gods is omnipotent.

It was only then that Riddle remembered the thing he had swallowed at the resurrection.

But the next moment, he came back to his senses, why did he only remember it now, as if there was some mysterious power that made him ignore the divine crystal all along.

He remembered that the existence of this divine crystal was also what Clark had told him about at the beginning, could it be ......

If Tom Riddle has downloaded the national anti-scam app, he will receive a reminder that it is not necessarily a pie falling from the sky, but a trap.

It's a pity that he understood it a little late.

If Riddle had clairvoyance, he could see.

Hundreds of meters deep in that Hogwarts castle, in that Slytherin chamber, Hermione Granger was standing on a magic circle painted with the emblem of the God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic, speaking the exact same words as him.

Whether it is the movement, demeanor, or tone of speech, the performance of the two people is exactly the same, as if they are sharing the same soul.

And if you turn the clock back a little further, back to the time after Clark followed Tom Riddle into the pipe, you can see what Hermione did.

I saw that after she received the knowledge transmitted to her by Clark, she directly took out the illuminated [God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic] statue from the magic bag that the other party handed to her.

Hermione placed the idol in the center of the circle drawn by Clark, and then continued to pull out various alchemy materials and place them on the nodes of the circle.

When everything was ready, she stood at the very top of the triangle circle, holding a dragon stomach pouch filled with gold and a cat-leopard's pituitary gland, and began to cast a spell.

As for the name of this spell, it is [Karthas Divine Magic].

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Spell Level: 12

Field:Enchantment

Spell Ingredients: Spells, Gestures, Materials, Circles

Cast time: 6 hours

Exemption Certification: Exceptional

Range: Unlimited

Duration: Unlimited

AoE: One god

Casting Material: A golden dragon stomach pouch filled with stones, the pituitary gland of the Terrasqui Behemoth

Spell Effect: When the spell is successfully cast, it can forcibly deprive the caster of all knowledge, memories, priesthood, and godhead, and replace them with the caster. It should be noted that when casting a spell, regardless of whether the god performs an immunity rate check or not, he will know about it.

According to the knowledge that Clark obtained from the Godhead Fragment of Knowledge, the [Karthas Divine Magic], as the only twelve-ring spell in the world created by the Grand Arcanist Karthas in the world of DND, is a mythical magic that can make the caster become a god in one step.

This Grand Arcanist who was born in the Nether Empire on the Faren Continent is a genius of magic in the true sense of the word, and any magic is learned and understood at the touch of a finger in front of him, as if he has never known them well.

Even Hermione, the so-called academic bully, compared to him, is as big as the gap between Nobel Prize winners and ordinary high school students.

And it took such a brilliant grand arcanist more than 10 years to study this spell.

It was so complex that the caster had to use a golden dragon's stomach pouch filled with stone and the pituitary gland of the Tesquilla Behemoth as the material components of the spell.

When this spell was created, it was at the height of the Nethrill's struggle.

Within, the great Grand Master Iolum has disappeared.

In addition, Fei Lin Demon Aoi's magic sucking technique has made the magician's living environment worse and worse.

The Nether Empire is a daily source of panic, and the Grand Arcanists are always worried, as the situation in the Empire is indeed on the verge of mutiny.

At this time, Karthas made the most important decision of his life: he felt that it was time for him to take on the task of reviving the country from peril.

In order to reorganize the Nether Empire and continue the glory of magic, he decided to seize the power of the gods.

So after years of research, he finally created a magic and used it on himself.

This spell is the [Incarnation of Karthas], and it is also the [Karthas Divine Technique], the only twelve-ring spell in the world, which can temporarily steal the power of a god.

Karthas chose Misriel, the original goddess of magic at the time, as his target.

Finally, he cast this powerful spell, and the spell was successful, and it went somewhat unexpectedly.

But he never imagined that his actions would permanently change the way magic works, and at the same time bury his empire with his own hands.

The use of the [Karthus Sealing Technique] caused the divine power to rush into the body and soul of Karthas, and they were surging and wildly agitated.

In that instant, Karthhas succeeded in replacing Mithriel and became the god of magic in this world!

He possessed an infinite amount of magical energy, and his mind was filled with countless incredible magical knowledge.

But it was this knowledge that made him realize what a terrible and fatal mistake he had made: he had gained power and knowledge that he, a mortal, could not bear and possess at all!

As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility.

The duty of the original goddess of magic, Misrel, was to control the magical energy network, distribute the magical energy according to the call of the magicians, and use her magic power to repair the magic network and maintain the stability of the entire universe magical energy network.

After all, with the misuse of magic in the Nether Empire and the flood of Ferin Demon Sunflower, the magic net is often in a damaged state.

However, Karthhas had no such ability, and by the time he realized this, the disaster of the wizarding world had already occurred irreversibly.

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