There is no way to fight back!

This was Clarke's first impression after seeing Dumbledore cast the spell.

No way, even after foiling the Dark Lord's plot twice and playing with young Tom Riddle in the palm of his hand, Clark was full of powerlessness when facing Dumbledore with the Elder Wand in his hand.

Compared with the remnant soul of the Dark Lord, whose strength system is biased and has flaws, Dumbledore can be described as a hexagonal spell caster with no flaws.

He has a lot of combat experience, plenty of mana, fast spell casting, and powerful enough magic to master. The only deficiency may be that with the passage of time, the age that slowly increases, and the body that gradually ages.

But even if he is a little older, looking at Dumbledore's relaxed appearance when he cast the spell just now, it is not something that only Clark at level 6 can deal with now.

If Dumbledore's strength is converted to the professional level of the DND world, he is definitely a level 20 legendary wizard.

Perhaps the only good news is that because of Clark's plan, under the control of Hermione, Tom Riddle carried the black cauldron of the basilisk attack on his back.

In this way, Clarke will not have to fight against Dumbledore for the time being.

"Alright," Dumbledore looked at Tom Riddle who was unable to move in the spatial amber, "the culprit has been caught, and the crisis at Hogwarts is resolved." ”

The imprisoned Riddle winked at him, his eyes full of anger.

However, Dumbledore didn't care about this, and just said to Clark on the side, "Mr. Prewitt, you should stay in Gryffindor's dorm bed at this time. ”

It seems that even if Tom Riddle took all the blame, the clever old wizard didn't fully believe him.

In other words, Clark's previous performance was too good, so good that Dumbledore was wary of him, so that whenever something went wrong, he would subconsciously think about what role Clark played in this matter.

After all, Clarke's image of Dumbledore is that of a smart, calm man who pursues the best interests. Taking risks because of the so-called justice is not in line with his personality.

Fortunately, Clark had already thought of this.

"Headmaster, this guy is in control of a large snake and has taken Neville and Hermione ......"

He stood on the back of Norbert, the little dragon, and began to tell Dumbledore what had happened after the editing.

Of course, in the process, his brain occlusion was also running in sync, after all, Dumbledore's blue eyes were still looking at him.

He had been talking for about a quarter of an hour, and Dumbledore was listening intently, except for the bones of the basilisk on the surface of the Black Lagoon, crackling with the dragon's flames.

"Very well," Dumbledore smiled faintly at him as Clark paused, the light of the fire flashing quickly on the lenses of his half-moon glasses, "Clark, you have shown the courage of a Gryffindor, and perhaps Gryffindor will add a lot of points for it, and even a special contribution award is not impossible." ”

His tone became much softer, "But the most important thing right now is for Fawkes to get your friends out of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets." ”

As he spoke, Dumbledore was about to summon his pet Fawkes, but the next moment, Tom Riddle, who had been imprisoned by him in the obstacle charm, made a new noise.

"Do it!"

As Clark gave Hermione an order, a rich blood-red glow appeared on the immobile young Dark Lord.

Under the scorching light of these thick blood, the spatial crystals that had imprisoned Tom Riddle began to melt gradually.

Dumbledore frowned, and he could see that Tom Riddle was casting some kind of flesh magic, igniting his own life potential in exchange for greater power.

It's just that the flesh and blood source consumed by this kind of magic is generally not replenished.

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to it, he hadn't seen anything before, how could he be afraid of the enemy's desperate efforts.

So he stretched out his wand and pointed it at Tom Riddle, and began to output his magic power, continuing to use the obstacle charm to strengthen the space around the opponent's body.

It's a pity that Dumbledore, who is as smart as Dumbledore, didn't expect that it was Hermione who controlled Tom Riddle's body at this moment.

As the so-called cub sells Ye Tian is not distressed, Tom Riddle's body, why should she care.

Therefore, Hermione directly controlled Riddle, and ignited all of his body origin and even his soul with that blood flame, which instantly increased the output of this flesh magic.

The blood-red light, which was originally only a thin layer, expanded in an instant, as if a powder keg had been ignited, and the brilliant fireworks exploded, and the crystals of that layer of space were also like paper paste, shattering in an instant.

When Dumbledore noticed the anomaly, it was too late, so he could only reach out and grab Clarke's shoulder, and together with the fire dragon Nobeta, the phantom shifted into the distance.

The blood-red fireball swelled into a huge mass, and the deafening roar pierced through the castle, surprising the already nervous students.

Inside the fireball, Tom Riddle, who had been resurrected for less than two hours, had already been used as fuel for flesh magic, and his body was burned to the ground.

Not only that, but even his soul was sacrificed, and only a blood-red crystal remained.

The expanding fireball has begun to weaken and shrink due to the disappearance of fuel.

Hermione hurriedly took control of the remaining crystal and devoured what little remnant of Tom Riddle had left, as well as the shred of death divinity in him.

Then, with the little power left of the flesh magic, the Spirit Crystal shot out like a bullet, turning into a blood-red meteor that instantly shattered the magical barrier of Hogwarts.

Wait until Dumbledore has moved to safety with Clarke and Nobeta and then comes back.

I could only watch as the blood-red crystal disappeared into the night sky, leaving behind a slender blood-red tail flame.

"Professor, aren't you chasing?" Clarke asked, looking at Dumbledore.

"Nope."

Dumbledore looked at Tom Riddle, who didn't know where he had escaped, and was no longer in the mood to interrogate Clark, so he sighed helplessly, and after arranging Nobeta, he took Clark back to the castle.

On the other side, in a secret chamber beneath the castle.

Hermione didn't fly far after manipulating the Scarlet to devour Tom Riddle's remnant and escape from Ascension.

She just controlled the fire on the spirit crystal servant to converge on her body, turned into an ordinary dark red stone, and fell into the woods not far away, where she was pocketed by the house-elves of the Puwitt family who had been waiting there for a long time.

Once everything was arranged, Hermione's consciousness returned to her body.

At this time, Harry and the others outside the cave had come to their senses, and Hermione did not dare to delay, and after cleaning up the traces on the ground, she hurriedly climbed out of the statue and joined them.

"Hey, Hermione, I thought you were catching up with Clarke." Ron greeted her.

"No," said Hermione, "the dragon was too small to carry two men, so he put me down again." ”

At this time, Lockhart on the side seemed to have returned to normal, and said with a smile.

"Aha, tonight was a great adventure, so, did we defeat the mystery man? I think I'm going to have to put it in my new book. ”

He was still boasting there, but Harry was scanning the room.

"Have you ever wondered how we are going to get back to the surface from this chamber?" He asked Hermione and the others.

Ron and Neville shook their heads, and Hermione looked at Phoenix Fawkes, who flew in front of Harry, "Maybe it can help us get out of here." ”

"It?"

Harry stared at the big bird, its wings flapping in front of him, its sparkling eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

"Can it?"

Harry looked at it hesitantly, an attitude that seemed to make Phoenix Fawkes angry, pecking the back of his hand a few times in dissatisfaction, and then in front of him, wiggling the long golden feathers behind his tail.

"It seems to want you to catch it...... Ron said uncertainly, "but you're too heavy for a bird to pull you up." ”

Fortunately, Harry is a man, otherwise Ron's words would have been lethal.

"It's no ordinary bird, Ron." At this time, Hermione's role is reflected, "It's a phoenix, a xxxx-level magical animal!" ”

"According to the records, the phoenix's singing voice has magical powers, and tears can also heal many injuries.

Not only that, but they can also use special teleportation spells to reach anywhere, and they are infinitely powerful, carrying goods dozens of times their weight. ”

Phoenix Fawkes was so impressed by Hermione's compliment that he chirped twice with joy and then wagged the golden feather behind his tail again.

Listening to Hermione's words, Harry also reacted at this time.

He quickly turned to the others, "We have to hold on to one by one and let it take us out." ”

"Ron, you grab Neville's hand, Professor Lockhart-"

"I'll be at the end." Lockhart took the initiative.

"Alright, then Hermione, you grab Neville's other hand."

Harry and Neville tucked their swords and Sorting Hat into their belts, Ron grabbed Harry's left hand and Harry reached for the surprisingly hot feather on Fawkes's tail.

The five of them joined hands in a string, and a strange sense of relief quickly swept through their bodies.

Then, with a snort, the light and shadow in front of them pulled into long strips, as if they had been buried in some kind of long tunnel.

Before they could react, they found themselves outside Professor McGonagall's office.

"Whew, this is not a lot more comfortable for Floo fans!" Ron couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Harry let go of Fawkes's tail feathers, knocked lightly on the door, and pushed it open.

In the orange office, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Clarke, who were talking, all happened to turn around at this time.

Harry and the others stood in the doorway, covered in mud and slime, and Neville's robes were stained with blood.

For a moment, there was silence in all directions.

Suddenly, a shout-

"Neville!"

It was Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom, who had been sitting by the fire all the time, her eyes red, as if she had just cried.

She stood up tremblingly at the sight of her beloved grandson, and Neville hurriedly walked over, stretched out his arms, put his arms around his grandmother, and patted her on the back to comfort her.

Harry's gaze passed over them and into the room.

Professor Dumbledore was smiling and standing in front of the mantelpiece, next to him Professor McGonagall, clutching her hands to her chest and gasping for air, while Clarke nodded to them.

Fawkes flew past Harry's ear and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

Just then, Harry noticed Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom, walking up to him and holding him tightly in his arms.

"You saved him! You saved him! Thank you so much! ”

Harry's face flushed, and to be honest, he was trying to save Neville, but it was Neville who saved his life.

At this time, Dumbledore suddenly said: "Although Clarke told me roughly what happened, I am still very curious, how did you do it?" ”

Hearing this, Clarke's face was still smiling.

Professor McGonagall said weakly, "That's what we all want to know." ”

Mrs. Longbottom let go of Harry, hesitated for a moment, walked over to the desk, and placed the Sorting Hat on it.

Hermione and Neville glanced at each other, and did as he did, placing the ruby-encrusted Gryffindor sword on the table, along with Riddle's journal.

Harry then began to tell them exactly what had happened.

From the time he heard that ghostly voice, to Clark telling him about the past of the Gaunt family.

From Ron discovering Tom Riddle's medal to Hermione figuring out the truth about Hagrid's wrongful life fifty years ago.

Harry's story is full of ups and downs, and the secret information involved is even more eye-opening.

He recounts that he and Ron had followed the spider into the Forbidden Forest because of Hagrid's prompting, and that Aragog had told them about the Chamber of Secrets and where the last victim had been killed.

Harry also said that Clark had tried to figure out what he had heard from a basilisk lurking in a water pipe.

Then they guessed that the weeping Myrtle was probably the victim, and that the entrance to the chamber might be hidden in her bathroom......

"Good." When Harry paused, Professor McGonagall encouraged him to continue.

"So you've found out where the entrance is—and I have to add, you've broken over a hundred school rules along the way—but how did you get out of there, Potter?"

"Actually, it's all up to Clark," he said, glancing at Clark, "and I'm not that big of a part in the whole adventure." ”

Then Harry continued in his voice, which was hoarse from talking.

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