Chapter 81: Let's Have a Duel (Ask for Follow-up~)
"You should be glad that the elves did it for you." Harry shook his head, "That creature isn't reliable at all. β
Tom said earnestly: "You have to learn to use them." β
"It's like wizards don't care what wands look like."
"The most suitable for yourself, of course, the best, but if the conditions are limited, as long as you can have a wand, it is not very good?"
"And judging by the results alone, isn't it great?"
"Once again, I escaped Dumbledore's eyes, like everything I did."
"Lockhart was the one I picked out from Ginny's description."
"I thought he would be a controll, vulgar, ambitious, incompetent, fame and fortune, he met almost all the elements of control."
"In fact, he's really easy to control."
At the mention of this guy, even Tom's face became gloomy.
"But he's so useless!"
"It's just a little benefit, I can't wait to show it off everywhere, I can't hide anything, so quickly, it's naked in your eyes."
"Even, let you guess and confirm that I am hiding in his body."
Speaking of this, his face became happy again: "It's a pity that Dumbledore is too merciful, if I were him, I would have killed Lockhart directly and dissected his body." β
But what is his choice? It's just a human life, and he is reluctant to touch it, he just wants to force me to leave and force me to show up. β
"Well, everything is as he wants."
"I'm here."
"But what about Dumbledore?"
Harry waved his hand and shook the sword in his hand, "Don't show off your layout anymore, go to great lengths to lure me here, just say anything." β
"Is this the Gryffindor Sword?" Tom was caught by the sword, and his expression was greedy.
Harry asked, "You really want this sword?" β
"I get all the inheritance of the other three except Gryffindor." Tom nodded, unabashedly, generously, "I've been wondering how to get Gryffindor." β
"Cowards who hide their heads and tails can't get it." Harry wasn't polite at all.
Tom looked so calm that the only things that could make him emotionally uncontrollable were the women's bathroom and Lockhart: "It's prudent, Mr. Potter, I'm going to deal with it, but the greatest white wizard of all." β
"Like Gryffindor, I'm afraid I'll have to be expelled from him by the time I am in first grade."
At this, he paused, and raised his hand to his head, "I can tell, Harry, that we are the same kind of people. β
"There are brains."
Then he turned his hand to his heart: "There are also ambitions." β
"Dumbledore can't teach you anything, and you can see that he will submit to the ridiculous rules of the weak, and Grindelwald has locked himself up in Newmengard."
"But isn't Hogwarts Dumbledore's prison?"
"For the greater good."
"It is necessary to do whatever means are not bold, to do what mediocre people dare not do, to think what they dare not think, and to use all means to break the pedantic and conservative rules."
"This world should be ruled by the strong."
He stretched out his hand, high on it, refusing to bend his waist, and spoke in an almost sincere tone: "Why don't we join forces?" β
"You and me."
"Harry and Voldemort."
"The Savior and the Dark Lord."
"We can change the world completely."
Harry refused: "Sounds good, but I have a bottom line. β
"At least I won't sneak into the girls' bathroom late at night."
Tom's face darkened: "Potter, it seems that we don't have anything to talk about?" β
"Not from the beginning." Harry nodded, sneering, "You've always been thinking about how to make it easier for me, haven't you?" β
"If you're sincere, don't be so nervous and keep your wand in your hand."
Tom didn't speak, and since he had broken it, he simply stopped hiding it, and showed Ginny's wand, which was also a yew wood and a phoenix feather wand.
"You're scared of me, dear Tom." Harry spoke softly, carrying his sword, and slowly approached him, "I can see that you are afraid of me. β
Tom stared at him warily, "Why is there such a naΓ―ve misunderstanding, you are just a little wizard in the second year. β
"So what?" Harry shrugged, noncommittal, "That doesn't mean you're afraid of me. β
"The basilisk is avoiding me."
"This thing hiding is hiding from me, too."
"This disgusting habit is not the same as the face you disguised, with teeth and claws."
"I finally know why you failed."
Tom's eyes became sharp and dangerous.
"You do have some talent, but you only dare to bully those who seem weaker than you." Harry's tone became more flirtatious, "I bullied my classmates when I was at school. β
"You still want to bully me, a little wizard in the second grade."
"Was it Lockhart's dueling club that gave you confidence?"
"Can he suppress his temperament and give up the opportunity to Snape, and that's your order?"
"I just want to see what level I am, and after reading it, now that I have confidence, I dare to show up like this, thinking about solving me?"
Tom raised his wand, "Potter, I'm respecting you. β
"A chance for a fair duel."
"Let me see if the savior who defeated the Dark Lord is worthy of the name."
"I don't think you have forgotten what Lockhart taught you at the Dueling Club."
He seemed to be obsessed with this ritual thing.
Harry stood still, also holding his wand to his chest, "Of course. β
The two of them bowed.
Count in unison.
"One ......"
"Two ......"
At this moment, the "spit" sound just landed.
Harry kicked his foot and slammed out, swinging his sword at Tom's head.
Tom was even half a step ahead of him, and waved his wand, and two of the snakes coiled around the pillar, twisted and crawled, and slammed into Harry.
Halfway through, Harry rolled over, dodging the stone serpent's attack, and with a wave of his wand, his magic was not strong enough to drive two stone snakes at the same time.
But only one, no problem.
Two giant snakes are entangled and wrestling.
Another, under Tom's command, set off a monstrous wave, fierce and brutal, which was deftly dodged by Harry.
"Infernal Flame!"
Tom waved his wand.
The black fire was rolling and surging, overwhelming, and diffusing in all directions.
"Stupid fighting, as a wizard, you still want to use a mudblood weapon." Tom sneered, "Stupidity is the reason for your death." β
"So, when you duel with people, do you annoy your opponent to death by talking to death?" Harry dodged the stone serpent and transfiguration altered the terrain in an attempt to find a close-quarters opportunity.
Right now.
In the secret room, another huge wave of magic surged.
It was a familiar feeling, a magic that belonged to Albus Dumbledore.