Chapter Seventy-Two: The Wear and Tear of Time

Hogwarts Castle, inside the dark cavern below the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

Tom, who had woken up from his coma, didn't make the slightest movement, he did his best to stay in the state he had been in before he woke up, his hands groping around slowly trying to find his wand.

"Foot!"

Grice's voice was hoarse and cold.

Hearing the sound, Tom immediately rolled over and sat up, his right hand reached his foot, and he picked up his wand and released a glowing charm.

"Who are you? Did you knock me out? ”

His eyes gleamed in a soft light.

Grice stood silently in the distance, not looking at him: "Slytherin, Grice." ”

"Slytherin? Goliath? ”

Tom was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "As a Slytherin prefect, how did I not know that Slytherin had a person like you?" ”

The eyes behind the silk blindfold glanced at him, but did not answer his question:

"That's none of your business, since you're awake, get out of here."

"Leave? I'm the heir of Slytherin, and everything in the Chamber of Secrets should be my heir, so why should I leave? ”

Tom raised his wand and pointed at Grice in a swaggering manner, "I think the ...... should leave forever."

Before he could finish his threatening words, he saw Grice come to him like electricity:

"The heir of Slytherin? What's the proof? ”

The incredible speed of this frightened Tom took a step back, and the Iron Armor Charm was released silently.

"Silent and wandless spellcasting, good talent."

Seeing that the fluorescence on the tip of his staff had not been extinguished, but a layer of transparent armor suddenly floated around his body, Grice bowed slightly, "But this is not enough to prove it!" ”

"Proof of course, I can prove it, but I'm afraid you won't understand."

Not daring to show the idea of killing the other party easily, Tom looked at Grice from head to toe with scrutinizing eyes, and said with his Parseltongue talent, "I'm Voldemort!" The greatest wizard of the century! ”

"Oh."

Grice said in a salty tone, "Got it, Voldemort, an ambitious little wizard. ”

Hearing that she actually understood her words, Tom was stunned for a moment, and then asked in a shocked voice:

"You understand? You're a parseltongue too? ”

"It's not." Grice shook his head, "I, Slytherin's, basilisk. ”

Hearing this, Tom took a step back in surprise and repeated incredulously: "Snake...... Basilisk? ”

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Grice knelt down to the side gently, and in an instant it turned into a huge snake, and she closed her eyes tightly and said:

"Now, believe it?"

Tom gasped, and his expression became feverish:

"You're a basilisk! Are you like the legend? ”

"What legend?"

"You are the pet left by your Slytherin ancestors to your heirs to purify the school and clean up the mud ...... that are not worthy of learning magic."

"It's not!"

"Isn't it?"

Tom, who was interrupted by Grice, froze, and after a few seconds, he asked again, "What about the blood of the toad that weakens you, and the blood of the chicken that makes you berserk?" ”

"Yes, there is such a thing."

The huge snake's head tapped lightly.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"No."

"But I'm the heir of Slytherin? Even if you're not a pet, you should be my friend, right? ”

Grice paused for a moment and said in a hesitant tone, "Friend...... Friend? ”

"Yes, friend!"

Tom nodded vigorously, a charming smile on his handsome face, "I'm the heir of Slytherin, you're the Slytherin basilisk, and we're friends by nature." ”

Seeing that she nodded slightly, he immediately spoke: "Since we are friends, then you should do me a small favor?" ”

Grice pondered for a moment: "What's the busy?" ”

Hearing that her tone had softened, Tom said happily:

"I've read in half of the magic book called Melina's Book that people who die by staring at you will have their souls hooked, and if I want to make a magic prop without being tortured, I need the soul hooked by your eyes as nourishment."

"Don't help!" Grice immediately refused indifferently.

"Why?" Tom asked in surprise, and then added, "There is no need to kill any important people, let's go outside and find a homeless man, no one will find out at all!" ”

"I, Grice, don't kill."

"Don't kill?"

Tom's expression instantly turned disappointed, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath when he saw her nod "yes".

After a moment, he pulled out another smile: "So, as a friend, can you send me out of the secret room?" ”

The huge snake's head tilted slightly, as if listening to something, and after a moment, she turned around and said:

"Good!"

Seeing that the other party was facing his back, Tom jumped up, put one hand in his pocket, and held his wand in the other to the snake's body.

"Open!"

As Grice hissed the spell to open the chamber, the hole above collapsed again, and the huge snake body quickly jumped up against the wall.

There was no one in the bathroom, Grice twisted his neck to block the door, and the huge snake head closed his eyes and looked back at Tom behind him:

"It's here!"

"Can't you really help me kill someone?" Tom's voice contained the last glimmer of hope.

"Can't!"

"Then don't blame me."

Tom's hand hidden in his pocket was quickly pulled out, and a large bottle of chicken blood that he was carrying with him was instantly opened and dripped.

Immediately after, he jumped to the open space with his eyes closed, and waved his wand in his hand again and again:

"Protect them all!"

"Peacefully guarded!"

"Armor protection!"

"Trap!"

……

The time goes back to five minutes ago.

On the ground floor of the women's bathroom on the second floor.

Rossi, who had been stiff for five minutes, finally regained her mobility.

Voldemort couldn't be killed?!!

His personality is on the radar of the "Grim Reaper"? When they say "Grim Reaper", are they referring to the program that runs the game?

Is that necessary? It's just a copy of an adventure mission, and if I kill Voldemort, can it affect the entire game?

muttering in his heart, he was about to open the secret room again to talk to Grice, when the door behind him was suddenly knocked open.

Immediately after, the sound of high-pitched sobbing pierced Rossi's ears.

I looked back in surprise and saw a tear-stained myrtle with tears on her face, crying pear blossoms and rain, appearing at the door.

Myrtle? Why did she come so soon? An hour so fast?

Wait a minute! I remember Grice just saying that I attacked Voldemort and only wore time in vain......

So that's it!

Because of the attention of the "Grim Reaper", from the time when the spell came to him to the time when the spell worked on him, it was all directly erased!

And I didn't even notice it at all!

Just as Rosie's mind turned sharply, Myrtle, who saw that there was someone inside, was stunned for a moment, and then turned around and ran out.

"Myrtle, don't run! Wait and there will be danger! ”

Rossi shouted and hurriedly chased after the other party.

Myrtle did not run upstairs further, but turned and ran downstairs, ran out of the castle gates, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Myrtle! You give me wait! ”

Rosie chased after him, and seeing that the other party was about to run out of the central courtyard, she simply waved her wand and pointed over!

"Cotton dresses are flying!"

Under the effect of magic, the cotton dress on Myrtle's body was pulled violently, and she was pulled towards Rosie in an instant.

"You're going to bully me too!"

Myrtle, who had been grabbed by Rosie's clothes, screamed, drew her wand and was about to cast a spell, but heard a loud shout from the direction of the auditorium.

"Don't!"

(End of chapter)