In the moment of refusal, Harley's silk pulled her and quickly flew upside down towards the auditorium door, distancing herself from Riddle.

Several icy spears condensed in mid-air, spinning and flying towards Riddle.

"Refused? Anyway, I didn't expect to succeed. Riddle laughs, as if everything is under control.

With a slight wave of his wand, an invisible wall appeared in front of him, blocking Harry's attack.

"You want to know something, and by the way, you can wait for reinforcements. And I'm waiting for Lockhart's soul to be separated from his body! ”

As he spoke, Riddle's mouth let out a "hiss" sound, manipulating the basilisk to rush towards Harley.

His wand was pointed at Professor Lockhart's remaining head: "In the case of a complete explosion of the torso, the soul can be separated faster.

Although Lockhart is just a pompous general, he is proficient in memory magic, and he has been strengthened by me, and his soul is not weak.

And under my deliberate concealment, his soul has no ability to resist in the slightest, for the broken me......

Wait, what about Lockhart's soul? For the first time, Riddle's face showed a stunned expression.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a very loud "hiss" sound: "Faithful servant of Slytherin, fight me five minutes!" ”

Riddle then began to point intently at Professor Lockhart's corpse, as if preparing a very complicated spell.

Hallie didn't care too much about Riddle's actions, just made sure he didn't sneak up on her.

Anyway, Lockhart's spirit body has been imprisoned by himself, and he is lying in his magic mirror with peace of mind.

If Riddle can find it, that's hell in the coffin.

Now Harry's first goal is to quickly kill the damned basilisk while Riddle searches for Professor Lockhart's "missing" soul, so that he doesn't suffer from the enemy.

The basilisk was still stiff, moving much less quickly than before, and not slapping its tail as hard as it used to.

Harley speculated that this was the effect of the previous "Frozen World" on the basilisk, after all, the basilisk did not have a particularly strong resistance to cold.

Unfortunately, the pressure on the body from releasing the frozen world is too great, and if you want to release it on a large scale, you have to consume the power that Harley borrowed from her mythical bioform.

So even if it's Harley now, she can't release it many times in a short period of time.

However, although the frozen world cannot be used, the witch herself can still use the ice control at will.

Harley waved her wand, and a frost spear appeared in the sky, stabbing frantically at the basilisk.

The icicle also has a witch's curse attached to it, such as sharp, bleeding, and unable to heal.

It's not a powerful curse, and it can do very little damage to the basilisk, but it's enough to interfere with it.

After all, all that this basilisk repeatedly spits out of its mouth are words like "kill" and "tear", and it looks like it doesn't have a high IQ.

At the same time, Harley also unleashes the ability to inflate those wounds quickly, causing more damage.

Sure enough, under Harley's intensive attacks, the basilisk's huge body couldn't dodge at all.

It soon bleeds all over, descending into deeper madness and causing more spears to easily hit deadly parts.

The basilisk began to wriggle frantically on the ground, striking its massive body against the ground in an attempt to relieve the pain.

Looking at the blood flowing from the basilisk, Harley was inexplicably a little heartbroken. That's your own spoils!

Although it was a little heartbroken, Harley did not hesitate, and used spider silk to manipulate several long hairs to repeatedly attack the bleeding spots, further tearing the wounds.

"Two minutes to go," Harley thought to herself,

"Finish the basilisk in two minutes, or Voldemort will stop that magic and join the fight."

Thinking of this, Harley no longer hesitated, even if it was okay to destroy some of the materials.

She floated directly through the spider silk to the head of the basilisk from mid-air.

The basilisk was still rolling and shaking wildly, and although a man had landed on its head, it was unaware of it.

With the help of the Assassin's physical enhancement and the holding of an icy spear stuck in the scales of the basilisk's head, Harley stabilized her figure.

She placed her left hand on the wound on the basilisk's head, shoved a wand fragment into it, and whispered:

"Bribe and Weaken!"

"Distort Perception!"

"The Law of All Laws: Huge creatures are forbidden here!"

"Judgment!"

In one fell swoop, Harley activated most of the abilities of the two seals on her body.

Because it doesn't have much intelligence itself, the basilisk simply can't evade the effects of these extraordinary abilities.

And when he is too close to Harley, the effect of the Law of All Laws and the ability to judge can be said to be maximized.

The basilisk screamed directly, and when it had already broken through the defense by the ice spear, and then the face-to-face bribe was marked, the magic resistance of the basilisk skin was almost none.

In this case, the Law of Ten Thousand Laws directly marks him as a criminal, and the trial field can directly hit him within ten meters!

In this moment, the basilisk closed its eyes in pain, and felt as if a rolling pin was stirring wildly in his head.

"Goodbye, turn into material!" Harley sneered, infusing the ice spear in her right hand with more spirituality, and stabbed it down hard.

The basilisk's skin and flesh were paper-mâché and could be easily broken through by spears.

Blood poured from the wound, and the basilisk stopped wailing, its head slammed into the floor from the pain.

"Go all the way." Harley quickly moved away from the basilisk with the help of spider silk to prevent blood from splattering on her body.

She pulled out the handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her hands gently.

It's exactly two minutes, not a second, a second is not much.

It's called elegance.

At this point, Riddle had finally finished his magic, and his face was full of hideousness.

He had been plotting for so long, driving out Dumbledore, bewitching Lockhart, draining twelve dwarfs, and devouring the lives of many Muggles during the holidays.

Didn't he pay so much just to resurrect himself on Easter Day, to be anti-object-oriented, and to make himself the essence?

As a result, one of the most important materials in his resurrection ritual, the soul of Lockhart, is missing.

Without this material, his mutilated soul simply could not support the resurrection ritual he had prepared.

After all, Riddle has been in the diary for more than 50 years, and although he has absorbed a lot of life force and magic, he has also used most of it.

He was weaker than the fragment of Voldemort's main soul now.

Riddle was not stupid, and quickly remembered Harry's strange movements in front of Lockhart's corpse earlier.

"You used that strange mirror from earlier to steal Lockhart's soul?" Riddle had murderous intent in his eyes as he stared at Harley as she hung in mid-air.

"Of course, dear Mr. Riddle." Harley bowed slightly with the assistance of the spider silk,

"Professor Lockhart's soul is still of great use to me, so please forgive me for not giving him to you."

"What a rubbish! I knew I wouldn't have wiped out this stupid snake's mind in order to hide the dark magic left behind by Slytherin! ”

Riddle scolded as he looked at the basilisk's corpse, then looked at the sky.

"It's okay, it's okay to kill you and take it again."

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(Thank you for the nine-tailed Yanhu and the invincible free and easy little fat man!) ）

(End of chapter)