Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

The giant, colorful-scaled rooster was precisely the reason Tom had come to find Hagrid.

In Tom's memory, the Rainbow-scaled Giant Chicken was still that small creature, just big enough to carry Hermione on his back.

But now... things seem a little different.

The giant, colorful-scaled chicken has grown to a very large size, reaching a height of 1.5 meters and a length of 2 meters.

It's no exaggeration to say that he could easily carry Hagrid on his back; he has the strength to do so now, and he could even carry Hagrid over mountains and valleys.

"I don't know what he ate, child. Logically speaking, a giant rainbow-scaled chicken shouldn't grow that big in half a year!"

I can't afford to support him anymore, and he keeps running off into the Forbidden Forest. I'm so worried about his safety, Tom! Please take him away, or I'll break down!

Hagrid covered his face and squatted on the ground. Tom had never seen Hagrid so devastated.

Tom patted Hagrid on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You've worked hard, Hagrid, come here."

The last two words were spoken to the giant, colorful-scaled chicken.

The giant, colorful-scaled rooster recognized Tom and came running over, sidling up to him and poking at his wizard's robes with its sharp beak.

“What did you do in the Forbidden Forest? Don’t you know it will cause trouble for Mr. Hagrid? Come with me. It seems I have to punish you today.”

Hagrid: "...There's no need to punish him. He just ate a little too much. Anyway, when I kept the fire dragon in captivity before, that fire dragon didn't eat this much."

"Tom, you're a Potions Master, right? You should be able to afford to support him."

“I will do my best.” Tom smiled. “Thank you for your help these days, Mr. Hagrid.”

"No, it's no trouble at all!"

After saying goodbye to Hagrid, Tom led the giant, colorful-scaled chicken, becoming a beautiful sight to behold.

After all, Tom was walking in front, with a much larger behemoth behind him; such a scene would probably attract attention anywhere.

Feeling he had been too flamboyant, Tom patted the giant, colorful-scaled chicken on the head: "Wait here for me, I'll go find someone to come and pick us up."

Tom pulled Galo, who was still sleeping, over and explained the situation to her.

Since the Giant Rainbow-Scaled Chicken eats similar things to the Fire Dragon... let the Fire Dragon take him back to the Momo Mountains!

Anyway, whether Galo is looking for food for one person or two, it's still the same thing, and there's no shortage of food in the Momo Mountains.

"Galo, I have a question for you."

Tom sat on the back of the giant pheasant with a blade of grass in his mouth and asked Gara, "Have you ever heard of a creature, a giant snake? The snake is... well, it's very long, several meters, even more than ten meters. Anyone who is seen by it will die, and if you look into its eyes through a medium, you will be petrified immediately."

Have you encountered this creature before?

Gara was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke up: "Are you talking about the basilisk? It's about 50 feet long, with dark green skin and yellow eyes. Its scales can deflect spells, so most magic has no effect on it."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Galo nodded vigorously: "I really have encountered one. Many years ago, there was a snake monster who wanted to compete with me to see who could live longer." At this point, Galo laughed, "That guy would sleep as soon as winter came and secretly stole all the food I had stored. How could I let him get away with it? I roasted him and ate him. It tasted pretty good."

Tom: "Won't you die if you look him in the eye?"

“Inferior creatures, they are nothing but inferior beings researched and bred by black wizards. How could they possibly harm a noble dragon like me?”

But that taste is really unforgettable; if I could, I'd like to try it again… Tom, why are you asking me that? Did you discover the Basilisk?

"Sort of," Tom said, posing a riddle. "I'll see when the time comes. If he doesn't obey my orders, you can come and roast him and eat him."

"No problem. Remember to bring some seasonings with you. I like to add some cumin. I've already taught you the magic to summon me. Can I take this rooster back to the Momo Mountains?"

Oh, I forgot to tell you, the Giant Scaled Chicken is also a natural enemy of the Basilisk. Judging from what you said, this thing suddenly grew so big, it either ate some kind of rare and precious herb, or it ate…”

Tom pricked up his ears.

"Or he ate a basilisk. Although basilisks are evil, they are a great tonic for us magical creatures. I wasn't that big back then. It was after I ate that basilisk that I grew rapidly in less than half a year and became what I am now."

Even among fire-breathing dragons, my size is unmatched by most. There are very few dragons larger than me; you could count them on one hand.

Tom nodded. "I understand."

After seeing the two off, Tom went to the Death Zone.

The Mirror of Eris and King Arthur have been restored to their original state.

The witch repeatedly asked the Mirror of Erised who the most beautiful woman in the world was, imposing various restrictions such as "born a woman, still a woman, someone within the last ten thousand years," until she finally got the answer she wanted.

"Foolish student, do you consider this your home? Why do you keep coming here?" The witch smiled.

It's clear she's in a good mood today.

"Teacher, I'm in big trouble!"

Witch: "...Can you stop being so overly cautious? You haven't even actually seen the basilisk yet, and you're already asking me for help. Besides, even if you did encounter the basilisk, you could probably escape now, right?"

Tom: "I'm scared, teacher. What if I accidentally make eye contact with him, like when he peeks out from some corner and looks me straight in the eye? Wouldn't I die?"

“That kind of creature isn’t that exaggerated…” the witch coughed. “You have to understand, even the basilisk is something that was researched and created by dark wizards.”

And... it is absolutely impossible for a wizard to invent something more powerful than himself.

Therefore, the condition that whoever the basilisk sees dies is essentially invalid. He merely placed some kind of spell, some kind of curse, some kind of... magic in the basilisk's eyes, do you understand?

Tom paused for a moment, then nodded: "So, all I have to do is use magic stronger than his, right? But the only magic I've learned and can use proficiently right now is the Divine Sharpness Spell."

"Then why don't you hurry up and learn Avada Kedavra... Avada Kedavra what, and then start learning One Thought of Life and Death? If you can learn One Thought of Life and Death, let alone making eye contact with a basilisk, you can even use the basilisk's eyes as a mirror without any problem. After all, this is a magic that controls life and death."

Or... could you learn some defensive magic?

Tom: "What defensive magic?"

"That old guy Merlin once researched defensive magic. He invented the strongest defensive magic in the world back then. You can go find him when he's not crazy anymore, but let's forget about it now. If I weren't here, if I hadn't stopped you... Merlin would probably have torn you to pieces by now."

As for Arthur… to be honest, that guy knows absolutely nothing about defensive magic; all he knows is attack magic, all offensive magic.

Tom suddenly became curious about something and tentatively asked, "Teacher, do you... know any defensive magic?"

I think your defensive magic must be even more powerful than Merlin's, right?

The witch paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing: "My defensive magic...you really want to learn it?"

Chapter 125 Voldemort's Visit

The old guy is about to explode with gold coins!

Tom's eyes lit up immediately.

He nodded vigorously: "Of course I want to, teacher, please teach me!"

"You can't learn it," the witch said calmly, a smile playing on her lips.

She seemed to have been waiting for these words for a long time.

Tom: "? Teacher, you may be underestimating my talent. Give me another half month, or at most a month, and I will be able to master Avada Kedavra to a level of proficiency similar to the Divine Slash.

Of all the magic I've encountered so far, there's none I can't learn. As long as you teach me, I'm sure I'll be able to learn it!

The witch said, "Only the dead can learn this. Why don't you die first? Once you've truly entered this death zone, I'll teach you."

Tom: "..."

Why would I learn defensive magic when I'm already dead?

Magic must be learned while you are alive, and it must be used while you are alive!

The dead should die peacefully!

"Teacher, what kind of magic is this? Why does it have such limitations?"

Tom suddenly thought of something.

When he used Avada Kedavra on the witch... he asked the witch to help him test the spell.

Tom seemed to see his teacher open his tightly closed eye and then say two words.

Cancel.

At that moment, the entire space was frozen, and his Avada Kedavra was suspended in mid-air, motionless.

Seeing Tom's sudden realization, the witch laughed out loud: "You should have guessed it by now, right? Yes, it's that one."

The magic in the world is far more wondrous than you can imagine.

Some magic can manipulate space, such as the teleportation technique used by that little guy named Dumbledore, which is spatial magic.

Besides spatial magic, there are also memory magic, time magic, and death magic.

Spatial magic is teleportation and illusion.

Memory magic... Tom knows this too, forget everything!

The time magic was the same one the witch had used before; she glared at herself and immediately froze time.

As for death magic... well, that's a matter of life and death in an instant.

"The One Thought of Life and Death is a death magic, and not a complete one. From beginning to end, there has only ever been one true death magic, but that magic was embedded in a weapon. The One Thought of Life and Death that I have researched is just based on that weapon."

Tom swallowed hard: "There's that kind of magic?"

"Of course there is. One Thought of Life and Death means that it will definitely kill if it hits, but... what if it misses? That weapon is called Gungnir. You should have heard of this name."

A figure immediately flashed into Tom's mind.

To be precise, he cannot be considered a human; he should be called a god!

Odin, riding an eight-legged steed, wields Gungnir as his weapon.

Gungnir was just a mythical creature; Tom never imagined it would actually appear in the world.

There is little description of Gungnir, only six words, but those six words are enough to show his power.

A shot will hit its mark, and a hit will result in death!

"Teacher, have you seen Odin? Have you seen Gungnir?"

"I've seen him. We fought, but I didn't win. To beat that guy, you have to kill his horse first, but the problem is that his horse is an inanimate object, and inanimate objects can't be killed."

If he were still alive, I would have a chance to kill him, but his current condition is similar to mine, so he can't kill me, and I can't kill him.

Teacher, you're so aggressive...

Before killing someone else, you have to kill their horse first.