Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Professor Lockhart can still laugh. It seems that this kind of thing is no pressure for you." Whenever Snape was in a bad mood, he would find someone to vent. "What did you say... Very good, then I will meet your request."

As he asked and answered his own questions, he grabbed Lockhart by the collar and threw him down.

Now, they were the only two people in the bathroom.

"Are you sure everything is safe?" Snape stood on tiptoe, his body gradually losing balance. "Mr. Holmes, let me warn you one last time... We are facing a basilisk and an unknown dark wizard."

“I don’t remember ever losing.”

Volume 1: Chapter 121 Snape: Sorry, I'm not familiar with you

Hermione never thought that one day she would be able to fight alongside the professors at school.

Although Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were not happy...

The tunnel goes down to another underground corridor, which seems to be under the Black Lake. It is very humid here and the temperature is very different from that outside. At the end of the stone corridor is an airtight wall.

No need to guess, it’s another locked door.

Only after Harry used Parseltongue again to open the wall at the end with two snakes carved on it was he able to see the true face of the Chamber of Secrets - behind the stone wall, there was a long, dimly lit room surrounded by snake-shaped stone pillars.

"This is the skin shed by a snake." Snape suddenly saw a dark shadow on the side and approached it cautiously.

The snake skin was about twenty-five feet, or more than seven meters long. It felt smooth, but some places were very dry and even wrinkled... Snape couldn't help but raise his wand higher.

"It was attacked by a dragon in mid-air that night and was injured." Hermione walked closer and pointed at the uneven areas and said, "It's just a minor burn, but it must have made it feel very dry. The basilisk hasn't gone far."

"Hold on!" the Sorting Hat suddenly muttered.

Hermione looked back and saw that it was Professor Lockhart who was so frightened by the sight of the snakeskin that his legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

But Harry walked around anxiously, and finally, under Nietzsche's light, he saw a picture of an old, monkey-like old wizard wearing a long robe and walking barefoot on the ground.

And the flame-like color between his legs attracted Harry.

"There... Ginny!" Harry took two steps forward, ran to her side, and knelt on the ground to check, "Don't die, please don't die... She is not petrified! Nietzsche, she is not..."

But at this moment, a blue light suddenly flew out from the corner next to it.

"Danger!" "Protego!" Nietzsche and Professor Snape spoke almost at the same time.

Salazar Slytherin's left toe was immediately blown off, and the sudden explosion at his feet caused Harry to have tinnitus. Fortunately, Snape's Shield Charm helped him block most of the power of the spell.

So, he just looks a bit embarrassed now.

"Let me count... five students, three professors. Wow, what a unique welcome party."

A black-haired boy walked out from behind several stone pillars with snakes entwined around them. His strange appearance puzzled everyone: his outline was blurry, like a human figure exposed from a low-quality film.

Nietzsche looked at the other person and felt that he was looking at him through a screen.

"Hmm, black hair, Slytherin, and the same annoying blue eyes as Dumbledore." The boy played with the wand in his hand and continued, "Holmes? The boss of those mudbloods?"

He was so contemptuous that he didn't even react to the wands of Neville, Hermione and the three professors.

However, the other party was just as arrogant and rude as Draco Malfoy described - Nietzsche untied his tie, rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and returned the other wand to the trembling Lockhart.

“Before asking someone else’s name, it is best to say your own first,” said Nietzsche.

"Of course, considering my poor memory, I'm sorry, I'm just too happy." The boy with a faint glow bowed slightly and said politely, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, but I prefer to be called by another name."

Riddle took Ginny's wand and drew his name in the air.

Then he waved it again, changing the order of the letters a few times, and it became another one: I am Voldemort.

Voldemort... This name immediately changed many people's minds. Ron's eyes were full of fear, while Neville's were full of hatred. Several professors, including Snape, subconsciously took a step back.

Now, only Hermione stood by Nietzsche.

"I thought there was nothing in the world that could scare the dean." Nietzsche twisted his neck and lowered his voice, "It's really incredible... I really should have taken a picture of it."

"Shut up~" Hermione was less scared because of his interruption.

Riddle stood at Salazar's feet with his head held high, and it seemed that he was enjoying the influence of the name.

"You? Voldemort?" Snape swallowed hard and said hoarsely, "This is impossible, you imposter, Voldemort is dead long ago."

"Wrong! I, Riddle, am Voldemort's past." He said with regret, "I used this name when I was a student, but I only used it with close friends. Later, I changed to a new name."

How great it sounds.

How could Voldemort, the trinity of past, present and future, touch death?

"So you are just a memory from more than fifty years ago?" Snape demanded.

Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were confused by this, but after thinking about it for a while, they immediately understood something and just nodded in a mysterious manner.

“Although it’s not quite accurate, I can say that…”

Riddle seemed to want to explain the connection between memory and soul, but the next second, when he saw Snape's lips open a crack, he subconsciously turned his head away.

"Sectumsempra."

The dean was standing next to Nietzsche, and even so close, he could only hear Snape's lips tremble and the sound of the spell was fast and small, and then Riddle's ears fell off.

There was no distorted light, no sparks, no signs that could be foreseen.

It was so quick, like a breeze as sharp as a knife.

Snape's attack was the signal flare, and everyone began to use their own unique skills. The flames and explosions tore the surroundings into pieces.

Riddle covered his ears angrily. Although Nietzsche did not see any blood, judging from his miserable appearance, it was better to die directly than to suffer humiliation.

"Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."

The statue's mouth began to open, and the inside of the statue of Salazar seemed to be hollow, because something crawled out of his mouth. In this situation, Professor McGonagall made a decision immediately.

"Close your eyes!" she shouted.

Nietzsche only felt the ground shook, as if something huge fell out of the mouth of the stone statue, and then he heard Voldemort's snake language again.

"Be careful, Nietzsche, Voldemort said he wants to kill you!" Harry understood the order.

On the other side, Hermione looked at the floor, and when the shadow approached, she pulled Nietzsche to hide to the other side.

"I have a question." Hermione pulled his sleeve and ran into the stone pillar, screaming, "Why does Voldemort always call your name? Shouldn't you reflect on this?!"

Lockhart awkwardly covered his face with the Sorting Hat and crawled towards Professor McGonagall.

It’s over, it’s over, the great and talented wizard is about to fall.

"Then why don't you ask Voldemort!" Nietzsche blew up the stone pillars around him and built a wall of sighs behind him, "Ask him why he doesn't go find the Harry Potter he's been thinking about all the time? Because he's afraid!"

"If I die, you will have to follow me to hell."

Hermione didn't even dare to look back. She used a levitation spell to lift a ten-foot-high stone and threw it backwards.

"He's scared...Haha! Hermione, he actually thinks we are the leader of the Mudbloods." Nietzsche suddenly forgot that he was running for his life, and suddenly laughed neurotically, "Dobby! Dobby!!"

There was a sudden deafening explosion in the air.

Nietzsche had no time to feel sad about Ginny's coma, because soon to join the battlefield would be a Norwegian Ridgeback raised and trained by centaurs and wizards!

Volume 1: Chapter 122: Duel at the Top of the Food Chain

Many people were not expecting the sudden appearance of an oversized Norwegian Ridgeback in front of the Basilisk.

The hard and sharp claws scraped sparks on the snake scales, and the spell was also reflected by the scales. Just before the basilisk could wrap around it, the fire dragon flapped its wings and flew to the stone pillar next to it, turning the area below into a sea of ​​fire.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." Voldemort as a student hurriedly gave orders to the basilisk.

Perhaps he was letting the basilisk cast a 'death stare' on the dragon, but it had no effect because Dobby covered the ferocious dragon head tightly with the enlarged scarf.

When the basilisk raised its head and stared over, it was greeted by a ball of dragon flame.

"Avada Kedavra!

The first thing Voldemort uttered was the Killing Curse, but no one dared to underestimate his nonchalant tone.

With just a turn of his wrist, the floor of the secret room began to surge, and Professor Flitwick had to step forward and use a more powerful Armor Spell to resist the spell's effect on the terrain and its impact on himself.

"Salvio Hexia (Safeguarding Peace)!"

With smoke and heat rising around them, an invisible barrier enveloped the few people. The ground that was like a mudslide was only intact where they stood.

But a duel master is a duel master.

Flitwick first attacked with flying sand and rocks, and when Voldemort dodged, a strong wind blew up the gravel and dust, blinding the basilisk and Voldemort's vision.

This also created an opportunity for Nietzsche and Hermione to compete.

"Expelliarmus~"

"There are many obstacles!"

The two of them stepped on the dragon's wings, jumped high, stepped over the basilisk and attacked Voldemort.

"Kill the two Mudbloods first...don't worry about the dragon!" When Riddle was blocking Hermione's Disarming Curse, he was hit by the Obstacle Curse that followed, and his movements slowed down visibly.

Snape, the old bat, had been standing among the ruins of the stone pillars, making unpredictable attacks again and again.

The dark magic defense pierced Riddle through, but his wound only revealed a faint light. Harry looked at Snape who had been waiting for an opportunity to make a move, and then he realized the hatred and disgust in the other's eyes.

How rare... He thought Snape was like this to everyone.

"Ah~ It seems that my future self did something to you." Riddle rubbed his chest and said calmly.

But Snape didn't say anything. Seeing that the attack was not fatal, he immediately dodged several green lights and hid again with the Disillusionment Charm, patiently waiting for the next opportunity.

“I thought I could just trick Harry and a few Mudbloods here, but I didn’t expect you professors to be here.” Voldemort said lazily, “Don’t worry, you can’t kill me. It’s a pity that Hogwarts will have fewer people.”

Professor McGonagall asked Ron to take his sister away first.

"It was you who opened the secret room..."

"No, no, no, to be precise, it should be dear Ginny." Voldemort corrected her, "A girl who is very fond of Harry Potter. I put a lot of effort into getting her to open up to me."

The outline of his body gradually became clearer.

The professors could all feel Ginny's life force dwindling, and it was clear that this battle was not going well for them.

"I can pay a price to make the basilisk close its eyes." Flitwick made up his mind and whispered, "Anyway, I have lived for so long, which is enough for humans..."

The Eye Spell is a spell used against giant magical creatures.

But the problem is that the Eye Spell requires the wizard to hit the target's eyes, which will inevitably result in a direct eye contact with the basilisk, so Flitwick used his own life to force a chance for the others.

"No need. Since we can't make the basilisk close its eyes, it is enough to let it close its eyes on its own initiative." Nietzsche said.

"The Sorting Hat..." McGonagall looked back at Lockhart who had the hat covering his face, and said quickly, "The basilisk's scales can block most spells, and the sword is hidden in that hat."

Hearing this, Lockhart immediately reached his hand in, and sure enough, he touched something cold and hard.

As he pulled it out, a gleaming silver sword fell out of the hat... That's right, Lockhart couldn't even lift it, and could only stare in amazement at the egg-sized ruby ​​on the hilt.

Seeing the professor was stunned, Harry picked it up from the ground without saying a word.

"It's too heavy!" Lockhart cried in panic. "It's none of my business. I can't lift it."

Nietzsche whistled, and at that moment, the fire dragon knocked over the surrounding stone pillars and rushed towards this side.

He led Harry up from the tail first, stepping on the black jade-like spine and pushing upwards. The fire dragon, with its eyes covered, just twisted its body subconsciously to express its dissatisfaction, but it calmed down slightly after hearing Nietzsche's voice.

"Use the smell to find the direction. You can have a good burn today!" The boy rode on its (her) neck and shouted, "Harry, you only have one chance!"

“I try not to miss.”

The troops were divided into two groups, with the three professors responsible for restraining Voldemort, while Hermione and Neville were responsible for controlling the fire.

At first, Smaug hit the ceiling, but after feeling the height of the entire secret room, he began to fly along the wall above his head. Under Nietzsche's instructions, dense flames began to descend from top to bottom.

The rapidly rising temperature caused Hermione's vision to begin to distort.

The basilisk can only passively dodge everywhere; its fangs cannot attack things with wings.

"The flames are blazing!"

Hermione raised her wand high, and a fire tornado appeared in the chamber. Even without the eye-damaging spell, the flames, thick smoke, and hot sand and gravel were enough to make the basilisk howl and roll continuously.

If it were an ordinary scale, it would now be just a skeleton.

"Don't stop...keep going..."

Nietzsche's cry kept the fire dragon's mouth open, ready to attack.