Hogwarts Blood Curse Martial Arts

"How did Lockhart become like this?" Harry stared at him, hoping that Chen Bin would come back quickly with the principal. He believed that Chen Bin said that more than thirty people could kill the basilisk, but he did not want anyone to be seriously injured or even die.

"Well, it's really a long story." Riddle said happily: "At first it was Malfoy, a kid with a very strong will. It took me a long time to control him, but before I had time to do anything, I replaced him with two little kids. Fool. Before I could corrupt their hearts, I turned into Lockhart, the fool again. The reason he became like this was to open up his heart to invisible strangers and reveal all his secrets."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked confused.

Other students also became curious, as if they had heard something incredible. However, gossip is gossip, and everyone has been vigilant. After all, Riddle is so confident, he must be relying on the basilisk that has not yet appeared.

"That diary is my diary." Riddle continued to answer. "Lockhart wrote a lot of past events on it, telling me all his worries and sorrows: he was afraid that the wizards he cursed would remember that his experiences had been plagiarized by him, he longed for the power to kill Professor Naama, and How can I destroy you, the enemy who has humiliated him, without anyone noticing?"

Riddle's eyes were blazing, and he said briskly: "He also told me what happened in the past fifty years, without any reservation, and he could exchange any information with just a spell. His will is not as good as Malfoy's. , that guy only asks for things but doesn’t give back, so he’s very wary of me.”

As he spoke, his eyes never left Harry's face, and there was a certain longing in his eyes.

"It was so boring, having to listen to that coward's troubles." He continued: "But I was very patient. I wrote him a reply. I was compassionate and kind-hearted, and the coward worshiped me with respect. Master. No one understands me like you do, Master Riddle... I'm so happy that I can reveal my true feelings in my diary... It's like I have a mentor that I can carry with me everywhere..."

Riddle laughed loudly, high and cold.

The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up.

"This fool gave me his soul. Feeding on his deepest fears, his darkest secrets, my power grew stronger and stronger. I became much more powerful than Professor Lockhart, so powerful that I You can also feed Professor Lockhart some of my secrets and give him a little bit of my soul power..."

"What do you mean?" Harry was really curious about this question.

"Haven't you guessed it yet? Harry Potter?" Riddle said softly: "I have only controlled Malfoy to open the Chamber of Secrets once, and I only petrified a house cat. The others were all Professor Lockhart. made."

Harry didn't speak, but made a warning gesture behind him, and his classmates also passed on the message layer by layer.

Riddle said calmly: "Of course, initially, he didn't know what he did. It's hilarious. I hope you can read his new diary... It's much more interesting... 'Dear Master Riddle' .”

While repeating Lockhart's words, he looked at Harry's "surprised" face and said calmly: "I think my memory is fading. Dear Master Riddle, I am beginning to suspect that I am a murderer... There is another incident today. The attack happened and I still can’t remember where I’ve been, Master Riddle, what should I do? I’m going crazy... I think I’m the one who attacked everyone, Master Riddle!”

Harry clenched his fists in mock anger, digging his nails into his palms. If the person caught was Ginny, he would be really angry.

However, the current victim is Lockhart, and no one here is worried about his safety. There is even a little bit of laughter in their hearts: Master Riddle!

"This fool gradually became suspicious of the diary, but he was reluctant to give up the opportunity to become stronger." Riddle said: "But he lost the diary in the end, and the person I write and talk to next time will be you. Pick up this diary in all possible ways. Among all the people, you are the only one I long to see most..."

Next, Riddle made things clear with one sentence from you and one sentence from me.

Chen Bin has been hiding in the corner, using little magics such as protective color and thermal interference all over his body, and he also brought Xiao Mazha to sit and watch the show.

He confirmed that Riddle was a criminal genius with high intelligence, but the soul trapped in the diary was still at the age of 16. He liked to show off his wisdom, but overestimated the strength of himself and the Basilisk.

No matter how strong he was, it was only compared to his peers, and it was impossible to teach the Unforgivable Curse at Hogwarts, and it was even less possible to enter the forbidden book area and learn many restricted-level magics under Lao Deng's supervision.

Also, in his eyes, the basilisk is almost invincible, and the idiot Lockhart he possesses has not discovered why so many students are suddenly wearing glasses. This is the asymmetry of information. The informant simply does not know that there are items that can prevent immediate death.

This nihilistic sense of superiority gave him a bad taste like a cat playing with a mouse, and he kept chattering. From laughing at Lockhart's ignorance, to saying that Hagrid was framed by him, and being suspected by Lao Deng, he could only seal his memory in a diary and hope that the next person would open the Chamber of Secrets, and then learned that Harry had killed the Dark Lord and that he was Slater. The descendants of Lin and Muggles finally revealed their real names.

He took out Lockhart's wand from his bag, flew into the air, and wrote three shining words in the air: Tom Marvolo Riddle. Then, he waved the wand again, and the letters in the air reappeared. Arranged, it becomes: I am Lord Voldemort.

"Do you understand?" Young Voldemort whispered: "I was already using this name when I was at Hogwarts. Of course, only my close friends know about it."

These words made all the students commotion! It turned out that the strange man we had been talking to for so long was actually the young Voldemort!

His nickname is still a good way to stop children crying at night, and adults dare not call him by his first name. Some students were screaming, some were weak in the legs, some were in a daze, and almost all had lost their fighting spirit.

Harry remembered Chen Bin's words that troops without morale would surrender before the fighting started, so he pointed his wand at his neck and shouted: "Team A and B, all follow my orders, suppress and advance - advance!"

The resounding command resounded in the stone chamber, just like a scolding sound that woke up the members of the "Martial Arts Society", who advanced rhythmically with their shields in hand.

"Left-Left-Left-Right-Left!" Harry's loud command prompted the shield soldiers to take action.

Although the students from the Black Magic Training Club in the middle were not used to it, they tried their best to imitate their walking rhythm.

Riddle was dumbfounded, having never seen such a uniform advance at all.

"Shattered to pieces!" Riddle hit the team with a beam of crushing spell. The magic that was supposed to wipe out a group of students only trembled on the shields in the front row, without even slowing down their pace.

This is the Iron Armor Curse that Chen Bin improved. How could he have seen a Horcrux from fifty years ago?

The full-body transparent rectangular shield is the one used by Muggle police. Its raw material is polymer PC plastic. Of course, it cannot be directly enchanted because its upper limit of enchantment is as low as paper.

However, Chen Bin's "Martial Arts Society" took a different approach and only used the shield as a target. The students condensed their own armor spells in front of the target so that each row of students could clearly understand the direction of casting defensive spells, forming a layer of armor. There is a layer of superimposed defense, and students on each layer continue to output magic power to the protective shield.

Riddle panicked, but the students' confidence returned.

Although the front row only held up one shield, the armor spell on the shield was blessed by three rows of students at the same time. At the moment when the magic spell hit, the three armor spells erupted almost at the same time, and at the same time the consumption was reduced to the minimum.

This is a bit like the explosive reactive armor of a tank, that is, a layer of explosives is hung on the surface. When attacked by an anti-tank missile, the explosives will be detonated to interfere with and destroy the anti-tank missiles.

This principle makes even stronger magic spells unable to withstand the three-layer low-level iron armor spell - it doesn't care about long-term defense, it only cares about the instantaneous explosion at the moment of contact.

Riddle changed several attack spells, but was instantly bounced off the shield and became surprised.

Have times changed?

"Team - disarming spell attack - attack!" Harry stood in the second row and gave the order in a loud voice.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus!)" The shield soldiers issued spells in unison, and countless beams of light shot at the same time.

Riddle couldn't dodge at all, it was completely saturated! Although the power of each shot is much weaker than normal, it cannot withstand the large amount.

More than twenty magic spells hit him at the same time, knocking the wand out of his hand.

Just as he was about to silently cast the recall spell to get his wand back, the less disciplined member of the training club fired the disarming spell.

They were not distracted like the shield-wielding students. Each shot was a critical strike, directly knocking Riddle into the wall.

Harry was about to order the Stunning Curse when he heard Riddle make a weak hiss, and his hair suddenly stood up. "Team - divided into two groups. Team B - stay on alert when the basilisk appears - be on alert!"

As soon as the order was given, the team immediately divided back into the original two groups, and Diggory immediately gave the command to Team B.

However, Harry continued to hear the hissing and was unable to direct the team at all. He could only order: "Team A - continue to suppress fire, listen to Percy's command - listen to the command."

Percy was stunned for half a second, then immediately responded and issued a three-stage shooting order to Team A.

"Hiss-hiss-(Kill the team attacking me first)-hiss."

Harry was the only one present who could understand Riddle's Parseltongue, and he immediately used his loud voice to warn. "Team - the target of the Basilisk is Team A! Team B covers - Team A continues to attack! Repeat! Team B covers - Team A continues to attack!"

Before he could finish repeating it, a giant basilisk flew out of the darkness of the pillar.

"Team A - Target - Riddle - Attack!" Percy carried out Harry's instructions resolutely, which is why Harry chose him as the team commander. As long as this guy has power, he will execute it without compromise.

When the basilisk was about to attack Team A, Diggory also directed Team B to attack. More than thirty "obstacles" sounded simultaneously, and the basilisk seemed to hit an invisible wall, with invisible obstacles blocking its way forward.