Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Sisley walked out of the dormitory and murmured in a low voice while walking towards Hermione's current position: "The ever-changing future...fuck..."

Finally, he slowly approached Hermione's location, the bathroom at the end of the library corridor.

"The name magic display stopped after reaching the bathroom. It's really interesting. How did she get in?" Sisley stroked the faucet engraved with the silver snake pattern and said to himself.

"Hiss!" [Open! 】

A large hole immediately appeared behind the faucet, and Sisley lowered his head slightly and got in.

After passing a long slide, he jogged to regain his balance and looked coldly at the two figures, one large and one small, on the other side of the secret room.

"Hermione? Lockhart? Who are you?" Sisler took out his wand and kept pacing and asked.

"Have you forgotten? I have been talking to you this whole semester, and I have also taught you a lot of spells." The figure walked forward, tall and thin, with handsome appearance and an elegant temperament all over his body.

"Ah, Tom Riddle, Riddle, haha, a Muggle surname." Sisley smiled slightly.

"Don't mention him!" Tom shouted through gritted teeth.

"Oh? What did you say? Lord Voldemort?" Sisley raised his eyebrows, bowed slightly towards Voldemort in a pretentious manner, and said with a joking look on his face.

"Hmph... You are so glib. You won't be able to laugh anymore. When the time comes, I will give you two choices. Become my servant, or I will tear your mouth apart and feed it to the person behind me."

"So, noble Lord Voldemort, would you mind telling me how you controlled Hermione?" Sisley finally couldn't control his expression halfway through the sentence, and asked as if he was choosing someone to eat?

"The ring of the Order of Merlin is very delicate, but it can't stop my will. At that time, you drank the water of life and death and didn't remember it. In short, the mudblood behind me put on your ring and gave your wand back to you. .”

"At that time, I controlled your overflowing magic power to make a copy of the diary, and I transformed into nothingness and parasitized the mudblood."

"Until today! I am finally free! I am free! I am about to be resurrected!" Voldemort also said with excitement.

"So...where is this loser?" Sisley looked at Lockhart who was stunned on the other side.

"There is no way, the magic power of this mudblood is really limited, and the vitality of this waste is not very abundant, so we can only take what we need." Voldemort spread his hands and said.

"Okay, I've explained so much to you, just take a nap first. Anyway, the basilisk can only turn you into a stone statue now. You only need to take a nap, and when you wake up, you can see your great... Master, I have shown my true power!" As he spoke, Voldemort waved his hand gently, and the basilisk behind him suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Sisley.

Voldemort used Hermione's wand to draw two huge magic circles on the ground, and waved his hand gently. Hermione and Lockhart immediately walked towards the two magic circles like two puppets. central.

Sisley noticed that Voldemort quickly closed his eyes after waving his hand, and the whole secret room was filled with a surge of magic power.

"I really didn't have a good way to deal with this basilisk before, but now I have it, cut out the bones!" Sisley held up a wand and pointed it at the basilisk with astonishing malice in his heart. The green thunder struck sharply at the basilisk.

In an instant, the basilisk twisted like crazy, and its huge body kept hitting the wall of the secret room, making waves of terrifying shocks.

"Okay, Mr. Voldemort, now that the basilisk has gone crazy, I would like to remind you that it is best for you to close your eyes as well." Sisley said as he turned into a burst of white mist and rushed towards Voldemort.

Voldemort was horrified when he saw the flying white mist. He raised his wand and flew towards the white mist with a strange and cold green light.

The white mist instantly dissipated and gathered behind Voldemort to form Sisley. With a slight stroke of the wand, a strange air blade flew away, cutting a huge gap in Voldemort's back.

And Voldemort no longer held back, and quickly turned into a burst of black mist and flew to a high stone pillar, controlling the magic power to forcibly fix the torn flesh and blood with magic power.

Sisley looked at this scene and raised his eyebrows. Instead of pursuing, he bent down and gently tapped Voldemort's blood with his finger.

"That's strange. You haven't been resurrected yet. Where did you get the blood?" Sisley asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course it's because that's the flaw I deliberately left for you!" Voldemort, who was standing high up, said crazily, and then quickly recited a strange and awkward spell in his mouth, and the blood on Sisley's fingertips instantly turned into a ball of cold blood. Purple magic penetrated Sisley's flesh.

"This curse is so powerful that it can turn you into a puddle of flesh within thirty seconds. After all, you are so disrespectful to me and you are no longer qualified to be my servant." Voldemort said confidently.

"Oh? Really?" Sisley raised his eyebrows, stood on the spot and turned around gently to show Voldemort.

"Sorry, nothing happened." Sisley said with a smile.

"This is impossible...Avada is eating a big melon!" Voldemort looked at this scene in disbelief, then closed his eyes and shot a green beam from behind, ending the crazy basilisk.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a miserable green thunder striking towards him quickly.

Unable to hide, Voldemort had no choice but to release a Cruciatus Curse, and two Cruciatus Curses were wrestling in the air.

Both of them are psychopathic people, and the power of the Cruciatus Curse is naturally extraordinary. However, Voldemort is just a projection of the diary at this time, and naturally does not have too much magic power to compete with Sisley. He made up his mind and dispersed the figure suddenly, turning into a wave of The black mist rushed towards Sisley.

Seeing this, Sisley quickly dispersed to avoid Voldemort's blow, and sighed helplessly after gathering his body again.

"Hello Sisley? Let's practice some magic?" Voldemort took control of Hermione's body and said softly in Hermione's voice.

"Hermione doesn't have much magic power, it's not as good as your projection." Sisley shrugged and said.

"No, no, no... Sometimes wizard duels are not all about magic, but also about the manipulation of people's hearts. You and I are both experts in this area, how could you not know this?" Voldemort said softly.

"You think I'm reluctant to take action?" Sisley raised his eyebrows.

"No, no, no, of course you are willing, but your move is definitely not as fast as mine. Let's compete? See who can torture this mudblood crazy faster?" Voldemort said with a smile.