[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Die, so let's die!

Hermione couldn't explain to them because of their immature age and the vicissitudes of war. The jump mission was always kept secret.She comforted herself that they were just being concealed from seeing the truth.But when Ginny and Patsy, who always knew the truth, couldn't understand and asked why Harry didn't come back, what else could she say?

Ginny frowned, Gryffindor's straightforwardness made her not even tactful: "Why do you use your health for nothing when you know you can't change it?"

Passy, ​​who was always serious, was only more serious: "The situation here is very tense, but Harry wants to stay 70 years ago when there was no war. Isn't this an escape?"

Luna, Neville, Angelina, George, Fred... They couldn't understand Harry's purpose, they could only remain silent, waiting for Hermione's answer.

Indeed, compared to the current situation where swords are on the verge of breaking out and death is overwhelming, the magic world 70 years ago was not stable, but it could be regarded as peaceful.The Muggle artillery of World War II did not reach the wizarding world, and the German Dark Lord could not touch Britain, which was protected by Dumbledore. Staying there, the only danger you have to face is probably the underage Tom Riddle.

But that's easy to say.

What a heavy commitment, what a dangerous task, what a mind-consuming action, once it is undertaken with the lips, it is only as strong as a few twists of the tongue!

They're not Harry, they haven't jumped time, they haven't faced Tom Riddle as a teenager, how are they entitled to comment at will?

"We believe in Harry, but we don't think Harry made the right choice," they said.

Hermione didn't know whether it was the right choice or not.

Ron stood up, just as he had stood in front of Seamus, who refused to believe that Voldemort had returned.

"Damn! Why is it not correct? The situation is too dangerous now. Harry who stays over there will definitely not be found by Voldemort. As long as Harry is still there, we will not lose. And there is more time over there than here Give Harry 20 years to practice the Disarming Curse, I believe Harry can defeat Voldemort with a single Disarming Curse!" The strong and tall young man with fiery red hair, like the mighty mane of a lion, said passionately Although what he said sounds like a joke, it is true.The kid who acted as a knight on the chessboard back then is now a real knight.

"Since you believe in him, respect him and support him." Someone said.

Some people put despair on the opposite side of hope, but in front of hope, despair seems too small.

As a savior, Harry is not the most powerful, but this young man can always border on hope in despair, and endure the ups and downs of despair and hope.This is also the absolute power that supports him to become the savior.

There are completely different poles in the same world, where there is light and faith, and where there is darkness and evil.

"Lord," the man wrapped in a cloak bowed towards the throne, "your subordinates have spread the rumors, but they still haven't seen Harry Potter."

The black cloth covers the hair, and the shadows cast cover the facial features, and the betrayer will never show his face easily.Oh, yes, no matter how loyal and determined Dumbledore's Army is, there will still be traitors.Zhang Qiu, who was infused with Veritaserum in fifth grade, and the person who is now working for the devil.

The dark king was expressionless, playing with the long-abandoned locket in his hand.

Peter Pettigrew, who was standing beside him, stared at the handsome face of the devil in fear, trying to minimize his presence.Only Bella looked forward to the devil's expression more and more.

The dark demon king was deceived, and the artifacts equivalent to life were destroyed, but he didn't order to set off Dumbledore's army. He just played with the deceptive props repeatedly, becoming more and more terrifying and frightening.

"Continue to spread." Voldemort only said two words, but the corners of his grinning mouth couldn't suppress the cruelty that leaked out.

The vengeful Slytherin will never forget how compassionate the savior who is not afraid of death laughed at him.

——You never know love, don't know friendship, I can only pity you.

what.

And you, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, don't you value the bastards standing next to you?If even they start to waver and suspect you of betraying you, tell me, who is more pitiful between us?

The Demon King smiled lightly, extremely happy.

"Lord, when can we punish the Muggleborn?" Bella Lestrange, the most loyal pure-blood supporter, had bright eyes.Her suggestions have been dismissed countless times, but this time she is sure that the deceived Demon King also wants to vent.So isn't the Muggle Seed the best prop to vent?

The devil sees pure blood as a joke.Pure blood is just a means for him to summon jackal minions.

"Be gentle, Bella." The Demon King said, his soft voice was like a sympathetic whisper, "Take care of them. I have a better plan."

The Death Eaters had no way of knowing, Dumbledore's Army had no way of knowing.

plan?

As the Death Eater who has always been trapped in Dumbledore's camp said: "He will be stronger, more perfect, and more energetic." The Dark Lord who has regained his sanity is getting stronger and stronger.Once the demon king, who is tired of blind violence, narrows his eyes and makes plans, no one will be his opponent.

He is the best student Hogwarts taught and the best heir to Slytherin.

The wizarding world today is no longer the turbulent one it used to be.

Regardless of whether it is ruled by light or darkness, only when the forces are evenly matched will they collide and fight each other to bring war and misfortune.If one side overwhelmingly defeats the other, the war will end, not to mention living and working in peace, there will be a barely two-point peace.

"The change of dynasties in history is unavoidable." In class, the history teacher said, "When the two dynasties converge, although the people will resist, they cannot stop the pace of historical development."

But the next dynasty will be bloody, cruel and dark, and it will not be able to stop the pace of historical development?

The wizards didn't think much of it.All they know is that they can finally sleep with their wand on their bedside instead of in their hand, all they know is that they can walk out of their house in clothes instead of armor, all they know is that a child can be sent to Hogwarts instead of staying home.They don't care whether it's Fudge or Dumbledore or Voldemort sitting on the supreme throne, as long as their lives are not affected.

Oh, the people are the best bayonets to use, selfish, blind, stupid and ignorant.

Voldemort played with the locket's chain, smiling gracefully and cruelly.

Harry, my dear boy, watched carefully.When your comrades betray you, when wizards are content with temporary peace, when the whole world betrays you, you, who else?

The author has something to say: I am very grateful to Er'er, Yifu Wannian, 14568859, Chestnut Fungus, looking for abuse when I have nothing to do, Junfu, Rotten Zongzi, Jiujiu Lonely Life, 31's Landmine, and Av Ji, Lu Dongmeizi Two mines, and a grenade and a mine from Mo Yeshu.

It seems that there are a lot of girls who are sophomores... maybe I'm in the class next to yours =L=

Uh...what more can I say...

I don't know if the girls can understand the setting of the stupid donkey?This setting is too big and complicated, I think I may not explain it very clearly... Tomorrow I will post a picture to explain...

☆、September 1942, 9 (Revised)

The "past" at one end of the time hopping device is moving forward at different speeds, catching up with the "present" at the other end of the time hopping device.

On September 1942, 9, in the blink of an eye, school had started for a month, and preparations for the Triwizard Tournament had also taken place for a month.

"The Triwizard Tournament was founded about 700 years ago. Three warriors were selected from three magic schools and played in three matches to test their talents, advantages, courage, reasoning ability, and resilience. Gao, the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted for a while, and the previous attempts all ended in failure." This was the first time in the history of magic class, almost all the students listened with their ears pricked up.The ghost Professor Binns on the podium was still shaking his slow voice, but what he said made the children very interested.

Sitting in the audience were the students of Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Durmster.Hufflepuff listened carefully, because they yearned for the courage in the Triwizard Tournament; Durmster listened carefully, because they naturally love challenges; Slytherin listened carefully, naturally not because of the thousand gold galleons.They disdain the victory bonus of one thousand gold Galleons, the only thing that attracts their attention is the admirable glory.

But what annoyed the Slytherins especially was that the warrior was from Gryffindor.Slytherins have always been very proud of themselves, compared to the ants they have always looked down upon, how can they tolerate their blind arrogance?But the Slytherins had nowhere to vent their anger, the mood of the Slytherins became worse and worse, the atmosphere in the Slytherins became more and more tense, and the defense among the Slytherins became more and more serious... And Tom became happier and happier.

"Hey, why wasn't our most prominent Ledigo selected?" Such a mocking and gloating tone could be heard in every corner of Slytherin.

"Damn it, how much better do you think you are than me?" The rude and impatient reply also exploded.

Ha, Slytherin is like this, when it comes to critical moments, it's a mess.All elegance, nobility, and strategy are all just gorgeous human skin.

The tall and handsome boy burst out laughing as if he heard some joke.

What is Slytherin?More impulsive than Gryffindor - crazy, calmer than Ravenclaw - ruthless and cruel, cowardly than Hufflepuff - evading all responsibility.Oh, they can cast off all responsibilities, arrogantly and recklessly devour rights, honors, and status obtained through legal or illegal channels, sell friends for glory, and forget righteousness for profit. The combination of multiple characteristics forms a "noble" house, Slytherin.

Slytherins rarely cooperate, and mostly just orders under the hierarchy.So Slytherin is always a mess.

Tom is happy to see it happen.

A Slytherin with loose sand is the best Slytherin to control. The sand and gravel are alone, exposing their weaknesses to the air in the largest area, making them vulnerable to a single blow.

The teenager grinned, twirled the quill at his fingertips, and turned his gaze to the lonely Durmster boy sitting in the corner of the classroom.

Oh yes, it is the lonely who are easily seduced by the devil.

Igor Karkarov stared at Digor Charov's back, with expressions of unwillingness, anger, and jealousy intertwined on his unattractive facial features, making the already gloomy expression even colder.Why, he can become a warrior, but he can't?

The professor on the stage stopped teaching and gestured to the students, indicating that it was time for get out of class to end.

The students in Durmster were all rigorous, quickly and neatly packed up their belongings, led by the warrior Digor Charlov, and stepped out of the classroom.Only Karkaroff was excluded from Durmster's team. No one was waiting for him, no one reminded him, and no one was willing to let him join.

No matter what country or school or race, there's always an outcast freak for fun, isn't there?

Karkaroff tried to shrink himself into a corner, trying to block the sight of Hogwarts students' inquiry with the shadow cover.

"Damn it...Charlov..." The hook-nosed young man cursed in a low voice, speeding up his packing, the rolling sound in his throat was like a lone wolf's warning when he was threatened.

"Heh, then... do you want to replace him?" The demon chuckled, and stretched out a long, pale hand to him politely. The singing and demagogic words linger in the ears, which just hit Karkaroff's craziest weakness.

Karkaroff stared straight at the visitor with his exceptionally sharp and crazy eyes.

The visitor smiled slightly, his hair was neat and smooth like high-quality black jade, and his eyes were also black, with an unconsciously convincing allure: "I know how to become famous, I know how to attract attention, and I know how to use the rules. , I know how to create barriers for successful people and how to bring success to an end."

The voice of the boy who has just passed the voice-changing period is still a little immature, not too deep but absolutely charming and melodious.Although it was soft, every pause in the words could startle Karkaroff, and every soft voice could arouse the most surging waves of blood in his chest.

Just listening to the voice is already convinced.

"who are you?"

Bewitched by the devil, he stepped into a deeper abyss.Karkaroff was half-stretched, stretched out his hand, and took the exceptionally long and strong hand in front of him.

"My name is Tom Riddle, nice to meet you." Tom looked at the hands that the two shook hands, and smiled happily.

With a gloomy face, Karkaroff stepped into the temporary dormitory assigned to them by Hogwarts.

There was constant laughter in the dormitory, and no one even shifted their eyes to Karkaroff who had just stepped in.

"Give you a day to think about it. I'll give you what you want, and you'll give me your abilities. I don't believe in loyalty, but you can't betray." Tom Riddle's words still linger in his ears, and Charlov Their attitude has accelerated the psychological process of juvenile decision-making.

He's tired of being ignored and despised, and he's tired of being excluded from his rights. At worst, he can sacrifice his abilities in exchange for what he wants!Besides, so what if he betrayed?

The sinister, hook-nosed boy smiled ferociously.Without the shackles of an unbreakable spell, without the shackles of a contract, even if he betrays, what can that brat who is only in fifth grade do to him who is far away in Germany?Is it possible that that brat can still rule the wizarding world like the devil Getler?

Karkaroff made a decision, glanced at Charlov who was sitting in the middle with delighted eyes, and grinned cheerfully.

What kind of psychological process Karkaroff went through, Tom didn't know, let alone know.A good hunter never worries about missing prey.

With a smile on his lips, Tom was in a good mood and walked briskly. As soon as he turned the corridor, he heard Abraxas's frivolous and out of tune voice.

"I didn't bully her." Abraxas said casually, with his hands in his pockets, his eyes drifted past the serious girl in front of him.

Tom turned into the corridor, stepped forward with a smile, and broke the stalemate between the two: "Senior Mag, what's the matter?"

McGonagall, the head of the female student council, hated Malfoy's sloppy attitude, but when he saw Tom, the prefect, his face softened a lot: "Riddle, I think you, as a prefect, should treat the Slytherin students Behavior is restrained. I don't want to see this kind of thing happen again." The girl with her hair tied back has delicate features, but her serious expression makes her look extraordinarily strong.

"Yes. Thank you, senior." Tom nodded to McGonagall, led Malfoy, and left the corridor.

Malfoy brushed his long hair that fell to his shoulders, quite impatiently: "That girl, she will definitely not be able to marry in the future."

"I'm going to the library, are you going?" Tom just walked forward, as if he didn't hear Malfoy's words.

Malfoy shrugged and followed Tom's footsteps.Anyway, if you are bored, go to the library and have a look.

Abraxas was born to be a mismatch with the library.Whether it was the family library or the school library, he felt uncomfortable after sitting for half an hour.He wanted to tell Tom to leave, but as soon as he opened his mouth the librarian, as sharp as a cat, looked over and warned him to swallow his words.

Abraxas, who was extremely bored, had no choice but to rest his chin with his hand, and looked at the library lazily but sharply.

That's...Harry Potter over there?Abraxas squinted his eyes, glanced sideways at Tom who was sitting beside him, concentrating on the book, and turned his gaze back to Harry with interest.

Beside him stood a huge figure about his height.Abraxas thought about it, and the only one who fits such a huge figure in his memory is Rubeus Hagrid, the second-year half-giant of Gryffindor.Well, Gryffindor is like this, everything is included in it.

The half-giant scratched his messy hair sheepishly, and smiled at Harry, his thick skin folded in a funny way.

The black-haired young man couldn't help but patted the half-giant's shoulder with his hand, and handed the book in his hand to the half-giant.He always seemed to smile like that, as if smiling was such an effortless expression, smiling at everyone.

Abraxas squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the Harry who was always on Tom's heart.In his impression, the relationship between Tom and Harry was always good and bad, but... With Harry's expression, it didn't look like he would quarrel with Tom and make Tom unhappy.

He still remembers when Tom was at his darkest when he was in the first grade, why?It appears to be Harry's disappearance.

At that time, he was in the second grade, crossing his legs and asking the gloomy and thin child, joking happily, Slytherin always based his happiness on the pain of others: "You care about him so much? He just left you, you just leave This expression. If he wants to kill you, you have to wash your neck and send it yourself?"

How did the children who were only in the first grade at that time respond?Oh, right!

——Then I'll kill him first.

The murderous intent overflowing from one sentence made him, who was only in the second grade at that time, startled for several days.

But the older he got, the more gentle and harmless he became. Comparing the current him with the first-year him, no one would believe it.

This is probably an evolution.

"What are you looking at?" The teenager sitting next to him suddenly said, and before Abraxas could react, he followed his gaze and saw the two standing between the bookshelves.

Abraxas originally thought that Tom would happily step forward and wave his hand to say hello no matter how bad he was, but Tom's behavior kept him puzzled.

"Let's go." Tom just closed the book and took it out of the library without putting it back on the shelf.

"Hey, don't you need to register?" Abraxas stared at the "Spells" in Tom's hand. Even if he had never borrowed a book, he knew that he had to register it.

Tom glanced at the book in his hand, and in Abraxas' eyes, the cover with the four big characters "Spell Instructions" printed on it was distorted into "Cutting-Edge Black Magic Decryption" in Tom's eyes.He dared to use this camouflage spell in front of Abraxas, the librarian, and even Horace.But he didn't dare to use it in front of Dumbledore, because he had the strength to see through superficial magic, and he didn't dare to use it in front of Harry, because he wanted to eliminate all possibilities of exposure, even if it was less than one in a thousand.

As for the half-giant?

Now that he had tasted every sweat gland on the man's skin, sucked every crevice of texture, it was nothing to let the ugly half-giant share a smile, and that Alves, Jon, nothing.At least they couldn't peel off Harry's clothes with their own hands, couldn't brush their lips against Harry's thighs, and couldn't use their tongues to penetrate into Harry's ear canals.

Tom returned to the Slytherin lounge and sat down again.

He happily turned the pages of the book, which had the title of the chapter in bold - Horcrux.

The author has something to say: The girls didn't buy Chapter 61, did they?Oh my god, I forgot that I set up an anti-theft seal to save the manuscript, and it was sent directly.

It seems that the money can't be refunded ORZ... It doesn't matter if the girl I bought, I will replace it with a [-]-character meat fanwai when I come back next week...ORZ

I also thank sister Moye for the mines, and the grenade for finding the abuser.

In addition, Karkaroff was born in 1950, and 1924 was mentioned out of plot needs.

I went to Baidu to check the Triwizard Tournament, and found that the Warriors election should be on Halloween. Since there are all BUGs, let’s simply BUG [Lie down.

The next update will probably be later, after Thursday [because the stupid donkey applied for the list =L=

↓↓↓This is the picture that I said yesterday that I want to post it.

☆, September 1942, 11

London cooled down quickly again, and the time chosen for the first Triwizard Tournament was the pleasant late autumn, November 11th.

All the students, teachers and even the ghosts of Hogwarts gathered in the open-air arena on the other side of the valley, waving the chess pieces with their respective school badges in their hands desperately, screaming, cheering, and applauding filled the entire space, igniting the originally cool atmosphere. Air.Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, the desire, yearning and admiration for bloody fighting have taken root in the bones as early as ancient times, cheering for battle, cheering for strength, and cheering for victory.

Harry sat on the elevated judges' seat, overlooking the arena from top to bottom, and participated in the Triwizard competition as a spectator and commentator.It was a perspective he had never experienced before.The cool wind from the valley poured into the clothes from his neck, puffing up the clothes, making his figure even thinner, but the compressed power in that body became more and more intense.

Harry worked desperately, practicing on the dueling ring to the extreme in the past three months.He dueled anyone, and Hogwarts students in the sixth and seventh years, Alves, Jon, Professor Flitwick, and even Dumbledore were willing to give advice.Sometimes he wins, sometimes he fails, and sometimes his muscles are sore and his legs cramp because of exhaustion, but he dare not stop.He felt like he was caught between two big gears, the one on the left was called 1942, the one on the right was called 2001, and standing in the middle, he could only try to become stronger, enduring the pain of the saw teeth rolling across his body , carefully maintain the balance that the two sides can break at any time.

Time is running out. Tom is 15 years old, and he is only five years away from turning 20. For 2001, it is only two weeks.The key to determining the outcome is the past five years.

"Harry, it's about to start!" Alvis, who was sitting next to him, excitedly pushed him, pulling his wandering attention back.

The staff pushed out a huge iron cage from the backstage of the arena, which was covered by sunscreen cloth, so that curious spectators could not peek at what big guy was hidden inside, but the slime dripping from the iron cage along the way made people shudder.

The staff pushed the huge cage to the center of the arena and quickly backed away. With a wave of the magic wand, the sound of the iron chain falling was crisp, and at the same time, the huge sunscreen cloth gradually slipped off.

It was noon, and although it was not scorching hot, the sun was absolutely bright, clearly illuminating every detail in the iron cage, which surprised everyone and angered the creatures who hated the sun.

"Hiss!" The iron cage was not restrained by iron chains, and the iron door was slowly pushed open, releasing the terrifying demon in the iron cage—the basilisk.

Even Slytherin, who had a snake as his emblem, couldn't help but gasp.

With a body thicker than the largest wheel, it snaked across most of the arena. With invulnerable scales and deadly fangs, this basilisk probably contained the bones of many wizards in its belly.

Harry also gasped, and only put his heart back when he saw the basilisk's magic-free eyeballs, with lingering fear in his heart.The basilisk brought up one of his darkest memories, about the Chamber of Secrets, about the basilisk, about the legacy of Slytherin, about a young Tom Riddle.His chest began to congest again, and his breathing began to stagnate.Harry opened his mouth wide and tried to let the air in through his mouth, trying even harder to suppress his out-of-control emotions.At least, this snake doesn't have the ability to kill with its eyes, he comforted himself like this.

The basilisk's gaze swept across the auditorium, and the shadow-loving snake, enraged by the glare of the sun, swept its huge and powerful tail across the arena, leveling the rockery that had been piled up to provide shelter for the warriors.The basilisk opened its mouth, and the scarlet palate, tongue, and throat made people feel cold. Then, a sticky green liquid sprayed out from the throat, rolling slowly over the rocks, shaped like magma.

A few drops of liquid splashed and landed on the cheering arms of the audience, leaving a corroded black scorched trace and a burst of screams and exclamations.

The task is simple - walk through the arena.But what about the arena half-spread by corrosive liquid, half-occupied by raging basilisks, and warriors ordered not to use brooms?

It was the Hogwarts warriors who played first.Like all Gryffindors, he bravely and decisively chose to bypass the Corruption and confront the Basilisk.

Tom is not at all interested in how the warriors passed the level. He just fixed his eyes on the angry basilisk in the arena. His deep and dark eyes merged with other colors at some point, and under the refraction of the sun, they radiated a shocking light. The frightened dark red is like the danger lurking beneath the peaceful surface.

"Oh my god... I swear I never want to keep a snake again." The Slytherin girl in the front row trembled and leaned closer to her companion unconsciously.

Oh, and raise a basilisk.Something flashed in my mind, and before I could grasp it, it was hidden in peace.

The boy frowned.

Looking at the snake, he inadvertently thought of Nagini who was left in that cave by him.

"I crawled in through the water pipes in Slytherin! The water pipes in Hogwarts are so big! They are very big, and there are many, many more!" For some reason, Tom suddenly remembered that in the fourth grade, Nagini was from the forbidden Lin climbed into Hogwarts, laying out Hogwarts' security holes in full force before him.

Why... would you think of this?

Basilisks, Nagini, water pipes, Hogwarts... and maybe... Parsel whisperers?

Tom's originally pure black eyes gradually faded as he squinted, mixed with red, and turned brown.

The horoscope will stop those who try to change history, and the horoscope will maintain the process of history.It is not necessary for stones to stumble Harry, but certain inspirations and ideas can appear in the boy's mind at a certain moment and on a certain occasion.

One idea can break all the hard work of the time jumper, so this is a game made by the horoscope.

The Hogwarts warriors passed through the arena without any risk. Although half of their hair was dissolved by the corrosive liquid, and their ankles were also corroded, emitting a burnt smell that made people extremely sick, but at least there was no major damage.Perhaps because of his preference for Gryffindor and Hogwarts, Harry raised 10 points without hesitation.But he did perform well, and if he was replaced, he couldn't use the broom and probably wouldn't be able to complete the task.

Alves gave 8 points, Jon gave 9 points, Headmaster Hogwarts gave 9 points, Headmaster Durmster reluctantly gave 7 points, Headmaster Beauxbatons, a mean-looking middle-aged woman, a With a serious face, he showed the sign - 4 points.

The Hogwarts students were outraged.Even the Slytherins, who had always looked down upon the Gryffindor warriors, raised their fists angrily, and pointed harsh swearing, cursing, and sarcasm at Beauxbatons in an instant.

"Oh, I wish her breasts were as small as the marks she gave." A Slytherin girl closest to the judging table glanced at the woman's breasts, with a look of disdain, and deliberately raised her voice, sharp and mean It was quite Slytherin-style, and Harry couldn't recognize it all of a sudden, and burst out laughing.

"Cough, cough, cough." Harry coughed a few times, and looked at the girl who spoke - a girl who seemed extremely mean and indifferent.

But Harry couldn't help smiling at the girl, whether she saw it or not, he wanted to smile.

Although selfish and cunning, they are just children, and traits cannot cover up individuality.Even if they always despise Gryffindor, when they are provoked, insulted and unfair from the outside world, they have always been irresponsible, and they are still willing to raise their fists and fight for a group.This may be because the youthful blood in them has not faded, and because Hogwarts has the charm that makes people unconsciously defend it.

But the score has already been set.Even so, the scores obtained by Hogwarts in the first round were not low.

The second was Durmster's warrior, Digor Charlov.He seemed to be very lucky, not as thrilling as the first scene, the basilisk didn't even bother him.He tiptoed, except for avoiding the basilisk's wildly flicking tail, there was no danger of difficulty, which made all the audience drop their jaws.They even began to wonder if Chalov had given the basilisk a tranquilizer?

In less than 10 minutes, Charlov completed the challenge.

There was a burst of disappointed "呿" in the auditorium, with some unexplained contempt.Indeed, even though he passed, compared to the first Hogwarts warrior, that Charlov was extremely inferior, standing out from each other.

Karkaroff was sitting in the audience area designated for Durmster, wishing he could join the Hogwarts students and join them in purring happily.Karkaroff moved his gaze to Riddle not far away, happy and cruel.He believed that with that person's means, it was far more than that.

They are the same kind, the same alien, the same beast, but he is wearing human skin, he is not that's all.

Tom glanced over Durmster's part out of the corner of his eye, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Scene Three, Minnie Lance.Although Hogwarts had a lot of opinions about her headmaster, it didn't mean they could do the same with Minnie.

Beauty is somewhat privileged, isn't it?

Not so for the basilisk.In his aesthetic view, a beauty should be a female snake with a strong tail, sharp teeth, and the ability to lay several eggs in a row. This kind of white and soft thing like a small bug is disgusting to a dead snake!

I don't know why, but the snake, which was still looking listless just now, suddenly became angry, and the anger was even worse than when it was irritated by the sun just now.

No wonder, the first one or two humans could bear it, but when the third came in, the domineering basilisk felt that its authority had been challenged.

"Roar!" The basilisk raised its head, its abdomen agitated, and it made a strange roar. The decaying breath that came out of the snake's mouth filled the entire arena in an instant.The audience quickly covered their mouths and noses, but they couldn't stop the dizziness and fatigue that followed.

Minnie's luck is so bad, it's shit compared to Diggle!The audience had only one thought.

After the poisonous gas, there is a more wanton corrosive liquid.The serpent furnishes the arena as contentedly as he furnishes his cave.

The green corrosive liquid almost covered the entire arena. The relative molecular mass of the poisonous gas was higher than that of the air, and it refused to dissipate for a long time. The snake was entrenched on the only hill without corrosive liquid. If it was thrown away, there was no room for Mei Ni to move forward at all.

"Look! She cast a Levitation Charm on herself!"

But how long can the floating spell last?You have to be distracted to avoid the long tail of the basilisk, and you have to hold your breath until the poisonous gas dissipates...

The basilisk locked its eyes on Mei Ni, opened its mouth, and poured out the green corrosive liquid instantly.

Everyone focused their eyes on the arena, and no one paid attention to the audience. The descendants of Slytherin quietly showed their white teeth.

It was just a warning, a warning to a life that was trying to get close to his belongings.

"Because of the high death rate, the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted for a while." Professor Binns once said.

Therefore, it is not surprising to lose in the Triwizard Tournament with a very high mortality rate.

When everything fell silent, the warrior was carried into the medical wing, and the audience left worried and disappointed, but the cage where the basilisk was held was exceptionally quiet.

The boy's figure was covered under the night, and only the human hiss could be vaguely heard, which was low, bewitching and dangerous.

"Good Boy..."

The author has something to say: Fanwai said that he is still masturbating...so sad...

The recent collection made the stupid donkey tremble with fear, girls, don’t abandon me just because the stupid donkey is slower ORZ...

PS, last week I went to molested the girl who opened the building on Baidu, and I was quite moved by the strict interval of 5 chapters =_,=

☆, November 1942

Time allowed Karkaroff to fully understand what kind of demon he was cooperating with.

Not two days after the completion of the first challenge, almost everyone looked at Charlov from admiration, fanaticism, and envy at the beginning to