"Shattered to pieces!"

Carl slowly raised his right hand without saying anything, and a sky-blue cursed light suddenly shot towards Lockhart.

Lockhart's pupils shrank, and at this extremely critical moment, he suddenly danced his emerald green cloak. The curse was bounced out and shot onto the obsidian floor. The floor, which had endured for thousands of years and was still extremely hard, was blown out of a huge hole.

A large amount of gravel and dust filled the air, causing Lockhart to cough violently.

"It seems that Tom is really nice to you! He even improved the cloak I made. Tsk tsk~...Why didn't he treat me like this when he was with me?"

Karl lowered his head and looked at the destruction caused by his spell, as if he was asking a question, or talking to himself...

When Lockhart saw the power caused by the spell, he no longer had the air of pretentiousness in front of Harry. He swallowed hard and took a few steps back involuntarily.

Although this merely tentative spell was resisted by Tom's improved Pardoner's Cloak, Lockhart felt no sense of security at all when he touched the other magic items made by Carl on his body.

After all, in the duel class that day, he, all the young wizards and most of the professors in Hogwarts witnessed Carl's true strength, and there was even some left.

"Harry is flying here!" After the test, Carl waved and chanted the flying spell to pull Harry over who was lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

After a slight exploration, his face instantly darkened. The Harry in front of him had basically become an empty shell. Not only had his vitality been reduced by 90%, but even his soul seemed to have been passionately kissed by the Dementors.

A dying state.

But, from a scientific point of view, he is still alive because he still has a heartbeat, but in this case, he is not far from death...

Carl felt very unbelievable. How did Tom do this? It almost killed Harry in just a few minutes. He quickly took out a black rose from his pocket, tore off a petal and put it into Harry's mouth.

inside.

This rose, bred by draining an entire thousand-year-old basilisk and using the highest black magic, has extremely strong vitality and soul energy, and can temporarily hold Harry's secrets secret.

"Where's Tom Riddle? Give him to me. I'll spare your life today and just report your crime to the Ministry of Magic. It's up to you whether you live or die.

But if you dare to fool me! I will let you never see the rising sun tomorrow. Anyway, this is the secret room. No one can find you to stay here forever with Slytherin. Hogwarts is the most

Report a missing person list..."

After settling Harry, Carl approached Lockhart step by step. He understood that Tom was the key. It was he who used some unknown method to almost rob Harry of all his life force in just a few minutes. It was too fast.

Too fast. Could it be because of the special relationship between the two?

Karl carefully guessed at the many possibilities that might happen.

"Tom Riddle! Who is that? I don't know him at all. What are you talking about?" Lockhart refused to admit it. He still hoped that Tom would come to save him after completing the ritual.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The miserable green light of the curse hit Lockhart's feet, but strangely it had no impact at all. This is because Avada Kedavra only targets living creatures and will not leave even a small wound.

This is naturally the case with floor launches.

Lockhart had been following Tom for so long, and during this period he had naturally asked him about the characteristics of the three Unforgivable Curses. Seeing the undamaged floor, he realized that this was the real Death Curse, and with Carl's magic

If you shoot the reserve amount into him, it will really kill you.

Thinking of this, Lockhart's legs went weak. He was only in his thirties and in his golden age. How could he die in this dark secret room?

"That~, that black diary is no longer in my hand!"

Lockhart yelled in panic that he didn't want to die yet.

"It only took a few minutes for Tom to sell you. Is it worth it? What~, did you hand him over to your admirer or did you say that he has absorbed enough life force and is hiding somewhere just to be on the safe side?

Playing the resurrection game in a dark corner? You are so cruel!

You'd better give me an accurate answer, otherwise even Merlin will not be able to save you today!"

Karl said viciously, clenching and then unclenching his fingers.

"How can you think like this? This can't all be blamed on me!

They were so happy when they got the diary from me, as if they couldn't listen to anyone else's words, and I also reminded them that this thing not only increases their knowledge, but also has some dangers, but what can I do if they don't listen?

Moreover, they have gained knowledge and have greatly improved their magic level. Although they are currently lying on the hospital bed, they will wake up in a short time when their vitality is replenished. Once the magic knowledge is mastered, it will not be lost so easily.

Not everyone is as unlucky as me.

And I also benefited from it, so this should be the best of both worlds!"

Lockhart spread his hands and said innocently.

"There are some dangers while increasing knowledge? Occult knowledge +5, San value -3? Tell me what is the difference between this and evil things like the Necronomicon and the Demonic Code?"

Carl suddenly laughed angrily at Lockhart's bizarre remarks. He had always been willing to speculate on wizards with the worst possible intentions, but he didn't expect and didn't believe that he would be so stupid...

He thought that Lockhart had fooled so many powerful wizards and written legendary stories, and could understand that power was never obtained out of thin air, and that any power that was easy to control was a bait for the devil.

But under a few words from Tom, he was completely captivated.

"Split into pieces!

You see, I can now use this magic as I please without using the magic props you made!"

As if to refute Carl's remarks, Lockhart showed off and took out his wand from the gorgeous wand holster on his waist and waved it casually. A weak magical light shot on the serpentine stone sculpture next to him, hitting it with a ray of light.

A pothole only as big as your thumb.

"Split into pieces!"

Karl sneered disdainfully, without even pulling out his wand, a magical light far thicker than the previous spell hit the same snake-shaped stone sculpture.

The entire stone sculpture suddenly shattered, turning into a large amount of gravel and smoke and falling into the lake.

"That's it?"

Karl turned his head and looked at his masterpiece, his words full of endless ridicule.

"I know there is still a big gap between this kind of strength and real magic masters like you, but I believe time will prove everything.

And Tom also taught me Parseltongue! This is a very ancient language, and not many people in the magic world know it now!"

Lockhart blushed and kept defending himself.

"Then do you understand who the person you made the deal with is? That's Voldemort! Do you think he would be so kind? If he is really so warm-hearted, then the wizarding world around the world will almost be finished.

Do you think you are his partner and his best friend? No, he told me the same thing before. But when he saw that I was not easy to mess with, he ran away in despair.

And you are just a pawn in his hand that can be discarded at will after using it!"

Carl listened to Lockhart's words and kept laughing.

In his opinion, Lockhart has been deeply affected by the Horcruxes. If Parseltongue could be learned so easily, it wouldn't be almost extinct in the wizarding world. And Harry Potter, who can inadvertently speak Parseltongue

He is deeply entangled with Voldemort, and he exists as a walking Horcrux, so he can control the snake language.

With such a high talent for magic, even when he was studying in the forbidden book area, he was numbed by the obscure pronunciation. How could he, Lockhart, master Parseltongue in such a short period of time? Apart from long-term contact with Tom...

Apart from Riddle's soul being corrupted by him unknowingly, Karl couldn't think of any other way to do it quickly.

Karl stretched out his finger, drew a few times in the air, and wrote three words that exuded golden light: Tom Marvolo Riddle...
Chapter completed!