Connor's Hogwarts

As the ground crumbled, alarm bells rang in Connor's mind. He instinctively sensed mortal danger, and he knew it came from the basilisk's eyes.

But since he could prepare protective glasses for Harry and the others, it was absolutely impossible to relax his protection. Almost at the same time that the basilisk emerged from the ground, a pair of sci-fi glasses appeared in front of Connor's eyes.

Connor still doesn't know the reason why the basilisk's eyes kill people, but he knows that he must never look directly into its eyes, and besides, he has an invincible guardian angel in this world——

"Master!"

The invisible blade slashed out, and before the basilisk could react, a fountain of blood spurted out from the snake's neck, and the basilisk hissed mournfully. It couldn't even walk a round under Artoria's hands.

But before Connor had time to breathe a sigh of relief, his expression suddenly changed: "Saber!!"

Artoria, who had been keeping invisible all this time, actually appeared!What shocked Connor even more was that Arturia began to petrify from her legs!

"Damn!"

Connor realized the seriousness of the problem in an instant. He raised his wand to point at the basilisk, and cast several spells in a row, but the basilisk didn't intend to entangle him at all. into the ground.

"Hahahahaha—! The rumored genius is nothing more than that! Hahahaha!"

The young Voldemort laughed loudly, with a malicious smile on his face, and the excitement of a successful plan in the eyes of the vulture.

"Saber, are you okay?" Connor's face was gloomy, he ignored Voldemort, and walked quickly to Artoria and said.

At this time, Artoria's entire lower body was petrified together with her armor. She held her sword against the floor to maintain her balance, and her face was also very serious.

"No...it doesn't matter, it's just that my lower body can't move at all," Artoria frowned: "And this petrification effect is spreading. I need to use magic power to resist this spread...Master, I just said I didn't look that snake in the eyes..."

The current situation was completely beyond their expectations. The curse of the basilisk actually directly affected Artoria!

"Wait a minute, I'll try this." Connor frantically took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, and poured it on Artoria's petrified part.

"This is the mandrake solution, which can counteract the petrification effect, don't worry! It will be fine!" Connor felt a little sweat on his forehead.

"..." Arturia saw the tension and concern in Connor's eyes. She didn't say anything. She lowered her head and felt it before replying: "It works. I feel that the petrification speed has slowed down."

"Huh, that's good..." Connor was relieved.

"Hehe, it's useless. It takes three days for the Mandrake's effect to take full effect. By then, everything will be over. Connor, you have already lost!"

Voldemort sneered maliciously: "Do you think that we will not prepare anything to deal with you? The eyes of the basilisk have an absolute effect on the soul, especially for you who use magic paintings to carry the soul. I have experienced it myself. After passing, this trick is specially reserved for us to deal with you!"

"Us?" Connor took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned to look directly at Voldemort: "Your companions really understand me very well, should I praise you? But you think you can do that?" Beat me yet, Angel!"

As Connor's words fell, a space distortion visible to the naked eye appeared in the air, and the space around Voldemort collapsed instantly, compressing inward like a box that had been pinched and exploded. In just a split second, Voldemort's manifest body It was overwhelmed by the distorted space.

There was only a floating diary left in the sky. Black smoke was emitting around the diary, but this smoke was confined to a small space and could not turn into a human form again. Voldemort... had been caught.

But his voice was not much lower, and rampant laughter came from the ball of smoke: "Hahahahahaha! It's useless, Conner Lake, so what if you control me, your opponent from one It wasn't me in the beginning, from the moment you stepped into the secret room, you fell into our trap, you lost! You lost! Hahahaha!"

"That's a lot of nonsense." Connor frowned, and the space around the diary was compressed again, and now Voldemort couldn't even conjure up smoke.

But Connor's mood was not much easier. The eyes of the basilisk could directly petrify Arturia's body. This was something he had never thought of. It's just that I habitually think that I just need to avoid looking directly at the snake's eyes. I didn't expect the ability of the snake monster to be so unreasonable.

However, Connor only understood the key point in an instant. "The eyes are the windows to the soul." This sentence is not unfounded. The soul is originally under the protection of the body, and the eyes are the soul's most effective way to communicate with the outside world. direct path.

The basilisk causes harm to people by looking at it, but magic paintings like Artoria and Angel... have no body. Her soul is wrapped in magic power, so there is no need to look at it at all. The basilisk's The gaze can directly cause harm to Artoria!The basilisk is actually the natural enemy of Connor's magic painting!

No wonder Harry said that the basilisk closed its eyes. In fact, those were not eyelids at all, but something was used to cover the basilisk's sight. Otherwise, the basilisk would also cause damage to Voldemort, who had almost turned into a magic painting!

Damn, you were careless. You should have realized this problem a long time ago, but things have not yet reached the worst point. The basilisk has been chopped by Artoria. Connor is confident that if it dares to show up, he will kill it with one punch. Take it away, and besides, Angel is by your side, so your opponent is not something to be afraid of for the time being...

"That's it for now,"

Connor and Angel were in the same mind. He signaled with a look, and Angel returned to his earrings. Voldemort has been controlled, and there is no need to manipulate the space here. The most urgent thing is to protect Angel. Connor deliberately raised his voice and said :

"Come out, you clown who only knows how to hide, don't you dare to show up in front of me now? Your little snake shouldn't be able to move. You've put a lot of effort into dealing with me. You should be lucky that I'm still here. I didn't tell Dumbledore what happened today, otherwise...heh, don't you want to deal with me? I'll just stand here and have a serious contest!"

The secret room that lost Angel's control slowly returned to its original appearance of an empty altar under the control of the enemy. When the space slowly began to reset, a man in black robes appeared on the long bridge directly in front of Connor...

"Boom!" The stone wall collapsed.

Without further ado, Connor threw a God's Edge Curse, and the man in black was instantly cut into two pieces, and then turned into a card cut in the middle in the air.

"You are still as insidious as ever, Connor."

A deep and hoarse voice sounded from behind Connor, and Connor turned around with a gloomy face.

"I have always known that you are not as aboveboard as you appear on the surface. You are very cautious in doing things, never do anything uncertain, strive for perfection and use any means..."

"To be honest, even though I simulated today's stage countless times and imagined how to stand in front of you, I never had the confidence to defeat you..."?

The voice of the man in black was trembling with excitement: "But the truth is, if you don't try many things, you will never know what the result will be. Now——I'm close to success."

"..." Connor said nothing after seeing the man in black robe come out. He didn't even pay attention to Saber who kept giving him hints with her eyes.

"I did it! I sealed your biggest hole card! I will pass the Slytherin test! I will finally defeat you here!"

The voice of the black-robed man became louder and more urgent, and at the end there was even a hint of madness. Connor had no doubts about the authenticity of this fiery emotion, because he had already seen the truth of the person who came. identity--

"It's really you...my stupid brother..."

"!!!"