Hogwarts time travel

"This is the secret room?"

Lockhart stood in front of the Slytherin statue and asked Malfoy in surprise.

"Yes." Malfoy nodded. "Put the wand at the foot of the statue."

Lockhart put the wand next to Slytherin's paws as Malfoy ordered, and waited quietly for the next change.

As Malfoy chanted a spell, a faint light emerged from the statue and converged on the wand under his feet.

Picking up his wand, Lockhart couldn't help being overjoyed to find it completely restored.

The next step is to heal himself, and treatment requires a price. Unconsciously, Lockhart's eyes fell on Malfoy.

The terrified Malfoy wanted to run away, but Lockhart's opponent was locked in mid-air by the spell, unable to move.

According to the prompt of the wand, Lockhart pointed the wand at Malfoy, "Sacrifice the vitality of the man in front of him in exchange for healing my injuries!"

Where Lockhart couldn't see, a triangular mark appeared on the palm of Malfoy's hand, and the last hole in the mark was gradually filled.

According to the magic of the foreign gods in the queen's memory, as long as three transactions are made, the other party will completely sell their souls to the gods.

As the hole in the imprint was filled, Malfoy's expression became indifferent, and it was time for a showdown.

Sensing that his injuries had been healed, Lockhart looked at Malfoy suspiciously, why wasn't this guy drained?

According to common sense, he should be drained of vitality and die?

Malfoy grinned, showing a mocking smile.

"You are a fool, Lockhart."

"What did you say?" Lockhart's eyes widened, he didn't expect that the prisoner in front of him would dare to say something to mock him.

Without even thinking about it, the wand pointed at the opponent, "Crucio!"

The expected screams and pleadings did not come, and Malfoy looked at Lockhart coldly, raising his eyebrows in disdain.

The spell surrounding Malfoy somehow disappeared, and he fell to the ground, his wand pointed at Lockhart.

"Let me show you the real Cruciatus Curse! Cruciatus!"

"Ah—" Lockhart howled and fell to the ground, the magic that supported his body disappeared without a trace, and he curled up violently on the ground like a boiled prawn.

"How?" Malfoy poked Lockhart with his wand. "Isn't it interesting? Cruciatus!"

A soul-piercing pain ran through his body again, causing Lockhart to let out a howl comparable to a slaughtered pig, followed by pleading, "Don't, don't use it, I beg you, I promise you anything! "

"Really?" Malfoy tilted his head and smiled, "Are you willing to serve me as Lord?"

"Yes, yes!" Lockhart stood omnipotent, naturally he could agree to anything.

As he spoke, he began to swear, "I, Gilderoy Lockhart, would serve Draco..."

"No." Malfoy interrupted Lockhart's oath with a pitiful expression, "That's not my name."

Then, there was a Cruciatus Curse, "Cruciate!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Lockhart's nose and tears flowed in pain, "Please tell me your name!"

Malfoy stood up, with a widening smile on his face, "I am Voldemort!"

Lockhart's eyes widened. The child in front of him was actually Voldemort?

Or, have I been trading with Voldemort for half the semester?

Fear, regret, and complex emotions came to my heart, but in the end there was only one sentence left, "Your Excellency, Dark Lord, I will serve you as Lord."

"That's enough!" Voldemort's expression was very happy. "So as a servant, shouldn't you obey all the orders of your master?"

"Yes." Lockhart said weakly, lying on the ground.

"Ah, as long as you agree."

Lockhart suddenly heard the sound of skin and flesh rubbing against each other, as if some snake-like animal was approaching here.

In the next second, Lockhart felt himself being entwined by a python. The body of this cold-blooded animal kept tightening, as if trying to squeeze out all the air in his abdominal cavity.

Lockhart looked at the green scales approaching in front of him, his voice was already out of tune with fright.

"Master, there are snakes!"

"Yes, yes." Voldemort said with a smile, "I let you be tied up to keep you from moving around."

Voldemort's fingertips landed on the basilisk, maybe it was an illusion, Lockhart felt a tremor from the basilisk, it seemed that the basilisk was also afraid of Voldemort.

Voldemort stomped off the wand that Lockhart regarded as a treasure on the ground, "Stupid, greedy idiot, this is just an ordinary wand, and this is what really makes you stronger."

He raised his right hand, and the triangular mark on his palm fell into Lockhart's eyes.

"Three transactions, your soul has completely fallen into the palm of the gods. This ceremony from beginning to end is to obtain everything about you, all the gifts in your destiny, and the price has been secretly marked."

"Now that you've enjoyed the gift, it's time to reap the rewards."

A layer of faint white light appeared in the dark secret room, and a hazy huge figure looked down on everything in the secret room with indifferent eyes.

An inexplicable gravitational force appeared on Lockhart's body, seeming to drag his soul out of his body. A faint blood color was released from the pores of his skin, and his vitality was being sucked away bit by bit.

Just as the life force was about to enter the mouth of the huge figure in the sky, Voldemort waved his wand.

A gray phantom appeared in front of the huge figure's face, and an exaggerated scythe appeared in his hand, and he swung it violently.

A translucent tube appeared in the originally empty midair, the tube was cut off, and all life force was blocked by phantoms in the tube, leading towards Voldemort.

Voldemort actually cut off the god's ritual and stole the other party's sacrifice!

The huge figure was also bewildered by the accident, staring blankly at all this in mid-air.

Voldemort flicked his wand lightly, and the pipe was carried by the phantom towards the basilisk.

The body of the basilisk gradually swelled as its vitality increased, and Lockhart, who was entangled in its body, quickly withered away like a mummy.

The figure in mid-air came back to his senses, and let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice, which stunned the basilisk almost instantly, and Lockhart also fell to the ground from the entanglement of the basilisk.

As the main target of the roar, Voldemort was not feeling well either, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His expression remained calm, and the phantom of the sickle under the command of the wand swooped down towards the huge figure.

Sensing the intention of the ants, the huge figure wanted to laugh a little, what can an ordinary magic do to him?

Suddenly, the sickle phantom's sickle flickered with black light.

"Expelling magic?" There was a muffled sound like a bubble being popped, and the huge figure disappeared like a bubble.

Ancient wizards, in order to fight against indestructible enemies, developed expulsion magic, which can send the target back to the place from which it came.

Voldemort had been preparing for this scene for a long time, and if he wanted to snatch food from the Outer God, he had to be fully prepared.

The figure disappeared, the basilisk fainted, and Lockhart turned into dry bones. It seemed that everything was settled.