The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(I'm not very good at writing about fighting, let's try to read it, anyway, the combat power will not collapse)

The size of the basilisk is not small, and the upper limit of the magic power due to the wizard's age made Cyrus a little struggling.

So after Harry and the others left, he resolutely gave up his control of the stone chess. Harry, who returned to the tunnel, saw those 'guards' turned into small chess pieces again.

Fox pressed Harry's weak face, and it disappeared into the air after accepting the news.

"Interesting...come to me, I can consider not killing you." Riddle watched Harry carry the sword and leave with Ginny, "I can get you more women..."

"Sorry, but I need revenge for the owner of this wand"

In the secret room in the mirror dimension, the floor and ceiling are centered on Cyrus, spreading and rolling around in a random geometric shape, and every space is folding.

"Actually, I met you once last year... Flying sand and stones!"

Facing Cyrus' attack, Riddle just hid behind the basilisk calmly, and the blasting spell just made its huge body shake.

Immediately afterwards, a few wisps of green light flew past Cyrus' body like the scythe of death.

True to Voldemort, the Unforgivable Curse is as simple as drinking water.

"Let me see... how about some nice music?"

Relying on the basilisk's body as a shield, Riddle cast the Cruciatus Curse at Cyrus who was standing upside down on the ceiling, although the opponent had already avoided it.

Cyrus suddenly landed on the ground and slapped his left palm hard. Starting from Cyrus, the hard stone surface hit Riddle like a sea wave.

The tumbling caused by the space made the enemy fall to the ground, and as he exited the mirror space, all of Riddle's attacks remained in the mirror dimension forever.

The blade formed by the fire from the alder wand cut on the shaky basilisk's head, burning the eye wound through which the lightsaber penetrated.

"I am immortal, you are destined to be buried here today!" Riddle, as a soul body, cannot be harmed by Cyrus' force, he is just a little uncomfortable as an immortal.

Like a person who only suffers from not being able to breathe, but who can never die.

Cyrus jumped back in a thrilling way, dodging the poisonous dagger-like fangs of the basilisk, as if he had made up his mind, the original force flowed from his body and condensed in his hands.

A series of dense lightning strangled the basilisk for the time being. It wasn't force lightning, but the 'judgment' of the bright side. The pale yellow electric current in Cyrus' hand made the basilisk's scales gradually disintegrate.

This disintegration is at the atomic level, so for Cyrus, the loss is somewhat huge.

"Yes, that Mudblood was like that at the time too... Do you want to know how she died?" Riddle used the levitation spell to raise a huge gravel and smash it at the enemy, attacking him with words.

"Hahaha... By the time she realized it was too late! It was too late! That Weasley girl had to die too... Tell me, how's Voldemort's fear?"

Following Riddle's description, Cyrus kept flashing the scene of that night in his mind:

Maybe Hermione didn't take the initiative to find it. Hermione was just disturbed by the illusion of the Force, which gave her the illusion that she would die.

The profound connection of the Force is not only a good thing, just like after he separated from Darth Vader, he can always see the eyes of hatred and pain through infinite time and space.

Cyrus restrained the erosion of the dark side while using the death curse to avoid it.

The Killing Curse is death on touch, and no powerful Iron Armor Curse can stop it, because the Unforgivable Curse directly hits the life and soul.

Although he was suppressing the distortion of his mind, hearing Riddle's description seemed to be watching with his own eyes. In the end, the trace of lightning clasped a piece of flesh and tore it off.

The basilisk opened its mouth wide open, the severe pain made it speechless, and it let out a silent scream.

Warm blood spattered on Riddle's face, blackening half of his face. The young Dark Lord was stunned because it was different from what he had imagined...

Looking into those blue eyes that he hated so much, Riddle realized he had been played.

He thought that he had successfully killed Hermione Granger, and thought that Palpatine was right. He could use a psychological offensive to deal with these two mudbloods, but... the situation didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.

The force is like yin and yang, one black and one white, the light side represents the development of all things, and the dark side represents the withering of all things.

Cyrus has been using the light side to suppress the dark side from the very beginning, otherwise he would have suffered from ptsd (post-traumatic stress disorder) after experiencing the interstellar war.

Because of the force connection, Cyrus could feel the pain and confusion deep in Hermione's heart, but Riddle's psychological offensive accelerated and disintegrated his defense.

Yes, he loves her.

Cyrus understands that this is not God's will, nor fate, as Hermione said - "ask what's in your heart"

When did it start?Cyrus didn't know very well, maybe it was Hermione who said 'you can always stand behind me', or maybe it was when they stayed together and read books when they were young.

"Voldemort!!" Cyrus stared at him and shouted fiercely.

Pulling back with his left hand, unlike Hermione's violent lightning, Cyrus' Trial of the Force was as calm as a skilled executioner.

The electric current hooked the flesh and blood like an iron hook and pulled it out. A piece of meat the size of a bowl fell to the ground, gradually becoming dry from bloody.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

With a gloomy face, Riddle said, "You know, what I hate the most is your eyes... the same color, the same look, tsk tsk tsk..."

He wished he could dig it out and step on the ground.

Riddle recklessly used jinxes and unforgivable curses at will. Anyway, with Ginny's vitality as a support, he could not die, but at the same time, he could let his strength rely on his soul to gradually return to the peak moment.

Because of his orders, the basilisk was stalling for time at all costs.

Even though the basilisk uses its body as a shield to protect the heir of Slytherin behind it, there will be a moment when it will fall. If it is intact, it may be able to withstand some of the oppression of the force.

But... those wounds cut by Gryffindor were torn even bigger by Cyrus before they had time to heal, and they were torn apart from the small cracks in the wounds.

"You know nothing about the Force... Voldemort, you need to have some faith in that..."

"That is the power of black magic that you have never seen before, and I will live forever!"

The Unforgivable Curse is in the hands of Riddle... Voldemort, just like a normal attack, the death attack ruthlessly covered it together with the basilisk.

"Heh~ It seems that you are just a tool." Cyrus felt the weak life of the basilisk, and then gave up the attack.

A Killing Curse deflected by him hit the basilisk's naked flesh, and green lights lit up on it. In the end, it still lost its breath and lay there motionless.

As the guardian of the Chamber of Secrets, the basilisk that brought fear to Hogwarts died at the hands of the heir.

"Do you know how sad little Ginny is? She watched that Mudblood die with her own eyes..." Riddle struggled to block a cutting curse that was abnormally fast.

Ginny's vitality made Riddle gradually stronger, so that it was a bit difficult for Cyrus to use the Iron Armor Curse and the deflection of the original force, and the opponent didn't have to consider the consumption of magic power at all.

And Cyrus spent a lot of magic power and original force on the basilisk and manipulating the stone chess at the beginning, but he was keenly aware of the string of life force flowing.

Like a pipeline, with a diary as the turning point, it connects Ginny outside and Voldemort in front of him.

"Mudblood... If that's the case, then die!" Voldemort put the diary on his body, and then launched an overwhelming attack, slowly approaching the door.

At this time, Cyrus could only block the door because of attracting attention, and raised two huge stone pillars to seal the stone door, a trace of blood flowed from his forehead to his lips.

It was warm and salty, but he needed to hold on until the professor arrived, he felt it.

Just as Professor McGonagall was leading the crowd to prepare to go down, suddenly there was a loud noise in the corridor on the second floor, and the door of the school infirmary was forcibly shattered.

"Impossible..." McGonagall knew Hogwarts' protection magic well, and she saw Madam Pomfrey running out in panic.

Flitwick pulled Lockhart and jumped down first. McGonagall could only let Snape and Sprout stay here. She hurried to the school infirmary and saw Hermione who was awake.

After Madam Pomfrey fed the resurrection potion as usual, she thought Hermione had died, but she didn't expect the girl's joints to move slowly, from blinking her eyes to moving her fingers.

But before she was happy, all the objects in the school infirmary seemed to be squeezed by a hydraulic press. Even with the Hogwarts protection mechanism, the bed frame and cabinets were gradually twisted.

Hermione lay upright on the bed, her chocolate-like pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, she looked at Professor McGonagall walking over, with tiny tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

The voice squeezed out of her throat, a little unpleasant.

"no no......"

Hoarse and long, painful.