[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

Severus Snape was in a very bad mood.

How dare they?How dare you, huh?A group of sophomore trolls actually thought they could challenge the basilisk?Ha, should he be glad that their self-righteousness didn't cost their fragile little lives?

Or is it that some biased special cognition makes them arrogant?

There was something wrong with these brats, and Snape knew it all too well.He might have to admit that they are a bit capable, after all, those spells on the Dueling Club are not something a 12-year-old wizard can cast!

Granger's attack spell, Potter's... Snape still hasn't found out what it is.He thought it had something to do with Dumbledore, just look at the excuse - Magic Riot!Who else but an old bee who spends his days soaking his head in a sugar bowl can tell.

The little troll was a bit unusual, Snape had realized from the moment he went to pick up Potter to buy school supplies.How much trouble would this Potter, who had no good qualities other than those eyes, cause.When I was in the first grade, I broke into the trapdoor. Unfortunately, I came back intact.

In second grade, something was different.When Weasley and Granger have changed, they have become more confident and lawless, just like now, do they want to use the basilisk's fangs to show their merits?

Thinking of this, the Slytherin Snake King glanced at the four giant monsters in front of him one by one: a Gryffindor who didn't go to the lion pile to mess around; a Raventraw who didn't hold her life-like book; Chippa, who never learned how to hide in a burrow like a badger; a Slytherin, huh, a Slytherin who likes to fight like a lion!

The potions professor was so angry that even he couldn't believe what he saw just now: in the empty hall, a big snake at least twenty feet long propped up its head, and under its sharp fangs What they were facing were those four little brats who didn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth!

What was even more unbelievable was that besides the giant snake, there were the Dark Lord and his servants.

"You shouldn't be doing that." Professor Sprout shook her head, and at that moment her heart almost jumped out.

"I'm almost scared to death by you!" Professor Flitwick exhaled vigorously with a sharp voice.

"This isn't a joke!" said Professor McGonagall, her mouth clenched and her anger unbearable.But in the end, she just took a stern look at the four students and then raised her wand, "I must say one thing, before your professor has fallen, there is absolutely no need for you to take action. Hogwarts has not yet To the point where the students are risking their lives!"

No matter who the enemy in front of them is, whether it is the mysterious person that even they are afraid of, for the head of Hogwarts, it is their duty to never back down and protect their students.

The dean of Gryffindor changed her momentum, and a spell flew over, pushing the four of them away from the battlefield.

"Pomona." Professor McGonagall called out, and the Headmistress of Hufflepuff immediately understood.Green vines spewed out from the magic wand in her hand, splitting into two, and then into four... overwhelmingly trapped the basilisk.

Meanwhile, Flitwick and Avalon were evenly matched.

Voldemort's roar resounded throughout the Chamber of Secrets, and the creepy hissing sound continued, [Move your body, use some strength... use your teeth!idiot! ]

The main soul tried to order the basilisk to break free from the vines, but no matter how hard the monster tried, those seemingly fragile vines seemed to be stuck into its skin and could not move.

The spells rushed towards the basilisk one after another, and among them, Snape's shadowless force cut several holes in the basilisk's skin.Black blood rushed out from the basilisk's wound, and splashed all over the ground as it writhed in pain.

"Snape! Are you betraying me? Are you betraying the great Black Duke?" Voldemort loudly questioned the Potions Professor's behavior, and he responded with an offensive curse.

The spell passed through the Dark Lord's body again and hit the stone pillar behind him.Snape frowned. He had sensed something wrong with the Dark Lord from the very beginning, but now it seemed to confirm that the one in front of him seemed to be a soul?

He was still incorporeal, hadn't been resurrected - which was somewhat of a relief to Snape.At the same time, Snape's determination was further strengthened. After this battle, he would no longer be a spy of the Order of the Phoenix.Voldemort would no longer trust him if he could...

Facing the fiercer attack from the potions master, Voldemort opened his mouth and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a burst of music.

I don't know where it came from, but an illusory, ethereal and mysterious singing sounded in the empty secret room.The music grew louder and louder, until suddenly a blazing flame burst out from above their heads.

A crimson bird, the size of a crane, suddenly descended from the sky and played its strange music on the vaulted ceiling.It has a golden tail, as long as a peacock's tail, and a pair of golden claws, holding a tattered package on the paws.

It's Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes.It tilted its head, and after seeing the bloody eye sockets of the basilisk, it flew straight towards Harry and the others.The package in its paws - the Sorting Hat fell to their feet, after which Fawkes flapped his wings and touched Harry's face again and again with his golden beak.

"It really likes you," said Ron, rummaging through the Sorting Hat, trying to pierce Gryffindor's sword. "Why not..." the redhead said suspiciously, he asked Harry, "By the way, which Horcrux is it?"

"Medal, Merlin Medal."

Ron let out an "ah" and looked up at Lockhart who was lying on the side. "What's going on?" he asked.

Harry told the story, and the last memories began to form in his mind.

"For Halloween, I stained his clothes with jam and he created the first petrification event."

"Wait, how did he..."

"Can't you be more flexible, Ron?" Hermione said angrily, "Lockhart did it under the excuse of changing clothes, although the time is too short for him to carry out a petrification, But what if it was prepared in advance?"

"The disappearance of a cat won't attract people's attention quickly, so he chose Mrs. Norris!" Hermione seemed to think of something, "Creevey doesn't know... As for Filch's time— "

"I ran into Lockhart when I was coming down the stairs from the library," said Harry. "Voldemort wanted to use my blood to resurrect him. He designed me from the beginning to the end to be the scapegoat for opening the Chamber of Secrets, because with a second For grade students, the only thing they want to do when encountering such a thing is to find ways to clear themselves of their crimes."

Ron and Hermione were silent. Harry was right, they had been like this in a previous life.And if it was really them, Voldemort might have succeeded at this time.

When they talked, they didn't care about Draco who was on the side, and Harry didn't notice that there was a hint of sarcasm in the platinum noble's eyes.And when they were busy discussing how to destroy the Horcrux, there were several exclamations in the secret room.

Although immobilized by the vines, under Voldemort's command, the scarred basilisk began to roll randomly on the floor.Its eyes are gone... Its body is already covered with countless fatal cuts... It is about to die... But even so, it still has to obey the orders of this Slytherin under the contract.The effectiveness of the master-servant contract made it struggle on the ground unwillingly, and its huge snake tail frantically swept back and forth—and with a painful struggle, the entire body of the basilisk rose from the ground, and its huge body fell heavily, forcefully The thick tail swung towards the place where the four of them were like a whip.

Harry felt his eyes go dark, and his whole body was swept away.He groaned in pain, but it didn't hurt much, because a person was firmly protecting him.

Pale blonde hair fell into his eyes, and Draco stood up after the eyes met for a moment.Silently, he picked up the sorting hat at his feet, and drew out a gleaming silver sword with a dazzling ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

Without any words, the indifferent and aloof Slytherin took a few steps forward, and in the astonishment of everyone's eyes, he stabbed the sword seven inches from the dying basilisk.From top to bottom, it runs through the most vulnerable part of the snake's body - the heart.

"No—!" Voldemort yelled, but it was too late.He could only watch helplessly as the bloody Malfoy jumped off the basilisk and walked towards the stone statue step by step, calmly and methodically.If it weren't for the blood-stained sword over there, you could even think that he was attending an aristocratic social party.

But with such elegant and decent steps, this Malfoy, named after the dragon, stabbed Gryffindor's sword unswervingly towards the Medal of Merlin.

A terrible, sustained, piercing scream emanated from the Order of Merlin.Streams of black liquid spurted out violently, mixed with the snake blood on the sword body, and flowed all over the ground.Voldemort was furious, "Draco Malfoy! How dare you—!" He yelled, turning into a cloud of black smoke and roaring towards him...

"Call God Guard!"

From Snape's wand, a silver-white doe rushed out, blocking the Dark Lord and protecting his godson with a tough posture.

"You can't touch it, Tom." At the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets, Dumbledore with a white beard walked in hurriedly.He looked clear, not surprised that Voldemort feared the Patronus.

That was something that represented goodness and goodness, in contrast to Voldemort's soul that had been stamped with a curse.

The Dark Lord obviously realized that his situation was over, and he tried to run away but was stopped by Dumbledore.The old man waved his wand and muttered words, and after a series of lengthy incantations a golden circle trapped Voldemort inside.

He was twisting and struggling, waving his arms non-stop, and screaming from his mouth... It seemed that he was enduring unbearable pain, and it seemed that he could disappear in just a second.

"Master!" Morgan Le Fay Avalon yelled, she violently broke free from the restraints of several professors, and a strange change happened to her body: her hair turned silver and stretched straight to the ground.Her figure became nothingness, like water, ethereal and uncertain.And eventually, she passed through Dumbledore's golden barrier.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall yelled, but it was too late, Morgan Le Fay Avalon wrapped Voldemort's dying soul with her transformed body, and took him out...

A storm swept up the room like a gust of wind, and when they opened their eyes again, the two of them had disappeared.

In the end, one step away, one step away.

But even so, Dumbledore didn't have much regret in his heart.In comparison, he cared more about the safety of the four children in front of him.

The smiling eyes of the old headmaster made Harry react. He smiled at Dumbledore and stepped forward hesitantly, putting his hands on Slytherin's shoulders. "Draco?" he said softly called out.

The boy's shoulders moved.Then he turned around and pulled Harry's hand away, "Don't be so intimate, Potter. Or did you think we could still be friends when you tried to kill me with a spell in sixth year?"

He sneered, his cold eyes met Harry's, hissed a warning, "Stay away from me, Potter."

The author has something to say:

First of all, it was Draco who was taken away, so the professor must be very anxious.In such a situation, it is normal to find that the pipes in the women's toilets are wide open (Actually, I always think that the original book is unscientific, and no one finds such a large hole all the time? The students disappeared and the whole school was not searched?)

Then there is Dumbledore, in the fifth part of the original book, he told Harry after Sirius died that Voldemort would not try to invade your head again, because he couldn't bear that feeling, because Harry's soul was pure or something.So I don't think Voldemort can touch the Patronus either.

Finally, the master's question.His memory only recovers to the appearance of the sixth and seventh grades, only in this way can there be love~~

Of course, I won't abuse, I can't abuse ==

The most important reason is that I think the young master is an out-and-out Slytherin, and the way to get along with De Ha is to rejoice in enemies.

I added this to the copy:

Draco Malfoy's rule: teasing the savior is the best way to pass the time, there are always surprises in conquering the enemy

Harry Potter Rule: Don't take a Malfoy's advances lightly, because you'll have to pay more to repay them

ps: My dear family said that the young master's awakening is a big gift package for the National Day.

But I think my friends may say again, stupid author, you are stuck here again. (﹁﹁)~→The author is actually a good person!