bookbashuk Chapter 165 Hogwarts at this time
Chapter 165 Hogwarts at this time
Chapter 165 Hogwarts at this time
"By Merlin, Professor Hamilton is running way too fast!" Harry and Ron walked dejectedly down the corridors of Hogwarts, feeling helpless about losing Professor Hamilton.
Professor Hamilton disappeared down the corridor in an instant, and by the time Harry and Ron chased after her, they only saw her shadow disappear at the school gate.
It seemed they would have to meet up with Hermione first—with that thought, Harry and Ron headed toward Lockhart's office, where Hermione should still be waiting for them.
"What did Professor Hamilton just do? He ran so fast!" Ron asked casually as he walked, his tone light despite the somewhat dangerous topic.
Perhaps it was because he didn't doubt Professor Hamilton as much as Harry, who was beside him.
Harry frowned and remained silent, adjusting his glasses as he pondered the events of the past few weeks.
Professor Hamilton wants to kill someone—Lockhart is always bothering her—she just ran out of Lockhart's office—
Could it be that...?
Harry's eyes widened suddenly; he felt he had come to an astonishing conclusion.
"Professor Hamilton attacked Lockhart!" His words startled Ron. The red-haired boy paused for a few seconds before saying, "It should be—it should be unlikely, right? Haha—"
He quickened his pace as he laughed, after all, if this were true—Hermione would really need their help.
After they hurried past the corner of the corridor, they came into view of Hermione, who was pale-faced.
She carefully held the magic wand, looking at the shattered office door in front of her.
"What's wrong, Hermione?!" Ron asked immediately, rushing to Hermione's side with the broken wand in hand and pulling her behind him.
However, it was clear that he was also taken aback when he saw the scene in the office.
"What... what's going on?" He glanced at Hermione and then at Harry.
"It seems to be Professor Hamilton's doing—" Hermione whispered, seemingly a little incredulous.
Upon hearing this, Harry quickly ran to the two of them. As his gaze fell into the office, even though he was mentally prepared, he was still taken aback.
Lockhart's office was in a mess, with documents scattered everywhere, chairs broken, statues collapsed, and even the portrait of Lockhart that always hung in the office was now destroyed.
This must have been done by Professor Hamilton!
Harry made the decision almost immediately—but then the more crucial question arises.
Where did Lockhart go?
Harry drew his wand and boldly entered the office. He looked around the entire office but did not see any trace of Lockhart.
Could it be that he has been murdered by Professor Hamilton and—a dangerous thought flashed through Harry's mind, and his hand holding the wand trembled slightly.
"Go quickly—go find Professor McGonagall!" he said, turning to Hermione and Ron.
"Go ahead!" Ron said, turning to Hermione. "Professor McGonagall might not believe us!"
"But she should believe you."
Ron's words brought Hermione back to her senses. She seemed unable to believe that Professor Hamilton had done it, and left with somewhat heavy steps.
As Hermione left, Ron also went into the office.
"Look on the bright side—maybe Lockhart isn't dead yet?" Ron thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he's already run away."
"That's for the best—" Harry casually flipped through the things on the table, and then unexpectedly—he saw a perfectly intact dark diary.
What is this?
Harry blinked and reached out to pick up the diary.
But as soon as he picked it up, he felt a burning sensation and instinctively let go, causing the diary to fall to the ground.
"What is this?!" Ron heard the noise and rushed over. He instinctively picked up a broken chair leg, which was obviously much more useful than his broken wand.
"I don't know either—but it was just so—" Before Harry could finish speaking, the diary suddenly opened by itself, and then flashed a white light under the shocked gazes of the two students.
Good morning, both of you.
Then came a gentle voice, but it carried an inexplicable malice, causing Harry to involuntarily tighten his grip on his wand.
"Don't be so wary—the famous—the boy who survived a great calamity." The white light dimmed, and a handsome young man wearing a black robe walked out.
His face was somewhat pale, revealing a sickly—gloomy feeling, and his eyes, while bright, also gave off a chill.
And the same was true of what he said.
"I never expected—that instead of me going to you, you would come to me of your own accord." He smiled slightly. "I really have to thank the lovely Miss Hamilton and Mr. Lockhart."
"Who—who are you?" Harry asked boldly, raising his wand without any fear. "What is your relationship with Professor Hamilton and Lockhart?"
"Who am I?" The young man's smile widened, and he shrugged, saying, "My name is Tom Marvolo Riddell."
His name was outlined in the air, and then changed position as he flicked his hand.
It eventually became the name Voldemort.
Both students were stunned when they saw those three words.
Then Riddle suddenly flicked his right hand, and a spell was unleashed.
It was a silent disarming spell, and Harry's wand was immediately knocked away.
"What are you going to do?!" Ron was startled and grabbed Harry, trying to run away.
But with a flick of Riddle's wand, the office door immediately reverted to its original position and locked securely.
"It's simple—of course, I'll kill you." Riddle smiled slightly, looking at the two students standing in front of the door. "I was originally planning to control that good-for-nothing Lockhart—but it seems unnecessary now."
"After all, they have vitality."
"I have broken free from my restraints." He spoke louder and louder, while also opening his arms wide.
"Although I don't know how I ended up losing to someone like you."
"But—I'm also willing to give you a chance."
"If you join me, I can still spare your lives—"
"I won't join you!" Harry retorted first, clenching his fist. "You killed my parents and hurt so many other people!"
"I won't let you get away with this!"
"You won't let me go?" Riddle paused for a moment upon hearing this, then laughed even more heartily.
"Why won't you let me go?" He smirked, raising his wand. "With your Mudblood-tainted brain?"
"Avada Kedavra!"
As he spoke, a ghastly green spell was suddenly unleashed, heading straight for Harry and Ron. The terrifying killing intent froze them in place.
But just then, the chair in front of them suddenly flew up and transformed into a shield in mid-air, deflecting the spell.
Then, the office door turned into a lump of soft mud, and a figure walked in through the doorway.
"Oh dear—" Riddle blinked upon seeing the newcomer. "Isn't this our Professor McGonagall?"
"Long time no see—I wonder—is Headmaster Dumbledore here right now?"
"Enough, Riddle!" McGonagall took a deep breath and stood in front of Harry and Ron.
"I won't allow you to misbehave anymore! This is Hogwarts!"
"I see." Riddle suddenly smiled upon hearing this. "It seems Dumbledore isn't here—"
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That's wonderful.
"I can get rid of two guys I hate in a day—" he said, raising his wand toward McGonagall.
"Avada Kedavra!"
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