Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 519 Conner Lake and the Chamber of Secrets

"Father, the layout of the space magic here is even more complicated than that of Grandpa Niko's house. It comes from the same source as the space magic in my memory, but it should not be from Ms. Ravenclaw's handwriting."

Angel was floating beside Connor, with her palm pressed against the wall of the long tunnel, methodically analyzing the secret passage in front of her.

"Well, it was probably arranged by Slytherin himself thousands of years ago. This should be the passage leading to the real chamber of secrets,"

Connor guessed that the secret room leading to the bathroom is not the real secret room, but a "false secret room" transformed by the descendants of Slytherin, and the "real secret room" is the one directly connected to the Slytherin basement.

This is not a random guess, after all, according to the legend, Hogwarts is actually the castle of the Slytherin family, and Slytherin is the real master of the school, and Gryffindor can bury a luxurious arena under his ground , there is no reason for Slytherin not to seriously "dress up" his place of inheritance.

This long corridor leading to the secret room looks very luxurious, full of aristocratic atmosphere, and it can be seen that it has been carefully designed. Connor has every reason to believe that compared with the "pseudo-secret room" built at the junction of the sewer, this place is more luxurious. It is the location of the "Chamber of Secrets".

Connor touched the pendant next to his ear, and called softly, "Saber."

A light and shadow overflowed from the small pendant, turning into a girl swordsman in silver armor, and Arturia came to Connor.

"Master, where is it?" Arturia was dutifully producing the Philosopher's Stone, but Connor suddenly called her over, feeling a little confused about the situation.

"We're going on a big adventure." Connor smiled and briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter.

90% of Connor's "personal combat power" is on Saber. He is not a reckless person. If he didn't believe in Artoria's strength, he would not go into the secret room alone.

"I understand, I will protect the master." The young knight replied with a serious face. With Saber by his side, Connor felt very safe.

"Dad, why did you faint Miss Hermione just now?" Angel leaned back on Connor's back and asked curiously, "Is it because this action is very dangerous?"

"." Connor was silent for a while, and his smile was also restrained a bit, "Because... I don't want Dumbledore to know about it yet."

Connor shook his head again and said, "Forget it, let's hurry up, it's best to settle the matter before Dumbledore notices it, because—"

Suddenly a gust of wind passed by his side, Connor stood still, Artoria beside him had disappeared, and then her figure appeared not far in front of him. A boa constrictor writhing on the floor.

"It seems that the [master] here has already noticed our arrival," Connor flicked his wand, narrowing his eyes slightly: "And we don't seem to be welcome."

Angel closed her eyes and opened them again: "Father, the space here just changed."

"Really?" Connor frowned: "That's a little troublesome, we are too passive here"

"But I can stop this change," Angel floated to the side again, her red pupils suddenly turned into a clear blue, and her gaze seemed ethereal due to the change in focus distance, she seemed to be competing with someone for this direction. Corridor control.

"Anqier, you are the best." Connor smiled proudly. He was confident that no one could stop him, because he was invincible with the blessing of the "angel".

"We, move on."

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On the platform of the underground altar, the basilisk was gone, and there were only four figures left, one standing on the ground and three floating in the air.

At this moment, Harry felt a little hopeless.

He encountered the biggest crisis in his life. Last year, he punched the critically ill old man Voldemort, but he was powerless to fight back against the forever young Tom in front of him.

Their conversation just now was not pleasant. Tom seemed to want to know the secret of defeating "himself" from Harry, but Harry didn't know what secret he had, and even if he knew, he would never tell the father-killing enemy in front of him. .

So Harry attacked Tom with all his blood, and it turned out... Obviously, Harry was no match for the young Voldemort who was called a genius.

In the blink of an eye, the three kids, Harry, were controlled by Tom. The three of them were restrained side by side in the air, unable to move, and even their wands were confiscated.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity, it seems that I don't need to spend so much trouble, Harry Potter, obviously, you are just an ordinary kid, there is nothing special about you at all,"

A cruel smile appeared on Tom's face, and he held his hands flat, like a big villain who is giving a speech:
"You know, I thought you and I were different, because there were some strange similarities between the two of us, Harry Potter. We were both half-blood, we were both orphans, we were both raised by Muggles. We were both Parseltongues raised, we even look a little alike"

Suddenly, Tom withdrew his smile again, and his face became gloomy: "But in the final analysis, it turned out that you escaped from me just by luck. We are different, completely different, and you have no right to stand in front of me. like this."

Tom let go of Harry's grip suddenly, and Harry fell through the air and fell to the ground.

"Click." Harry saw his wand being thrown on the ground and rolled to his eyes.

"Let's play a game, Harry Potter," Tom said lightly, taking a wand from the stunned Malfoy, "Let's compete for strength, Voldemort and Salazar Slytherin on the other side is Harlech, the Boy Who Lived"

"Let's do some head-to-head and see who's really—"

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)"

Tom waved his wand, and a burst of red light was thrown out by him. Harry didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and just came up and threw a spell.

Voldemort smiled: "Very well, imposing, but—"

"Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!!!"

Harry didn't bother to pay attention to what he said, and kept releasing the attack magic learned from the dueling club.

He was just surprisingly angry now, even though he knew he was struggling uselessly, he didn't stop his movements, because he was facing his father-killing enemy, the culprit who ruined his normal life, if possible, All he wanted was to punch that disgusting face to pieces.

"." Voldemort blocked two spells and sideways dodged a red light, his face darkened because he failed to see fear in the kid's eyes, which was not what he wanted to see.

"It seems that you still lack a lesson. You should learn to be humble in front of Lord Voldemort. You need to suffer a little-"

At this time, a person suddenly appeared next to the two of them, no, it appeared above the two of them. The visitor stood on the head of the troll who had just left and ran back. His whole body was hidden in a large black cloak , a hoarse voice came from under the hood:

"Lord Voldemort, Connor is here, and he's coming here soon, and I can't stop him."

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this.

Harry and Ron's eyes lit up with surprise, while Voldemort frowned.

"Is that Connor Lake? How did he come? Didn't we choose a time when he wasn't around?"

The voice of the man in black was a little trembling: "I... I don't know, but he found the entrance of the secret room and is coming here, should we avoid first—"

"Is Dumbledore with him?" Voldemort obviously had a different focus.

"...No, as long as he, and his magic painting."

"Oh, then there is nothing to worry about." Tom's tone suddenly relaxed, and he chuckled: "After all, he is still young and energetic, so he didn't inform Dumbledore? Isn't that just in line with our plan? Today Just get rid of him here, isn't that exactly what you expected from [task]? Don't worry, I will help you."

The man in black didn't speak, but Harry saw that he was still trembling slightly. He nodded towards Voldemort, and then, together with the basilisk, dived into the "sea of ​​snakes" beside him.

An unhappy expression flashed across Tom's face. He fiddled with his wand for a while, and said to Harry, "It seems that our game is going to be suspended for a while. You seem to have a good teammate."

"You bastards wait to die! Connor will definitely beat you all to the ground!"

Ron finally found a chance to show his presence, but the next second he couldn't make a sound under Tom's spell, and twisted into a ball in pain.

Harry held his wand tightly and waited for it. He calmed down. Although he didn't know how Connor found this place, it was definitely exciting news. After all, Connor was the shadow of a famous tree in Hogwarts. The most reliable celebrity, his desperate situation seems to have turned around.

Tom didn't speak for a while, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he seemed to be expecting something.

In this weird atmosphere, rhythmic footsteps came from the passage behind him, and his figure slowly appeared at the junction of light and darkness.

Connor, entered the secret room.

(End of this chapter)