There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Lucius took the initiative to send money to the door, and of course Mark had no reason to refuse the door.

As long as investors are willing to spend money, let alone the second season, Mark dared to shoot the No.20 season.

"I'll take care of things, don't worry!" Mark patted his chest with absolute confidence.

All students enrolling are monitored by the Zongsi network. Regardless of whether they are dead or alive, as long as they are not beaten into powder, Mark is sure to find his position.

Although the magic world is large, the Skynet is extensive and sparse, and there is no hiding place for cunning villains!

Then Mark was a little confused.

Something's wrong, what's going on.

Why did Zongsi Network detect that Draco is at Hogwarts?

Mark was furious, good you Voldemort, if there is a way to heaven, you don’t go, and if there is no way to hell, you choose yourself... No, how can Hogwarts, which has a thousand years of history and cultivated countless wizards, be hell?

Mark decided to repeat.

Well you Voldemort, throw yourself into the trap!

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"Master, you are a genius!" Quirrell said with a smile, "My admiration for you is as endless as the waves of the river, and as unstoppable as the flooding of the Thames River."

Voldemort smiled too, but he said nothing.

Low-key, basic operation, no exaggeration.

This demon king usually just doesn't want to think, and uses his brain a little bit, not to mention that his wisdom is comparable to Ravenclaw himself, surpassing Merlin, Nicole May, and Dumbledore is just a trivial matter.

After taking Draco away, Voldemort thought carefully. He knew that at this moment, he was the enemy of the world.

The black wizard wants to kill him, and the white wizard wants to kill him. Looking around, there are all enemies.

The enemy of the year is still the enemy.

The former loyal comrade-in-arms became the frontline personnel who suppressed him.

The most loyal servants were imprisoned in remote Azkaban, guarded by a dementor, so heavily guarded that he was unable to rescue the servants.

There is no doubt that the best place is to hide to wake up Draco and fulfill Quirrell's unbreakable oath.

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets!

According to the legend of Hogwarts, which has been passed down for thousands of years, the white wizards have searched for places that they could not find countless times, which can block the search in the direction of Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

As for the diary's pseudo-Dark Lord group represented by Lucius, only the diary knows this place.

Voldemort knew himself.

When he was young, Tom was full of vigor, pointing out the world, and inspiring words.

He is young and vigorous, and has his own pride.

The great Dark Lord couldn't possibly go down the sewers.

The diary will come, and it will only enter after conquering Hogwarts in an upright manner.

"So, you understand?" Voldemort handed Quirrell his body and fell into a deep sleep.

Leave the dirty work to Quirrell.

The dark lord when he was young didn't go into the sewers, but when he was old... Voldemort meant that the mature dark lord certainly wouldn't go into the sewers!

"I know!"

Quirrell didn't mind.

Dirty is a bit dirty, but in order to survive, there is no shame.

No one except the Dark Lord knew that he went through the sewer, and when he got out, he was still alive and kicking, doing what he wanted to do.

The only thing I need to pay attention to is that I am regarded as a member of the infrastructure group, or a pervert...

Quirrell sighed, it was a matter of life and death, and he didn't care so much.

Quirrell jumped down the water pipe with the sleeping Draco in his arms.

Quirrell didn't want to describe the mess inside.

The Hogwarts sewers are intricate, like a labyrinth, the devil's maze, the magic tower, it's a joke in front of the Hogwarts sewers.

Fortunately, as a Ravenclaw graduate, Quirrell has an amazing memory.

The basilisk took him once, and he kept the route in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but Quirrell finally felt that the front suddenly became clear.

"There seems to be something wrong." Quirrell's ears trembled, and he faintly heard the snake screaming.

Hiss, hiss.

"Could it be that the basilisk is back?" Quirrell was furious. Well, you basilisk ran fast. It doesn't matter if you didn't complete the task. Even the master abandoned you. Are you still a human?

Oh, the basilisk is not a human being, so it's okay.

That night, you brought me a mouse. Although I hated it, I read it tearfully in the face of our colleagues. How much did you pay?

As a result, I was terrified outside, and you ran back to Hogwarts to eat and drink.

There is no reason!

Quirrell decided that he must participate in the Basilisk Book in front of the Dark Lord.

What age is this?The basilisk should not rely on its status as a Slytherin breeder to dominate, but should make a contribution.

The Dark Lord is in his infancy, and no one is available, no matter whether it is a human, a snake or a monster, everyone must think of one thing, work hard, and work together to accomplish great things.

In the future, the rise of the Dark Lord and the conquest of the magic world will reward us for our merits.

At that time, I will drink butter beer one cup after another, and you can eat fresh roosters one by one.

Quirrell awakens Voldemort.

"Master, we must make it clear to the basilisk."

Voldemort was expressionless, he could not speak because of the stench.

Are you sick?

Can you get out of the sewer and give it a clean? Are you talking to me?

Am I the Dark Lord who smells like this?

But the hissing snake sound seemed familiar, and Voldemort listened carefully.

"Help... help me..."

A faint, low, cold, looming voice reached Voldemort's ears.

Voldemort gasped.

His brain was spinning rapidly, his wits burning, trying to figure out what happened.

"After thinking about it, there are only two possibilities."

"First, the basilisk was badly injured by the black wizard in Gaunt's old house and had to return to the secret room. It screamed miserably. I hope I will jump out and help it when I hear it."

"Second..." Voldemort's eyes shone brightly: "The basilisk was not injured. Its superb intelligence found it invincible, so it retreated on its own initiative, but was discovered by the dark wizard in Gaunt's old house, and he followed the clues and entered the secret room!"

The matter was of great importance, and Voldemort ignored the stench, and he quickly ordered Quirrell.

"Go save it!"

Ah this.

Quirrell twitched the corner of his mouth, the first one is okay, if it is the second result of Voldemort's guess, why should I save it?

Since the black wizard dared to send people to chase and kill the basilisk, he must be an elite with strong spells, ruthless, and rich combat experience.

Quirrell himself is very forceful, it's okay to beat one or two dark wizards, if there are too many...he had to die for Voldemort.

"Master, no!" Quirrell waved his hands again and again, he figured it out.

Just now, the reason why the black wizard was defeated at the first touch and was defeated by the little Hogwarts wizard was not because the diary was not good enough, but because the elite was sent out to encircle the basilisk!

Think about it and know, who is the diary?

The Dark Lord in his youth!

He personally sent black wizards to garrison Gaunt's old house. There must be some indiscriminate ones, but how could there be no elites?

The elite of the black wizards were left there to hunt the basilisks. Quirrell felt that it was more important to remain useful at this time.

Maybe I can help my colleagues collect the corpses.

You can't let your colleagues expose dead bodies in the wilderness...the secret room.

"Stupid!" Voldemort almost wanted to curse: "The basilisk, a rare magical creature that hasn't appeared in England for hundreds of years, who would be willing to throw it here? Whether it's snake skin, snake meat, fangs, or poison sacs, they are all good things." Good magic material!"

Quirrell nodded. Sure enough, he was worthy of being the master. He thought carefully and thought of something I didn't think of.

From this point of view, my good colleague will not expose the corpse chamber, but a dead body, all parts of his body were divided by evil black wizards.

Quirrell shivered, it was too scary, so I couldn't go down.

Life is alive, safety first.

"What are you afraid of!" Voldemort not only wanted to curse, but also wanted to kill.

"Listen carefully, the basilisk's sound is very steady, what does that mean?" Voldemort's eyes shone with wisdom: "It is evenly matched with the dark wizard who is chasing after it, and no one can do anything to him. Be the last straw that crushes the Dark Wizard!"

Quirrell thought calmly and analyzed carefully.

He straightened his ears, and sure enough, the hissing sound of the snake was endless, long and short, but very clear, not at all like when the animal was weak.

"The true qualities of a hero can only be shown when the sea is in the water." Quirrell weighed Draco in his hand, and it's time for me, Quirrell, to appear on the stage!

Good colleague, don't worry, I'll come to rescue you right away!

Brothers encounter difficulties in the future, remember to lend a hand.

I don't want anything else, a life for a life, just save my life!

Quirrell didn't hesitate anymore, he ran slowly in the pipe, holding Draco, he weighed nearly two hundred catties in total, extremely heavy, and the pipe he stepped on made a thumping sound.

The Great Hall of the Chamber of Secrets, under the Slytherin statue.

Tom and Avery panicked at the same time.

What the hell is that sound.

"It's not a basilisk. The basilisk behaves more like a snake. It swims silently. It can not only kill people with deadly eyes, but also hide in the shadows, jumping out suddenly and beating people with poison."

Tom looked ugly.

The Slytherin Chamber of Secrets is so secret that only Tom has known the exact location for thousands of years.

"The Dark Lord who is in full swing now is a fake, and the headmaster of Hogwarts is pretending, that is to say, only I know where the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets is!"

"Combined with the battle just now...Damn it, what is Avery doing?"

Avery sneered, with such a loud voice, it was obviously not the patriarch of the contemporary Malfoy family who came to inspect the treasure.

The inspectors will only sneak over and don't make any noise.

"Bellatrix, you made up your mind to keep me here!" Avery looked towards the direction of the pipeline with resentment. With such a loud voice, it was obvious that there were many people.

"Her people are fully prepared to fight. I am definitely not the opponent, so I can only escape!"

"Don't open the treasure, tell me where to escape now!" Avery said nothing, and greeted Tom with the Cruciatus Curse.

Poor Tom, in order to summon the basilisk, he consumes too much soul power to make a Parseltongue sound, and his body is more fragile. The Cruciatus Curse is a curse with increasing pain and damage.

For each Cruciatus Curse, the pain level will be 20.00% higher than the previous one.

Avery's Cruciatus Curse came over, and Tom screamed in pain.

Just now, Tom's anger gauge has been full.

Now, with the help of Avery's final Cruciatus Curse, Tom's rage is off the charts!

Tolerable or unbearable.

Do I really think Tom is short-tempered?

"The basilisk can't kill you, right? Well, someone will be able to kill you!" Tom was furious. If I don't kill you today, I won't be named Riddle!

Wait, it seems like I really don't want this last name.

In other words.

"If I don't kill you today, I'll be a descendant of Slytherin!" Tom endured the pain, pretending to be expressionless, and showed Avery the way.

"Go over there."

The sound in the pipe was getting louder and louder, and Avery didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly ran along the path pointed by Tom.

When Quirrell was full of bravery, holding his wand in one hand and Draco in the other, and ran out of the sewer pipe with a stench all over his body, he found that there was nothing in the Slytherin secret room in Nuoda.

"Master, I just heard the basilisk calling!" Quirrell pointed to the front of the Slytherin statue, and he swore he heard it right.

Quirrell and Voldemort have two faces, looking back and forth, looking in all directions.

It is said that some gods in the East have four faces on one head, and they can look wherever they want. Anyone who fights with them cannot escape his eyes. Now Quirrell and Voldemort have joined forces, and they already have half the power of the gods.

"I think there must be something strange." Voldemort mused, as a Parseltongue, he was very familiar with the snake's voice.

The hissing just now was indeed as Quirrell said.

Then why not now...

Voldemort is blessed to the heart.

"Understood, you are the one who stinks!"

Quirrell: "..."

This fucking basilisk runs around in the sewer every day, not afraid of the smell, but afraid of this on me?

"You know a fart." Voldemort said: "The basilisk has smooth scales and is not stained with dust. Any dirty things will automatically stay away from him, but what about you?"

Everything the master says is right.

Quirrell sighed.

"Clean up!"

Quirrell did not forget Draco, and cleaned up to let the dirt on Quirrell and Draco dissipate.

Voldemort and Quirrell took a quick breath of fresh air.

The smell was too strong just now, and now when I breathe, I can faintly feel the sweetness contained in the air.

"Too bad we're in England," Quirrell said.

He heard that the air in the Lighthouse Country, where Ilvermorny Academy of Magic is located, is even sweeter. I don't know if he will ever breathe in his life.

The smell disappeared, and Quirrell waited for a long time, but the basilisk still did not come out.

Voldemort frowned.

"It seems that the basilisk was seriously injured." Voldemort deduced, "It smelled Draco too strangely, so it dared not come out."

The basilisk is too rare a creature. Quirrell has only seen it in books and doesn't know its habits.

Whatever the owner says is what it is.

But such a big basilisk, with its fangs and claws looking fierce and vicious, is actually less courageous than the tip of a needle, and Quirrell is full of disdain.

I really want you to save my life in the future.

That's it, this is it?

When encountering difficulties, I am afraid that the basilisk can run faster than me!

"Forget it, don't worry about it, as long as there is no dark wizard." Voldemort said, "The most urgent thing is to wake Draco up first, and unbreak your unbreakable oath!"

Quirrell had no objection, he put Draco on the ground.

In Gaunt's old house before, there were a lot of dark wizards watching, and he didn't dare to use many harmful magic on Draco.

Now Quirrell decides to show his talents!

While Quirrell was busy concocting Draco, under Tom's guidance, Avery successfully rushed out of a puddle of water.

Avery looked around, only to feel that it was white and delicate, and the tentacles were cold.

Oops.

Avery took a deep breath.

It's like a toilet.