Chapter 165 "The Return of the Dark Lord"

"Is it dead?"

Nelson bent down, picked up a piece of rubble that had been knocked to his feet by the explosion, and threw it at the basilisk's head.

"boom--"

The stone flew away quickly, and bounced away at an even faster speed.

"It's not dead, but it's become much better," Tom clenched his hands, and the basilisk's eyes turned a deep and strange pure black, making Nelson close his eyes unconsciously. He glanced at the stone drawing The parabola and the distant landing point, pondered for a moment, and said, "Your arm strength is quite good."

"It's about the same as a professional athlete my age," Nelson nodded. "I've been training hard."

The strong twisting of the basilisk gradually weakened, and a black smoke floated from its forehead, slowly dissipating.

"That's all right," said Tom, with a slight cough. "Can you take these...spears away? We don't need to stick them in there now."

"oh."

Nelson clapped his hands, and the spear inserted into the ground emitted a burst of golden light, trembling violently, then rose from the ground, turned into several streamers of light in the air, and fell back into Nelson's pocket.

The basilisk, which was free from restraint, crawled out of the slough under Tom's order, its body was covered with mucus, and some soft new scales scratched the shrapnel left on the ground, leaving white scratches one after another.

Tom raised his wand and muttered words, the red light in his eyes was even brighter, and the same red light appeared in the eyes of the basilisk. Two milky white veils stretched from the eyelids, covering the pair of powerful pupils that could petrify everything. up.

Then, like a marionette, it slid in front of Tom in a stiff posture, pressing its huge head to the ground.

This is a sign of surrender.

"Honestly, I feel aggrieved by it," Nelson said, looking at the basilisk lying motionless in front of Tom, "It is said that the basilisk's eyes are extremely powerful, but it didn't even use those eyes much today." Eye."

"Isn't that what fighting is like?"

Tom said without looking back, raised his hand, and put it on the basilisk's head. He pulled out a cloud of black mist and held it in his hand. Nelson took a closer look, and the black mist showed the shape of a snake. Shape, Tom waved his hands, the black light in his palm dissipated along with the snake-shaped black mist, but the basilisk that threatened to disappear was still lying on the spot, showing its most humble posture, Tom curled his lips, walked towards Nelson, and said, "Never There is no evenly matched confrontation, since we know that its eyes are very powerful, then naturally we will not let it have a chance to use it."

"That's right," Nelson nodded. "Battles are different from duels. You don't hit me and I hit you after saluting... On the Muggle battlefield, if you see a group of enemies who are eating, the first thing you do is One thing is to pull out the machine gun and shoot right away."

"It really doesn't talk about martial arts." Tom was speechless in a strange way.

"Don't we too?" Nelson smiled.

"Okay, it's time to fix the Chamber of Secrets." Tom's image of a master who had maintained for a while immediately collapsed. He patted Nelson on the shoulder, walked towards the direction of the statue, and said, "Help me... I hope nothing valuable is stolen smash."

"All right."

Nelson shrugged and walked to the other side. The two waved their wands. The scattered fragments on the ground returned to their original positions one by one, fitting into the previous positions. The little alchemists summoned by Nelson were packed together one by one.

"By the way, Nel." Tom's voice sounded from the opposite side of Nelson, "You won't leave again after you're here, right?"

"No more." Nelson replied loudly, "Didn't I say that this time I will stay until graduation, and I don't want to be a wizard without a diploma."

"oh!"

The secret room fell silent, and the two of them devoted themselves to the intense restoration work.

"By the way, Tom," it was Nelson's voice who broke the silence this time. He said, "I went to Hangleton earlier to visit the Riddle family. Mr. Riddle doesn't seem to be in very good health."

"Oh..." Tom was silent for a moment, and then said, "I checked it secretly once, and he was injured by too many potions when he was young, and it can almost be concluded that it is a love potion."

"I see……"

"After escaping from...there," Tom's inaudible voice sounded again, "in order to get rid of the pain of that incident, he tried many immature Muggle treatments, which caused irreversible damage to his nerves. , his time is numbered."

"Can you—"

"No," Tom's voice still could not hear any emotion, he said flatly and very slowly, "I asked Professor Slughorn and Miss Joy, his life is a dying candle, He is almost on the verge of exhaustion, and simply treating the disease may make him die sooner... His weak life can only support such a weak body."

"Oh..." Nelson sighed, and continued to ask, "I saw you and Ke—"

"By the way, Gnar," Tom interrupted him suddenly. He didn't really want to talk about what Nelson mentioned. Tom turned his head and asked loudly, "Did you get that grimacing moth?"

"got it."

"When are you going to practice that Animagus?" Tom seemed to have found some valuables that had been broken, and suddenly kicked something cursingly.

"Let's finish the OWLs," Nelson said after thinking for a while, "I want to find a place where it will be sunny at the beginning of the vacation, and it will start to rain after more than a month."

"Yes, it's similar to the information I checked."

"What information."

"After I heard about it before, I also went to check it out, and I found a place that might meet your requirements."

"Where?" Nelson asked happily.

"Albania." Tom's tone became brisk, "The weather in that place has been sunny in June and July when the exams are over, but it will rain frequently in summer and autumn."

"Really?"

"It just so happens that I'm going to find something in the Albanian forest." Even though Tom's face can't be seen, Nelson can hear his beaming eyebrows at the moment, "so I can find something to do when I accompany you, no As for being boring."

Whether it's a Muggle or a wizard, it's always easier to destroy than to repair. This battle seemed to last for a long time, but in fact it only took less than half an hour, and repairing these damaged artifacts took the two of them an entire afternoon. .

While Nelson was repairing the battle damage, he was cleaning the battlefield. Nagini was idly crawling around beside Tom. Only the basilisk remained motionless in its kneeling posture.

After an unknown amount of time, Nelson took a step back and bumped into Tom's back. He turned around, saw Tom grinning, and said with a smile, "You're so skinny, your lute bone hit me."

"This is a healthy body," Tom rolled his eyes, stood on tiptoes and looked at the top of Nelson's head, and said, "In terms of the current mainstream aesthetics, height is more important."

"Hmph." Nelson shrugged, noncommittal.

"Have you finished over there?" Tom asked, waving his wand, and a bookshelf full of scorched bullet holes flew to the two of them. He stroked the burn marks on the bookshelf, his eyes were full of distress, "I went to I looked at the antique shop in Diagon Alley, and there is a later and worse-looking one than mine, which can sell for more than 5,000 Galleons."

"What do you know, war-damaged antiques have a sense of age." Nelson curled his lips and said, "Imagine what historians will draw when they find that this bookshelf is full of bullet holes." A story? If it can be connected to an important historical event, it must be worth twice as much!"

"Is that so?" asked Tom suspiciously. "Why don't I believe it?"

"It's not important," Nelson rubbed his stomach and said, "Let's go eat, I'm hungry, and I have to go back to school after dinner."

"Well," asked Tom, throwing the bookshelf aside, "didn't Aberforth do it for you?"

"His biggest hobby is to argue with his brother," Nelson shrugged, "It is said that Professor Dumbledore planned to keep my student status directly, based on the three years I studied at Hogwarts, but he insisted on This bar."

"Hahaha." Tom clapped his hands and applauded Aberforth, "It's really amazing."

"That's right," Nelson walked to the gate of the palace indifferently, opened his arms, and some little alchemists holding various small balls jumped towards him from the shadows, and jumped into each corner of the coat in a line. In his pocket, he maintained his movement and said, "Fortunately, the procedures are not troublesome, otherwise I would really have to drink butter beer in his pig's head bar to get back my money."

"Well, but you have to meet Dumbledore, he is acting as the headmaster now," Tom said with a flat mouth, seeing that all the little alchemists around Nelson disappeared, he stepped forward, put Nelson on the shoulders, and asked Walk to the exit of the secret room, "Of course, eating is more important."

"Speaking of which, I kind of miss the pumpkin juice at Hogwarts."

"Don't miss tomatoes?"

"No, thank you." Nelson waved his hand, "I quit."

...

"Nelson, I've always wanted to thank you in person." At the dinner table, Alphard shook Nelson's hand vigorously. He raised his eyebrows and said, "That thing really works."

"It's okay," Nelson said, raising his eyebrows in satisfaction, "I knew you needed it."

"what?"

Walburga grabbed her younger brother, the conversation between the two riddlers made her feel uncomfortable, but she felt Tom's gaze out of the corner of her eye, she coughed lightly, and gently let go of her brother, with a ladylike manner Small mouthfuls of lettuce on the table. After three years of growth, Walburga has fulfilled her wish to become the beautiful girl she longed for, but this pretty girl must not talk to her younger brother, otherwise she will reveal her true colors in an instant and turn into a irascible of fantastic animals.

But Alphard's changes were beyond people's expectations. Everyone thought that he would grow into an authentic hunk with curly blond hair and wheat-colored skin. Not to mention that he could run a horse on his arm, he could at least hold a statue with one hand, but Alpha However, De has become a gentle-looking, handsome and even a little girly young boy wearing gold-rimmed glasses. It has to be said that the appearance of the Black family has never disappointed, but only those who are familiar with it know that this look The guy who looks like a good baby has so much bad water hidden in his stomach.

The surrounding Slytherin students cast curious glances at this place while eating. The lower grade students had never seen this senior classmate, and those who knew Nelson were also surprised at the sudden appearance of this guy who had disappeared for three years. They talked in low voices, but as Tom's eyes flicked, those who were talking fell silent.

Nelson noticed this scene and raised his eyebrows.

"Professor Slughorn is watching you," Tom whispered, poking Nelson with his arm.

"I saw it," Nelson said in a low voice, lowering his head. "I'm going to find him after dinner. It's too embarrassing right now."

"But I feel that with his personality, he will come to you later."

"Shouldn't he come to you?" Nelson said, leaning back tactically, "It's mainly because I'm a bit bad at Potions, and he doesn't seem to like me very much."

"Since you signed two consecutive articles on "Transfiguration Today" last year, he has already begun to conceive a story of how to discover a young Muggle-born wizard's talent for transfiguration, until you really did it two months later. After publishing an independent article, he has already started to tell others."

"That's right," interjected Alphard. "Didn't we copy your homework a lot when we were in first grade? He even told someone once that he was acquiescing to this behavior because he thought that letting us copy your homework would make us feel better." Learn more useful things by yourself...such as flashes of inspiration or something."

"There is such an operation?" Nelson was dumbfounded.

"That's right, and since you've left, everyone's homework has been painful," Alphard nodded earnestly, gave Nelson a funny salute, blinked, and said, "Master Dark Lord, everyone is welcoming you." What about your return?"

"hiss--"

Nelson gasped, and the gaze around him, which he had just been able to adapt to just now, suddenly made him feel a thorn in his back, so he stood up, quickly grabbed a piece of bread, and said, "It suddenly occurred to me that there is—"

"Oh!" A big hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder and grabbed him. Nelson raised his head and saw a bald middle-aged man who was chubby like a walrus and said loudly, "This is not my favorite student Williams. Sir? When will you come back? I don't know if you tell me in advance and ask the teacher to pick you up."

"Professor Slughorn, hello." Nelson smiled palely.