Chapter 147: Changes in the Spell

The handsome and pale boy retracted his gaze and looked at the person in front of him.

Lockhart was stunned. He looked at the boy and then at the diary in his hand.

If he was not mistaken, a person ran out of the diary?

"Dude..." Lockhart swallowed, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The boy smiled, "My name is Tom Riddle. As you can see, I am the person who talked to you in the diary these days, and I am also the owner of the diary."

"But didn't you say that you have been dead for a long time?"

"Yes." Tom Riddle nodded, "But now I am alive."

As he said, he slowly raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at Lockhart, and a ray of light floated.

"What are you doing?" Lockhart was stunned.

Tom Riddle replied, "Just as you thought, I want to kill you."

"Ah?" Lockhart's eyelids jumped, and he laughed, "Brother, I'm a coward, don't joke like this..."

"No." Tom Riddle said, "I'm not kidding you."

He put the wand on Lockhart's face.

Lockhart felt a sting on his face, and liquid flowed down and slid into his mouth.

He pursed his lips, smelled a rusty taste, and his face froze.

"Brother." Lockhart persuaded with a stiff smile, "I'm just making a deal with you, there's no need to do this..."

"But I suddenly changed my mind and don't want to trade with you." Tom Riddle smiled.

"That's fine!" Lockhart said very straightforwardly, "It's just a minor problem. It doesn't matter whether it's cured or not. How can I trouble you, brother?"

Tom Riddle still shook his head, and then the smile on his face disappeared, and he said coldly:

"I only give you two choices."

"Either die or become my slave."

As he said, he pressed the wand down and pressed it against Lockhart's neck.

Lockhart suddenly screamed, and felt his flesh being torn apart. The smell of blood rushed into his nose, and his clothes were soaked with blood.

At this moment, the wand on his neck was still exerting force, deeply embedded in his flesh.

He was in great pain, knelt down, gritted his teeth and said:

"I can help you do things, and I will never expose your existence..."

"Good idea." Tom Riddle smiled and said, "It's a pity that there is no such option."

"I will only give you one last chance to consider." He looked at Lockhart coldly.

"I..." Lockhart felt another pain in his neck, as if his entire neck was about to be cut off.

He let out a shrill cry, half of his face was stained with blood, and the whole person rolled wildly on the ground.

Tom Riddle watched indifferently from the side, indifferent.

Until the blood flowed all over the ground and the shrill cry became extremely weak, he asked:

"What do you think, Gilderoy?"

Lockhart covered his neck, his lips turned pale, and his voice was so weak that it was difficult to hear:

"I am willing... willing to be your... slave... servant..."

"Very good, don't resist."

Tom smiled and raised his wand.

A black mark was imprinted on Lockhart's forehead and then disappeared.

Then, he looked at the blood on the ground, licked his lips, and a smile of enjoyment appeared on his pale face.

"Go, come back when I call you."

A bottle of potion was thrown on Lockhart's face with a snap.

Lockhart quickly reached out to pick it up, but because he was too weak, he couldn't open the cork.

Tom Riddle only glanced at it.

He ignored it and walked to the blonde girl beside him. A black mist rose up and was sucked into his mouth and nose.

"It's almost there." Tom Riddle smiled.

The body that was originally real enough became more solid, and the magic power in the body also increased further.

It won't be long before this girl will completely become his nutrition and die silently.

At that time, his soul will also be completely revived and completely free from the constraints of the diary, the Horcrux.

...

"Professor McGonagall! Professor McGonagall!"

A few days later, at night, Professor Flitwick suddenly broke into Professor McGonagall's room with an anxious look on his face.

Professor McGonagall was sitting on the desk, looking down at the documents. When he heard the voice, he raised his head with his glasses and said in surprise:

"What's the matter so late? Professor Flitwick?"

"Lockhart... Professor Lockhart..." Professor Flitwick panted.

Professor McGonagall said, "Speak slowly, Professor Flitwick, don't be in a hurry."

"Okay... okay... huh..." Professor Flitwick took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"Didn't Professor Lockhart make a rule last week that he would be the one to inspect the school hospital, and the rest of the people don't have to worry about it?" He said,

"I don't trust him very much, so I went to check today. Miss Ginny Weasley, who you sent to the school hospital a few days ago, has disappeared today!"

"Ah?" Professor McGonagall was startled, stood up and asked quickly, "Where is Madam Pomfrey?"

Flitwick replied, "I didn't see her in the school hospital, so I checked it out. It seems that Professor Lockhart said that St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries held an important seminar a few days ago and sent her out."

Professor McGonagall's face suddenly sank, she paced back and forth a few steps, and immediately walked out of the office:

"I'm going to see Professor Lockhart."

The two rushed to the door of Professor Lockhart's office and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, Lockhart opened it, but his face and neck were wrapped in gauze, and there was blood on it, which immediately made the two people a little suspicious.

"Do you two have something to ask me?" Lockhart covered his neck and grimaced, as if he was in pain.

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Lockhart looked at the anxious look of the two people, his eyes rolled around, as if he guessed something, and sighed:

"Hey, don't say it, I have failed the role of acting principal."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick looked at each other.

Lockhart continued: "Last night, the monster in the secret room broke into the school hospital again. I don't know why, and kidnapped the little blonde girl. I chased after it, and the result was..."

Lockhart said, and sighed again.

"Then why did you tell us about this now?" Flitwick stared into his eyes.

Professor McGonagall also had a serious face and was not satisfied with this wording.

"Why?" Seeing that the two did not believe him, Lockhart untied the gauze, revealing the deep scar underneath, which almost penetrated the entire neck!

"This..." Professor McGonagall was a little surprised. The injury was real and serious.

"That's the reason." Lockhart sighed, "I was knocked away by the monster, hit something, and fainted. I just woke up and found the injury on my neck..."

"I am also very anxious now..." He gritted his teeth and said:

"We must find the monster as soon as possible and save the blonde girl... I hope she is still safe and I hope everything is in time."

Professor McGonagall frowned and asked: "What are you going to do now?"

Lockhart thought for a while and said:

"Professor Flitwick and I will be responsible for finding the traces of the monster, and the other professors will still guard the dormitories of each college to protect the safety of the students.

In addition, I would like to trouble Professor McGonagall to inform the girl's family of this news..."

...

In an abandoned dormitory in Gryffindor Tower

Meka Anders was practicing various transfiguration spells. Lights flashed, and the only pair of tables and chairs in the dormitory kept rolling and squirming, changing back and forth into various shapes.

He seemed tireless, repeating again and again.

From night to early morning, there was a buzzing sound in his head, as if some changes had occurred.

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