Malfoy felt like he had broken into an endless pipe, it was pitch black and sticky everywhere, and the overcast wind caused by convection made his face hurt, like a sharp knife passing by his ears, some places The slope is very steep, the entire passage turns seven times and eight turns, and there are some forks made up of small pipes, but obviously it cannot accommodate the width of a person.
To be on the safe side, Malfoy cast a levitation technique on himself to absorb the shock and avoid accidents.
But it seemed that he was overthinking, the back part of the water pipe suddenly became horizontal, he emerged from the mouth of the pipe, stepped on the wet ground smoothly, and then a dark stone tunnel lay in front of him, The tunnel is big enough for a person to stand in it.
"Lumos!" He waved his wand, illuminating himself.
Even though he slowed down his pace, his footsteps still made a pattering sound on the wet ground. There was nothing in the tunnel except the sound of footsteps, which further accentuated its eerie and desolate atmosphere, not to mention the occasional footsteps. To the crackling sound of the skulls of various other animals.
"Is this the guy's faded skin?" Malfoy looked at the huge snake skin not far away, it was dazzling bright green, it was coiled and lying on the tunnel floor, and the inside was empty. Apparently, the animal that had just shed its skin was at least twenty feet long, which would be a massive six meters long in meters.
Hunters in the forest always say something like this, I would rather face 500 poisonous snakes than face a boa constrictor, a bite of the former may have an antidote, and the latter will hang you directly, you will feel Seeing that the oxygen in my body is getting less and less, and life is lost a little bit. Watching myself going to death may be more frightening than death itself.
Then the basilisk that needs to be faced now has a huge body and venomous fangs. Combining the two, it also opened an instant death hang that stuns people and kills in seconds.
Of course, Malfoy didn't come to die, at least his identity wouldn't make Riddle turn on him as soon as he saw him, and Riddle might still be a little lonely after being silent for so long, Lockhart and him definitely couldn't talk, most of the time Del looked at him like he was looking at an idiot.
In the original book, Riddle had a rough bragging with Harry before he started to kill.
Malfoy continued to walk past the huge snakeskin, the tunnel turned one bend after another, and finally, carefully turning another bend, he found a solid wall ahead, carved with two A pair of intertwined snakes with large, shiny emeralds in their eyes, letting people know that the green light in their eyes is more than just a word to describe.
"It really doesn't work." Malfoy's body tensed up. He tried to deform his buttons just now, but found that it didn't work. He tore open a rooster roaring letter, and found that it was also like a deflated rubber ball. Same, "Squib".
"He's really prepared." Malfoy felt cold, but it didn't affect his plan.
"Open." Malfoy said to the two stone snakes in the snake language he forcibly remembered.
The snake on the wall began to swim slowly, so that it was completely separated, and the wall was also divided into two halves, revealing a passage.
Malfoy dived in.
He looked around. It was a long, dark room, surrounded by many towering stone pillars, all of which were engraved with coiled and entangled serpents. These pillars supported the ceiling that melted into the darkness above, It casts long and treacherous black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mysterious atmosphere.
"It's not good to be stared at by this thing." Malfoy shuddered. No matter from which angle, Malfoy felt that the Stone Snake was staring at him closely, which made him feel oppressed and quite uncomfortable.
When he came parallel to the last pair of stone pillars, there loomed before him a statue as tall as the room itself, clinging to the darkened wall behind.
It was an old, monkey-like face, with a long, sparse beard that fell almost to the hem of the wizard's robes carved in stone, and two gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room. Between those two feet lay a man in an emerald green robe. The hair is golden and wavy.
"Oh..." Malfoy sighed inwardly. It's one thing to speculate, but another to see it with his own eyes. When he really saw Lockhart, his mood was still very complicated. He didn't expect this idiot to be so disappointing.
A figure suddenly slid out from behind the stone pillar, and Malfoy knew at a glance that the master had arrived. The figure had black hair and a tall figure, but his body was not completely solid, it was somewhat transparent, making people feel that he was a ghost.
"Oh?" the boy said. "I thought it would be Harry Potter who came here, but I didn't expect it to be you."
"I'll think about it." He said to himself. "Well, besides Harry, Lockhart admires you the most, because you gave him a bottle of his favorite whiskey, which is ridiculous. Draco Malfoy, right?" Riddle looked at Malfoy Said, with some sarcasm in his tone, he should be targeting Lockhart, so far he has not shown any malice, perhaps because Malfoy is a pure blood.
"Lord Dark Lord!" Malfoy began to show off his acting skills again, he clasped his hands on his chest, with a frenzied look in his eyes, and shouted reverently.
Riddle was startled when he heard the name, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he was going to kill if he didn't agree with each other.
Malfoy ignored him at all, as if he had discovered something, he rushed straight to the diary next to Lockhart.
"Stay away from that notebook!" Riddle sternly yelled, a scarlet light flashed in his eyes, Malfoy ignored him, he quickly took out a bottle containing bright red liquid, and poured it on the diary.
"Don't you dare!" Riddle raised the wand in his hand, but it was very uncoordinated. Lockhart's wand was too gorgeous, covered with various patterns, but Riddle could only use it, but he Soon it stopped again.
"Oh, the taste of life." Riddle licked the corner of his mouth intoxicatedly, as if he was enjoying an old wine, he put down his wand. "What is this?" he asked.
"Dragon blood." Malfoy seemed to realize that he had lost his composure just now, and stammered out the word.
"Perfect!" Riddle said excitedly, and it seemed that Malfoy had initially gained his trust. "Much stronger than the vitality of this idiot." He said while looking at Lockhart who was lying on the side with disgust.
"How do you know these secrets?" But Riddle still looked at him scrutinizingly. "My father told me." Malfoy said with as much pride as possible.
"Lucius?" Riddle murmured. Obviously, he already knew almost all of Lockhart's memories, and these circumstances could already be checked. "It seems that your father is very trustworthy under my command." Riddle laughed.
"My father doesn't want to believe the fact that you are dead. He firmly believes that the Dark Lord is impossible to die. You are an omnipotent god. A body will not stop you." Malfoy continued to praise the person in front of him. People, he saw that Riddle's body gradually turned into a real shape, which was completely different from the original one. The Riddle just now seemed to be blown away by the wind.
"So he chose to temporarily return to the wizarding society to lay the foundation for your comeback. I think you already know from Lockhart's mind that our family is very rich and can definitely help you." Malfoy said lowly Riddle scratched his head, "So please forgive him for his seemingly betrayal before." It seemed that Riddle was not going to raise his head until he forgave his father.
Riddle stroked Lockhart's gorgeous wand, and said happily: "You father and son have already demonstrated your loyalty with actions. I am satisfied, so how can I blame you?". He added: "If I hadn't been a trustworthy person, I don't think I would have told your father this important secret of mine."
"Look up." Riddle said, his tone was much thicker than before, exuding the majesty of a superior.
"Oh, don't be nervous, child, I have always been tolerant towards my loyal subordinates, not to mention that you have done nothing wrong." He said tolerantly, giving people a very uncoordinated feeling. Can you imagine a teenager uttering such old-fashioned words
"Yes." Malfoy raised his head slowly.
"Take it easy." Riddle said, a loyal subordinate and his son found him and gave him such a big help, which made him feel better immediately.
"Will that man die?" Malfoy pointed at Lockhart a little shyly, showing the fear that a teenager should have in the face of a dead person.
"Oh, that's an interesting question," said Riddle cheerfully. "It's a long story. As far as I can see, the real reason why Lockhart became like this is that he opened his heart to an invisible stranger and poured out all his secrets."
It seemed that he had held it in for too long, or maybe he wanted to show off to his loyal subordinates, to show off his loyalty or something, Riddle began to talk about how he bewitched Lockhart.
"To be honest, I've lived for so many years, and this is the first time I've encountered such a strange thing." Riddle couldn't help laughing happily.
"He told me that he was ashamed in his class. What's that called? Elf? Dozens of elves made his class go crazy. I comforted him, but he is actually very capable."
"It's so funny, I wonder if Dumbledore is completely blind, and chose such an idiot as the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts." He sneered.
"Fortunately, it's just a memory. If you knew that you were inferior to this idiot, you would have killed him immediately." Malfoy didn't forget to complain in his heart, but on the surface he still focused on listening to the leader's lecture.
"Then I watched him write in his diary. He was afraid that one day he would be found to be a person who knew nothing but the Forgetting Curse. He wanted to keep a low profile, but he couldn't help showing off experiences that didn't belong to him. He just kept blaming himself, and I kept enlightening him—you are capable, but you just lack an opportunity.”
"I also asked him to kill chickens, and told him that he could gain strength in this way. He really believed it, and he laughed so hard."
"En." Riddle pondered for a moment, and continued: "There should be a Quidditch match that day. To be honest, that kind of match is the most boring sport I have ever seen."
"+1" Malfoy said in his heart, feeling that he had found a bosom friend.
"He actually lost the bones of the boy who beat me." Riddle laughed wantonly, "so I must reward him," he said.
"He wrote in his diary again that he couldn't bear to bear so many suspicious eyes anymore. He wanted real strength." Riddle chuckled. "So I'll satisfy him."
"But there is nothing in the world that is not exchanged at equal value, so he paid with his life." Riddle looked at Lockhart lying on the ground with disgust. "In a little while he should be dead."
"I'm very satisfied," Riddle said. "It seems that the assistant he defeated was also my subordinate, Draco, do you know what's going on?"
Malfoy shook his head playfully.
"Well, I can't expect a child to sort everything out." Riddle muttered to himself.
"Well, my strength hasn't fully recovered yet, it will take some time, you go, I will come to you again." He licked his lips. "The next time we meet at Hogwarts, there shouldn't be any Mudbloods appearing." He murmured.
Malfoy only said one sentence in his heart: "You're done." Then he went directly to Dumbledore's office to make a small report, and this year could end happily.
"However." He said gloomily, looking at a pillar behind Malfoy: "You seem to have brought in a tail, and you're still a dirty Mudblood."