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Bab 50: Chapter 50: Accident Part 1

"Master Dark Lord, you misunderstood. She's pureblood too, from the Parkinson family. She's my girlfriend and absolutely loyal," Draco said hurriedly, trying to signal to Pansy to swear allegiance.

Pansy just looked at them numbly.

"Oh, little Draco, you are a little naive," Riddle laughed. "Your eyes are not better than the nose of my basilisk."

"She is definitely a mudblood," Riddle said, raising his hand to cast a spell. Draco's eyes widened in fear, but he was powerless to stop it. The only thing that gave him a small sense of relief was that the spell was not green. He could only pray that his training had prepared him for this moment.

"Your performance just now was good. Do it again!" he thought, recalling Pansy's performance in the lounge earlier.

Hermione's defensive spell, "Protego," proved to be completely ineffective. The spell only slowed briefly before breaking through the invisible barrier.

"Did you see that?" Riddle laughed. "Potion? I have to admit, even for a mudblood, being able to brew this Potion in the second year is impressive."

"So, you can die knowing that you've been praised by me. You are the first mudblood that I have praised," Riddle said, raising his wand again, ready to cast the killing curse.

Draco was speechless, as if in a trance. He saw Pansy's face gradually morph into Hermione's, standing there pale and full of anger and despair.

Everything about Pansy's strange behavior suddenly made sense.

"What about the butterfly effect?" Draco thought frantically, trying to come up with a plan. He couldn't even predict how the story would progress.

Earlier ~~~

"Master Dark Lord!" Hermione, who was hiding behind the pillar, was almost startled by the title.

"Dragon Blood"... Hermione thought of the dragon blood that Draco had threatened them with during their first year.

"My father doesn't want to believe that you're dead. He's convinced that the Dark Lord is impossible to kill. You're an omnipotent god, and a mere body can't stop you."

"So he decided to return to the wizarding society temporarily to lay the foundations for your comeback. I think you already know from Lockhart's mind that our family is very rich and can definitely work for you."

"So please forgive him for his betrayal before."

"It turns out he's always been loyal to the mysterious man. Their father and son actually resurrected the mysterious man." Hermione realized how ridiculous her previous thoughts had been. She had actually wanted to protect a little Death Eater and had even had feelings for him. Now she felt guilty.

"But why does my heart hurt so much?" Hermione felt like her heart had been cut with a blunt knife and was bleeding, but it wasn't immediately fatal.

"Is Hogsmold's day all fake? Are the reminders on that note all fake?" she asked herself.

"Yes," she told herself. "He probably just wanted to play with the emotions of a Muggle-born wizard, so he did this to me."

"As for the reminder, it must be that he wanted us to die personally and be killed by the mysterious man in the final level." Don't underestimate anyone's ability to come up with rationalizations. Hermione was a bit stunned, but her thoughts made sense.

She forced herself to calm down. She had heard so many secrets; she had to leave here alive and tell Dumbledore. As for Draco, she didn't want to think about him anymore.

It was up to the school to decide what to do with him.

Poor Hermione's flower of love had been planted, sprouted, and then uprooted by someone's unintentional cruelty.

"You seem to have brought a tail with you, and it's still a dirty mudblood."... But now she had been found and was likely to die in the next second.

"Oh," Riddle laughed again and said to Malfoy: "Look at this mudblood, what is she going to do?"

Hermione grabbed a handful of roaring letters and scattered them into the air.

"I just praised you for being smart, why are you being stupid again now?" Riddle mocked.

"The Magic Artefacts are invalid. The anti-cheat charm invented by these teachers is really good." He applauded the curse, which made Hermione's heart colder.

"Oh, it looks like you think you can defeat the Basilisk?" Riddle smiled more happily, his arms crossed as he watched Hermione wave her wand like a clown, not prepared to stop at all.

Hermione felt like her body had fallen into an ice cave. The cold permeated every corner of her body.

She's dying.

"Looking at you, it seems you think it's okay to get rid of the Basilisk?" Riddle's mouth was slightly ridiculed.

"If my faithful servant hadn't given me dragon blood before, maybe I wouldn't have any threats, but now it's different." Riddle looked at his hands, intoxicated. "Now my body is getting closer to perfection."

"It's more than enough to deal with a mudblood like you." He raised his wand again, like a cat with a tired mouse. When he felt that the mouse was terrified to the extreme, he got bored and was about to eat it.

"Master Dark Lord, wait." Draco stopped talking.

"Yes?" Riddle condensed his smile, frowning as he looked at Draco suspiciously. "Are you going to plead for this dirty mudblood?"

"No, no, Master Dark Lord." Draco shook his head quickly.

"I'm sorry, sir." He went on. "I just forgot it." Malfoy pulled out a bottle from his arms, filled with silver liquid.

"The first battle of the Lord's resurrection should not be flawed," Draco said. "This is the blood of a unicorn, and with it, your body should be perfect. I was so excited just now that I forgot, I should be damned."

"En." Riddle nodded. "In terms of vitality, this thing is more powerful than dragon blood." His mood improved, and a little mistake by his servant was worthy of forgiveness, wasn't it? Moreover, this mistake made him even more pleasantly surprised.


Bab 51: Chapter 51: Accident Part 2

"Apply it," Riddle said.

Draco opened the bottle, and the unique sacred atmosphere of the unicorn made Riddle have no doubt about him.

"Lucius is really loyal. These things aren't cheap," Riddle said, seeming to think of something. He praised his servant again.

"Yeah, it's not cheap," Draco said, but Riddle didn't notice the hint of black gloss in the silver blood.

"Wasn't the venom of the basilisk cheap?" Draco looked terrified and suddenly shouted at Hermione.

"Run!" He then took out a small knife that he carried with him and began scratching the diary fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, the delicate black notebook was full of holes and scratches, and the venomous unicorn blood spread all around, seeping into the gaps a little.

Everything happened in an instant.

Riddle was proud and didn't respond at all as he prepared to restore his perfect body. Hermione looked on in shock.

"Damn, you won't escape," Draco said, looking at the dazed Hermione.

"You actually betrayed me." Riddle's solid body suddenly twisted. He struggled, waving his arms nonstop, screaming in his mouth. He looked at his very loyal servant incredulously before looking at him.

"Kill them!" he finally ordered the Basilisk, hissing. Then, after leaving this last sentence, he disappeared, drifting away like a plume of smoke.

With a click, Lockhart's wand fell to the ground, and no one picked it up.

"Are you stupid?" Draco growled at Hermione.

"Hurry up"

The big ups and downs in life are confusing, and no one can make sense of them. The previous Voldemort was so dead that Hermione felt like she was dreaming.

"Close your eyes!" Draco called Hermione because he saw Slytherin's huge stone face moving. Its mouth opened, and the more it opened, the larger a black hole formed.

Something moved in the mouth of the statue.

Something glided up from the depths of the statue.

"Go to Dumbledore! or We'll both die faster!"

Malfoy quickly closed his eyes as the basilisk was about to emerge. People often think that large creatures move slowly, but the basilisk is one of the fastest. Its bright green body glowed with a unique light, and its thick trunk rose high into the air as it wrapped its flat head around a stone pillar, swaying like a drunk.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack above Draco's head and he rolled back to avoid the basilisk. "What are you doing? Do you want to kill us?" Malfoy knew that Hermione had not moved, and guessed that she was scared and frozen with fear.

He heard a hiss in his right ear and something struck the stone pillar beside him.

"Damn it." Malfoy ran towards the sound and the basilisk seemed to know that he was trying to distract it. "Why didn't you learn some calming spells for the basilisk?" Draco regretted not doing so, but now was not the time to think about it.

When the basilisk approached Hermione, she finally recovered and closed her eyes, ready to run backward. But she tripped because of her tension and heard the basilisk's hissing.

'He's not a mysterious person man, so good.' These were her last thoughts as the snake's voice grew louder.

She knew she might die this time and even smelled the basilisk's breath, but the expected pain did not come.

"Open your eyes!" She heard Draco and somehow opened her eyes, despite the basilisk still threatening her life.

"Slap."

Draco slapped her hard and the pain on her face made her more alert. She saw that Draco's other hand had been pierced by the basilisk's fangs and bright red blood was splashing everywhere. The basilisk's teeth were full, but its mouth was still open, supported by something.

"Next time I'll invite Olivander to dinner and praise the quality of his wand." Even in pain, Malfoy couldn't resist making a joke to try and calm Hermione.

"You will die, it's too late." Hermione was terrified by the scene in front of her. "Don't talk nonsense, Dumbledore will have a way," Draco said firmly.

"If you don't leave, it will just drag on. I'll really be dead." Draco tried to make his voice sound weak and raised his still-intact hand to fan Hermione's face again, trying to make her more alert.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Hermione's voice was shaking with tears as she wiped them away and ran out.

"It's good that you're going." Draco breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Hermione leave, then took out the third bottle he had brought with him, and, despite his inability to grasp it well with one hand, he sprinkled its contents over his injured arm.

"I'm really bleeding a lot today." Draco still managed to joke, despite his pain.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

He heard a loud bang and saw that his wand had been completely broken. He even heard a whimper from the wand as the basilisk twisted its body frantically, trying to attack Draco with its tail. Its bite force grew stronger.

"Is it really over?" Draco couldn't help but show a hint of a wry smile as he tried to avoid the basilisk's tail, feeling the increasing pressure on his hand.


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