Chapter 275 The Arena
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 275 The Arena
A stone rolled down from Harry's feet and hit the forehead of a flesh and blood corpse lacking skin.
Harry and Hermione held their breath, afraid of triggering something... They suspected that this slight movement might wake up those skeletons or vines.
The vines moved slowly, grew, and wriggled around the skeleton, without any change.
--call!
This made the three of them exhale lightly and relax a little.
"Get out of here!" said Ron.
"I'd rather face the basilisk than stay here for a second longer."
He pulled the two of them and prepared to leave here.
"Harry, won't you stay a little longer?"
Tom Riddle's voice came from the opposite side.
His voice echoed throughout the cylindrical cavern.
"Didn't you see the little gift I specially prepared for you?"
Harry turned around abruptly, and he saw the figure walking out of the shadow of the opposite tunnel entrance.
"I chose this place specially to let you see a little more about the real world... The real magic world is not the adventure game of justice and evil you imagined..."
"This wizarding world is barbaric, bloody, and death... only magic, and only the power of magic determines everything!"
Tom stood there, watching them with a grim smile.
He holds a wand and a sorting hat in his left hand.
Hermione, Ron hurriedly pulled Harry and turned around to leave here.
"Would the famous Harry Potter only be able to run away?" Riddle's voice kept echoing, "He challenged the Dark Lord beyond his control, but he was as timid as a mouse... He left the phoenix sent by Dumbledore and just ran for his own life..."
"But it was very stupid to come to the burial place prepared by the Dark Lord for him... His blood, his life, will be here today and become a symbol of the great Dark Lord's rebirth and comeback!"
Harry gritted his teeth and looked at Voldemort, but Hermione and Ron were still by his side, and he couldn't hurt them.
Letting out a deep breath, he turned around and prepared to leave with the two of them.
But I didn't think about it, I didn't take two steps, and the sound of friction came from the side, approaching continuously.
Basilisk!
The three of them backed away again and again.
"Come here! Come here! (Hiss!)"
Voldemort called out to the basilisk from the opposite side.
The monster moved a little bit from the depths of the tunnel to reveal its head.
They saw its two huge, bloody eye sockets, and saw the green scales on the edge of its mouth, from which bloody letters were constantly being spit out.
Even when the monster was blind, it was just as deadly and menacing.
Harry and the others could only keep going back step by step.
until the end of the tunnel.
There is no way out for them.
Voldemort was laughing at a few people there.
Harry held his wand tightly, thinking that even if he had to die, he would give Voldemort a good look.
"Harry, there is clearly no way out for you now."
"The benevolent Dark Lord has just given you a chance... Let you and your friends have a fun game with my pet basilisk!"
"It's a pity that you have lived up to your reputation... Like a bereaved dog, it will only run away despicably!"
"Now, I'll give you another chance... If you and my basilisk have a head-to-head duel with a bit of wizard dignity...then if you win, I will finally let your two friends go!"
Tom Riddle said.
"No! Harry, don't agree! This trap! He must not be able to attack you... That's why he tried to force you to fight that basilisk!"
Hermione said hastily.
"I will use polymorph to turn something into a rooster, and now the basilisk is blind... as long as you wait a little longer!"
"Wait a little longer! That's easy to say!" Ron's voice was full of tears.
He looked at the head of the basilisk that filled the entire tunnel like a locomotive, his legs trembling constantly.
But Ron held his wand tightly in his hand, didn't take a step back, and was about to fight against the basilisk.
It seemed that he was going to obey Hermione's words and procrastinate for time.
But Harry knew there was no way they could face the monster.
Although it lacks the black magic that can kill by looking directly at it, the basilisk doesn't even need to open its fangs, it only needs to charge forward with its head like a steel and iron frame, and it is difficult for them to survive.
If Hermione's Transfiguration was that effective, she should have conjured a rooster halfway through.
"Harry, my patience is limited!" Voldemort shouted coldly over there, his tone full of certainty that Harry would agree to his proposal.
In fact it is.
"Okay! I say yes!" shouted Harry.
He wants his friend to survive first. On the one hand, he also wants to procrastinate for a while, as long as he can.
See if you can wait for Dumbledore or other professors to come to help.
"Harry, you?" Hermione screamed.
Ron couldn't believe it.
Crack-crack-crack!
"I didn't expect you to really insist on your stupid friendship! Harry Potter!" Voldemort held his wand, applauded lightly, and sneered coldly.
Following his applause, the corpses in the cave began to move rustlingly. They stood up, lying on the wall like spiders...the translucent slime was carried everywhere...very disgusting.
There was even a skeleton crawling to the mouth of the tunnel where Harry and the others were.
Harry and the others retreated again and again, but they couldn't retreat much. There was the head of the basilisk breathing heavily and exhaling a fishy wind.
Fortunately, the horrible, bloody and disgusting skeleton didn't make much movement. Instead, like a waiter, it put its hands on its chest, bent down and bowed in salute, and then waved its fingers, urging them to move forward quickly.
Harry and the others didn't dare to say anything more, and cautiously walked sideways past that guy.
Ron tried his best to let his eyes skip the layer of flesh and blood on the skeleton that looked like a piece of clothing.
They don't know what lies ahead...
However, even the abyss is better than facing these two terrifying monsters standing there.
Come to the tunnel mouth again.
I didn't expect to see the scene in front of me
- worse!
Even more terrifying and infiltrating scenes appeared in front of them.
Ron felt that the nightmare he would have in the future, the spider would probably be far behind.
Now this scene is enough to be the nightmare of his life.
I saw those skeletons that were lying on the ground, crawling on the wall like spiders, gathering together...
A bridge formed between Tom Riddle and the two of them at the mouth of the tunnel.
No, it's not just one... It's like an overpass built by Muggles, layered on top of each other, with several layers of spiraling descending passages, connected to the immobile tunnel entrance, and the place where the strange vine below, like a Rafflesia flower, is located.
——The "bridge" in front of me is formed by those skeletons twisting their bodies and connecting and merging them. The flesh and mucus on their bodies are tightly connected to everything, filling all the gaps.
Everything is crazy and weird.
The sanity of Harry and the others seemed to be vigorously stirred with an iron pestle.
"How about it?"
Tom Riddle stepped forward with a 'graceful presence', the wand in his hand kept turning the sorting hat, and he looked at ease with everything under his feet, and it could even be said that he enjoyed the fearful expression on Harry's and the others' faces.
"Why... In your class,...Dumbledore didn't show you this side of the wizarding world!"
"This is real... this is real magic! Not your childish tricks!"
After taking two steps, Voldemort crossed the bridge of flesh and blood and came to several people.
There was a sinister smile on his face.
"Please! Harry, you are the first wizard to receive this honor... The great Dark Lord personally came to extend the invitation!"
"You should be honored..."
As he spoke, he dragged Harry, who was stiff all over, to the 'bridge' without any explanation.
Harry felt his feet slippery and sticky.
as if alive.
The hairy feeling goes from the soles of the feet, as if electricity passes through, the spine... until the brain.
He shivered, and then saw...
After Ron and the others swallowed their spit, they held hands and moved to 'this kind of bridge' bit by bit.
The two of them tried not to look at what was under their feet.
Voldemort picked up the magic hat with his wand and stuffed it into Harry's arms.
"Potter! Don't say I'm unfair... I brought the 'secret weapon' that Dumbledore brought to you..."
Apparently Voldemort found this scene extremely funny, and it was extremely ironic and very 'interesting' for Harry to die with the 'weapon' given by Dumbledore.
(When Ron and Hermione followed, they were frozen in place by Voldemort's sneer, and moved to another tunnel mouth
"You should appreciate how Harry Potter survived under the fangs of the basilisk!" Voldemort said coldly. )
Voldemort made Harry, who was stiff all over, walk step by step along this bridge of flesh and blood to the ground, where the corpses and skeletons used to be.
Now there is only a thick layer of slime left in the underground of the cave, and a Rafflesia flower left in the middle.
When Harry came down from that top, he saw that besides the old Muggle-style notebook, there was a magic wand and a vial inside the Rafflesia flower, which contained the seeds of the 'Hogwarts cataclysm' that Ron had caused.
Voldemort looked into Harry's eyes and said proudly, "I let that so-called partner steal it from Snape."
"Thanks to the magic polymer accidentally created by your friend, and the accidental magic left on the broken wand...I have improved and perfected these cute and charming giant plants, a powerful magic weapon!"
"It's a pity you won't see the day when they destroy the Muggle world, Harry!"
-Ron!What on earth have you done!
Before Harry could think about it, Voldemort hissed, calling out to the basilisk.
"Come out! My servant! My pet! Rip this boy apart and find him by his scent! Kill him! (hiss...)"
After finishing speaking, he waved his magic wand and fired a golden ball of light above the cave to illuminate the 'Arena'!
A few seconds later, the head of the basilisk slowly came out of the tunnel, and it lowered its head towards Harry, shaking its head.
The body slowly slid down the wall, and the tail slapped the stone wall.
At this time, Voldemort slowly floated into the air, and the bridge made up of those skeletons gradually disintegrated, and the flesh and blood corpses scattered around the walls like spiders, strangely.
Rafflesia is also like a living creature, the vines at the bottom are like tentacles, like the joints of insects, driving it to slowly crawl along the wall, and the corpses on the wall stretch out their hands from time to time to pull the monster forward.
Harry knew these monsters, and they were obeying Voldemort's orders to make way for him to fight a duel.
A bloody Colosseum.
"Harry! The 'gift' I gave you Dumbledore is not for you to be in a daze!"
Voldemort let out a shrill laugh, and with his wand, moved the hat from Harry's arms and put it on his head.
"Yes! That's it... look at the gift Dumbledore gave you!"
"Hahaha!"
Voldemort laughed wildly, thinking 'this stalk...is hilariously ironic', so he showed it again.
"Well, let's see what you can do, Harry Potter!" cried Tom.
"Kill that boy! (hiss)"
The basilisk opened its mouth, which was so big that it could swallow Harry in one gulp. Two rows of long sword-like fangs were exposed in its mouth. The cold light flickered, it was extremely sharp, and it was dripping with venom...
It rushed over.
Harry dodged in a hurry, the slime slipped under his feet, and he hit the stone wall.
The hat was fastened to the floor of Harry's head, covering his eyes.
For a moment, Harry actually asked for help from the Sorting Hat who almost put him in Slytherin.
——He believed that Dumbledore must have his own intentions in sending this thing.
"Help me—help me!"
Harry thought desperately.
There was no voice to answer him, but instead the hat was getting tighter and tighter, as if there was suction out of thin air. Harry seemed to put his head in the mouth of a vacuum cleaner, and the hat was tightly placed on his head.
Bang!
Something very hard and heavy hit Harry on the head, making stars pop out of his eyes.
Dizzy.
Fortunately, he still remembered what was going on now.
He hurriedly took off his hat, grabbed the thing that hit his head, and dodged to the side, dodging another attack by the basilisk.
At this time, he looked at the long stick in his hand.
A shiny silver sword.
——Ruby the size of an egg is inlaid on the hilt of the sword,
Even in such a dim environment, it is dazzling, red light shining.
……
McGuffin looked up at the starry sky above, knowing that Les Finley was conducting trials there.
He used [Deceleration Curse] and [Levitation Curse] to land safely on the ground.
Came to the old classroom, where the statues of the Big Four were.
In the spiral slideway, flames are burning fiercely.
Turn the room on and off.
McGuffin couldn't find his way out.
He even used the [Levitation Curse] to climb above the heads of the Big Four, trying to return to the boundary of the mid-air again...
I also tried to find the bronze book Ms. Gray once held to see if I could find another way.
—nothing was found.
He couldn't get out.
Gan!
Could it just wait here for that fellow Les Finley to complete the trial...or worse, after he dies, the McGuffin waits until this old classroom that has been dusty for hundreds of years is opened again?
Fuck!
No, he had to find a way out of here.
(End of this chapter)
A stone rolled down from Harry's feet and hit the forehead of a flesh and blood corpse lacking skin.
Harry and Hermione held their breath, afraid of triggering something... They suspected that this slight movement might wake up those skeletons or vines.
The vines moved slowly, grew, and wriggled around the skeleton, without any change.
--call!
This made the three of them exhale lightly and relax a little.
"Get out of here!" said Ron.
"I'd rather face the basilisk than stay here for a second longer."
He pulled the two of them and prepared to leave here.
"Harry, won't you stay a little longer?"
Tom Riddle's voice came from the opposite side.
His voice echoed throughout the cylindrical cavern.
"Didn't you see the little gift I specially prepared for you?"
Harry turned around abruptly, and he saw the figure walking out of the shadow of the opposite tunnel entrance.
"I chose this place specially to let you see a little more about the real world... The real magic world is not the adventure game of justice and evil you imagined..."
"This wizarding world is barbaric, bloody, and death... only magic, and only the power of magic determines everything!"
Tom stood there, watching them with a grim smile.
He holds a wand and a sorting hat in his left hand.
Hermione, Ron hurriedly pulled Harry and turned around to leave here.
"Would the famous Harry Potter only be able to run away?" Riddle's voice kept echoing, "He challenged the Dark Lord beyond his control, but he was as timid as a mouse... He left the phoenix sent by Dumbledore and just ran for his own life..."
"But it was very stupid to come to the burial place prepared by the Dark Lord for him... His blood, his life, will be here today and become a symbol of the great Dark Lord's rebirth and comeback!"
Harry gritted his teeth and looked at Voldemort, but Hermione and Ron were still by his side, and he couldn't hurt them.
Letting out a deep breath, he turned around and prepared to leave with the two of them.
But I didn't think about it, I didn't take two steps, and the sound of friction came from the side, approaching continuously.
Basilisk!
The three of them backed away again and again.
"Come here! Come here! (Hiss!)"
Voldemort called out to the basilisk from the opposite side.
The monster moved a little bit from the depths of the tunnel to reveal its head.
They saw its two huge, bloody eye sockets, and saw the green scales on the edge of its mouth, from which bloody letters were constantly being spit out.
Even when the monster was blind, it was just as deadly and menacing.
Harry and the others could only keep going back step by step.
until the end of the tunnel.
There is no way out for them.
Voldemort was laughing at a few people there.
Harry held his wand tightly, thinking that even if he had to die, he would give Voldemort a good look.
"Harry, there is clearly no way out for you now."
"The benevolent Dark Lord has just given you a chance... Let you and your friends have a fun game with my pet basilisk!"
"It's a pity that you have lived up to your reputation... Like a bereaved dog, it will only run away despicably!"
"Now, I'll give you another chance... If you and my basilisk have a head-to-head duel with a bit of wizard dignity...then if you win, I will finally let your two friends go!"
Tom Riddle said.
"No! Harry, don't agree! This trap! He must not be able to attack you... That's why he tried to force you to fight that basilisk!"
Hermione said hastily.
"I will use polymorph to turn something into a rooster, and now the basilisk is blind... as long as you wait a little longer!"
"Wait a little longer! That's easy to say!" Ron's voice was full of tears.
He looked at the head of the basilisk that filled the entire tunnel like a locomotive, his legs trembling constantly.
But Ron held his wand tightly in his hand, didn't take a step back, and was about to fight against the basilisk.
It seemed that he was going to obey Hermione's words and procrastinate for time.
But Harry knew there was no way they could face the monster.
Although it lacks the black magic that can kill by looking directly at it, the basilisk doesn't even need to open its fangs, it only needs to charge forward with its head like a steel and iron frame, and it is difficult for them to survive.
If Hermione's Transfiguration was that effective, she should have conjured a rooster halfway through.
"Harry, my patience is limited!" Voldemort shouted coldly over there, his tone full of certainty that Harry would agree to his proposal.
In fact it is.
"Okay! I say yes!" shouted Harry.
He wants his friend to survive first. On the one hand, he also wants to procrastinate for a while, as long as he can.
See if you can wait for Dumbledore or other professors to come to help.
"Harry, you?" Hermione screamed.
Ron couldn't believe it.
Crack-crack-crack!
"I didn't expect you to really insist on your stupid friendship! Harry Potter!" Voldemort held his wand, applauded lightly, and sneered coldly.
Following his applause, the corpses in the cave began to move rustlingly. They stood up, lying on the wall like spiders...the translucent slime was carried everywhere...very disgusting.
There was even a skeleton crawling to the mouth of the tunnel where Harry and the others were.
Harry and the others retreated again and again, but they couldn't retreat much. There was the head of the basilisk breathing heavily and exhaling a fishy wind.
Fortunately, the horrible, bloody and disgusting skeleton didn't make much movement. Instead, like a waiter, it put its hands on its chest, bent down and bowed in salute, and then waved its fingers, urging them to move forward quickly.
Harry and the others didn't dare to say anything more, and cautiously walked sideways past that guy.
Ron tried his best to let his eyes skip the layer of flesh and blood on the skeleton that looked like a piece of clothing.
They don't know what lies ahead...
However, even the abyss is better than facing these two terrifying monsters standing there.
Come to the tunnel mouth again.
I didn't expect to see the scene in front of me
- worse!
Even more terrifying and infiltrating scenes appeared in front of them.
Ron felt that the nightmare he would have in the future, the spider would probably be far behind.
Now this scene is enough to be the nightmare of his life.
I saw those skeletons that were lying on the ground, crawling on the wall like spiders, gathering together...
A bridge formed between Tom Riddle and the two of them at the mouth of the tunnel.
No, it's not just one... It's like an overpass built by Muggles, layered on top of each other, with several layers of spiraling descending passages, connected to the immobile tunnel entrance, and the place where the strange vine below, like a Rafflesia flower, is located.
——The "bridge" in front of me is formed by those skeletons twisting their bodies and connecting and merging them. The flesh and mucus on their bodies are tightly connected to everything, filling all the gaps.
Everything is crazy and weird.
The sanity of Harry and the others seemed to be vigorously stirred with an iron pestle.
"How about it?"
Tom Riddle stepped forward with a 'graceful presence', the wand in his hand kept turning the sorting hat, and he looked at ease with everything under his feet, and it could even be said that he enjoyed the fearful expression on Harry's and the others' faces.
"Why... In your class,...Dumbledore didn't show you this side of the wizarding world!"
"This is real... this is real magic! Not your childish tricks!"
After taking two steps, Voldemort crossed the bridge of flesh and blood and came to several people.
There was a sinister smile on his face.
"Please! Harry, you are the first wizard to receive this honor... The great Dark Lord personally came to extend the invitation!"
"You should be honored..."
As he spoke, he dragged Harry, who was stiff all over, to the 'bridge' without any explanation.
Harry felt his feet slippery and sticky.
as if alive.
The hairy feeling goes from the soles of the feet, as if electricity passes through, the spine... until the brain.
He shivered, and then saw...
After Ron and the others swallowed their spit, they held hands and moved to 'this kind of bridge' bit by bit.
The two of them tried not to look at what was under their feet.
Voldemort picked up the magic hat with his wand and stuffed it into Harry's arms.
"Potter! Don't say I'm unfair... I brought the 'secret weapon' that Dumbledore brought to you..."
Apparently Voldemort found this scene extremely funny, and it was extremely ironic and very 'interesting' for Harry to die with the 'weapon' given by Dumbledore.
(When Ron and Hermione followed, they were frozen in place by Voldemort's sneer, and moved to another tunnel mouth
"You should appreciate how Harry Potter survived under the fangs of the basilisk!" Voldemort said coldly. )
Voldemort made Harry, who was stiff all over, walk step by step along this bridge of flesh and blood to the ground, where the corpses and skeletons used to be.
Now there is only a thick layer of slime left in the underground of the cave, and a Rafflesia flower left in the middle.
When Harry came down from that top, he saw that besides the old Muggle-style notebook, there was a magic wand and a vial inside the Rafflesia flower, which contained the seeds of the 'Hogwarts cataclysm' that Ron had caused.
Voldemort looked into Harry's eyes and said proudly, "I let that so-called partner steal it from Snape."
"Thanks to the magic polymer accidentally created by your friend, and the accidental magic left on the broken wand...I have improved and perfected these cute and charming giant plants, a powerful magic weapon!"
"It's a pity you won't see the day when they destroy the Muggle world, Harry!"
-Ron!What on earth have you done!
Before Harry could think about it, Voldemort hissed, calling out to the basilisk.
"Come out! My servant! My pet! Rip this boy apart and find him by his scent! Kill him! (hiss...)"
After finishing speaking, he waved his magic wand and fired a golden ball of light above the cave to illuminate the 'Arena'!
A few seconds later, the head of the basilisk slowly came out of the tunnel, and it lowered its head towards Harry, shaking its head.
The body slowly slid down the wall, and the tail slapped the stone wall.
At this time, Voldemort slowly floated into the air, and the bridge made up of those skeletons gradually disintegrated, and the flesh and blood corpses scattered around the walls like spiders, strangely.
Rafflesia is also like a living creature, the vines at the bottom are like tentacles, like the joints of insects, driving it to slowly crawl along the wall, and the corpses on the wall stretch out their hands from time to time to pull the monster forward.
Harry knew these monsters, and they were obeying Voldemort's orders to make way for him to fight a duel.
A bloody Colosseum.
"Harry! The 'gift' I gave you Dumbledore is not for you to be in a daze!"
Voldemort let out a shrill laugh, and with his wand, moved the hat from Harry's arms and put it on his head.
"Yes! That's it... look at the gift Dumbledore gave you!"
"Hahaha!"
Voldemort laughed wildly, thinking 'this stalk...is hilariously ironic', so he showed it again.
"Well, let's see what you can do, Harry Potter!" cried Tom.
"Kill that boy! (hiss)"
The basilisk opened its mouth, which was so big that it could swallow Harry in one gulp. Two rows of long sword-like fangs were exposed in its mouth. The cold light flickered, it was extremely sharp, and it was dripping with venom...
It rushed over.
Harry dodged in a hurry, the slime slipped under his feet, and he hit the stone wall.
The hat was fastened to the floor of Harry's head, covering his eyes.
For a moment, Harry actually asked for help from the Sorting Hat who almost put him in Slytherin.
——He believed that Dumbledore must have his own intentions in sending this thing.
"Help me—help me!"
Harry thought desperately.
There was no voice to answer him, but instead the hat was getting tighter and tighter, as if there was suction out of thin air. Harry seemed to put his head in the mouth of a vacuum cleaner, and the hat was tightly placed on his head.
Bang!
Something very hard and heavy hit Harry on the head, making stars pop out of his eyes.
Dizzy.
Fortunately, he still remembered what was going on now.
He hurriedly took off his hat, grabbed the thing that hit his head, and dodged to the side, dodging another attack by the basilisk.
At this time, he looked at the long stick in his hand.
A shiny silver sword.
——Ruby the size of an egg is inlaid on the hilt of the sword,
Even in such a dim environment, it is dazzling, red light shining.
……
McGuffin looked up at the starry sky above, knowing that Les Finley was conducting trials there.
He used [Deceleration Curse] and [Levitation Curse] to land safely on the ground.
Came to the old classroom, where the statues of the Big Four were.
In the spiral slideway, flames are burning fiercely.
Turn the room on and off.
McGuffin couldn't find his way out.
He even used the [Levitation Curse] to climb above the heads of the Big Four, trying to return to the boundary of the mid-air again...
I also tried to find the bronze book Ms. Gray once held to see if I could find another way.
—nothing was found.
He couldn't get out.
Gan!
Could it just wait here for that fellow Les Finley to complete the trial...or worse, after he dies, the McGuffin waits until this old classroom that has been dusty for hundreds of years is opened again?
Fuck!
No, he had to find a way out of here.
(End of this chapter)
