Battle in the Chamber of Secrets

Mom, are you awake?

Draco wanted to say that, but seeing the anger in his mother's eyes, he changed his words, "I don't even know where Voldemort is."

"You should know who I'm referring to," Narcissa said.

Voldemort's Horcrux incarnation—that 'Masaru Kobayashi' —is no longer necessary.

"But..." Draco hesitated. He didn't know if he was a match for 'Masaru Kobayashi,' and the other version of himself couldn't even beat him, so he was hardly an asset. He guessed Neville was probably the same.

Although he said that the future belonged to wizards and that wizards were outdated, that was before he experienced the appearance of the space that enveloped the entire Hogwarts Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore so amazing.

Even if Voldemort Dumbledore, he wasn't far behind.

"He's still Voldemort, after all. It's not like he just happened to be half-dead right now, waiting for someone to finish him off."

Deep in the Forbidden Forest.

A brilliant beam of light shot out, accompanied by a soft shout.

"Evil heretics!"

With his body pierced, 'Masaru Kobayashi' ran hurriedly through the forest.

Damn it, it's just catching a few Blast-Ended Skrewt, why kill people!

The snow-white centaur frowned, wondering why his arrow hadn't obliterated the Evil Demon.

Until a boy appeared on her horse, "Delia, now is not the time for him to die."

The centaur, who should have felt offended, instead wore an expression of ecstatic joy, as if the one who landed on her back and embraced her was the greatest being in the world.

"God."

The sound was soft, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

On the other side.

"He's no match for you," Narcissa said. "And you don't need to worry about danger."

"You have a deal with Dumbledore?" Draco's eyes lit up. No wonder their Floo Network could connect to the furnace door in the small world.

However, he was not worried about the danger.

Instead, they were worried about whether they could kill someone.

He's certainly safe in the small world, but Voldemort is a student too.

Since we can kill him, then there's nothing to worry about.

"You can take it as such." Narcissa's lips twitched.

She could say, "Go ahead and do it. With your stepfather at Hogwarts, you don't need to be afraid of Voldemort or anything like that."

She could only give her son such an ambiguous reply.

"That's fantastic! I can get in through Albus Dumbledore's back door! I'll definitely be the first one!"

Hearing her son's cheers, Narcissa was speechless and complained, "The first one wasn't you, that person was Gellert Grindelwald."

In Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

The black-haired boy huddled in the corner, vomiting blood every now and then.

However, the blood did not fall to the ground, but instead congealed in the air.

Then, as if by an invisible hand, it was thrown into the hall.

Then, there was a rustling sound.

In the dim light, it was undeniably somewhat eerie.

But the boy seemed to hear the most beautiful music, and the corners of his mouth turned up wider and wider.

It'll be here soon!

Today was a very unlucky day. I couldn't even buy flesh and blood suitable for sacrifice, which was full of magic and life, and I almost lost my life when I went hunting in the Forbidden Forest.

But this actually gave him an opportunity.

Since this body has already suffered such great damage, it is now like a candle flickering in the wind.

So let's just resort to destructive sacrifice.

His body now appears to have Reparo, except for vomiting blood.

But in reality, he wouldn't live more than a year.

But there's no need to worry about it.

He no longer wanted the identity of Masaru Kobayashi.

Gazing at the serpentine Devil's Snare coiling around the hall, the stone pillars covered in them, and the high ceiling melting into the darkness, he revealed a maniacal, bloodstained smile. "Tomorrow, just wait until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, just wait until tomorrow?" Draco looked at his younger self. "Brother, are you awake?"

"You're dealing with Voldemort, not some real underage student," Neville advised.

The shorter Draco waved his hand. "Mom said he's no match for me, and I won't be in any danger."

"Dumbledore!" x2

Draco and Neville spoke at the same time.

In their view, Mrs. Malfoy must have Dumbledore.

Short Draco nodded.

"Could it be that Dumbledore realized that this bait is no longer useful and can be kept, or not?" Neville pondered, looking down.

He didn't doubt Draco's words. Since Draco had Killing Intent but wasn't expelled from the World Tree, he must have gone through Dumbledore's back door.

"Then when do we make our move?" Tall Draco was already relieved. Since 'Mom' had said so, everything must be alright.

Draco Short replied, "Didn't Lumbaton discover that 'Masaru Kobayashi' went to the Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets every day? Let's find him there."

The next day, at 11 p. m.

In the dimly lit corridor, where the words flickered, three figures appeared.

"He has already entered the Secret Passage." Neville's mouth did not open or close, but the telepathic magic of the Starry World New Human — Information Wave —entered their minds.

"Shall we follow them now?" Tall Draco looked at the door to the weeping Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom, wondering if it was time to catch up.

"Of course," replied the short Draco, who had also learned telepathic magic.

Then, the three of them disappeared again in the moonlight streaming into the corridor.

The bathroom door opened and closed silently.

'Great, Moaning Myrtle isn't here.' Neville glanced at the innermost toilet that belonged to Moaning Myrtle, then looked at where the sink used to be, which had been replaced by a very thick water pipe.

He sent out Information Wave: "Isn't he afraid of being discovered?"

After examining the surroundings, the tall Draco replied with the same Information Wave, "There's no trace of magic. He didn't even leave any warning spells. He's too audacious."

"Perhaps there's a device in our world's Chamber of Secrets that allows us to observe the outside world?" Draco, the short man.

As he said this, he approached the entrance and jumped down.

"You're that brave?" Neville looked at the tall Draco in surprise. "Why didn't he get into Gryffindor?"

"Our first priority now is to catch up." Tall Draco didn't give a direct answer, but instead took a step forward and jumped down.

'Why don't they just jump?' Neville thought helplessly, sitting on the edge of the pipe. 'Can't they just slide down?'

At this moment, 'Masaru Kobayashi' had already walked through the hall filled with green mist and arrived in front of the Slytherin's Statue who looked like a monkey.

He was incredibly excited, his body trembling uncontrollably. "Finally, finally, I've finally made it!"

A hissing sound rang out, "Speak to me, Slytherin —the greatest of the Four Founders of Hogwarts."

"How much do you weigh? I felt the ground shake slightly," tall Draco joked to Neville as he slid out of the pipe.

"Idiot!" short Draco roared. "The ground really shook! Something must have happened in the Chamber of Secrets. Follow me! Close your eyes!"

The commands "follow" and "close your eyes" seem utterly counterintuitive and illogical.

How can you follow along if you close your eyes?

But the three were wizards.

Among the enemies they must deal with is a thousand-year-old Basilisk whose mere gaze is fatal.

Information Wave have more than just the function of transmitting sound.

It can also identify surrounding obstacles.

Just like how bats use ultrasound to navigate.

So, the three of them closed their eyes and made no sound, and hurriedly ran forward.

Hiss hiss hiss, hiss hiss hiss, hiss hiss hiss, cough cough~ wow

Masaru Kobayashi coughed up another mouthful of blood.

He stared intently at the statue's open mouth, that enormous black hole.

However, there was no rustling sound of it sliding upwards from inside.

Cough cough~ Wow

"Why is he vomiting blood?" Neville, who had already reached the entrance of the hall, spotted 'Masaru Kobayashi' at a glance.

"See the Basilisk?" Tall Draco stepped into the hall, then heard a rustling sound beside him. "Wait, Merlin's Beard! What's that?"

"Devil's Snare, idiots!" Short Draco said speechlessly. "However, it seems that even underground, the World Tree's protection is still effective; these Devil's Snare have no intention of attacking us."

Masaru Kobayashi did not notice the arrival of the three men. He just kept making futile hissing sounds, but he did not vomit blood again.

However, if he knew that he had only managed to appease the Devil's Snare of hostility by sacrificing his own flesh and blood, and that they were simply ignoring Draco and his companions, he would be furious, spitting blood and roaring inwardly, "Aren't I a student?!"

"Make a move?" Neville drew his wand, and at the same time, his jet-black, Acromantula, with its green-striped imps, appeared Silencio and hid in its Devil's Snare.

"Let's get started." Tall Draco followed closely behind. With his father in prison, he spent all his time in his dormitory and had no summoned beasts. He could only draw his wand. Although spell cards could replace the wand incantation, if you added incantation and wand swinging to the spell card casting, the power of the magic would be enhanced.

"Avada Kedavra!" Short Draco said nothing, only replying with a spell.

A green column of plasma, shimmering with electric arcs, surged from the tip of the rod.

"Crush the Bone!" Tall Draco chose to follow up with the Cruciatus Curse, as it would be more fitting. At the same time, he exclaimed in surprise that the magic in his world was just like that in his own world, as if it were being welded together, with special effects added on top of it.

"Soul. Pshaw, Reducto!" Neville almost uttered the Killing Curse to fit in, but thankfully he changed his mind. This was the Unforgivable Curses! How could he, a Gryffindor and the son of Auror, utter such a curse like Death Eater? It would be more harmonious to have Voldemort Reducto.

Having already been nearly killed by Delia's arrow, 'Masaru Kobayashi' only belatedly noticed the magical fluctuations behind him after his body had been repaired.

Merlin's underwear!

Where did this spell come from!

Then, as if a Rocket had been attached to his feet, he ascended into the sky and, like a spider, clung to the surface of the statue—to the crotch of Slytherin's pants.

After a brief moment of relief that I had learned spell cards and was able to react in time, I was then shocked by the three people's spells, which sounded like they had special effects added.

Moreover, its power was considerable; Slytherin's left leg was already gone.

Even so, he still responded with a simple and unadorned "kill"—

Cough cough!

There was a pool of blood on the floor of the hall and on Slytherin's crotch.

The green light that had just emerged from the tip of the staff instantly turned back into fire. If it weren't for his superior skill, he might have been killed by his own Killing Curse, just like his main body.

The lesson plan, which aimed to teach the three to avoid excessive light pollution, electric arcs, and plasma overflows, was aborted, almost taking him, the mother of the project, with it.

Accompanied by the rustling sound of the Devil's Snare sucking blood, he quickly changed position, leaving Slytherin's blood-soaked crotch and moving to his left hand.

Bang!

Three more spells were cast, each with special effects.

Slytherin's lower body was gone.

If the statue hadn't been carved into the wall, the entire structure would probably be gone.

Where is it? Where is it?

As 'Masaru Kobayashi' landed on various parts of Slytherin, he also kept searching for the location of the three invisible people.

However, the fluctuations of evil power emanating from the Devil's Snare concealed their presence.

The spell, complete with special effects, wasn't just for show; it also prevented him from analyzing the three people's positions through the ballistics for a moment.

He could only retaliate with spells that wouldn't endanger their lives, such as the Stunning Spell, Binding Charm, and Petrifying Charm.

The three people who are currently regarded as formidable rivals by 'Masaru Kobayashi' are also on edge.

They didn't expect that Voldemort could dodge in time even under those circumstances.

Furthermore, despite being at such a disadvantage, unable to use lethal spells while his opponent could, he still responded so calmly.

Right now, all the Slytherin's Statue have been shattered by their spells.

Voldemort, however, remained unharmed, hidden in the dark ceiling.

He also roughly determined the direction of the three people.

Now, the balance of power has reversed.

But none of the three were in a hurry.

'Should I use the Killing Curse?' Neville was the only one who could see Voldemort's location by using the perspective of the little devil Kalin that he had released, began to hesitate about whether to use a more deadly and swift spell.

But he's the son of Auror.

'Should I use the Levitation Charm?' Tall Draco noticed Voldemort's fear of these Devil's Snare and their resistance to Devil's Snare, so he hesitated about whether to use the Levitation Charm to throw the Devil's Snare towards the ceiling.

However, these Devil's Snare can also serve as shields against spells; what if they're gone and the incantations are stunned and controlled?

'Should I transform into a dragon?' Short Draco finally understood why his mother was so certain he would win. With Voldemort unable to use lethal spells and him able to transform into a dragon, he was sure to win. After all, his Hungarian Horntail had greater resistance to spells, and its flames could be imbued with spells.

He could totally breathe fire Avada Kedavra.

However, once he realized that Voldemort had failed and that they were destined to win, he began to consider whether to resolve the situation in a more Slytherin- esque way.

Let's forget about turning it into a dragon melee or something.

He learned dragon tattoo magic because it allows him to summon dragons and fully synesthetically connect with them, unleashing his desire for hand-to-hand combat while remaining a civilized summoner himself.

But now.

He has no choice but to transform into a dragon himself and ascend on his own.