"You should be thankful that the elf helped you do it." Harry shook his head. "That kind of creature is not trustworthy at all."

Tom said earnestly: "You have to learn to use them."

"Just like wizards don't care what their wands look like."

"Of course it's best to have the one that suits you best, but if conditions are limited, wouldn't it be great to just have a wand?"

"And judging from the results alone, isn't it great?"

"I have once again slipped past Dumbledore, just like I have done everything before."

"Lockhart is the person I carefully selected from Ginny's description."

"I originally thought he would be a man who is easy to control, vulgar, ambitious, incompetent, and loves fame and fortune. He meets almost all the elements of being easy to control."

"In fact, he is very easy to control."

Even Tom's face turned grim when this guy was mentioned.

"But he's so useless!"

"With just a little bit of benefit, he is eager to show it off everywhere. He can't hide anything. So soon, everything is exposed to you."

"Even, I let you guess and confirm that I was hiding in his body."

At this point, his expression became cheerful again: "It's a pity that Dumbledore is too merciful. If I were him, I would have killed Lockhart directly and cut open his body."

"But what is his choice? It's just a life, he doesn't even want to get involved, he just wants to force me to leave, force me to show up."

"Then everything is as he wished."

"I've shown up."

"But what about Dumbledore?"

Harry waved his hand and shook the sword in his hand: "Don't show off your plan anymore. You took a lot of effort to lead me here. Just say what you want to say."

"Is this the Sword of Gryffindor?" Tom was attracted by the sword and looked greedy.

Harry asked, "You really want this sword?"

"I got all the inheritances from the other three giants except Gryffindor." Tom nodded, openly and frankly, "I have always been thinking about how to get Gryffindor's."

"It's not for cowards who hide their heads and tails," Harry said bluntly.

Tom remained calm. The only things that could make him lose control of his emotions were the ladies' room and Lockhart. "This is prudent, Mr. Potter. I have to face the greatest white wizard."

"Like Gryffindor, I'm afraid I'll be expelled by him in my first year."

At this point, he paused, raised his hand and pointed to his head: "I can see, Harry, we are the same kind of people."

"With brains."

Then he turned his hand to his heart: "I have ambitions too."

"Dumbledore can't teach you anything. You've seen how he would succumb to the ridiculous rules made by the weak. Grindelwald locked himself up in Nurmengard."

"But isn't Hogwarts Dumbledore's prison?"

"For the greater good."

"We must do whatever it takes, do what mediocre people dare not do, think what they dare not think, and use all means to break the pedantic and conservative rules."

"This world should be ruled by the strong."

He held out his hand, looking down upon us, not even willing to bend his waist, and spoke in a tone that was close to sincerity: "Why don't we join forces?"

"You and me."

"Harry and Voldemort."

"The Savior and the Dark Lord."

“We can revolutionize the world.”

Harry refused decisively: "It sounds good, but I have a bottom line."

"At least he won't sneak into the girls' bathroom late at night."

Tom's face darkened: "Potter, it seems that we have nothing to talk about?"

"Not from the beginning." Harry nodded and said with a sneer, "You have always been thinking about how to get rid of me more conveniently, right?"

"If you are sincere, then don't be so nervous and keep holding the wand."

Tom didn't say anything. Since the truth had been revealed, he decided not to hide it anymore and openly showed Ginny's wand - a wand also made of yew wood and with a phoenix feather core.

"You are afraid of me, dear senior Tom." Harry said gently, holding the sword, and slowly approached him, "I can see that you are very afraid of me."

Tom stared at him warily: "Why is there such a naive misunderstanding? You are just a second-year wizard."

"So what?" Harry shrugged, noncommittal. "It doesn't affect your fear of me."

"The basilisk is hiding from me."

"This thing that's hiding is also hiding from me."

"This disgusting habit is completely different from the ferocious face you pretend to be."

"Now I finally understand why you failed."

Tom's eyes grew sharp and dangerous.

"You do have some talent, but you only dare to bully those who look weaker than you." Harry's tone became more frivolous, "When you were in school, you bullied classmates who were not as good as you."

"And now you want to bully me, a second-year wizard."

"Did Lockhart's Dueling Club give you the confidence?"

"He was able to suppress his temper and give the opportunity to Snape. Was it also your order?"

"You just wanted to see what level I am at. After seeing it, you are now confident and dare to show up like this. Do you want to finish me off?"

Tom raised his wand. "I'm being respectful to you, Potter."

"A chance for a fair fight."

"Let me see if the savior who defeated the Dark Lord is worthy of the title."

"You probably haven't forgotten what Lockhart taught you in Dueling Club."

He seems to be very obsessed with this kind of ritual.

Harry stopped and held his wand to his chest. "Of course."

They both bowed.

Counting in unison.

"one……"

"two……"

At this moment, the "spit" sound just landed.

Harry kicked his feet, jumped out, and swung his sword at Tom's head.

Tom was even half a step ahead of him and waved his wand. Two of the snakes coiled on the pillar twisted and crawled, and smashed towards Harry fiercely.

Turning halfway, Harry rolled over to avoid the stone snake's attack and waved his wand. However, his magic power was not strong enough to control two stone snakes at the same time.

But it’s just one, no problem.

Two giant snakes were entangled and fighting.

There was another one, which, under Tom's command, created a huge wave, so ferocious and brutal that Harry dodged it with his nimble movements.

"Hellish flames!"

Tom waved his wand.

The black flames surged, covering the sky and spreading in all directions.

"Stupid fight. As a wizard, you actually want to use the weapons of the mudblood." Tom looked at me coldly and sneered, "Stupidity is the reason for your death."

"So, when you duel with people, you just use your mouth to annoy your opponent to death?" Harry dodged the stone snake and used Transfiguration to change the surrounding terrain in an attempt to find an opportunity to get close.

Right at this moment.

Inside the secret room, another huge surge of magical power surged.

It was a familiar feeling, it was the magic of Albus Dumbledore.