The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 166 McGonagall and Tom Riddle

Chapter 166 McGonagall and Tom Riddle

"Bang!"

The ghastly green Killing Curse was deflected by a book—a cover that McGonagall had pulled up with her wand at the last second. With a flick of her wand, the cover instantly transformed into ropes that shot straight toward the smiling Riddle.

"Long time no see, Professor McGonagall is as good as ever." Riddle shrugged with interest, then flicked his wand, and a burst of flame shot out, turning the rope to ashes.

Before he could retaliate, the broken tables and chairs transformed into sharp swords that came at him, forcing Riddle to wave his wand to deflect them one by one.

"Mr. Potter! You must get out of here!" McGonagall gripped her wand tightly and looked at Riddle, her voice serious and unquestionable.

"We—" Harry was interrupted by Riddle before he could speak.

"Will the boy who survived this ordeal use his own hospital director as—his own scapegoat?"

His words were like those of a venomous snake; just a flick of his tongue was enough to send chills down one's spine and incite anger.

"Mr. Potter—" McGonagall hurriedly tried to stop Harry, but Riddle didn't give her the chance.

His wand shot out like lightning, and spells immediately attacked from all directions. Tom Riddle was the most outstanding student Hogwarts had had in nearly a hundred years.

The last person like him was Albus Dumbledore.

Therefore, even though McGonagall was a professor, she could only barely keep up with him, and even that was based on the fact that McGonagall seemed to be just having fun.

"Buzz!"

McGonagall bravely deflected a curse, then leaped high into the air and transformed into a tabby cat to evade the Killing Curse. She then passed through the gaps between the tables and chairs and instantly transformed back into a human to launch a counterattack.

Even with such a brilliant and unexpected Animagus attack, Riddle's wand still managed to unleash the Killing Curse once more.

"Harry, let's go!"

Upon witnessing this perilous scene, Hermione and Ron immediately tried to pull Harry away, but Harry simply bit his lip and held up his wand.

"Disarm you!"

His wand flashed with a silver light, but the weak spell was easily deflected by Riddle flicking his robe.

His battle with Professor McGonagall was not something a second-year student like him could participate in.

"Harry!" Hermione gritted her teeth and raised her wand when she saw that he was unmoved. She seemed to want to knock Harry down and take him away.

However, it was clear that this was in vain.

Because Riddle had already noticed all of this.

With a smile, he forced McGonagall back with a Killing Curse, and then immediately raised his wand and swung it around his body.

Crimson flames, like galloping pythons, spewed from the tip of the staff, then crawled around the edges of the robe and burned fiercely around the room. The flames did not engulf everything, but were precisely controlled by magic to simply surround the entire classroom.

Riddle's plan was clear: he wanted to trap Harry here and then—kill the people who stood in his way to protect him right in front of him.

His eyes held a cruel, mocking smile.

"Stun!" McGonagall seemed unable to bear the scene before her, and she flicked her wand to cast a Stunning Spell, but it was only deflected to the side by Riddle's wand.

"Professor McGonagall, it's a pity—even with your powerful Transfiguration abilities, you can't fight in such a confined space, can you?"

Riddle's effortless demeanor made McGonagall frown. She held up her wand and looked at Riddle with a headache.

Voldemort was right—McGrimm's greatest skill was Transfiguration, but in such a small space, barely the size of an office, there was simply no room for her to use her Transfiguration.

She could only rely on various simple transformations to entangle herself with Riddle, hoping that Dumbledore, or another professor, would discover what was going on.

But is that even possible?

Riddle smirked as he watched McGonagall struggle to stay upright—he knew what McGonagall was thinking, but unfortunately for her, he had already used a spell to conceal the area around the office.

Unless a professor happens to be passing by—but the students wouldn't notice anything anyway.

That's why he was so interested.

The only two people in all of Hogwarts who could stop him were not here at the moment—one was Dumbledore, and the other was Royla Hamilton.

"That good-for-nothing Lockhart still has his uses," Riddle said with a hint of smugness as he watched McGonagall's actions.

Even so, are you still struggling to keep going?

Then I'll speed things up.

Riddle flicked his wand, and flames suddenly surged up from all sides, attacking the four of them from all directions.

Seeing this, McGonagall raised her wand high, barely managing to create a barrier in front of herself.

However, this barrier appeared to be in grave danger under the impact of the flames, with raging fire snakes darting around and attacking from different directions.

Seeing McGonagall's exhausted state, Riddle raised his wand high.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The pale green spell was unleashed, piercing through the raging flames and striking the barrier. The barrier, which was barely holding on, shattered instantly, and McGonagall was knocked to the ground by the impact of the magic, before being struck by a stun spell.

"Professor McGonagall!" The only barrier between them and Riddle collapsed amidst the exclamations of the three students.

"Professor McGonagall is truly remarkable," Riddle murmured, toying with his wand. "To be so old—and still able to resist for so long."

"It really is true—"

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

"Bang!"

Hermione's spell bounced off Riddle's wand as he frowned at her, saying, "Don't you know you have to listen to what someone says before you can cast a spell?"

"You impolite Mudblood!" he said, flipping his wand and casting a Stunning Charm that sent Hermione flying.

"Hermione?!" Ron shouted, raising his wand. "Faint!"

As a result, the broken wand made a strange noise and knocked Ron to the ground.

Seeing this somewhat comical scene, Riddle burst into laughter.

"Harry—Harry Potter!" he called out Harry's name loudly while opening his arms. "Do you like this feeling?"

"That feeling of being protected by your friends?"

"I----"

"Shh!"

With a tap of his wand, Riddle silenced Harry. Seeing Harry frozen in place and unable to speak, Riddle walked up to him with interest and gently tapped his face with his wand.

"Do you know why I didn't just kill them?" Riddle asked in a low voice. "You probably don't, do you?"

"It's alright—let me answer your question?" Riddle said, winking. "After all, I'd love to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

As he spoke, he raised his wand and gently pointed it at the three people lying on the ground.

Amid Harry's sobs, he casually asked, "Actually, I wanted to play a game. Who do you want to die?"

"I'll kill one of them," he said with a shrug. "Then the others will live."

"Ah—that includes you, of course."

"Waaaaah!"

"Shh!" Riddle held up a finger to Harry's lips. "Don't speak yet—Harry."

"We're going to kill someone with our own hands."

"Let him die in your place!"

Seeing Harry's angry expression, Riddle chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, stop looking at me like that."

"Shall I let you reveal the answer now?"

"Oh, right—just a heads-up, if you don't choose, I'll kill all three of them and leave you alive."

"You'd better think carefully about the answer—I don't want them all to—"

Riddle paused suddenly as he spoke, his eyelids lifting slightly as he looked behind him.

Someone had broken his concealment spell—and was rapidly approaching through the window behind him.

"Bang!"

Under Riddle's resentful gaze, the office window shattered suddenly, and a silver figure leaped in.

It was a unicorn with sharp horns, its hooves creaking lightly on the broken glass, its horns gleaming golden in the sunlight behind it.

On its back was a figure wrapped in a black robe.

She looked down at him with an indifferent, silent face—a silver mask that revealed no emotion whatsoever.

Only a pair of blue eyes peered out from the slits, their gaze cold and indifferent.