Draco felt as though he had stumbled into an endless pipe. It was dark and sticky everywhere.
The wind caused by the convection made his face sore and a sharp blade seemed to slice across his ears.
The pipe was very steep in some places and was full of twists and turns. There were smaller pipes that made up the road, but they were clearly too narrow for a person to fit through.
For safety reasons, Draco used a floating technique to protect himself from shock and prevent accidents.
However, it seemed that his precautions were unnecessary.
The back part of the water pipe suddenly became horizontal, and Draco emerged from the mouth of the pipe and stepped steadily onto the wet ground. He found himself in a dark stone tunnel large enough for a person to stand inside.
"Fluorescent flash!" Draco waved his wand, illuminating the area around him.
Even though he slowed his pace, his footsteps still made a rattling sound on the damp ground.
The only sound in the tunnel was his footsteps, adding to the bleak atmosphere. Every so often, he stepped on a skull or other bones, producing a rattling sound.
"Is that the skin of a python?" Draco glanced at the large, bright green snake skin lying on the ground not far from him.
The animal that had shed this skin must have been at least twenty feet long, or about six meters.
Hunters in the forest often say, "I'd rather face 500 poisonous snakes than a python."
A bite from the former may have an antidote, but the latter will directly hang you, making you feel like there is less and less oxygen in your body as you slowly die.
Watching yourself go to death may be more frightening than death itself.
Draco now had to face the basilisk, a huge, poisonous beast.
Drqco did not come to die, and his identity would not allow Riddle to kill him on sight.
Riddle had been alone for so long, and Lockhart and he would not be able to chat.
Most of the people at Hogwarts looked at him as though he were a fool.
In the original book, Riddle grumbled and whistled with Harry before starting the kill.
Draco continued to walk through the snake skin, turning corner after corner in the tunnel until he finally came to a strong wall with two intertwined snakes carved into it, their eyes set with large, shiny emeralds.
"It didn't work." Draco's body tensed as he attempted to transform his buttons, but found that they had no effect.
He tore open a rooster roaring letter and found it to be as deflated as a ball. "Dumb cannon."
"He really was prepared." Draco shuddered, but this did not affect his plan.
"Open." Draco spoke to the two stone snakes in a forced version of the snake language.
The snakes on the wall began to slowly swim, causing the wall to split in half and reveal a passage.
Draco stepped inside.
He looked around. The room was long and dark, with many tall stone columns adorned with intertwined snakes.
These columns supported the ceiling that loomed in the darkness above, casting a long and grotesque black shadow on the room.
The room was filled with a mysterious green light.
"It's really uncomfortable to be stared at by this thing." Draco shivered as he felt that the stone snakes were watching him intensely, making him feel depressed and quite uncomfortable.
As he walked parallel to the last pair of stone pillars, a statue as tall as the room appeared in front of him, standing against the dark wall behind it.
It was a stone carving of an old man with a dragon-like, monkey-like face and a sparse, long beard that almost touched the hem of his wizard's robe.
Two gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room, and between those feet was a man in an emerald green robe with wavy blond hair.
"Oh," Draco sighed to himself. He was presumably seeing one thing, and seeing it again with his own eyes.
When he really saw Lockhart, his mood was still very complicated. He didn't expect this straw bag to be so disappointing.
A figure suddenly emerged from behind the stone pillar. Draco knew at a glance that this was the Lord.
The figure had black hair and a tall stature, but his body was not completely solid and was slightly transparent, giving the impression of being a ghost.
"Oh?" The teenager spoke.
"I thought Harry Potter would come here, but I didn't expect it to be you."
"I think about it," he said to himself.
"Well, Lockhart is suspecting except Harry, because you gave him a bottle of his favorite whiskey, which is ridiculous. Draco Malfoy, right?" Riddle looked at Malfoy, his tone a bit ridiculous, and it seemed to be directed at Lockhart.
So far, he showed no malice, perhaps because Draco is a pureblood.
"Master Dark Lord!" Malfoy began his act again, holding his chest with both hands and showing a fanatical expression as he shouted piously.
Riddle was shocked when he heard the name, his eyes suddenly sharpening and he seemed ready to kill if he did not agree.
Draco completely ignored him, and as if he had found something, he rushed towards the diary beside Lockhart.
"Stay away from that book!" Riddle screamed sharply, and the scarlet light flashed in his eyes.
Draco ignored it and quickly took out a bottle filled with bright red liquid, pouring it on the diary.
"How Dare you!" Riddle raised the wand in his hand, but it was very uncoordinated.
Lockhart's wand was too clumsy body unable cooperate to his mind control, covered with various patterns, but Riddle could only use it, but he stopped again shortly.
"Oh, the taste of life." Riddle licked the corner of his mouth, intoxicated as if enjoying an old wine.
He put down his wand.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Dragon Blood," Malfoy stuttered, seeming to realize that he was a little sick just now.