The Lightning Dragon In Harry Potter

"Is the Basilisk your last resort, Tom ?"

Luke couldn't help but find it amusing. He knew that the snake was already under his control, even without Parseltongue. His kaleidoscope Sharingan's control ability far surpassed Parseltongue.

"As a Slytherin wizard, you must have heard the rumors about the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets from fifty years ago?" Tom, dressed in a green Slytherin robe, stood across from him, smiling.

Seeing Luke's unperturbed expression, he continued. "Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Slytherin, once kept a Basilisk in this secret chamber for nearly a thousand years..."

Tom's smile widened, but Luke remained unimpressed.

"So what?" Luke twirled his wand, his pale blue eyes fixed on Tom.

"Do you really think you can control that Basilisk?" Luke's laugh was incredulous.

"You must have heard of Parseltongue, Geralt!" Tom ignored Luke's mockery. He had regained his composure. "We are born Parselmouths, able to control all snakes, including the Basilisk, the legacy of Salazar Slytherin."

Tom pointed his wand behind him and let out a snake-like roar in Parseltongue. From the depths of the cave behind Luke, faint sounds began to emerge. Luke turned to see a pair of scarlet eyes, like light bulbs, glowing in the darkness.

Seeing Luke's momentary pause, Tom sneered. "As I said, Geralt, you must pay for your actions."

The enormous figure of the Basilisk slowly slithered out of the cave, its scarlet eyes locking onto the two figures before it.

Luke shook his head, still amused. "Tom , you don't seriously think you can deal with me using just one Basilisk, do you?"

Luke turned to look directly at Tom and said softly, "Even if I didn't have the kaleidoscope to control the basilisk, I have many ways to handle it. Just like my dragon slayer magic."

"What do you mean?" Tom asked, suddenly feeling something was off. Why wasn't Luke afraid of the basilisk? Even he was almost scared to death when he first saw it. But Luke seemed completely unfazed.

"Kill the wizard!" Tom commanded the basilisk in Parseltongue, suppressing his unease. But what happened next left him dumbfounded.

The basilisk wound its body and crawled in front of Luke, slowly lowering its noble head as if welcoming its master.

"That's what I mean," Luke said, reaching out to touch the basilisk's head. He then looked up at the stunned Tom.

"How can you control the basilisk?" Tom couldn't keep his cool. "That's impossible! I'm the heir to Slytherin, and you don't speak Parseltongue!"

Seeing his last card fail, Tom was completely panicked now.

"Is Parseltongue important?" Luke chuckled.

Under Tom's terrified gaze, Luke's eyes quickly transformed into a pair of eerie scarlet pupils with three tomoe.

"Those eyes..." Tom froze, looking at the basilisk's pupils subconsciously. They were exactly the same. It was Luke who had been controlling the basilisk all along.

Before, he was like a clown performing on stage, and Luke was the only audience in the audience.

"You... controlled my basilisk, Luke Geralt!" Tom finally understood the depth of the deception.

Tom's confidence shattered as he attempted to command the basilisk using Parseltongue, only to be met with no response. The serpent's scarlet eyes fixed on him, sending chills down his spine. Despite being just a soul fragment, Tom could still feel the oppressive aura emanating from the creature. He couldn't believe what was happening.

"Geralt, what the hell did you do to my snake!" Tom shouted in fury, more desperate than he had ever felt before, even when he heard from Ronald that Voldemort had been defeated by a mere infant.

Luke responded with a calm snap of his fingers, a sound that echoed ominously through the chamber. The basilisk, responding to his command, twisted its massive body and slithered towards Tom, its emerald green scales scraping against the stone floor with a grating noise.

In a final act of defiance, Tom cast the Killing Curse at the approaching basilisk. "Avada Kedavra!" The green light struck the serpent, but its scales absorbed the spell without harm. Seeing his most powerful curse fail, Tom fell into a state of utter despair, a feeling foreign to him.

In that moment of vulnerability, the basilisk lunged, its fangs aimed at Tom. But instead of tearing through flesh, Tom's form dissolved into a shower of crystal light, disappearing into the air. 

Luke observed the scene with a cold detachment. The diary, the vessel containing Tom's essence, floated in the air, untouched. Luke reached out and grabbed it, noting that Ronald was still unconscious on the ground.

As he opened the diary, sharp-edged writing appeared on the pages: "Destroy me, Geralt!"

Luke chuckled at the command. Destroy Tom Riddle? That had never been his plan. Ever since he discovered the potential of the Reincarnation technique in this world, he had a different arrangement in mind for the sixth-year student who would become Lord Voldemort. Such a powerful entity could not simply be discarded; it had to be harnessed.

"It's a pity, really," Luke mused, "to waste such talent. But using you for my own ends is a much better outcome." He smiled, a calculating glint in his eye, as he considered the possibilities that lay ahead. The downfall of Tom Riddle was just the beginning; now, Luke had the means to mold the remnants of this dark soul to his will.