HP Approaches the Magic World

Being held by a phoenix is ​​not a comfortable experience.

When Jon was brought into the chamber of secrets by the Phoenix, the basilisk was moving towards Harry. In the phantom, Jon could hear the sound of its heavy body sliding slowly across the dusty ground.

On the other side, Harry still closed his eyes tightly and began to run blindly to the side, his hands stretched out in front of him and groping.

Riddle was laughing triumphantly...

Harry tripped and fell heavily on the stone. The basilisk was approaching little by little. The situation was urgent.

Suddenly, Harry heard an explosion-like crack above his head, and something hit Harry hard, knocking him against the wall.

He was waiting for the fangs to pierce his body, when he heard a crazy hissing sound, and something slammed the stone pillar aside.

Jon did not fall to the ground. The phoenix took him through space, but he still had to adjust his state to ensure that he would not be discovered by Riddle's soul, and at the same time ensure that the magic network could have a close connection with him, ensuring that he could

Pass on what you gain here as much as possible.

Fortunately, although the will of Hogwarts is not clear, there is still some instinct.

On the other side, Harry wasn't feeling well either.

He kept his eyes closed uncomfortably, so he couldn't bear it any longer and opened his eyes a tiny bit to see what was going on.

The huge basilisk was green and glowed with the unique bright light of poisonous snakes. Its body was as thick as the trunk of an oak tree. It stretched its upper body high into the air, and its big flat head darted randomly between the stone pillars.

It's like being drunk.

Just as Harry shuddered and tried to close his eyes, the basilisk turned around, and Harry saw clearly what had diverted its attention.

Fox was circling around its head, and the basilisk angrily rushed towards the Phoenix, with fangs as thin and long as sabers exposed in its mouth.

Fox swooped down suddenly, and its long golden beak plunged into the basilisk's head. Suddenly, a stream of black blood splashed to the ground, like a shower, and the basilisk's tail swung wildly, almost hitting it.

Harry.

Before Harry could close his eyes, the basilisk had already turned its head.

Harry saw its face and its eyes - the two huge yellow eyes like lightbulbs, which were pecked out by the phoenix. Black blood spurted to the ground, and the basilisk grunted in pain.

sound.

"No!" Jon heard Riddle scream, "Get off the bird! Get off the bird! The boy is behind you! You can still smell him! Kill him!"

The blind basilisk turned around. It lost its target and didn't know what to do, but it was still very dangerous.

Fox flew around its head, singing strange songs in his mouth, and from time to time he aimed at the basilisk's scaly nose, pecking here and there, and black blood spurted from the basilisk's blinded eyes.

And out.

"Help me, help me," Harry whispered in confusion, "Who can save me, no matter who it is!"

The basilisk's tail swept over again, Harry quickly lowered his head, and Jon quickly flicked his fingers, so something soft was scraped by the snake's tail and hit Harry in the face.

——The basilisk "swept" the Sorting Hat into Harry's arms.

Harry grabbed his hat, it was his only weapon, his only hope.

He put it on his head haphazardly, and then fell to the ground, because the basilisk's tail swept towards him again.

"Help me - help me -" thought Harry, his eyes squeezed beneath his hat, "please help me."

There was no sound to answer him. On the contrary, the hat tightened tighter and tighter, as if an invisible hand was holding it tightly.

Just as Dumbledore expected, Harry did not discover the secret inside the hat, so Jon had to use some means - using the special power of the founder's blood to urge the Sorting Hat to respond.

then.

Roar!

Something very hard and heavy fell on the top of Harry's head, almost knocking him unconscious.

Stars appeared in front of his eyes. He grabbed the top of the hat and tried to take it off, but he felt a long, hard thing underneath the hat.

A shining silver sword appeared in the hat, with a dazzling egg-sized ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

"Kill the boy! Get away from the bird! The boy is behind you! Smell hard - smell him!"

Riddle was screaming again.

But Harry was already on his feet, ready.

The basilisk's head was descending, and it turned towards Harry, coiling around and tapping against the stone pillars.

Harry could see its two huge, blood-soaked eye sockets, and saw its mouth open so wide that it could have swallowed him whole, revealing two rows of swords as long as his silver sword.

The fangs are thin, glowing coldly, and contain venom...

It rushed over blindly, and Harry hurriedly dodged and hit the wall of the secret room.

Then it rushed over again, its forked tongue swiping across Harry's body, and Harry raised his silver sword with both hands, trying to resist.

The basilisk pounced again. This time its target was clear. Harry put all his strength on the silver sword and plunged it deeply into the basilisk's roof of the mouth, so deep that it reached the hilt.

.

However, just as the hot snake blood drenched Harry's arm, he felt a sudden and heartbreaking pain in his arm and elbow.

A venomous fang was digging deeper and deeper into his arm. When the basilisk twisted in pain and rolled to the ground aside, the fang broke.

Harry slid along the wall to the floor.

He grabbed the fang that was spraying venom into his body and pulled it out of his arm.

But it was already too late, the severe pain was slowly and continuously spreading from the wound to the whole body.

When he threw away his fangs and watched his blood slowly soak into his robes, his vision began to blur - the secret room gradually dissolved into a mass of rapidly rotating dim colors.

A bright red light passed lightly past his eyes, and Harry heard the gentle scratching sound of claws coming from beside him.

"Fawkes," Harry said vaguely, "you're amazing, Fawkes..."

The big bird put its beautiful head against the place where he was stabbed by the basilisk's fang, and then, a dark shadow stood in front of him.

"You are dead, Harry Potter," Riddle's voice said above him, "dead, and even Dumbledore's bird knows it.

Do you see what it's doing, Potter?

It's crying.

I'm going to sit here and watch you die, Harry Potter.

Don't worry, I have plenty of time."

——Retarded, under the cover of the Disillusionment Curse, Jon rolled his eyes, but his good qualities prevented him from cursing.

The tears of the phoenix are very precious. You will have to ask Dumbledore for some later.