HP Approaches the Magic World

Harry felt drowsy. Everything around him seemed to be spinning.

"The famous Harry Potter is finished like this," Riddle's voice came from far away, "alone in the secret room, abandoned by his friends.

He challenged the Dark Lord over his own strength and was finally defeated by the Dark Lord.

Harry, you will be meeting your dear Muggle mother soon...

At the cost of her own life, she allowed you to live for another twelve years...

But Voldemort finally killed you. In fact, you already knew that he would definitely do this."

Harry thought to himself that if he was dying, it wouldn't be particularly uncomfortable, and even the pain would gradually lessen...

But is this really death?

Not only did the secret room not become dark, but it gradually became clearer.

Harry shook his head slightly. He saw Fawkes, and the big bird still rested his head on his arm.

Pearl-like tears shone around his wound - Hey, strange, why is the wound missing?

"Get away, you lousy bird," Riddle's voice said suddenly, "Get away from him. Do you hear me, get away!"

He looked furious, even if he didn't know the effect of Phoenix's tears at first, he knew now.

Harry looked up and Riddle was pointing Harry's wand at Fawkes.

There was a loud "bang" sound, like a gun being fired, and Fox flew up, like a whirlwind of gold and red.

"The tears of the phoenix..." Riddle whispered, staring at Harry's arm, "it has a healing effect... I forgot..."

He looked at Harry's face: "But it doesn't matter.

Actually, I think it's better this way.

Just you and me, Harry Potter...

you and me……"

He raised his wand, and at this moment, Fawkes flapped his wings rapidly and hovered over their heads again, and then something fell on Harry's lap - the diary.

At that critical moment, both Harry and Riddle, who was still holding the wand, fixed their eyes on it.

Jon also watched. If Harry couldn't react, he would control the basilisk's fang and pierce it into the notebook.

However, thankfully, Harry did not think or hesitate at all, as if he had always made up his mind to do this. He grabbed the basilisk fang on the ground beside him and inserted it directly into the center of the diary.

.

With a terrifying, prolonged, eardrum-piercing scream, streams of ink spurted out from the diary, flowing down Harry's hands and onto the ground.

Riddle twisted and struggled, waving his arms constantly, screaming in agony, and then... he disappeared.

With a "click", Harry's wand fell to the ground, and then everything fell silent, except for the sound of ink still dripping from the diary.

The basilisk's venom burned a hole through the diary, still hissing and emitting black smoke.

Harry trembled all over and stood up with support.

He felt dizzy, as if he had just traveled thousands of miles using Floo powder.

Slowly, he raised his wand and the Sorting Hat again, and with all his strength, he pulled out the shining silver sword from the basilisk's upper jaw.

At this time, a soft moan came from the other side of the secret room.

Ginny woke up and started to move.

Ginny sat up as Harry hurried over.

Her blank eyes first fell on the huge corpse of the basilisk, then on Harry who was wearing a blood-stained robe, and finally on the diary in his hand.

She shuddered, gasped, and burst into tears.

"Harry - Harry - at breakfast, I - I wanted to tell you, but I - couldn't - in front of Percy.

I did it, Harry - but I - I swear I - I didn't mean to, it was Riddle who forced me, he - he took control of me.

How-how did you kill that-that guy?

Riddle is—where?

I-the last thing I remember is him coming out of the diary-"

"It's all right now," said Harry, showing Ginny the gaping hole where the fang had penetrated. "Riddle is doomed. Look, he and the basilisk are doomed. Come on, Ginny, let's get out of here—

—”

"I'm going to be expelled!" Ginny cried as Harry helped her stand up unsteadily. "I've been looking forward to going to Hogwarts ever since Be-Bill came.

, now that I have to leave, what will my parents do - what should I say?"

Fox hovered at the entrance to the chamber, waiting for them.

Harry urged Ginny to move quickly, and they stepped over the motionless coiled corpse of the basilisk, passed through the dark, empty, echoing room, and returned to the tunnel.

Harry heard the two stone doors slide shut behind them.

…

But the secret room did not calm down.

After confirming that the entrance to the secret room was sealed, Jon appeared from the phantom and adjusted his gloves.

Although it doesn't make any sense.

The sound of his footsteps and the sound of water flowing echoed in the empty secret room.

Harry took away the punctured diary, but the broken Horcrux was of no use at all.

"I just know that today's young people are not rigorous in doing things and have to be cleaned up by others. Every day, they are wiping their butts for others."

But whining is still whining, and what needs to be done still needs to be done.

"Well, our lovely Mr. Riddle, although you probably don't know what I'm talking about right now, and the soul fragments are praying for survival in the body of the dead basilisk, but no matter what you are planning, you won't

It will succeed, so will you come out on your own next, or will I help you?"

There was no echo in the air.

"Okay, then I know your choice."

Jon flicked his fingers, and slender silver threads burst out from his fingers, which were the tentacles of the magic net.

After all, it is Riddle's soul - although this Horcrux was very poorly made, and the power of the soul he separated at that time was not very powerful, it is still a human soul after all. As food, it is better than the spiders under Aragog.

Much stronger.

The tentacles of the magic net are like potential spiritual poisons. They are extremely effective against the existence of soul fragments, and the golden soul power hidden in the basilisk's body is extracted in one fell swoop.

"Why bother? If you accept death with peace of mind, you won't suffer this crime. Unfortunately, as Tom Riddle, accepting death with peace of mind has never been written in your dictionary, right?"