HP Approaches the Magical World

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

When Jon was brought into the secret room by the phoenix, the basilisk was moving towards Harry, and Jon in the phantom could hear its heavy body slowly sliding across the dusty ground.

On the other side, eyes still closed, Harry began to flee sideways blindly, his hands outstretched and groping in front of him.

Riddle was laughing wildly triumphantly...

Harry tripped and fell hard on the stone, the basilisk was closing in, it 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 sink into him when he heard a frantic hiss as something slammed the pillar aside.

Jon didn't land on the ground, and the phoenix took him through the 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 net could have a close connection with himself, to ensure that he could Pass the harvest here back as much as possible.

Fortunately, although Hogwarts' will is not sober, it still has a little instinct.

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

He kept his eyes closed uncomfortably, so he couldn't help it anymore and opened them a thin slit to see what was going on.

That giant basilisk, with its whole body green and glowing with the unique brilliance of venomous snakes, has a body as thick as the trunk of an oak tree. It stretches its upper half high into the air, and its big flat head wanders randomly among the stone pillars. It's like being drunk.

Just as Harry was trembling and trying to close his eyes, the basilisk turned and Harry could see what had distracted it.

Fox was circling around its head, and the basilisk angrily jumped at the phoenix, its mouth showing thin and long fangs like sabers.

Fox swooped down sharply, and its long golden beak pierced the basilisk's head. Suddenly, a stream of black blood splashed on the ground like a shower, and the basilisk's tail swung wildly, almost hitting it. Harry.

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

Harry saw its face head-on, saw its eyes—the two huge yellow eyes, which were like light bulbs, were pecked blind by the phoenix, and the black blood spurted to the ground violently, and the basilisk grunted in pain. sound.

"Don't!" Jon heard Riddle scream, "Get off that bird! Get off that bird! The boy's 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 menacing.

Fawkes flew around its head, singing weird songs, pointing at the basilisk's scaly nose from time to time, pecking here and there, and black blood spurted from the basilisk's blinded eyes out.

"Help me, save me," Harry whispered in bewilderment, "help me, whoever it is!"

The basilisk's tail swept over again, Harry quickly lowered his head, and Jon flicked his fingers quickly, so a soft thing 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 the hat,

It was his only weapon, his only hope.

He slapped it on his head carelessly, and then dropped to the ground as the basilisk's tail swiped at him again.

"Help me - save me -" thought Harry, eyes pressed tightly under the hat, "please help me."

No voice answered him. Instead, the cap tightened, as if an invisible hand was clenching it desperately.

Just as Dumbledore expected, Harry didn't discover the secret inside the hat, so Jon had to use a little trick - using the special power of the founder's blood to urge the Sorting Hat to respond.

then.

Clang!

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

Venus appeared before his eyes. He grabbed the top of the hat and tried to take it off, but felt a long, hard thing under it.

A gleaming silver sword appeared in the hat, with a dazzling ruby ​​the size of an egg set in the hilt.

"Kill the boy! Get off the bird! The boy is behind you! Smell—smell him!"

Riddle screamed again.

But Harry was on his feet, ready.

The basilisk's head was coming down, and it turned its face towards Harry, coiling its body around and banging on the stone pillars.

Harry could see its huge, blood-stained eye sockets, and saw its mouth open so wide that it could swallow him whole, revealing two rows of spears as long as his silver sword. Venomous fangs, thin, glowing coldly, containing venom...

It rushed blindly, and Harry dodged in a hurry, crashing into the wall of the Chamber of Secrets.

Then it lunged again, its forked tongue whizzing past Harry's body, and Harry raised the silver sword with both hands, trying to resist.

The basilisk pounced again. This time its goal is clear. Harry poured all his strength into the silver sword, driving it deep into the basilisk's palate, so deep it reached the hilt.

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

A venomous fang was digging deeper and deeper into his arm, and it broke as the basilisk writhed in agony and rolled onto the ground aside.

Harry slid down the wall to the floor.

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

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

As he dropped his fangs and watched his blood slowly soak through his robes, his vision was beginning to blur—the chamber was melting into a swirling cloud of dim color.

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

"Fawkes," said Harry vaguely, "you're wonderful, Fox..."

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

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

Do you see what it's doing, Potter?

It is 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 quality prevented him from cursing out loud.

The phoenix's tears are very precious, and I have to talk to Dumbledore about it later.

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