HP Approaches the Magical World

Harry felt drowsy. Everything around seems to be spinning.

"The famous Harry Potter is finished," said Riddle's voice from afar, "alone in the Chamber of Secrets, abandoned by his friends.

He challenged the Dark Lord beyond his capacity, and was finally defeated by the Dark Lord.

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

At the price of her own life, she made you live for another twelve years...

But Voldemort finally got rid of you, in fact, you already knew he would do it. "

If he was dying, Harry thought, it wouldn't be so bad, and even the pain was slowly lessening...

But is this really death?

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

Harry shook his head slightly, and he saw Fawkes, the bird still resting its head on his arm.

A pool of pearly tears glistened around his wound—hey, strange, why is the wound gone?

"Get off, you wretched bird," said Riddle's voice suddenly, "get off him. You hear me, get off!"

He looked distraught, and even if he didn't know the effect of the phoenix's tears at first, he knew it now.

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

There was a loud "bang", like a shot, and Fox flew up like a whirlwind of gold and red.

"Phoenix tears..." Riddle whispered, his eyes fixed on Harry's arm, "healing... I forgot..."

He looked into Harry's face: "But it's okay.

Actually, I think it's better that way.

Just you and me, Harry Potter...

you and me……"

He raised his wand as Fawkes flapped his wings quickly and circled above them again, and then something fell on Harry's lap - the diary.

In that life-and-death moment, Harry, and Riddle, wand still raised, had their eyes fixed on it.

Jon also watched, and if Harry couldn't react, he would control the basilisk's fangs and plunge them into the notebook.

Thankfully, however, Harry didn't think or hesitate, as if he'd made up his mind to do it all along, grabbed the basilisk fang from the ground beside him, and thrust it straight into the center of the diary .

With a terrible, sustained, ear-piercing scream, jets of ink spurted out of the diary and trickled down Harry's hands onto the floor.

Riddle twisted and struggled, waving his arms incessantly, screaming, and then... he disappeared.

With a snap, Harry's wand fell to the floor, and then everything fell silent except for the sound of ink still oozing from the diary.

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

Harry trembled all over.

Supported to stand up.

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

Slowly, he raised his wand and Sorting Hat again, and with yet another strenuous effort, he drew the gleaming silver sword from the basilisk's palate.

At this time, a soft groan 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 fell first on the huge corpse of the basilisk, then on Harry in his blood-stained robes, and finally on the diary in his hand.

She shivered, gasped for air, and burst into tears.

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

I did it, Harry—but I—I swear I—didn't mean to, R—Riddle made me, he—he got hold of me.

How did you—how did you kill that—that guy?

Riddle was—where?

I—the last thing I remember is that he came out of the diary—”

"It's all right now," said Harry, who showed Ginny the big hole pierced by the fangs, "Riddle's gone. Look, he and the Basilisk are gone. Come on, Ginny, let's get out of here—" —”

"I'll be expelled!" sobbed Ginny, as Harry helped her wobble to her feet, "I've been looking forward to coming to Hogwarts ever since Be--Bill came. , now that I have to leave, what will Mom and Dad do—how should I say it?”

Fawkes hovered over the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, waiting for them.

Harry urged Ginny to hurry, and they stepped over the basilisk's motionless, coiled corpse, through the dark, empty, echoing room, back into the tunnel.

Harry heard the two stone doors snap shut behind them.

...

But the Chamber of Secrets did not calm down.

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

It doesn't make sense though.

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 useless at all.

"I know that young people nowadays are not rigorous in doing things, and others have to clean up for him. This day, I have to wipe other people's buttocks."

But complaining is nothing but complaining, what should be done is still to be done.

"Then, our lovely Mr. Riddle, although you probably don't even know what I'm talking about now, soul fragments praying for life in the body of the dead basilisk, but whatever you plan, you don't It will be successful, then will you come out by yourself next, or should 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 protruding from the magic net.

After all, it was Riddle's soul—although the Horcrux was made very poorly, and the soul power he separated was not very powerful at that time, it was human soul after all. As food, it was better than those spiders under Aragog. Much stronger.

The tentacles of the magic net are like potential spiritual poisons. They are really powerful against the existence of soul fragments, and they immediately extract the golden soul power hidden in the body of the basilisk.

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

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