The days at Hogwarts
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"You, how could you enter the Chamber of Secrets by yourselves? You should inform the professor first about this kind of thing!" Professor Flitwick screamed in panic, his short legs shaking more frequently than others, looking a little embarrassed.
Professor McGonagall's face was tense and her solemn expression showed that she was very angry, but she knew that now was not the time to teach the little wizard a lesson.
"Well, when I was at that age--" Dumbledore didn't finish his words to ease the atmosphere before he was glared back by Professor McGonagall. He gave Lauren a helpless look.
"Loren, tell us, what's going on?" asked Professor McGonagall.
Loren's steps faltered. In fact, he didn't know the exact situation. It was just that the illusion left on Lockhart was triggered, and Harry and Ron had not returned yet. Combined with these two, he confirmed that Harry and Ron had entered the Chamber of Secrets.
If the two of them had found out the location of the Chamber of Secrets, they would definitely not rush down to the Chamber of Secrets. Acting without authorization must be an emergency. He went to the headmaster's office mainly to inform Dumbledore.
Loren hesitated for a moment and said, "We'll talk about the details later. Let's go and rescue Harry as soon as possible."
Snape pursed his lips and glanced at him inconspicuously. After noticing Dumbledore's leisurely posture behind him, his pace slowed down, and even the hand that had been grabbing Loren's robe loosened.
No one spoke, and the scene fell silent for a moment. With quick steps, the group quickly entered Myrtle's bathroom and came to the entrance to the pool in the secret room.
"I'll go down first!" Professor Flitwick waved his wand at himself, tapped the ground, and rushed into the pipe quickly, leaving an afterimage on the spot.
Flitwick was worried that the basilisk was waiting down there, so he wanted to rush down first to clear the way for the others. Snape said nothing, and jumped into the entrance of the pipe. His cloak pulled the air, and the sound of the wind came out of the pipe.
Professor McGonagall nodded to Dumbledore, waved her wand, lifted her skirt and flew into the entrance of the pipe.
Sprout was a little slower, and was stopped by Dumbledore when he was about to enter. Dumbledore shook his head at her and said gently: "Pomona, you stay up there, someone has to pick us up, right?"
Sprout clenched the wand in her hand and opened her mouth. The fat witch seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally nodded in agreement.
Dumbledore and Loren disappeared into the depths of the pipe. When they landed on the wet ground, the three professors in front had formed a battle formation and were advancing rapidly.
Everyone agreed that Dumbledore would protect Loren, so they didn't need to worry about them.
In the dark stone tunnel, the ground was covered with the bones of small animals, and the whole space looked like a huge tomb. At the exit of the pipe, water drops fell on the ground from time to time, and the sound of splashing water echoed in the tunnel.
The group walked towards the tunnel entrance. From a distance, Snape saw the monster lying there. He did not alert the monster, but moved lightly and warned the people around him: "Be careful."
The three professors quickly pointed their wands at the tunnel entrance, but they didn't see Harry and Ron. They were afraid that something might happen if they acted rashly, so they just accumulated their strength and kept approaching the monster. The scene fell silent for a while.
Loren glanced at Dumbledore and asked in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "Shouldn't we warn them?"
Dumbledore looked innocent, frowned and pretended to be puzzled, "Remind of what?"
Loren's eyes twitched... Keep acting, just wait to be scolded by Professor McGonagall...
The two people who were lagging behind caught up with them, but the monster in front was still motionless. Professor Flitwick was the first to react: "It doesn't seem to be alive?"
Snape rushed over quickly and his voice came from afar: "It's just the skin shed by the basilisk."
Several people in the back stepped forward and looked at the huge snake skin. Snape suppressed his excitement and said, "It's at least twenty feet long. It contains magic that has not been lost for many years. If it replaces the African tree snake skin..."
The following words were mixed with various professional terms related to potions, and were mumbled in a loud voice, so the others could hardly understand.
Professor Flitwick fiddled with the scales that were half as big as his body, feeling the hardness comparable to that of metal, his eyes full of surprise.
"I never knew there was such a monster hiding in Hogwarts Castle! My God, there are so many students in the school... Slytherin he--" The veins on Professor McGonagall's forehead couldn't stop throbbing. If Salazar Slytherin was not one of the four founders, she would have cursed out loud.
Loren stood by seriously, pretending to know nothing.
Dumbledore coughed lightly and said, "Let's move on. Potter and Weasley are still waiting for us."
The three professors came back to their senses from their surprise and nodded seriously...
In front of the Slytherin statue.
Crabbe watched as Lockhart was sent flying, a desire for power flashed in his eyes.He turned his head to look at Harry and Ron beside him, and said with a smirk, "Look who this is, Saint Potter and his friends."
"You came here to save these two little Muggle wizards, but unfortunately, now you are going to die with them." His tone revealed his suppressed excitement, and he couldn't wait to see these people being killed.
"And Morgan and Granger, the two Mudbloods, and Longbottom, the pure-blood traitor... I will kill you one by one—"
Voldemort ignored the idiot, controlled the thin snake to swim out, and arched its body towards Harry: "Harry - Potter! We meet again."
Harry felt the scar on his head burning rapidly, and facing the venomous snake's gaze, he did not avoid it at all, but stared at Voldemort.
Under the special pressure, Harry felt that his thoughts were racing at an unprecedented speed.
Serpents… Parseltongue… Basilisk… Chamber of Secrets… Accused Hagrid… Hesitant Hagrid…
A flash of inspiration connected all the things together, and Harry shouted out from the bottom of his heart: "Voldemort! You are Tom Riddle!"
Ron widened his eyes and looked at the thin snake in front of him in surprise.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha--" A hoarse and unpleasant laughter came out of the snake's mouth. Voldemort swam back and forth on the ground, wanton and complacent.
"Yes, yes." Voldemort wrapped his arm around Crabbe's and manipulated his wand, drawing a few strokes in the air, writing three glittering words:
Tom Marvolo Riddle
"I used this name when I was a student at Hogwarts, but! You know, in my veins flows the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, passed down to me through his daughter! How could I keep the name of that disgusting, filthy Muggle father? He abandoned me before I was born because he found out that his wife was a witch."
Ron's heart was pounding. He couldn't imagine that Voldemort had such a past. He always thought that Voldemort came out of some dirty and evil quagmire and was born to destroy the world.
Harry's mind froze, and he looked at Voldemort dumbly. This is the man who used to be an orphan, but when he grew up, he turned more people into orphans...
"Of course, my stupid Muggle father paid the price for this. And Voldemort is my past, present, and future..." The wand waved again, and the letters automatically changed their positions and became:
I am Lord Voldemort
Several professors hiding behind the stone pillar at the entrance of the room had different expressions and were uncertain.They were going to rush out to protect Harry and Ron, and save the kidnapped Colin and Justin, but Dumbledore stopped them and asked everyone to hide behind the stone pillar and watch the situation.
Professor Flitwick trusts Dumbledore unconditionally and believes that Dumbledore will not put students' lives in danger.
Snape looked at Loren deeply and snorted contemptuously.
Professor McGonagall was so angry that her eyebrows were trembling. She finally realized that Dumbledore had made arrangements long ago and this scene was within his expectations.
This discovery made people angry, but also reassured. Although the professors had different ideas and feelings, they all hid behind the stone pillars and waited and watched with a different mentality.
"Fifty years ago, you were the one who killed Myrtle and put the blame on Hagrid!" Ron shouted.
"It was me. I was the one who exposed Hagrid, Harry, and - the red-haired one." Voldemort glanced at Ron and said casually, "You can imagine what the situation was like for old Mr. Armando Dippet. On one side was me, Tom Riddle, born in poverty but extremely intelligent, with both parents dead but both wise and brave, and was the school's prefect and model student."
When the professors present heard this, they all looked at Loren. They felt that this argument sounded familiar, very familiar.
Loren spread his hands innocently and blinked: "What are you looking at me for?"
Professor Snape chuckled and said, "Let's see if you can grow up to be the third generation Dark Lord."
Professor Flitwick smiled slightly. This was of course a joke. Not every student who was born in poverty and whose parents died would grow up to be a Dark Lord. Professor McGonagall still had a sullen face, but the corners of her mouth curled up.
"What does it have to do with me? My family is not poor." Loren retorted. Grandpa Bates is a rich man.
While laughing, Dumbledore's eyes drifted towards the unconscious Lockhart and he sighed softly...it seemed as if he had missed something.
Voldemort's triumphant voice continued, "On the other side, there's the big, clumsy Hagrid, who's a troublemaker and gets into trouble every week. He raises werewolf cubs under his bed and sneaks into the Forbidden Forest to wrestle trolls. But I have to admit that even I didn't expect the plan to go so smoothly. I thought someone would realize that Hagrid couldn't be the heir of Slytherin. It took me five years to figure out the situation in the Chamber of Secrets and discover the secret entrance... Could it be that Hagrid has such a mind and such ability?"
"I bet Dumbledore saw through you a long time ago," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, he has been on guard against me from the beginning and trusts that troll Rubeus unconditionally. Since Hagrid was expelled, he has been monitoring me even more closely. It's very annoying."
Having said that, Voldemort's emotions did not fluctuate much:
"I know that it would not be safe for me to open the Chamber of Secrets again while I am in school under his surveillance. I have gained knowledge from Salazar Slytherin here and inherited his unfinished career and ideals. My great ancestor stayed with the three Gryffindors for too long, and those foolish morals bound him. He could have gone further on this path."
"But I am different. I never care about other people's ignorant prejudices and can directly touch the essence and truth of magic. Combined with the knowledge he left behind, I embarked on a completely different path. Of course, I don't want to waste all my efforts in finding the Chamber of Secrets for so many years, nor do I want Slytherin's heritage to disappear. For this reason, I left a diary and kept my memories of the 16-year-old me in the diary."
Harry matched this with what he had just heard and murmured, "Horcrux?"
"Yes, the basilisk killed Myrtle, and my soul was split. So I left a part of my 16-year-old self in that year forever. In this way, I hope that one day, with luck, I can guide another to follow in my footsteps and complete the noble cause of Salazar Slytherin."
Ron looked at Crabbe and asked with some disdain, "Is this the person you chose? Did he find the diary? I don't want to say this, but I think Malfoy is more suitable than him."
“Hiss,” Voldemort spat out his tongue. “A clumsy attempt to sow discord. Although Malfoy’s conditions are suitable, his father, Lucius, is a cunning man…”
The second half of the sentence was vague, and no one could hear it clearly.
The thin snake circled Crabbe's arm and coiled even tighter. "But unfortunately, the diary was destroyed. Although I can't be sure, I guess it was your good friend Loren Morgan who did it."
"That's great news, isn't it?" Harry cried forcefully. "All your plans will fail! And the basilisk attack won't kill anyone -"
Voldemort interrupted him: "Soon he will die."
Before he finished speaking, Crabbe attacked instantly, and two Shattering Curses rushed towards Harry and Ron respectively. The two of them dodged nimbly, and the three of them began to fight under the Slytherin statue.
Crabbe took the initiative to open up his soul and magic power, accepted Voldemort's transformation, and was induced to have a magical riot, making him much stronger.
But Harry and Ron had come through the troll incident, experienced the Quirrell incident, the Acromantula, and were often hung up and beaten by Loren. There had been more than one magical riot, and many more powerful ones.
Even if the two of them are separated, they can still beat Crabbe.
Ron defended and Harry attacked, and with their tacit cooperation, they soon found an opportunity. Harry hit Crabbe with a Disarming Spell, knocking him away and making him fall at the foot of the Slytherin statue, and his wand fell out of his hand.
Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief, but remained on full alert against Voldemort.
The thin snake hissed and opened its mouth, spewing out a cloud of gray mist towards the two men.
The speed was not fast, the two waved their wands at the same time, Ron summoned a stone slab to resist the gray fog through transfiguration, and Harry quickly cast another Disarming Curse.
While releasing the spell, the two also ran in different directions, dodging safely to prevent the stone from blocking the fog.
Voldemort was unexpectedly weak. The gray mist was dispersed by the stones. The red disarming spell blew the thin snake away and even almost tore off the scales on its body.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and smiled easily.
Chapter 212: The first seven pages of the picture snake swallowing snake
Chapter 212 The first seven pages of the scene - snake swallowing snake
The thin snake possessed by Voldemort collapsed to the ground, pain radiating from the base of every inch of its scales, and the muscles under the scales spasmed and twitched constantly.
In his ghost state, he could use his deep understanding of the soul to use some soul magic. For example, the idiot Lockhart just now cast a spell of oblivion that was completely aimed at the deep memory of the soul, which happened to hit the muzzle of his gun, and he suffered the consequences in just one breath.
But when it comes to other spells involving magic, he seems powerless. It was just a disarming spell from a second-year wizard, but it made him almost feel like dying in this state.
Fortunately, he did not attempt to find those self-proclaimed loyal servants. Otherwise, this lingering ghost might have been imprisoned in a glass bottle by those people using the black magic they learned from their family, and they would torture him day and night to find out the secret of his power.
Feeling the soreness of the thin snake's body, Voldemort mobilized its twisted and twitching muscles to turn it over again.
Strength, strength...Only powerful strength is the root of everything.
The thin snake crawled at the foot of the huge stone sculpture of Salazar Slytherin, raised its head and hissed: "Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the four giants of Hogwarts."
Under everyone's attention, the face of the towering stone sculpture began to move, its mouth opened wider and wider, and finally formed a huge black hole.
A huge creature moved in the mouth of the statue and slid out from the depths of the statue. Its huge snake tail swung and collided with the stone slabs with a shocking roar, as if the entire secret room was shaking.
Professor McGonagall, who was hiding behind a stone pillar, was so frightened that her hair stood up, and she raised her wand to go out to protect her students, but Dumbledore reached out and grabbed her, shaking his head at her silently.
Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, then looked at the two young wizards confronting the basilisk in front of her. The trust they had gained from years of getting along prevented her from kicking Dumbledore away.
She angrily shook off Dumbledore's hand and stopped moving, but the Transfiguration professor's fingers were tightly clenched around his wand, ready to rush out at any time.
Under the Slytherin statue, the chill spread from the ground to their legs, and then from their legs to their hearts. Harry and Ron felt their bodies tremble uncontrollably, and when they saw the outline of the basilisk, they simultaneously closed their eyes tightly.
They remembered clearly that the basilisk's gaze had a lethal effect, and it would take effect upon seeing it.
"Guess how many Ron Weasleys and Harry Potters it takes to feed this guy?" Ron said with a sad face, his legs shaking uncontrollably. Just now, he took a quick glance and saw that the basilisk was even bigger than the snake slough outside.
Harry's heart almost jumped out of his chest, he took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but the darkness in front of him brought endless panic, and the sound of the basilisk crawling made this panic even stronger.
"Save us, save us...Whoever can save us, no matter who it is!" Ron was already panicking and at a loss for words.
At this moment, a clear cry was heard. Harry and Ron couldn't help but open their eyes a little and saw the warm flames floating on Fawkes' body.
The giant snake was green all over, glowing with the bright light of a venomous snake, and its body was as thick as an oak tree trunk. Fox, who had just been reborn, had not yet fully grown his feathers, but he flew very nimbly, circling around the snake's head...
Behind the stone pillar, Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with resentment, and her uneasy heart gradually calmed down.
Snape's eyes were dark and he looked at Dumbledore with a complicated expression.
Even Professor Flitwick couldn't help himself. He glanced at Dumbledore slightly, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Loren looked at Dumbledore with interest, with a smile on his face, and saw that Dumbledore remained calm and stared at the battlefield in front of him seriously.
On the battlefield, the phoenix Fawkes quickly pecked out the basilisk's eyes. Harry and Ron dodged the basilisk's attacks and were gradually forced into a corner.
Finally, when the two had nowhere to retreat, the Sorting Hat appeared inexplicably and fell into Harry's arms. Harry drew out the sword of Gryffindor and rushed towards the snake's mouth. While his arm was pierced by the fangs, he raised his sword and stabbed it into the upper jaw of the basilisk.
The basilisk twisted in agony and tumbled back to the feet of the statue, its fangs breaking in the process and lodged in Harry's arm.
Crabbe, who had been hiding behind Voldemort, stood up and laughed wildly: "The famous Harry Potter is finished like this. He challenged the Dark Lord without knowing his own limitations and was finally defeated by him. Harry, you will meet your Mudblood mother soon..."
No one paid any attention to him. Harry lay on the floor, the severe pain slowly and continuously spreading from the wound to his whole body. Harry's vision gradually blurred, and all the scenes in front of him and everything in the chamber of secrets gradually melted into a rapidly rotating dark color.
"Harry! Harry!" Ron whimpered and cried, grabbing at the fang that was spraying venom into Harry's body, but they both knew it was too late.
Ron held Harry in his arms, tears falling from his eyes and falling on Harry's arms, making him feel warm and wet.
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