Chapter 270 The Heirs
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 270 The Heirs
"friend?"
Riddle let out that shrill, maniacal laugh.
"You... are friends with that stupid big man?"
"It's unbelievable! Don't talk about the status, the age gap...is the intelligence... Seriously, Harry, you should stay away from these fools, because IQ is contagious!"
Tom Riddle hurls insults at Hagrid.
Harry's eyes blazed and he clenched his fists tightly.
"Harry! You should learn from your other good friend - MacGuffin Albert! Although he is a Muggle...but he is undoubtedly very suitable for staying in Slytherin... To be honest, if I framed him in the first place, I'm afraid it would not be so smooth."
"It took me five full years to try to figure out the situation of the secret room and discover the secret entrance... But your friend easily found the entrance of the [secret room] and the existence of the basilisk itself with some clues!"
"Those idiot Ministry of Magic officials only discovered the existence of the basilisk after you reminded them..."
"Honestly... the bureaucracy of the Ministry of Magic is poisoning people's brains... It was like this decades ago... Hagrid Ruburt!... Every two weeks he can cause trouble, either raising werewolf cubs under his bed, or sneaking into the Forbidden Forest to fight trolls... Such a fool can be considered the heir of Slytherin!"
"The British Ministry of Magic is beyond help!"
Harry glared at Tom Riddle, who was talking nonsense.
"Don't stare at me like that, Harry!"
"It's not my fault! You should blame those idiots who don't do anything! Even your beloved Dumbledore,... didn't the great Professor Dumbledore just watch Hagrid Ruburt get fired?"
"I dare say Dumbledore has seen through you." Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, he is a little suspicious of me, especially since Hagrid left, he has been closely monitoring me, very annoying."
"But like I said before...he's just like everyone else...or worse."
"Other idiots are always persuading themselves, blindfolded and not using their brains to think about it, but he..., the wise, great Professor Dumbledore, sees everything clearly..."
"But how did he do it!"
"He obviously thinks that Hagrid is innocent...but he is indifferent. It wasn't until Hagrid was fired that he persuaded Dippet to keep Hagrid and train him to be a hunting ground guard."
"Harry, tell me...in the case of Hagrid's expulsion, who is more despicable!"
Riddle sneered, sarcastically.
Harry obviously couldn't accept Riddle's words, he clenched his fists tightly and glared at Voldemort.
"You're talking nonsense!" he retorted loudly.
"Heh!" Riddle sneered again and again, ignoring Harry.
Harry was very angry at Tom Riddle's words, and he was eager to say something... from the bottom of his heart, from the bottom of his mouth, to overwhelm him.
"Your plan has failed... No Muggle-born students in the school were harmed this time!" So he declared loudly. "And those petrified people can be brought back to life through Mandrake potion..."
Tom Riddle was standing in front of the huge sculpture of Slytherin, and he smiled contemptuously when he heard Harry's words.
He spoke in a low voice.
"Honestly, Harry... I don't care about those Mudbloods right now."
"The students who were attacked this term...just a distraction while I rejuvenate!"
"Look at the wizards who were attacked this semester... which one is a mudblood?"
"The matter of Draco Malfoy...is my warning to Lucius Malfoy. He may have forgotten the responsibility given to him by the great Voldemort, how dare..." Voldemort said viciously.
"As for the Weasleys, they need someone to remind them of their responsibilities as a family of pure-blood wizards. They should choose their side and which side they stand on."
"For me... Harry! I'm interested in you now, and your Mudblood friend McGuffin..."
"How did you escape from my last encounter. Tell me everything. Your words will last as long as you live."
Harry thought quickly, weighing the chances of victory.
But Riddle had the wand, and Hermione and Ron were hostages.
Now he can only delay as long as possible...to see what changes.
"No one knows why you suddenly lost your power when you attacked me," Harry said stiffly, "I don't know either."
"But didn't you witness it last semester? How could you not know what happened?"
Suddenly realizing the problem, Harry asked
"Harry! Harry! Now it's my problem...you'd better understand this..."
"And I've told you before... I'm just a memory, a memory from Tom Riddle's school days. Although I can know what happened in the future, I can only understand some vague outlines! Now these details are still learned from my 'friend'!"
"And my main body... Well, you should hurry up and tell me what happened!" Voldemort asked loudly, twisting his face.
He has run out of patience.
Harry dallyed about what he had seen and heard last year... half-truths and half-truths.
He didn't know what Voldemort wanted to know about the McGuffins, but his instincts allowed him to hide the role of the McGuffins in it, just saying that Quirrell couldn't touch himself...
"And then I passed out..."
"So it is. Your mother died saving you. A protective spell runs in your blood!"
"Yes, as I guessed, that is a very effective and ancient method of breaking the spell."
"Harry, it seems that you don't have anything special, you're just very lucky!"
"I thought there was a special similarity between us...we are both orphans, we were both raised by Muggles, and we were the only two Parseltongues born in Hogwarts...Even if you take a closer look at my current appearance...you will find that we both have some similarities in appearance..."
The more Harry listened, the more he felt something was wrong.
——Isn't this the story of the 'Neighbor King' in McGuffin's [Can't Sleep at Night·Story Collection of Idle Eggs]?
Commonly known as - I am the beginning of your father!
"You're thinking about farting!"
"You are ugly and disgusting!"
Harry couldn't help cursing loudly in his heart.
But it was clear that Voldemort, the master of insanity, had read Harry's thoughts.
I understood what Harry was thinking.
"This... this, this is why I'm particularly... interested in you."
Harry's bewildered and crazy thoughts were so strong...that Voldemort even stuttered and was interrupted several times.
Riddle's face contorted.
He forced a hideous smile, originally he planned to ask Harry about his friend McGuffin...
The information about the crazy little wizard in the information left by Voldemort's body is somewhat vague and vague.
This caught his attention...
But now...he didn't have that mood anymore.
How did that idiot of the ontology fall into the hands of such a stupid little wizard?
The more Tom Riddle looked at Harry now, the more angry and ashamed he felt, and the more unhappy he felt.
"Since everything is clear!"
"I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's get started on something we should have done... shall we?"
The grin on Riddle's face hadn't dissipated, but he froze in place suddenly.
I don't know where the music came from.
Echoes continued in the empty secret room.
The music is getting louder and louder, the sound is illusory, ethereal and mysterious.
It filled Harry with confidence and courage.
With the rapid beating of the heart, the blood rushed straight to the brain, and Harry felt his temples swell like drums.
Bang, bang!
From the stone pillar above where they stood a stream of flames erupted.
Phoenix Fox came out of it, dragged its very beautiful tail feathers, and hovered in the sky. The wonderful and exciting music echoed like symphonic music, stirring people's hearts.
She held a tattered object in her shiny golden claws.
- It's the sorting hat.
Like a flame, Fawkes flew straight towards Harry, throwing his Sorting Hat at his feet.
Then it perched heavily on Harry's shoulders, pressing its head against his cheek.
Encourage him, comfort him.
Maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was real... Harry felt that he could see the firm fighting spirit in Phoenix's eyes, and courage and self-confidence ignited in his heart for a moment.
Thinking he could save his friends Ron, Hermione from this situation...and defeat Voldemort.
Accompanied by the phoenix, Harry felt as if Dumbledore was by his side, and firmly believed that he could win the final victory.
"Phoenix,...Dumbledore's Phoenix!"
Riddle looked at Fox on his shoulder with a vicious look, and said.
Then he looked at the sorting hat at Harry's feet,
"So... Dumbledore already knew what happened here, and sent his own bird!"
"And brought that thing...a battered old hat!"
As he said that, he laughed wildly, as if he was amused by this scene.
"Interesting, interesting...Harry, do you see that? This is what you always believed to be a gift from the great and wise Professor Dumbledore...a singing bird and a broken hat..."
"I really don't understand what use these things will be? Maybe Dumbledore thinks that when you face the basilisk, if you listen to the song... you will feel courageous? Wearing a hat and seeing the basilisk will make you feel safe?"
"He'd be more useful than sending a rooster! I heard up there that Hogwarts has become a chicken farm!"
"Why didn't Dumbledore drop one..." Voldemort sneered.
Harry didn't answer.
He also felt that a rooster seemed to be more useful against the basilisk.
But he believed in Dumbledore... especially now that because of Fawkes, he at least knew that Dumbledore was still at Hogwarts, and had always been with them.
He felt his heart gradually gather courage.
Voldemort thought the scene was hilarious, and it took him a long time to stop laughing.
"Okay, since Dumbledore knows that you are inseparable from your current situation, it seems that my arrangement in the Forbidden Forest has indeed played a role, completely holding him back... Now I want to get rid of you, and then use your blood to completely achieve my return glory."
"Okay, let's get started."
Riddle turned to face the giant Slytherin stone face.
It opened its mouth and made a hissing sound—it was Parseltongue.
Harry could hear him saying—
"Speak to me, Slytherin—the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."
Slytherin Salazar's stone face moved.
The mouth opened, growing bigger and bigger until it finally formed a huge, dark, circular tunnel.
Something was rustling and sliding.
Harry knew it was a basilisk - it was exactly what he had heard in the library.
However, the most important thing right now is...
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Harry ran over and pulled Ron and Hermione who were standing there dazed.
Pulling them quickly turned around and left here.
Fawkes was flying at the same time, fluttering away from Harry's shoulder.
After that, there was a loud bang, the basilisk fell to the ground, and the secret room trembled twice.
The basilisk is out! .
"Yes, what a touching friendship!"
"Then Harry... let's make our game more interesting!" Voldemort's malicious voice sounded. "I will undo the [Imperius Curse] on your friend, and then..."
"Kill those two little wizards without glasses first!"
Riddle hissed from behind.
"Harry, you'll see your friends dying beside you now..."
Voldemort's maniacal laughter was infuriating, but Harry didn't notice it.
He was delighted to feel a pull in his hand.
Ron and Hermione froze for a moment and had already regained their sanity. They were a little confused about the current situation.
"Run!"
Harry cried out.
The basilisk was moving towards Harry and the others behind it. Its heavy body kept rubbing against the ground as it moved forward slowly.
As if teasing its prey.
The three of them leaned forward and ran quickly to get out of here.
——At least keep a distance, there must be a safe distance that can cast the spell.
The basilisk is also approaching little by little.
They could hear Riddle laughing wildly...
"You can also conjure up a rooster to try... Maybe it can temporarily drive back the basilisk like last time!"
"Let me remind you... the great Voldemort would not make the same mistake twice!"
Suddenly, there were bursts of painful roars from behind the basilisk.
Neighing very frantically.
And the sound of slamming into the ground.
It seemed to Harry that the monster was not chasing them anymore.
Harry hurriedly and secretly turned his head bit by bit, squinting to look behind.
—Want to see what's going on?
Fox is fighting the basilisk.
She hovered around the basilisk in the sky, with little flames emanating from her body, like a fiery red fireworks ribbon... continuously swooping down, scratching the basilisk's head with its sharp claws.
One of its eyes was caught blind, and black blood was splashed all over the ground.
The basilisk stood upright angrily, raised its head and rushed towards the Phoenix, opened its two long and sharp fangs and bit it.
The tail slapped vigorously on the floor of the secret room to maintain the balance of the body.
For a split second Harry squinted his eyes.
Fox swooped down and pecked the Basilisk's other eye, black blood spurted out and splashed to the ground, like a broken faucet.
—The basilisk is blind.
But then the phoenix was also thrown away by the angry basilisk, and then bitten, turning into a ball of flames.
"--Do not!"
(End of this chapter)
"friend?"
Riddle let out that shrill, maniacal laugh.
"You... are friends with that stupid big man?"
"It's unbelievable! Don't talk about the status, the age gap...is the intelligence... Seriously, Harry, you should stay away from these fools, because IQ is contagious!"
Tom Riddle hurls insults at Hagrid.
Harry's eyes blazed and he clenched his fists tightly.
"Harry! You should learn from your other good friend - MacGuffin Albert! Although he is a Muggle...but he is undoubtedly very suitable for staying in Slytherin... To be honest, if I framed him in the first place, I'm afraid it would not be so smooth."
"It took me five full years to try to figure out the situation of the secret room and discover the secret entrance... But your friend easily found the entrance of the [secret room] and the existence of the basilisk itself with some clues!"
"Those idiot Ministry of Magic officials only discovered the existence of the basilisk after you reminded them..."
"Honestly... the bureaucracy of the Ministry of Magic is poisoning people's brains... It was like this decades ago... Hagrid Ruburt!... Every two weeks he can cause trouble, either raising werewolf cubs under his bed, or sneaking into the Forbidden Forest to fight trolls... Such a fool can be considered the heir of Slytherin!"
"The British Ministry of Magic is beyond help!"
Harry glared at Tom Riddle, who was talking nonsense.
"Don't stare at me like that, Harry!"
"It's not my fault! You should blame those idiots who don't do anything! Even your beloved Dumbledore,... didn't the great Professor Dumbledore just watch Hagrid Ruburt get fired?"
"I dare say Dumbledore has seen through you." Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, he is a little suspicious of me, especially since Hagrid left, he has been closely monitoring me, very annoying."
"But like I said before...he's just like everyone else...or worse."
"Other idiots are always persuading themselves, blindfolded and not using their brains to think about it, but he..., the wise, great Professor Dumbledore, sees everything clearly..."
"But how did he do it!"
"He obviously thinks that Hagrid is innocent...but he is indifferent. It wasn't until Hagrid was fired that he persuaded Dippet to keep Hagrid and train him to be a hunting ground guard."
"Harry, tell me...in the case of Hagrid's expulsion, who is more despicable!"
Riddle sneered, sarcastically.
Harry obviously couldn't accept Riddle's words, he clenched his fists tightly and glared at Voldemort.
"You're talking nonsense!" he retorted loudly.
"Heh!" Riddle sneered again and again, ignoring Harry.
Harry was very angry at Tom Riddle's words, and he was eager to say something... from the bottom of his heart, from the bottom of his mouth, to overwhelm him.
"Your plan has failed... No Muggle-born students in the school were harmed this time!" So he declared loudly. "And those petrified people can be brought back to life through Mandrake potion..."
Tom Riddle was standing in front of the huge sculpture of Slytherin, and he smiled contemptuously when he heard Harry's words.
He spoke in a low voice.
"Honestly, Harry... I don't care about those Mudbloods right now."
"The students who were attacked this term...just a distraction while I rejuvenate!"
"Look at the wizards who were attacked this semester... which one is a mudblood?"
"The matter of Draco Malfoy...is my warning to Lucius Malfoy. He may have forgotten the responsibility given to him by the great Voldemort, how dare..." Voldemort said viciously.
"As for the Weasleys, they need someone to remind them of their responsibilities as a family of pure-blood wizards. They should choose their side and which side they stand on."
"For me... Harry! I'm interested in you now, and your Mudblood friend McGuffin..."
"How did you escape from my last encounter. Tell me everything. Your words will last as long as you live."
Harry thought quickly, weighing the chances of victory.
But Riddle had the wand, and Hermione and Ron were hostages.
Now he can only delay as long as possible...to see what changes.
"No one knows why you suddenly lost your power when you attacked me," Harry said stiffly, "I don't know either."
"But didn't you witness it last semester? How could you not know what happened?"
Suddenly realizing the problem, Harry asked
"Harry! Harry! Now it's my problem...you'd better understand this..."
"And I've told you before... I'm just a memory, a memory from Tom Riddle's school days. Although I can know what happened in the future, I can only understand some vague outlines! Now these details are still learned from my 'friend'!"
"And my main body... Well, you should hurry up and tell me what happened!" Voldemort asked loudly, twisting his face.
He has run out of patience.
Harry dallyed about what he had seen and heard last year... half-truths and half-truths.
He didn't know what Voldemort wanted to know about the McGuffins, but his instincts allowed him to hide the role of the McGuffins in it, just saying that Quirrell couldn't touch himself...
"And then I passed out..."
"So it is. Your mother died saving you. A protective spell runs in your blood!"
"Yes, as I guessed, that is a very effective and ancient method of breaking the spell."
"Harry, it seems that you don't have anything special, you're just very lucky!"
"I thought there was a special similarity between us...we are both orphans, we were both raised by Muggles, and we were the only two Parseltongues born in Hogwarts...Even if you take a closer look at my current appearance...you will find that we both have some similarities in appearance..."
The more Harry listened, the more he felt something was wrong.
——Isn't this the story of the 'Neighbor King' in McGuffin's [Can't Sleep at Night·Story Collection of Idle Eggs]?
Commonly known as - I am the beginning of your father!
"You're thinking about farting!"
"You are ugly and disgusting!"
Harry couldn't help cursing loudly in his heart.
But it was clear that Voldemort, the master of insanity, had read Harry's thoughts.
I understood what Harry was thinking.
"This... this, this is why I'm particularly... interested in you."
Harry's bewildered and crazy thoughts were so strong...that Voldemort even stuttered and was interrupted several times.
Riddle's face contorted.
He forced a hideous smile, originally he planned to ask Harry about his friend McGuffin...
The information about the crazy little wizard in the information left by Voldemort's body is somewhat vague and vague.
This caught his attention...
But now...he didn't have that mood anymore.
How did that idiot of the ontology fall into the hands of such a stupid little wizard?
The more Tom Riddle looked at Harry now, the more angry and ashamed he felt, and the more unhappy he felt.
"Since everything is clear!"
"I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's get started on something we should have done... shall we?"
The grin on Riddle's face hadn't dissipated, but he froze in place suddenly.
I don't know where the music came from.
Echoes continued in the empty secret room.
The music is getting louder and louder, the sound is illusory, ethereal and mysterious.
It filled Harry with confidence and courage.
With the rapid beating of the heart, the blood rushed straight to the brain, and Harry felt his temples swell like drums.
Bang, bang!
From the stone pillar above where they stood a stream of flames erupted.
Phoenix Fox came out of it, dragged its very beautiful tail feathers, and hovered in the sky. The wonderful and exciting music echoed like symphonic music, stirring people's hearts.
She held a tattered object in her shiny golden claws.
- It's the sorting hat.
Like a flame, Fawkes flew straight towards Harry, throwing his Sorting Hat at his feet.
Then it perched heavily on Harry's shoulders, pressing its head against his cheek.
Encourage him, comfort him.
Maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was real... Harry felt that he could see the firm fighting spirit in Phoenix's eyes, and courage and self-confidence ignited in his heart for a moment.
Thinking he could save his friends Ron, Hermione from this situation...and defeat Voldemort.
Accompanied by the phoenix, Harry felt as if Dumbledore was by his side, and firmly believed that he could win the final victory.
"Phoenix,...Dumbledore's Phoenix!"
Riddle looked at Fox on his shoulder with a vicious look, and said.
Then he looked at the sorting hat at Harry's feet,
"So... Dumbledore already knew what happened here, and sent his own bird!"
"And brought that thing...a battered old hat!"
As he said that, he laughed wildly, as if he was amused by this scene.
"Interesting, interesting...Harry, do you see that? This is what you always believed to be a gift from the great and wise Professor Dumbledore...a singing bird and a broken hat..."
"I really don't understand what use these things will be? Maybe Dumbledore thinks that when you face the basilisk, if you listen to the song... you will feel courageous? Wearing a hat and seeing the basilisk will make you feel safe?"
"He'd be more useful than sending a rooster! I heard up there that Hogwarts has become a chicken farm!"
"Why didn't Dumbledore drop one..." Voldemort sneered.
Harry didn't answer.
He also felt that a rooster seemed to be more useful against the basilisk.
But he believed in Dumbledore... especially now that because of Fawkes, he at least knew that Dumbledore was still at Hogwarts, and had always been with them.
He felt his heart gradually gather courage.
Voldemort thought the scene was hilarious, and it took him a long time to stop laughing.
"Okay, since Dumbledore knows that you are inseparable from your current situation, it seems that my arrangement in the Forbidden Forest has indeed played a role, completely holding him back... Now I want to get rid of you, and then use your blood to completely achieve my return glory."
"Okay, let's get started."
Riddle turned to face the giant Slytherin stone face.
It opened its mouth and made a hissing sound—it was Parseltongue.
Harry could hear him saying—
"Speak to me, Slytherin—the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."
Slytherin Salazar's stone face moved.
The mouth opened, growing bigger and bigger until it finally formed a huge, dark, circular tunnel.
Something was rustling and sliding.
Harry knew it was a basilisk - it was exactly what he had heard in the library.
However, the most important thing right now is...
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Harry ran over and pulled Ron and Hermione who were standing there dazed.
Pulling them quickly turned around and left here.
Fawkes was flying at the same time, fluttering away from Harry's shoulder.
After that, there was a loud bang, the basilisk fell to the ground, and the secret room trembled twice.
The basilisk is out! .
"Yes, what a touching friendship!"
"Then Harry... let's make our game more interesting!" Voldemort's malicious voice sounded. "I will undo the [Imperius Curse] on your friend, and then..."
"Kill those two little wizards without glasses first!"
Riddle hissed from behind.
"Harry, you'll see your friends dying beside you now..."
Voldemort's maniacal laughter was infuriating, but Harry didn't notice it.
He was delighted to feel a pull in his hand.
Ron and Hermione froze for a moment and had already regained their sanity. They were a little confused about the current situation.
"Run!"
Harry cried out.
The basilisk was moving towards Harry and the others behind it. Its heavy body kept rubbing against the ground as it moved forward slowly.
As if teasing its prey.
The three of them leaned forward and ran quickly to get out of here.
——At least keep a distance, there must be a safe distance that can cast the spell.
The basilisk is also approaching little by little.
They could hear Riddle laughing wildly...
"You can also conjure up a rooster to try... Maybe it can temporarily drive back the basilisk like last time!"
"Let me remind you... the great Voldemort would not make the same mistake twice!"
Suddenly, there were bursts of painful roars from behind the basilisk.
Neighing very frantically.
And the sound of slamming into the ground.
It seemed to Harry that the monster was not chasing them anymore.
Harry hurriedly and secretly turned his head bit by bit, squinting to look behind.
—Want to see what's going on?
Fox is fighting the basilisk.
She hovered around the basilisk in the sky, with little flames emanating from her body, like a fiery red fireworks ribbon... continuously swooping down, scratching the basilisk's head with its sharp claws.
One of its eyes was caught blind, and black blood was splashed all over the ground.
The basilisk stood upright angrily, raised its head and rushed towards the Phoenix, opened its two long and sharp fangs and bit it.
The tail slapped vigorously on the floor of the secret room to maintain the balance of the body.
For a split second Harry squinted his eyes.
Fox swooped down and pecked the Basilisk's other eye, black blood spurted out and splashed to the ground, like a broken faucet.
—The basilisk is blind.
But then the phoenix was also thrown away by the angry basilisk, and then bitten, turning into a ball of flames.
"--Do not!"
(End of this chapter)
