Chapter 160 The Final Chapter of the Secret Room (2)
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"That's?...Ginny?" Sur looked at the red-haired girl floating in front of him in surprise. She looked frighteningly pale, with her eyes tightly closed.
Snape's face didn't look good at all, and he handed the black-covered notebook to Dumbledore.
"Everything is as you planned." He said, "Damn Pott is already ready to come with his followers to save the world."
Snape's tone was full of annoyance, but Dumbledore didn't care.
"Thank you for your hard work, Severus."
From Soul's perspective, Snape could be seen rolling his eyes cryptically...
Hey?Soul was surprised and snickered. Snape, who always had a straight face, actually still had this expression?
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave. The basilisk is inside and everything is arranged according to your ideas."
Dumbledore nodded, and Snape immediately turned around and left without any regrets. Before leaving, he moved his lips to the invisible Soul.
Soul looked like he was mourning for his heir, and he could clearly read Snape's lips.
"Come to my office at six o'clock tomorrow evening."
The 'basilisk' is in the square at the other end of the corridor. The Slytherin statue with a big hole in its mouth stared silently into the distance.
"This?" Suer dared to touch the huge monster lying motionless on the ground. The cold scales ran across his fingertips, and he could feel the slow heartbeat beneath it.
Dumbledore placed Ginny gently on the ground and explained softly, "Magic can always help us do many things."
"Okay, let's hurry up." As he said that, Dumbledore took out his wand and sent the 'fake basilisk' into the big hole in the mouth of the Slytherin statue.
Slytherin never imagined that his statue would be verbally assaulted one day...or twice...
The stones scattered nearby floated into the air and filled the hole under the influence of magic. Dumbledore gently put his arm around Soul's shoulders, and the two of them retreated.
Ginny was left lying quietly under the statue, her notebook lying next to Slytherin's big toe.
"Professor, Ginny?" Suer couldn't help but ask.
"She's fine." Dumbledore replied softly, "Snape used a potion to lock her remaining life force, but the person who tied the bell still needs to untie the bell, and someone must return Weasley's lost life force. "
As he spoke, the notebook opened automatically without any wind, as if it was opened by an invisible hand. "Clatter..." The sound of the pages turning echoed in the empty square.
A translucent soul floated out of the notebook, with a look of confusion on his face. He turned his head around, as if he was judging the situation he was in.
"Professor, you didn't destroy it?" Suer looked at Tom standing under the statue in the distance and looking up, with a big question mark in his little head.
"Of course I want to destroy it, but I don't have to be the one to do it."
"You also saw who was supposed to destroy it. There are better people to do this, why not follow the path set by fate?"
"I thought, with your strength..." Suer hesitated...
"No one can resist fate, Mr. Bones. Fate just gives you a choice. No one can predict where the choice will lead. I know what you mean. Why is the monster already dead? I still have to set up this episode. A piece of time that will be erased from the future."
"The prophecy just gives a new choice, that's all."
"Even you?"
"Even me."
Dumbledore's words caused Soul to fall into silence. He was thinking about whether everything he had done was meaningful. Trying to escape from Dumbledore didn't seem to get the results he wanted.
Oh no, there was still something. Hermione was not petrified. What replaced her was that she was 'petrified', but there seemed to be no difference between whether there was such a change or not.
"Don't think too much, Mr. Bones." Dumbledore patted Soul's shoulder lightly, "What you did is correct. In fact, this is also the result I want. Don't forget, I have A friend with the same abilities as you..."
"Okay, here comes the person to deal with him."
The sound of gasping footsteps interrupted Soul's thinking. Harry raised his wand and looked around in a panic. He stopped when he saw the Slytherin statue.
"Ginny!" he exclaimed, hurriedly ran towards the red-haired girl lying on the cold stone floor, knelt down on one knee, and rolled his wand aside.
"Ginny, don't die, wake up, please, don't die!"
Desperate cries echoed in the empty square.
There should be BGM at this time... Suer put aside the chaotic thoughts in his head and watched the romantic TV series scenes in the square in silence...
It's like a boy discovering a girl who has been in a car accident. The boy hugs the girl and cries loudly... There is no sense of violation...
Next, the villain should appear...
"She won't wake up." A second voice sounded softly.
As written in the original story, Tom Riddle picked up Harry's wand that had rolled to the side, played with it and stuffed it into his pocket.
Harry's next conversation with Tom didn't change much.
"Ginny Weasley opened the Chamber of Secrets, strangled the roosters in the school, and scrawled those words on the wall. It was she who released the Slytherin basilisk that attacked the squib's skinny cat and several mudbloods. .”
"Oh, and that...Sul Bones? I've heard about the Bones family, but he shouldn't get too close to those mudbloods. He insulted his own bloodline, so I had to let him Get the punishment you deserve.”
After learning the truth, Harry collapsed on the ground, looked at Tom, and then at Ginny.
"I just modified a part of his memory to make him think that he controlled the basilisk to attack you." Dumbledore explained to Suhr in time, blinking proudly, as if to show off his work.
Dumbledore's voice did not spread at all, it only flowed between the two of them, and the situation in the field continued to change.
The villain Tom proudly showed off his past 'accomplishments' to Harry.
Speaking of 'happiness', he let out a sharp and harsh laugh. Poor Harry's face became paler, as if he had suffered a major blow.
Tom used Harry's wand to write three lines of shining names in the air---
"Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Then he waved the wand, and the letters automatically switched positions---'I am Voldemort'
Harry looked stunned, and the corners of Tom's translucent mouth were raised crazily, as if he was neurotic.
"Did you see it? This name is the name I once used in this castle. That dirty, Muggle father's name. I discovered it very early. What flows in my veins is noble, Sa. The blood of Ratcha Slytherin was passed on to me through his descendants’ daughters!”
"My disgusting, filthy Muggle father abandoned me before I was born because he found out that my mother was a witch."
"From the moment I learned all this, I swore to myself that I would eventually surpass Salazar Slytherin and become the greatest wizard in the world. Wizards everywhere must recite my name with the most pious hearts. ---Voldemort!"
"Did you see it?" Dumbledore's tone was filled with emotion or a sigh, "He is such a person, a person... blinded by hatred."
"Destiny once gave him a choice, but he chose such a path. I hope you will not choose to be such a person when you encounter a choice."
"Of course I won't, Professor." Soul replied softly, with a firm tone.
"I also believe you won't."
Snape's face didn't look good at all, and he handed the black-covered notebook to Dumbledore.
"Everything is as you planned." He said, "Damn Pott is already ready to come with his followers to save the world."
Snape's tone was full of annoyance, but Dumbledore didn't care.
"Thank you for your hard work, Severus."
From Soul's perspective, Snape could be seen rolling his eyes cryptically...
Hey?Soul was surprised and snickered. Snape, who always had a straight face, actually still had this expression?
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave. The basilisk is inside and everything is arranged according to your ideas."
Dumbledore nodded, and Snape immediately turned around and left without any regrets. Before leaving, he moved his lips to the invisible Soul.
Soul looked like he was mourning for his heir, and he could clearly read Snape's lips.
"Come to my office at six o'clock tomorrow evening."
The 'basilisk' is in the square at the other end of the corridor. The Slytherin statue with a big hole in its mouth stared silently into the distance.
"This?" Suer dared to touch the huge monster lying motionless on the ground. The cold scales ran across his fingertips, and he could feel the slow heartbeat beneath it.
Dumbledore placed Ginny gently on the ground and explained softly, "Magic can always help us do many things."
"Okay, let's hurry up." As he said that, Dumbledore took out his wand and sent the 'fake basilisk' into the big hole in the mouth of the Slytherin statue.
Slytherin never imagined that his statue would be verbally assaulted one day...or twice...
The stones scattered nearby floated into the air and filled the hole under the influence of magic. Dumbledore gently put his arm around Soul's shoulders, and the two of them retreated.
Ginny was left lying quietly under the statue, her notebook lying next to Slytherin's big toe.
"Professor, Ginny?" Suer couldn't help but ask.
"She's fine." Dumbledore replied softly, "Snape used a potion to lock her remaining life force, but the person who tied the bell still needs to untie the bell, and someone must return Weasley's lost life force. "
As he spoke, the notebook opened automatically without any wind, as if it was opened by an invisible hand. "Clatter..." The sound of the pages turning echoed in the empty square.
A translucent soul floated out of the notebook, with a look of confusion on his face. He turned his head around, as if he was judging the situation he was in.
"Professor, you didn't destroy it?" Suer looked at Tom standing under the statue in the distance and looking up, with a big question mark in his little head.
"Of course I want to destroy it, but I don't have to be the one to do it."
"You also saw who was supposed to destroy it. There are better people to do this, why not follow the path set by fate?"
"I thought, with your strength..." Suer hesitated...
"No one can resist fate, Mr. Bones. Fate just gives you a choice. No one can predict where the choice will lead. I know what you mean. Why is the monster already dead? I still have to set up this episode. A piece of time that will be erased from the future."
"The prophecy just gives a new choice, that's all."
"Even you?"
"Even me."
Dumbledore's words caused Soul to fall into silence. He was thinking about whether everything he had done was meaningful. Trying to escape from Dumbledore didn't seem to get the results he wanted.
Oh no, there was still something. Hermione was not petrified. What replaced her was that she was 'petrified', but there seemed to be no difference between whether there was such a change or not.
"Don't think too much, Mr. Bones." Dumbledore patted Soul's shoulder lightly, "What you did is correct. In fact, this is also the result I want. Don't forget, I have A friend with the same abilities as you..."
"Okay, here comes the person to deal with him."
The sound of gasping footsteps interrupted Soul's thinking. Harry raised his wand and looked around in a panic. He stopped when he saw the Slytherin statue.
"Ginny!" he exclaimed, hurriedly ran towards the red-haired girl lying on the cold stone floor, knelt down on one knee, and rolled his wand aside.
"Ginny, don't die, wake up, please, don't die!"
Desperate cries echoed in the empty square.
There should be BGM at this time... Suer put aside the chaotic thoughts in his head and watched the romantic TV series scenes in the square in silence...
It's like a boy discovering a girl who has been in a car accident. The boy hugs the girl and cries loudly... There is no sense of violation...
Next, the villain should appear...
"She won't wake up." A second voice sounded softly.
As written in the original story, Tom Riddle picked up Harry's wand that had rolled to the side, played with it and stuffed it into his pocket.
Harry's next conversation with Tom didn't change much.
"Ginny Weasley opened the Chamber of Secrets, strangled the roosters in the school, and scrawled those words on the wall. It was she who released the Slytherin basilisk that attacked the squib's skinny cat and several mudbloods. .”
"Oh, and that...Sul Bones? I've heard about the Bones family, but he shouldn't get too close to those mudbloods. He insulted his own bloodline, so I had to let him Get the punishment you deserve.”
After learning the truth, Harry collapsed on the ground, looked at Tom, and then at Ginny.
"I just modified a part of his memory to make him think that he controlled the basilisk to attack you." Dumbledore explained to Suhr in time, blinking proudly, as if to show off his work.
Dumbledore's voice did not spread at all, it only flowed between the two of them, and the situation in the field continued to change.
The villain Tom proudly showed off his past 'accomplishments' to Harry.
Speaking of 'happiness', he let out a sharp and harsh laugh. Poor Harry's face became paler, as if he had suffered a major blow.
Tom used Harry's wand to write three lines of shining names in the air---
"Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Then he waved the wand, and the letters automatically switched positions---'I am Voldemort'
Harry looked stunned, and the corners of Tom's translucent mouth were raised crazily, as if he was neurotic.
"Did you see it? This name is the name I once used in this castle. That dirty, Muggle father's name. I discovered it very early. What flows in my veins is noble, Sa. The blood of Ratcha Slytherin was passed on to me through his descendants’ daughters!”
"My disgusting, filthy Muggle father abandoned me before I was born because he found out that my mother was a witch."
"From the moment I learned all this, I swore to myself that I would eventually surpass Salazar Slytherin and become the greatest wizard in the world. Wizards everywhere must recite my name with the most pious hearts. ---Voldemort!"
"Did you see it?" Dumbledore's tone was filled with emotion or a sigh, "He is such a person, a person... blinded by hatred."
"Destiny once gave him a choice, but he chose such a path. I hope you will not choose to be such a person when you encounter a choice."
"Of course I won't, Professor." Soul replied softly, with a firm tone.
"I also believe you won't."
