MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 22 Festival

The little wizard at the corner was still scratched by the gravel. Gwen felt the whole secret passage tremble.

"Ha...ha...I don't think my soundproofing spell is doing very well." Gwen smiled awkwardly.

"But your blasting spell is great." Ron reluctantly moved his facial muscles and smiled encouragingly.

"Now, Ron. You stay here with Lockhart. In case the whole tunnel collapses, you run first - well if you can get the guy and run with him. If we don't come back for an hour..." There was a meaningful pause.

Ron chose not to respond, and continued to move stones, preparing to set up obstacles for the basilisk in the passage.

"See you later," Gwen said, trying to inject some confidence into her trembling voice.

Gwen turned round and round, and this time the tingling between her temples was stronger. But she knew she had to move on, she couldn't let a second-year boy and a first-year girl fight the basilisk in a secret room, at least she had a few "weapons" on her body, if it counted. She passed through an emerald door carved with two intertwined snakes.

Gwen's heart was beating wildly, and she saw Harry standing in front of Ginny, who fell to the ground, tightly protecting her. Across from them was a tall black-haired boy leaning against the nearest stone pillar, looking at each other. The boy's outline was vague and strange, as if looking at him through a foggy window.

"You're not," Harry said, his calm voice full of hatred. "Nothing," Riddle asked sharply.

"Not the greatest wizard in the world," Harry said breathlessly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore. Everyone says so. Even when you are powerful, you dare not try to control Hogwarts. Dumbledore saw through you when you were in school, and he still scares you now, no matter what you hide these days Where."

Gwen almost disregarded herself hiding in the shadows and was about to applaud Harry. It also made her realize that no matter who the black-haired boy was, he must now be on the opposite side of Hogwarts. I'll have to figure out a way to give him a sap later.

The smile on the man's face disappeared, replaced by a very ugly expression. "I just used my memory to kick Dumbledore out of the castle!" he said through gritted teeth. "And I, Voldemort, wizards everywhere don't even dare say that name lightly."

My old Merlin, Gwen thought, is Voldemort so young, shouldn't he be a sixty year old? No, should she give up the idea of ​​giving him a sap from behind.

Music came from somewhere. Riddle turned sharply, looking at the empty chamber. The music was getting louder. This voice is illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it is exciting to hear it. At this moment, flames suddenly spewed from the top of the nearest stone pillar.

A crimson bird, the size of a crane, suddenly descended from the sky, playing its eccentric music on the vaulted ceiling. It had a gleaming tail, as long as a peacock's, and gleaming claws that held a tattered sorting hat.

The dark-haired figure laughed: "That's what Dumbledore gave his protector! A singing bird and a broken hat! Harry Potter, you Do you feel brave, do you feel safe?"

"Let's get down to business, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's test the power, with Voldemort, the heir to Salazar Slytherin, on one side, and Harry Liquidt on the other. , with the best weapon Dumbledore could give him."

Gwen here suddenly had a splitting headache, and she felt that there was something scarier than Voldemort coming out. The huge stone face of Slytherin moved, and something rustled upward from the depths of the statue.

Harry stepped back and slammed into the dark room wall. With his eyes closed tightly, Fox spread his wings, swept across his cheek. The behemoth fell violently to the stone ground, and the secret room trembled. Gwen grabbed Harry at this point, took off the glasses on his face and put on a pair of "contact lenses".

"Keep your eyes on the ground, Harry," Gwen said in a barely audible voice. "Don't look him in the eyes."

The basilisk was moving towards the two, and Harry could hear its heavy body sliding slowly across the dusty ground. Young Voldemort was laughing smugly. Harry stumbled and slammed into the stone, with a salty, **** taste in his mouth. The basilisk was only a few steps away from them, and the basilisk could be heard approaching little by little. Harry thought he was dead when suddenly the basilisk seemed to change direction. He couldn't bear it any longer, and opened his eyes narrowly, trying to see what was going on.

His head was chaotically wrapped around the stone pillar, as if he was drunk. Just as Harry shuddered to close his eyes, the basilisk turned, and Harry could see what had distracted it.

It's Gwen. She was holding a rubber chicken so tightly that she made a little noise and the basilisk slid towards her immediately. Harry tried to remind her, but his throat seemed to be strangled. Luckily Gwen threw the chicken vigorously like a Muggle discus player.

"Giggle-" A scream echoed in the back room, and there was even an echo.

The basilisk turned around for a second, and didn't seem to want to go in the direction of the chicken.

Fox swooped down, its long golden beak plunged into the head of the basilisk, and suddenly, a black blood splashed on the ground, like a shower, the basilisk's The tail wiggled wildly. Harry and Gwen finally saw its face head-on, and saw its eyes - those two huge yellow eyes like light bulbs, both of which had been pecked out by the phoenix. Black blood spurted violently to the ground, and the basilisk made a painful sound.

"Don't!" Harry heard the dark-haired youth scream, "Leave the bird! Leave the bird! The boy is behind you! You can still smell him! Kill him! ! And that girl! Kill her!"

Gwen and Harry were forcibly separated by the basilisk's tail on both sides of the secret room, she could only cast a spell to attract the monster's attention, while trying to throw a few Mandela at Harry's end Big cock, stop the basilisk from eating the boy. But the third grader's curse was like a tickling on the basilisk's thick scales, and it didn't do anything at all.

Gwen saw the basilisk swept the Sorting Hat into Harry's arms, clasped it haphazardly over his head, and fell to the ground.

"Seriously?" Gwen wailed inwardly, "Can that ragged hat have any protection?" Then she desperately threw the last chicken at Harry, the basilisk's tail Almost caught him. And Voldemort was still hissing.

But it didn't work, the basilisk already smelled the boy, even if Gwen shouted behind him, the monster had no interest in her at all, his goal was to eat Harry first.

"Save us, even for a minute, let that snake stop!" Gwen's sharp voice was particularly harsh in the secret room.

"Weasley's here—rush—" Gwen heard Ron's voice, and her heart surged again, were the professors here?

She almost cried when she saw the person coming.

Three red heads burst through the door into the chamber, the twins with funny glasses and their little brother.

"Okay, I'm going to be buried with these guys." Gwen closed his eyes in despair.

"Wow, this snake is big and disgusting." Look, they can still joke at this time. However, the sudden appearance of several noisy wizards did attract the attention of the Basilisk and Voldemort, for about two seconds. Harry seemed to be pulling something out of his hat, and Gwen thought the Sorting Hat was going to strangle him.

"Look! Cover your ears! Gwen, Harry!" the twins shouted together. Several Gryffindors in the secret room quickly covered their ears. Gwen saw that they had brought hundreds of Mandela's roosters together, like a magnificent yellow rubber wall.

The head of the basilisk was descending, it turned towards Harry, coiled around in circles and slapped the stone pillars. It was almost in front of Harry and could swallow the poor child in one gulp.

The twins took Ron aside and pushed Mandela's **** wall down in front of the basilisk, then Fred and George, wearing Professor Sprout's earmuffs, waved with a magic wand.

Hundreds of roosters let out a desperate, soul-piercing scream.

"Giggle ---------------"

At that moment, the dark room was like dawn breaking, and Gwen's internal organs were trembling by the loud sound.

It worked! The basilisk right in front of Harry was stunned, not sure if he thought it was ridiculous, or if he was really running for his life because of the rooster's crowing.

Harry didn't give it a chance, he stood up, holding up a gleaming silver sword from nowhere, with a brilliant egg-sized ruby ​​on the hilt.

Harry could see its two huge, blood-drenched eye sockets, and saw its mouth open so wide that it could swallow him whole, revealing two rows of mouths Venomous fangs as long as his silver sword, thin and cold,