Harry felt drowsy. Everything around him seemed to be spinning.
"So the famous Harry Potter is finished," came Riddle's voice from a great distance. "Left alone in the Chamber of Secrets, abandoned by his friends.
He overestimated himself and challenged the Black Devil King. In the end, he was defeated by the Black Devil King.
Harry, you're going to meet your dear Muggle mother very soon...
She used her own life as the price to let you live for another twelve years ….
But Voldemort finally got rid of you. Actually, you already knew that he would do it. "
Harry thought that if he were dying, it would not be so bad. Even the pain was lessening...
But was this really death?
Not only did the secret room not become pitch black, but it also gradually became clear.
Harry shook his head slightly. He saw Fawkes, whose head was still resting on his arm.
There was a pearly tear around his wound. Why, that's strange. Why is the wound gone?
"Get off, you damned bird," said Liddell's voice suddenly. "Get off him at once. Do you hear me? Go away! "
He looked exasperated. Even if he did not know the effect of the Undying Bird's Tear at first, he knew now.
Harry looked up. Riddle was pointing Fawkes with Harry's wand.
There was a loud bang. Like a gunshot, Fawkes flew up like a whirlwind of gold and red.
"The Undying Bird's Tear..." Riddle whispered, his eyes fixed on Harry's arm. "It has healing properties... I forgot..."
He looked at Harry's face. "But it doesn't matter.
In fact, I think it's better this way.
Just you and me, Harry Potter...
You and me... "
He raised his wand. Just then, Fawkes flapped his wings rapidly and hovered over them again. Then something fell on Harry's knee — the diary.
In that moment of life and death, both Harry and Riddle, who was still holding his wand, stared at it.
Jon was also watching. If Harry didn't react, he would control the snake's fangs and stab them into the notebook.
Fortunately, however, Harry did not think or hesitate, as if he had been determined to do this all along. He grabbed the snake fang on the ground beside him and plunged it straight into the center of the diary.
There was a terrible, prolonged, ear-piercing shriek, and streams of ink gushed out of the Diary and dripped down Harry's hands to the floor.
Riddle writhed and struggled, his arms flailing as he screamed in pain. Then … he disappeared.
There was a clatter as Harry's wand fell to the floor, and then all was silent except for the sound of the ink still dripping out of the diary.
The snake monster's venom burned a hole in the diary, and it was still emitting black smoke.
Trembling all over, Harry pushed himself to his feet.
He felt that the world was spinning, as if he had just traveled a hundred thousand miles with floo powder.
Slowly, he raised his wand and sorting hat again, and, with all his strength, pulled the gleaming silver sword from the Basilisk's palate.
There was a soft groan at the other end of the chamber.
Ginny was awake and stirring.
She sat up as Harry hurried to her.
Her blank eyes fell first on the huge body of the Basilisk, then on Harry in his bloodstained robe, and at last on the diary in his hand.
She shuddered and gasped, and the tears began to stream down her cheeks.
"Harry — Harry — at breakfast I — I wanted to tell you, but in front of Percy I couldn't — couldn't.
I did it, Harry — but I — I swear I — I didn't mean to. Ry — Riddle made me do it. He — he controlled me.
How — how did you kill that — that creature?
Is — where is Riddle?
I — the last thing I remember is him coming out of the diary — "
"It's all right now," said Harry, showing Ginny the big hole where the fangs had gone through. "Riddle's finished. Look, he and the Basilisk are done. Come on, Ginny, let's get out of here — "
"I'm going to be expelled!" Ginny sobbed as Harry helped her stagger to her feet. "I've been looking forward to going to Hogwarts ever since Bill — Bill came. What will Mum and Dad say now that I've got to leave?"
Fawkes was hovering at the entrance to the chamber, waiting for them.
Harry urged Ginny to hurry, and they stepped over the Basilisk's motionless, coiled body, through the dark, echoing room, and back into the tunnel.
Harry heard the double doors of stone slide softly shut behind them.
… …
But the chamber was not quiet.
Making sure that the entrance to the chamber was sealed, Jon emerged from the illusion and adjusted his gloves.
It was pointless.
The sound of his footsteps and the sound of flowing water echoed in the empty secret room.
Harry took the punctured diary with him, but the broken Soul Vessel was of no use at all.
"Youngsters these days are so careless that others have to clean up after them. All they do is clean up after others."
But grumbling was just grumbling, there were things that had to be done.
"So, our lovely Mr. Riddle, although you probably don't know what I'm talking about now, and your soul fragments are praying for a sliver of life in the dead Basilisk's body. But no matter what you plan to do, you won't succeed. So, are you going to come out yourself, or do you want me to help you?"
There was no echo in the air.
"Alright, then I know what you're going to do."
Jon snapped his fingers, and a thin silver thread burst out from his fingers. It was the tentacle of the Weave.
After all, it was Liddell's soul. Even though the soul armament was crudely made and the power of his soul wasn't very strong, it was still a human's soul. As food, it was much better than Aragok's spiders.
The tentacles of the Weave were like a latent mental poison. They were very effective against soul fragments. In an instant, the golden soul power hidden in the snake monster's body was extracted.
"Why bother? If you had accepted your death peacefully, you wouldn't have suffered like this. Unfortunately, as Tom Liddell, accepting your death peacefully has never been in your dictionary, has it? "
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