Hogwarts lazy snake

"Hey, Horn, you should see the monster in the secret room with your own eyes. It's as big as a hill and extremely terrifying!"

Harry was beaming with joy, his hands dancing wildly, his excitement and pride evident in his eyes, his cheeks flushed, as if a thrilling scene was right before his eyes.

Ron was chewing on a braised chicken drumstick, his mouth full of oil. After swallowing the food, he waved the half-broken chicken drumstick and said:

"That's right, when we first entered the Chamber of Secrets, it was eerie, cold, and filled with a pungent stench. The basilisk suddenly jumped out, its eyes gleaming with ferocious intent, its fangs bared, just like a nightmare demon!" He exaggeratedly imitated the action as he spoke, scaring Hermione so much that she glared at him.

Neville ate quietly in the corner, but was actually reviewing the fierce battle in secret.

His mind was full of images of swinging the sword. He regretted that he didn't raise the angle higher, use more force, or loosen his wrist. Otherwise, he might have been able to deal a fatal blow to the basilisk and put his partner in less danger. His brows were slightly frowned, and his fork unconsciously poked the plate with a look of regret and unwillingness.

Horn looked calm, listening quietly, with an occasional smile on his face, but he did not interrupt.

As night falls, the Hogwarts Castle restaurant is brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Professor McGonagall came to the stage, tapped the table with her wand, waited until the restaurant was quiet, and announced loudly: "Students, the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets that has been hidden in Hogwarts for a long time has been eliminated by Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom with their courage and wisdom!"

In an instant, the restaurant exploded with deafening cheers and applause.

The Gryffindor table became a sea of ​​joy. The students' faces were flushed. Some stood up and applauded, some whistled, and the waving scarves were like burning flames, showing the glory of the house.

Professor McGonagall smiled approvingly and tapped her wand. Gryffindor's score on the house scoreboard instantly soared by 80 points. The gemstone shone brightly, causing everyone in the audience to marvel.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Harry and the others, full of envy and admiration.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood beside him, his white beard fluttering like snow, his face was kind, his smile was gratified, and his eyes were filled with expectation and approval.

He raised his hand for silence, and when everyone was quiet, he said in a loud voice, "Courage and unity are the qualities that Gryffindor House cherishes most. Harry and his friends have perfectly demonstrated this. I hope everyone will take them as an example, explore bravely, and forge ahead."

His earnest words echoed in the dome of the restaurant, reaching people's hearts. Finally, he smiled and scanned the audience, his eyes fell on Horn, and nodded slightly, as if hiding a deeper meaning.

After the dinner, the students returned to their dormitories one after another. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Horn walked side by side in the dim corridor. The magic torches swayed, reflecting their young and energetic faces.

After the dinner, the students returned to their dormitories one after another. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Horn walked side by side in the dim corridor, the flickering torches illuminating their young and energetic faces.

Hermione's footsteps suddenly paused, and the relaxed smile on her face instantly faded, replaced by a solemn and worried look.

She raised her hand and grabbed Horn's arm, her eyes full of anxiety: "Horn, I was just about to tell you, when I got up this morning, I found that three quarters of the yellow paper in Tom's notebook had turned to ashes!"

Her voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of panic, and her hands subconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, as if trying to grasp the sense of security that was slipping through her fingers.

Only then did he realize that there was a Tom Riddle in Tom's notebook who looked like a soul or a tryst.

"Where are the notes now?" Horn asked.

Then, when they learned that the notes were now in Youbing's room, everyone quickened their pace and headed there.

After entering the small base of the Room of Requirement, Horn saw a notebook on the table in the living room with three soul-calming talismans pasted on it and a small yellow talisman sandwiched in the middle.

When Horn saw this scene, he felt that the zombies would shake their heads and kneel down.

"I'm just afraid. After all, Horn, you also said that this is a dangerous thing. I have to cover it with that yellow paper every time after use." Hermione explained when she saw the expressions of Horn and others.

Harry, Neville and the others had not expected that this was the purpose of the yellow paper that Hermione had asked them about at noon.

However, Harry and his friends felt that this was very accurate. After all, this was a dangerous object.

Tom Riddle in the notes was now completely unable to sense the situation outside. At the same time, last night, it seemed that he could no longer sense the breath of the basilisk in the chamber of secrets.

No one knew what had happened, but the guy who said he wanted to cooperate disappeared and left Hogwarts for no reason. Then the Chamber of Secrets was suddenly opened, and even the basilisk, its own means of attack, disappeared.

At this moment, Horn tore off the yellow talisman before anyone could react, and then opened the notebook.

"Horn, you..."

Before Horn could do anything, they saw that ink began to leak out of the notes. When Horn tore off the yellow paper on the notes, Hermione and the others were shocked, except Carlotta, who didn't react.

However, when they saw the ink flowing out of the notebook, Harry and the others immediately took out their wands. Harry, Ron, and Neville even took out the magic box and prepared to use their wands at the same time.

Horn saw this scene and felt a little amused and affirmative. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay. There's no need to be so nervous. But Harry, you guys reacted well."

After all, what happened in the secret room caused them to have some post-war traumatic stress response.

"Tom Riddle, you should know who I am. I want to ask you a question: do you want to be independent or do you want to be integrated by Voldemort and be dominated by his consciousness?"

Then Horn said something that surprised Harry, Hermione and the others and was full of information. Even the notebook that had been flowing with ink stopped what it was about to do.

The room fell into deathly silence in an instant, with only the heavy and nervous breathing of the crowd to be heard. Hermione stared at Horn with eyes wide open in disbelief, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to ask something eagerly but was speechless for the moment, doubts surging in her chest like a tangled mess.

Ron swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled, and broke the silence, his voice was somewhat dry and anxious: "Horn, what do you mean by this? Voldemort and Tom Riddle can still play this fusion trick?"

The Hand of Ares on his left arm creaked, and the cold metal light flashed. It was both a sign of nervousness and an instinctive warning that he was ready to fight at any time. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his temples.

"Horn, are you saying that Voldemort and Tom Riddle are the same person?"

Harry's knuckles turned white as he clenched his wand. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the notebook that had already stopped moving. His eyes behind the lenses were full of shock. His mind quickly unravelled the meaning of Horn's words, trying to sort out the complex context hidden behind this abrupt and shocking question.

Even Neville's eyes were filled with anger, sadness and other emotions when he looked at the notes.

"Didn't I tell you?"