Soul shaping

time.If you're worried about Slytherin's Nimbus 2001..."

"It would be fine if it was just rain and Nimbus 2001." Riddle's voice sounded a bit heavy, "Don't worry, I won't lose this game."

"Wait a minute, I'll think about it..."

"I never thought of losing all the activities that were crowned in the name of the competition."

As they entered the arena, the whole venue became noisy, like a boiling pot, constantly bubbling and rising and falling.Mostly cheers, of course, since Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff desperately hoped they could beat Slytherins, and the Slytherins booed.

With Professor Huo Qi's "three, two, one" countdown and the sound of eager urging from the audience, all the team members flew into the sky on broomsticks.

Harry was flying higher than anyone else, squinting his eyes, trying to find the blinking figure of the Snitch in the hazy rain.

"Little fool, isn't it comfortable up there?" Draco sneered, and he rode the Nimbus 2001 as he flew past him showing off, and looked back at him.

☆, Dobby

Harry silently applied "water and moisture protection" to his glasses, and swerved to avoid a Bludger charging towards him.George flew over and gave Harry a thumbs up, and slammed the Bludger hard at Flint with his bat.The Bludger was knocked out, turned a corner and flew back into Harry.

"What's going on!" George hit the Bludger hard again.Harry gripped the Nimbus 2000 as he gained altitude, and he saw the Snitch flashing at the elbow of the Slytherin keeper, Bryche, when another Bludger crashed into him, forcing him to twist his broom to avoid it. open it.And the Golden Snitch has disappeared.

"Harry! What's the matter?" Angelina flew over on a broom.Her voice was muffled in the rain.

"The Bludgers have been chasing Harry!" exclaimed George. "The Slytherins must have messed with them!"

"That's impossible, the Bludgers are locked in boxes before the game!"

"But, look!"

Angelina glanced at the Bludger that was persistently chasing Harry, hesitated: "How about you send someone to guard Harry? I have to leave quickly, Slytherin has already scored fifty points!"

"... oh, another goal from Slytherin's Drian Pussey, and now Slytherin has six points! Let's look at the Gryffindor team now, strange, Gryffindor's find The golfers seem to have encountered a little problem..."

"Don't worry about me." Harry said back.His voice is not loud, but it is particularly penetrating, with a sense of stability.

"How does this work..."

"I'm fine by myself, don't delay the game because of me!" Harry snapped, and George and Fred gave him worried looks and had to nod.

"Safety first, Harry! Don't take Wood's word for it!"

Harry took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, and instantly increased his speed to the highest level, and his figure drew an arc in the air.He turned sideways, narrowly passed Pusey, circled in front of him and then made an emergency stop. Before Pusey could understand why he did this, two Bludgers slammed into him on the back, almost pushing him off the broom.

"Nice job, Harry!" Fred cheered, slamming a Bludger hard at Draco.

Draco narrowly dodged the incoming Bludger, drenched, rain running down his back, his jersey clinging to him.He wiped his forehead vigorously, only to find that Harry appeared by his side at some point.

Draco gave him a hard look, but the other party continued to approach him with a blank face, even if Draco opened the distance, he still kept up with him, almost colliding with him——

"Go and kill all the chickens on the farm, Draco." The indifferent voice slithered past his ears like a cold snake, Draco couldn't help but tremble, and Harry had already flown away.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly realized something, and flew towards Harry.Sure enough, the latter had found the trace of the Golden Snitch, rushed straight all the way unimpeded, and also led the Bludger to the Slytherin players who were trying to intercept him.

It's too late... I can't catch up, there's nothing I can do.Draco paused, gasping for breath, watching the boy hold the small, flapping golden ball in his palm.

Ridiculous, do you still want to win at the hands of the Dark Lord?He laughed at himself in his heart and stroked his messy forehead hair.

Harry grabbed the Snitch in one hand and turned around with the broom in the other.He let go of his broom and pulled out his wand from his pocket. The tip of the wand touched the flying Bludger, and the flames burst out.

The Bludger stayed in the air for a second, slowly slowing down.It flew in the other direction.

Harry put away his wand, raised the Snitch over his head, and enjoyed the hugs of his teammates and the cheers of the audience.

Harry was already in the locker room when he regained consciousness. He took off his wet jersey, and by observing the expressions of the other players, he knew that they had indeed defeated Slytherin.

"Riddle, did we really win?" He was still a little uneasy.

"Yeah. By the way, the Bludger in the game was tampered with."

"What? . . . was it a Slytherin?" Harry asked quickly.

"I'm afraid not."

They walked out of the locker room with umbrellas in their hands, and the continuous rain slapped on the umbrellas.Harry and the others walked into the Gryffindor lounge, a warm current rushed towards them, and the students who had been waiting for a long time rushed up and surrounded them tightly.

Fred recounted vividly how Harry narrowly avoided every Bludger that came at him, and deftly steered them toward the Slytherins.Harry thought it was also a very interesting experience to hear people say that he had done things that he hadn't even remembered.

Harry left the lounge to go to the toilet, feeling something tug on his pant leg as he came out.He looks down.He saw an unexpected presence.

Dobby the house-elf.

Dobby looked up at him.Those eyes were already big, but when they stared, they became even bigger, like two light bulbs.He wiped the dwarf with the dirty apron around his lower body, and said in an almost pleading tone, "Mr. Potter, can you come with me?"

Anyone who has studied at Hogwarts knows that it is not easy to find a place here, and it is even more difficult to remember a route.Some stairs here lead to different places every day, some corners will disappear suddenly, some doors are actually walls disguised as doors, and some walls are actually doors, waiting for someone to open them.Even memorizing through markers is not feasible, because the murals, portraits, statues standing in the corners and knights in iron armor can move freely here, and there is also a Peeves who likes to make trouble everywhere.

So when Dobby led Harry to turn left and right, and through several trapezoidal stairs, he had already forgotten the route he had come from.

Dobby stopped in an empty hallway.There were several large locked classrooms on either side of the corridor, the curtains were drawn tightly.And they were standing at the corner of the corridor.

Dobby turned around, still looking at Harry with his huge eyes, and the skin at the corners of the eyes was wrinkled into strips, like the uneven marks on the shell of a turtle.

"Mr. Potter...why didn't you listen to Dobby's advice? Didn't Dobby tell Mr. Potter that you would be in great danger? Dobby thought it would be all right to stop Mr. Potter from coming to school, so Dobby Blocked the platform. It doesn't matter even if you drop out of school, as long as Mr. Potter can live safely... But Dobby didn't expect it! Dobby didn't expect that someone could break the barrier..."

"You mean, you blocked the platform?"

"That's right... Dobby is willing to do anything for Mr Potter's safety. It was the same at the Quidditch Cup, Dobby thought it would be better to let Mr Potter get hurt! Staying in the hospital is better than dying... But , But... once again... it was destroyed!" Dobby shed tears while talking, and fell to the ground and quickly formed small puddles, "Who...who did it... ...whether it was on the platform, or the Quidditch Cup...who did it!"

He cried even louder, and the ugly sobs echoed in the empty corridor, making it hard to believe that such a small body could store so many tears.

Harry couldn't understand what he said.What happened in the Quidditch Cup? Wasn't that Bludger dealt with by "he"?Could Dobby tell the difference between him and "him"?

He doesn't quite understand.

"I did it." The pendant on his chest trembled, and the boy walked out of the darkness without a sound.

But he himself was darker than the night.

Dobby stared at him blankly.He stopped crying, his hands covered in tears and mucus were shaking in a panic, and his eyes were wide open to the extreme.

"You, you...you...how could..." His voice was full of wheezing noises due to choking and extreme fright.Then Dobby seemed to have seen something more terrifying, his pupils dilated instantly, and he fell down stiffly.

"More than?!"

He quickly squatted down and reached out to touch the elf's body. Harry was startled by the stiff and cold dry touch.He noticed that Dobby's skin was turning gradually to the pale color of plaster, and he took a step back in fear.

"Kill him... hiss... go kill him... thirsty..."

"Close your eyes, Harry!"

The hissing sound mixed with the boy's high-pitched, high-pitched voice, and Harry wanted to turn around, a pair of cold hands covering his eyes.It is like the sea water under the setting sun refreshing the heart.

"Go back!" The boy standing behind him said that obscure language in his clear voice, but it was not harsh at all, but full of majesty like a king.

Harry felt something hot in his chest, burning obsessively, tongues of flame licking the crevices of faith.He was thrown into the fiery hell, and the world receded before his eyes, black turned white, and white turned grey.

Then came the emptiness that was completely stripped away.

☆、King's Cross Station

He opened his eyes.There was still a trace of pain in his chest, so light that it was almost undetectable.Harry came across the glasses he had thrown on the floor, and fumbled to put them on.He sits up.

This is... where?

The surrounding area is empty and clean, with only long chairs and ornamental iron trees on one side.He walked along the long road, and the clouds and mist that came from nowhere blocked the surrounding emptiness.

After walking for a while, the clouds cleared and the surrounding scenes emerged like a mirage.A touch of red could be seen in the distance, and Harry ran towards it quickly, his heart beating wildly for some reason.

As he got closer, Harry realized that it was a brand new red leather train, with yellow smoke rising from the chimneys on the roof.A black and white boy stood with his back to him, quietly looking at the polished windows of the train.

He seems to have waited half a century.

Harry slowed down and approached him step by step.He didn't dare to use too much force, as if an overly loud voice would startle the boy and destroy this unreal tranquility.

But the boy still heard his footsteps.He turned his head and stared at him with his pure black eyes.

"Let's go," he said.The tone was so sure that Harry couldn't help but guess that he was waiting here for him.

They entered the train, the long empty carriage, the windows bright and clean, as if it were a new car that had just been cut and rolled on the tracks for the first time.

"Riddle, where are you taking me?" They were walking in the carriage, and Riddle took each step with great strides and fast steps, which made it very difficult for Harry to follow.

Riddle suddenly stopped and turned around. Harry had no time to brake and bumped into him, but his arms were firmly supported by his hands.He raised his head and met those unfathomable black eyes directly.

Only then did Harry realize that the boy in front of him was no longer an ethereal phantom, but a living person with a tangible entity.His facial features have never been so clear, deep-set eyes, high nose bridge and thin lips, and the fingers holding his arm are white and strong.

"Riddle... where are we?"

But Riddle just glanced at him and didn't intend to answer.He turned around and continued walking. The benches and windows on both sides moved back quickly, forcing them into a straight line.

Harry trotted to keep up with him.I don't know how many carriages passed by, and Riddle stopped in front of the door of a carriage.The doors of the carriages they passed by before were all open, but this one was closed tightly, as if hiding some secret.

Riddle took the doorknob.

"Going in." He slowly opened the door.Light flooded in frantically.

This carriage is different from the others.There were seven looming foggy figures floating on the benches on both sides, and Harry could recognize that they were all grown-up Riddles, but each one was slightly different.

He saw Riddle writing a diary, Riddle wearing a crown, Riddle holding a gold cup, Riddle wearing a ring, Riddle with an exquisite locket hanging around his neck, that locket and Harry It is different, with a silver snake carved on it, exquisite and gorgeous.

Harry continued walking, and he saw Riddle wandering in the dark forest again, and...

he himself.

Harry stared blankly at the phantom, just as he stared at him silently.Harry somehow remembered a sentence - when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

Suddenly, the color of Harry's phantom dimmed, turning into an invisible cloud of mist, passing by his side, rushing straight into the body of Riddle who was writing the diary, and merging with him.The outline of Riddle's phantom suddenly became clear and vivid, and it felt more real.

Harry took a step back, and suddenly turned around to look, only to find that Riddle, who had brought him in, had disappeared at some point.

Only these six different Riddles surrounded him.

He panicked, as if he was standing in a tilted world that had lost its pillars, and the surrounding scenes turned into ghosts and monsters and rushed towards him.Harry stepped back until his back touched the wall, and there was no way back.

He took a closer look, only to find that those phantoms were still in place, similar pale faces were facing him, and a pair of black eyes without focus were staring straight at him.It was a nightmare from which I could not wake up.

At this time, Riddle, who was writing a diary, closed the diary in his hand and walked towards him.There was no sound of his footsteps, but Harry could clearly feel the subtle vibrations in the air, making him ache because of this person's presence.

"Riddle..."

He stood still in front of him, and turned back into the boy hidden in the pendant, with a clear and bright outline.Harry's heart sank gradually.

"Riddle, are these... all you?" he asked.

"Yes, they are all different stages of me. They are my past, present, future, part of my complete soul." Riddle whispered, with a smile on his face.It was the first time Harry had seen him laugh.

"But why did I see myself just now?" Harry asked the biggest doubt in his heart, and he might never forget that weird scene for the rest of his life.

Riddle looked at him with complicated eyes, and it took him a long time to reply: "If I hadn't come here, I'm afraid I would never have known that you are also one of my Horcruxes."

"What?" Harry didn't understand him.

"Nothing. Harry, do you know why I'm imprisoned in a diary?"

"why?"

"Because the chamber of secrets has been opened before."

"The Chamber of Secrets?" Harry remembered the words written in blood on the wall, "Does the Chamber of Secrets really exist?"

"Yes. According to legend, the Big Four at Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin are very good friends. They They co-founded Hogwarts, but later they had differences because of different school-running philosophies, which caused Slytherin to leave angrily." Speaking of this, Riddle laughed sarcastically, and the banter and coldness in his eyes made him Harry felt that it was very strange, "but Slytherin left a secret room. Legend has it that there is a Slytherin monster in this secret room, which can kill people who he thinks should not enter the school. And this secret room, only Slytherin Only heirs can open it."

"People who shouldn't be in the school?"

"Slytherin insists on pure blood, he believes that Muggle-born wizards should not be allowed to pollute their noble blood." Riddle added grimly, "So that Slytherin monster will kill all Muggle-born wizards. wizards, to keep the wizarding blood pure."

"This is too cruel, I can't agree with it at all." Harry shook his head, "I have a good friend who was born as a Muggle, she is No.1 in her grade, and she is much better than many pure-blood wizards..."

Riddle gave him a cold look, and continued: "Fifty years ago, the secret room was opened once. A girl died that time, and the school was in danger of being closed. And I caught the murderer who opened the secret room , and was revenged for it, and could only be locked in the diary... After so many years, the Chamber of Secrets will be opened again, and the monsters of Slytherin will come out to destroy the enemy."

"What, you caught the murderer? Who is the murderer?" Harry asked anxiously.

"It doesn't matter who the murderer is. What matters is that the monster is still alive... As long as it remains, the tragedy will not end. Soon this school will be forced to close, and you will be back among the Muggles. You don't want to Does this happen? You don’t want to stay with those Muggles anymore, they don’t understand you or our strength, they are ridiculously ignorant.” Riddle stretched out his hand to him, and the slender white palm could see Blue and black veins, broad and powerful palm, "So, Harry.

"Go find that secret room and kill that monster. Only in this way can you protect everything you care about."

Harry looked at him, took his hand, and nodded solemnly.

"I'll be there."

They walked out holding hands.Harry glanced back as the carriage door closed slowly behind him.The six phantoms still stayed in place.

"Aren't you taking them?" Harry asked.

"Why did you bring them?" Riddle stopped walking.

"You'd be complete with them, wouldn't you?"

"What do I want to do?" Riddle laughed again. "I just want power and immortality."

Harry couldn't understand him again, and it seemed to him that this Riddle was a different person, more cruel and distant, untouchable.

But he still didn't want to let go of his hand.

They stepped off the red train.The train started, black mist was blowing from the chimney, the engine made a loud noise of operation, and gradually moved away.Harry watched the train turn into a dot, and asked softly.

"Riddle... is this all real? Or is it just happening in my head?"

"of course it's true."

☆, struggling

When Harry woke up, he found himself lying on the cold ground.He sat up, Dobby's petrified body still lying on the side.He felt empty around his neck, and when he looked down, the locket was gone.

Before Harry could express his panic, he saw the locket fell on the ground not far away, reflecting the dim yellowish color of the corridor.

He hurriedly crawled over to pick up the locket, and was startled by its scalding temperature as soon as he touched it, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

Riddle's figure suddenly flashed out from the locket and fell to the ground.He was lying on the ground, with his elbows on the ground, his eyes closed, his lips trembling, as if he was enduring great pain.

"Riddle, what's wrong with you?" Harry hurried over and knelt down beside him.

"Don't worry about me, you go and send Dobby to the infirmary." Even though his forehead was sweating, his face was pale, and he was in the pain of extreme tearing and fusion, his tone was still so indifferent and calm.

"Don't be silly, how could I leave you behind." Harry pulled his upper body up and let him lean against him.His body was cold and almost weightless.He didn't know if this would make Riddle feel better. Harry could feel a violent reaction going on in his body, and the undulating skin and extremely unstable temperature were constantly sending danger signals.

"The wall on the right is the Room of Requirement." His voice was weak. "You walk up and down the wall, thinking 'I need a place to hide', and then lead me in."

"Okay." Harry didn't ask much, he carefully placed him on the ground.Riddle retracted into the locket.Harry took a long breath and forced himself to walk along the wall.

I need a place to hide... I need a place to hide...

A door appeared on the otherwise clean wall, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, took off his coat, wrapped the fiery locket, and walked into the Room of Requirement.

After carrying Dobby into the Room of Requirement, Harry didn't carefully observe the place where the secrets of generations had been hidden. He opened his coat, and the cotton fabric had been burned with holes by the high temperature.He dumped the locket on the ground and asked anxiously, "Riddle, what do you think?"

"You send Dobby back first. You can't help me here, I can take care of this myself." Riddle only popped his head out of the locket, and seeing him in this state made Harry even more worried.

"Are you really okay?"

"I know what's going on with me. You can come to me later, and no one will find out here." Riddle insisted.

Harry looked at him hesitantly, gritted his teeth, picked up Dobby, and ran out.

He watched his leaving back, and the door closed behind him.The air was still and dead silent.

The two soul fragments were constantly squeezing each other, coercing, mixing during collision, and melting while being ravaged, turning his spiritual body into a execution ground.This kind of pain is ten thousand times more unbearable than splitting the soul, it almost smashes all his perceptions into pieces and molds them into new shapes.

His consciousness and sanity became weak and fragile in the waves of intense and diffuse pain, and he almost fell into a coma, but he firmly held on to the bottom line of collapse, not allowing himself to really succumb.

Some confusions that I had no time to think about at all clear moments gradually surfaced in my brain.Riddle, who was always sensible, couldn't explain why he didn't let the basilisk kill Harry at that moment.He blocked everything for him almost reflexively, driving away the Slytherin monster.

He felt dazed and even terrified, he hated the feeling of being unable to control, he always thought he could control his emotions well, but it seemed that something had begun to loosen, something was taking root in the dark, something was struggling To break free, something has escaped his control.

No, it's all fake, wrong... it's just an illusion!It's just that he got used to the over-extension of his disguised identity, he is still the same himself, without any change.

He just accidentally let him go once.And this release of life is just for the sake of a more grand death in the future.

Ahh... Isn't it fitting that the Boy Who Lived funeral be held in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?

He thought that the corners of his lips could not help but curled up, as if the pain surging in his body was not so unbearable anymore, he laughed, and gradually laughed out louder and louder and more unscrupulous.As if this was a once-in-a-century event, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

In any case, it will be his exclusive collection.

Harry carried Dobby's small body carefully and rushed to the infirmary, he was afraid that the violent bumps would break its body, but he wanted to run faster, faster.

Even with that assurance from Riddle, he still wasn't at ease.He even thought about turning around and going back right now.

When he rushed into the infirmary, he accidentally saw Madam Pomfrey driving the crowd away angrily.The frustrated classmates greeted him in surprise when they saw him, and asked where he had been these few hours.

"Harry, it's great that you weren't attacked!"

"Harry, you disappeared suddenly, we thought something happened to you..."

"It's a good thing you didn't..."

They soon found Dobby in his arms, and the expression on his face changed instantly: "Wait, Harry, this can't be..."

"It's Dobby the house-elf... who was attacked by Slytherin monsters."

"God..."

"Another case of assault!"

Harry realized that something must have happened during his absence, but instead of asking, he sent Dobby to Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey sighed and helped him put Dobby on a hospital bed.There are four beds in this ward, each with a petrified person.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, he stared at these people, he thought they seemed familiar...

"Hey... This is already the fifth case. If this continues, it will immediately cause panic, and then the parents will take the child back..."

"What? The fifth case? Then these people..."

"In just a few hours, monsters have attacked Filch's cat, Colin, Justin, Hermione, and now Dobby the house-elf... oh, and the mysterious death of the school rooster... Merlin, even the opening of the Chamber of Secrets last time was not so serious." Madam Pomfrey shook her head.

"Hermione...?! Colin and Justin...how could this be..." Harry couldn't believe his ears, no wonder those people looked so familiar... His fists had already been clenched, and his nails were deeply embedded In the palm of the hand.Only at this moment did he truly understand the meaning of Riddle's words.

Only by killing the monster can he keep everything he has.

He pursed his lips and walked back, his heart already turned upside down.Find the Chamber of Secrets, enter it, and duel with Slytherin's monsters... It sounds like the goal is clear, but he doesn't even know where the Chamber of Secrets is, how to open it, let alone what the Slytherin's monsters are, and how to deal with them.

Riddle must know everything.He has caught the murderer who opened the secret room, so he must be very familiar with the secret room.Harry knew that he had become very dependent on Riddle, that he was the first person he would think of when he had a problem.

He turned back to the Room of Requirement, and saw Ron, George, and Fred discussing something as he passed the Gryffindor lounge.He didn't say hello to them, just walked past.

When Harry entered the corridor of the Room of Requirement, he saw Draco walking towards him.He didn't seem surprised to meet him at all, and habitually showed a sarcastic smile: "Hey, isn't this the boy with the scar on his forehead... The world is waiting for you to save it."

"What did you say?" Harry sounded alarmed.

"Nothing." Draco shrugged and walked past him, laughing.

"Wait, you must know something, don't you?" Harry suddenly turned around and pressed his shoulders. The latter shook him off forcefully, took a step back, folded his hands, and squinted at him:

"Well, from your point of view, what can I know?"

"Where is the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry ignored him and went straight in.

"Hahaha, you want to go to the secret room? This is quite in line with your savior's style, isn't it..." The expression on Draco's face can almost be regarded as high-spirited, he seems to have never been so happy, "Go Myrtle's bathroom...you'll find something, I promise. You had to, didn't you? For your Boy Who Lived title?"

"you……"

"However, if you are reluctant to part with your life and cower under the warm blanket, I can understand... The heir of Slytherin would like you to do this." Draco finished this sentence meaningfully , smiled and left.

Harry stood there stiffly, thinking about the meaning of Draco's words.He narrowed his eyes, secretly tightened his fingers, and walked towards the Room of Requirement.

Wait, why is Malfoy here?Could it be...

He hurried into the Room of Requirement, and came to the place where he had placed the locket before—

There is nothing there.

☆、Secret room

Draco lowered the hood of his cloak, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the Gryffindor common room as unobtrusively as possible.With the diary and locket lying snugly in his schoolbag, Draco walked down several hidden corridors to where Mrs Norris had been attacked in the first place.

The blood red words are still printed on the wall.He bit his fingertips in pain again, scribbled a line on the wall, turned around and walked into Myrtle's bathroom.

He rushed to the school farm immediately after the game.I don't know if he was lucky, but there was no one on the farm at that time.

After he hastily killed all the roosters with magic, more than two hours had passed, and he soon received a remote signal from Voldemort—as expected of the master, he had recovered to this level—so He used his tired body to attract the basilisk to attack his classmates.

"You mean, you've lured the basilisk into the stairwell to attack four classmates?" Draco entered the chamber from the bathroom cubicle, wearing the locket around his neck.It was cold and dark, with the stench of stale garbage and molted animals.Draco nodded, suppressing his disgust.

"Why did the basilisk appear near the Room of Requirement?"

"What...the basilisk appeared there?" Draco couldn't believe it.

Riddle didn't answer.He knew there must be something wrong, the basilisk wouldn't move unless it was called...he was sure he hadn't sent the basilisk here, so someone else had called it.

He would never allow anyone to do such a thing under his nose.

"Draco. Do you know anyone else who is Parseltongue?"

"I don't know... I haven't heard of such a thing." Draco was also a little depressed.He felt that he did not do his best, which made the master so distressed.But he really didn't know where his negligence was...

"You did a good job... very good, don't blame yourself." Riddle said calmly, "Draco, you have helped me a lot."

"Yes, master! This is what I should do...!" Draco opened his eyes wide and thanked him excitedly.He knew that Voldemort would not praise others casually, nor would he bother to comfort a loser.

"Now you open the locket," Riddle ordered.

Draco opened the locket according to his words, and unfolded the ink paper inside.The paper was showing signs of cracking, and he carefully put the pages back into the diary.

As soon as the page touched the diary, it got stuck into the spine, and the cracks miraculously disappeared gradually, and it returned to a new look.It gradually faded from dark blue to normal white, and then a boy stepped out of the book and stood in front of Draco.

"Harry will be over in a moment, you know what you're supposed to do, don't you?"

"Yes, master. The Boy Who Lived entered the Chamber of Secrets to save the Slytherin student who was possessed by the You-Know-Who's Diary, and died heroically. It's an epic story, isn't it?" Draco sneered.

"It's really beautiful." Riddle played with Draco's wand, and the latter realized that the wand in his pocket had been withdrawn at some point.

"However, in order to avoid Dumbledore's eyes, it's better for him to think I'm dead." Riddle put down his wand, "Then the ending of the story will be changed, the mind of the Slytherin student is affected by the Boy Who Lived." Cleanse, correct the evil and return to the good, and successfully killed the Dark Lord."

"My lord, what should I do?" Draco asked humbly.He thought the script was simply fantastic, majestic and poignant, like a tragic epic.

"I'll tell you what to do now."

Harry knew he was cornered.A friend is attacked, a locket is stolen, and he doesn't yet know who his enemy is and where he is hiding.

Oh no, he knew who the enemy was, because apparently Malfoy stole the locket, didn't he?And Malfoy also told him the location of the decisive battle... Thinking about it like this, it seemed that he had no way out, but could only walk on this planned path.

Harry wasn't afraid, and he didn't think of running away, but there was just a little uneasiness in his heart.horse