HP the red-haired savior

"Ding--"

Hisoka heard the sound of playing cards hitting the hard object and falling to the ground, his slender fingers trembled nervously.He laughed softly, dodging an attack from the basilisk while laughing.

Voldemort saw it clearly. When the basilisk's thick and powerful tail flicked towards the little savior, the little savior seemed completely oblivious.But when the tail was about to hit the little savior, the little savior smiled and avoided the blow seemingly inadvertently.

Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly.

'Tom hiss, look! ' Nagini shook his head, 'he moves so fast! '

Voldemort didn't speak, always feeling that Nagini wouldn't just say that.

'Hiss, better than Tom! ’ Sure enough, Nagini continued, and what he said made Voldemort want to tear it off his body, ‘If it’s Hissing Tom, he can’t avoid it! '

'I can dodge it! ' said Voldemort somewhat angrily, 'and the basilisk wouldn't attack me at all! '

' That's because Tom Hiss... is Parseltongue! "Miss Snake couldn't understand the Dark Lord's anger at all," Nana could see if Little Potter and Tom fought...'

'Well Nagini! ' Voldemort felt that if Nagini was allowed to say the rest, he would be overwhelmed-although he was already overwhelmed by now.

So what if you can't do close combat!

As a wizard, as a dark lord, he doesn't need to light up his melee skills!

It's not a witch knight, why should it have such a high melee ability!

'And just now! Nagini murmured, "If Tom wasn't too weak in melee combat, Nana wouldn't need to use her tail to help block cards—"

Voldemort: ...

Nagini, enough is enough!

Really enough, enough, oh!

Hisoka didn't know that Voldemort and Nagini were watching him fight the basilisk as if they were watching a show - but Hisoka's character would not be angry even if he knew it!He has always been lenient when it comes to small fruit—or large fruit—of good quality.

"Hiss... hiss..."

Hisoka could hear the loud hiss of the basilisk spitting out snake letters, and could also feel the fishy smell getting closer.

He is now facing the basilisk.

Maybe it's still facing the basilisk's gaping mouth.

With a roar, the basilisk rushed towards him.

Hisoka raised his lips slightly, using stretchable love, his whole body stuck to the scales of the basilisk - he deliberately avoided the basilisk's mouth.Hisoka groped and stood on the basilisk's head, closed his eyes and listened, and the playing cards in his hand flew out again.

The flimsy playing cards drew a sharp arc in the air, and flew into the basilisk's wide-open mouth.

"Bah——"

The extremely hard teeth of the basilisk were cut off.

Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly - he had never imagined that those thin playing cards would be so powerful!

With a sound of "clang—" half of the broken tooth fell to the ground, the basilisk suffered from pain, and its huge body twisted non-stop, but Hisoka was firmly stuck to the basilisk's head. The feeling of fighting the basilisk - Voldemort's eyebrows twitched, thinking that if the fight continued, there might be some parts missing from the basilisk, which was not what the Dark Lord wanted to see.

"Little Potter—" cried Voldemort, "there's only one basilisk in Slytherin."

Hisoka was noncommittal, the feeling of fighting the basilisk was not as good as expected.The basilisk is not very good at dodging. If it is about attacking, the basilisk can only do nothing to a guy who can't shake it off its head.

The basilisk...it's true that it has a lot of power, but its agility is relatively... relatively low.Hisoka felt very boring, and when he heard Voldemort's words, he jumped off the basilisk's head wearily.Hearing the sound of the basilisk retreating slowly, Hisoka opened his eyes.

"The little basilisk isn't smart at all~" The smile on his face disappeared, and he turned into a bun face with puffed cheeks, but it looked a little cute, "Voldiguo doesn't look like that yet. Get back to normal... Do you need my help?" At the end, the little savior's golden eyes were astonishingly bright, and his sweet tone was full of temptation.

"Help?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "Why are you helping me?"

"Hmm~" Hisoka raised the corners of his lips, and his voice was full of bewitching, "Because voldelia is a very good fruit~ so, I want to help you thrive, and then... pick~you~ Down~come~yo..."

When Voldemort heard Hisoka's words, his face changed a little - fruit or something, picked something, the Dark Lord really felt that he couldn't help but want to throw some black magic at him.However, in connection with the weird attributes of the little savior, Voldemort felt that maybe if he really did this, it would make him even more distressed.So the Lord Dark Lord ignored these unpleasant words "generously": "You really want to help me? You know, I am the Dark Lord, you are the savior, and we are..." enemies. "And, I also killed your parents." There was no trace of shame or regret in Voldemort's voice, which was elegant and cruel, and his eyes were as magnificent as rubies.

"Oh, no one will care about it~" Hisoka smiled, his eyebrows curved, and his gentle and doting tone seemed to be watching an ignorant child ask some ridiculous and cute questions, "No one."

The corners of Voldemort's mouth rose slightly, showing a satisfied smile: "Then, the Dark Lord is giving you this chance," he said.

……

"Xiali?" Harry was looking for his younger brother in the complicated road in the secret room, when he saw his pale brother stumbled towards him with blood stains on his body, "Xiali, what's wrong with you?!" Harry rushed to meet him, and hugged his brother's body that seemed about to collapse at any moment.Not surprisingly, the younger brother softened when he caught him. "Charlie?"

"Basilisk... Voldemort..." Harry heard Xiali in his arms murmur two words, then closed those golden eyes and passed out.

"Charlie?!—" Harry's eyes widened, feeling anxious and panicked.

And Hisoka, who seemed to have fainted in his arms, bent the corners of his lips in a place where Harry couldn't see, and showed a sweet smile—ah~~Harry is really a heart Good little fruit...

Thinking of this, Hisoka allowed himself to lose consciousness—his role is officially over here, isn't it?As for how Harry escaped from the "hunt" of the evil Dark Lord and led him out of the Chamber of Secrets... this matter has nothing to do with him.

When he woke up again, Hisoka found himself lying on the hospital bed in the school infirmary.Harry was in the bed next to him, still asleep.

Hisoka moved and sat up, leaning on the mattress behind him.He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about what to do next in his mind.

Earlier in the chamber of secrets, he had promised Voldigo to help him recover his strength, and Voldigo asked him to help him find the Horcrux—Sisuo didn’t quite understand what a Horcrux was, but Voldigo handed him a locket. How about finding one like it... Hisoka looked at the unique locket, feeling a little annoyed.

Magicians don't just look for things...

Hisoka doubted that he would be able to find this thing.

Recalling Voldeigor's words - "The location of the locket may be in Black's old house, at least it has something to do with Regulus Black" - Hisoka felt that he needed to find out information about Black's house.

Before he could think for a long time, the door of the ward was opened, Mr. Dumbledore, the white-bearded grandfather, walked in, and winked playfully at Hisoka.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hisoka showed a surprised expression, "What, how...?"

"Oh, Charlie, my dear child." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "How do you feel now?"

"I, I think it's okay..." the red-haired boy said in a low voice, then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked at his brother who was still sleeping next to him, "Harry, how is Harry? Is he okay? ?”

"Don't worry, Harry is fine." Dumbledore said reassuringly, "Harry brought you out of the Chamber of Secrets, do you remember?"

The red-haired boy pursed his lips and shook his head: "No, I don't have any impression."

"It's okay." Dumbledore reached out and stroked his hair. "So, do you remember what happened in the Chamber of Secrets?"

Hearing his words, the red-haired boy's face suddenly turned pale: "I remember...the monster in the Chamber of Secrets is a basilisk...I also saw Voldemort!"

The boy's emotions became agitated, his golden eyes sparkled, and Dumbledore had to pat his head comfortingly again: "Are you sure, Xiali? Are you sure it's Voldemort?"

The young man pursed his lips and calmed down a little: "Yes, I'm sure...he said he was Voldemort, although he looked only in his twenties, but..." He paused, looked up at Dumbledore: "Speaking Parseltongue and being able to control the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, it should be Voldemort?"

Dumbledore's expression became serious, and there was emotion in the blue eyes that the teenager could not understand: "Yes, Xiali, that is Voldemort." Dumbledore sighed in his heart, he always thought that Voldemort was not dead , and now Voldemort appeared again, which was actually within his expectation; it's just...

Voldemort in his twenties?

What's going on here?

"Professor?" Perhaps because he had been thinking for too long, the boy called out in doubt, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Dumbledore showed a loving smile, "Harry, take a good rest, we will ask you to lead the professors into the secret room after you rest! Or, after you are fully recovered, don't you Would you mind telling me, an old man, how you found out where the secret room is?"

"Well, of course!" The young man responded energetically, making the smile on Dumbledore's face even more relieved.

Although Voldemort is back, his little savior has gradually grown up, hasn't he?