The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry stood at one side of a long, dimly lit room.Many stone pillars engraved with coiled and entangled snakes stand tall and support the ceiling that melts in the darkness of the heights, casting long and treacherous black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mysterious atmosphere.

His heart was pounding so hard that Harry half thought it was going to pop out of his throat.He stood there, listening carefully to the eerie silence.

Is the basilisk just lurking in a dark corner behind a stone pillar, waiting to deliver its fatal blow?He couldn't help thinking.Then he thought, where is Ginny?Not only because she was Ron's sister, but simply because of this little sister who would blush every time she saw him.

Harry squeezed his wand tightly and walked carefully step by step in the cold room.Every step taken cautiously creates a hollow, loud echo among the ghostly walls, and is always frightened by the voice of the unknown self imagining.

When he came parallel to the last pair of stone pillars, there loomed before him a statue as tall as the room itself, clinging to the darkened wall behind.

Harry felt that his heartbeat had stopped suddenly, and the constant secretion of adrenaline made his eyes dark and white light constantly flashing. He even felt that his feet had almost left the ground, and his vision had a strange tilt.

But he restrained himself.Harry tried his best to raise his head, so that he could see the huge, old, monkey-like face above, a long sparse beard that almost reached the hem of the wizard's robe carved in stone, and two twin stones carved in stone. Stand with your feet on the smooth floor of the room.Between those feet lay face down a small figure in a black robe, with hair as red as a flame.

"Ginny!" Harry whispered, hurrying to her side and kneeling down. "Ginny! Don't die! Please, don't die!"

Harry turned the little girl over, her eyes were closed tightly, her limbs drooped lifelessly to the side as she turned over, her face was as pale as marble and icy cold.

She wasn't petrified, does that mean... "Ginny, please wake up." Harry shook her in despair and begged in a low voice.

"She won't wake up," said a voice softly, as if someone had leaned into Harry's ear.This startled Harry so much that he half hugged Ginny and turned around on his knees.

A tall, dark-haired boy was leaning against the nearest stone pillar, watching him.The boy's outline was vague and strange, as if Harry was looking at him through a window that was foggy.

Harry paused. "What do you mean she won't wake up?" he asked angrily. "She didn't—she didn't—"

Harry didn't dare say the word, it was cruel though it was simple.

"She's alive," the boy said, softly as if telling a sleep story, "but not for long." Harry stared at him blankly.He stood here with a weird, foggy shimmer around him, which was odd, since humans shouldn't shine.

"Are you a ghost?" Harry asked uncertainly. "It's a memory," the boy said quietly, "kept in a diary for fifty years." He pointed to the statue's big toe.There lay a very worn-out ordinary diary.For a moment Harry wondered why the man was pointing at a piece of rubbish - but he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Harry lifted Ginny's head, looked down, and said, "We've got to get her out of here. There's a basilisk... I don't know where it is, but it could come at any moment. Please, help me." ...it's dangerous...you listen to me, I'm not lying..."

Harry said anxiously, his knees weakened by the heavy weight of Ginny, "We have to go! If the basilisk comes..."

"It won't come until it's called," said Riddle nonchalantly.

Harry put Ginny back on the cold floor, he couldn't hold her anymore.

"What do you mean," he said, "come on, help, or don't make a mess here . . . and take Ginny out with me."

Riddle's smile widened.

"You don't have to care about these irrelevant people anymore," he said.

Harry looked at him in surprise. "What did you say, I won't—"

"Harry Potter, I've been waiting for a long time," Riddle said slowly, and the ordinary words came out of his mouth, like whispers between lovers, "I hope to have the opportunity to see you and talk to you talk."

"Talk to me?" Harry said, frowning, losing his patience. "You probably don't get my point. We're in the Chamber of Secrets. We might as well talk later. I'm not free right now, it's very busy here." Danger."

We must talk now. said Riddle, still with a clear smile on his face, and he took a stick and stuffed it into his pocket. Harry looked carefully, and it was his wand.

It was all very strange.

Harry thought for a while, and asked slowly, "How did Ginny become like this?"

"Oh, that's an interesting question." The boy looked extremely happy, and he seemed to be in a very good mood, even shaking his body. "But why don't we introduce ourselves first? I'm Tom, Tom Riddle."

"Oh." Harry replied, "So what does this have to do with me?"

"That's right, Harry. Miss Ginny—" Riddle looked at her meaningfully and smiled: "I mistakenly believed in an invisible stranger, and opened my heart to him."

"What are you talking about?" Harry said.

"The diary," said Riddle, "my diary. For months little Ginny has been writing in it, telling me her heart-rending troubles and sorrows. It's pretty boring, I have to say." .”

Riddle never took his eyes off Harry's face as he spoke.There was something almost greedy in his eyes.

"I've been hinting at Ginny, I hope it's in your hands - no doubt about it, our poor little Ginny, always thinking that the famous, good, great Harry Potter would never like her. It's just that he But gave me to someone else!"

Riddle seemed a little resentful, and he said: "That dead brat named Andre Motifora is too vigilant, Ginny even trusts him more than you, which is really ironic, who can compare What about the famous Harry Potter?"

Harry opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Riddle glanced at him again: "If you have anything to say, just say it." He put on a very understanding expression.

"That's right." Harry thought about his words, "But Hogwarts doesn't have a surname of Mortipher?"

The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to start a fight, but I didn't expect that Riddle talked too much (Riddle:?) and failed. As soon as the boss battle came soon, Cavin would fall.

Please pass the plot and let me write Sand Sculpture Episode 555