Chapter 633： Encouragement for Tom Riddle

"Could it be a basilisk?" Ginny asked in a trill.

"No, that thing has feet," Harry said affirmatively, and several people raised their wands to be on guard, the voices getting closer, and then suddenly stopped.

Before Harry could figure out what was going on, they heard retching.

"Bah!"

"Is it Warren?" Hermione said with round eyes, and several people looked at each other. Luna asked with interest, "Did any of you date her?" Hermione trotted over, followed by Harry, Ron and Ginny, and Luna.

Crossing the round iron gate, at the end of the long tunnel, Harry saw Warren leaning against the wet wall with one hand, shaking his head vigorously, and making a purring sound from his flat mouth. Dizzy look.

"Sniffer's nose is very smart, oh...it must have done a lot of sin."

Hermione said sympathetically. She squatted on the ground and patted Warren on the small shoulder, and then gave Warren a head-bubble spell. It was like a glass fish tank was covering Niu Niu's head, and her pink nose was wider and looked a bit funny.

Warren blinked, in danger, and finally survived, almost stinks to death.

Hermione stretched her arms, carefully hugged Warren (trying not to let her wet, dirty hands catch her), and returned to the back room hall with everyone, where the smell was much less. Hermione lifted the bubble head spell and asked concernedly, "How do you feel?" Warren jumped on the ground twice, put a hand close to his nose, and immediately moved away in disgust.

"Ouch! You stink to death." Hermione laughed very happily.

"Clear water is like a spring." She chanted the spell, and a stream of water poured out from the tip of the staff. Warren obediently washed his hands and feet, and then rummaged in his pockets to find a pair of beautiful little shoes and put them on for himself. superior.

Ginny and Luna leaned over and looked at them with interest. Ginny stretched out a hand and poked at Warren's stomach. "Ha!" Warren patted her hand away.

It put on its shoes and swaggered for a few steps, the echo of its footsteps echoing far and wide in the empty secret room.

Harry asked nervously beside him, "Warren, is the professor following?" Ginny, who was about to say something, felt her throat dry.

Warren thought for a while and shook his head at him.

"But the professor must know, doesn't he?" said Ron at once. "He might come over at any time—are we still looking?" His last sentence was for everyone. Seeing that Warren didn't refute, Harry guessed that the professor might know, maybe he was waiting at the entrance of the secret room.

Realizing that they might be caught, several people suddenly lost their interest in taking risks and prepared to leave. At this moment, Harry suddenly looked up at the Slytherin stone statue flush with the ceiling, the old, monkey-like face and the sparsely long whisker pattern clearly visible under the white light ball above their heads.

"There's one more place to go," he said, suddenly feeling a special attraction.

"What?" Ron asked, staring at Ginny and Luna's stuffed pockets.

"When we fought the basilisk four years ago, the mouth of the statue was open." Harry said, pointing to the statue with its mouth closed. "I guess it's empty in the back, there's a room like... a lair. Ron looked at Hermione uneasily, Hermione looked at Warren, hesitated, and said, "Harry, even if it's on, since the professor closed it later, it means you don't want to let people in, doesn't it, Warren?"

Warren stiffened immediately.

It looked at Harry, then at Hermione, wondering if it should tell them that the Big Devil had a wicked plan... But thinking of the Big Devil saying "don't break the lab", Warren puffed out his chest , determined to stand firmly in front of them.

Harry was in trouble. He stared at the huge stone statue, and the inexplicable longing became stronger.

"Professor forbid us from going in?" he asked tentatively.

Warren thought for a while, but he didn't. He shook his head and wrote a few words in the air with his special wand, "You can enter, but it may be dangerous." After writing, Warren felt that he was not expressing accurately enough. So he hurriedly added: "It has something to do with that bald ugly monster."

"Who is that?" Luna asked curiously. "Did anyone get a hairless spell?"

But Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other deeply, and the statue was associated with Voldemort. But they also knew that Voldemort was now locked in classroom seven, not even conscious.

The decision now seemed to rest with Harry.

"We can go back to the professor and ask," Hermione said slowly, knowing from the look in Harry's eyes that his heart was moving.

"No, the professor gave me the decision," said Harry calmly. "Warren is here, which means he knows where we are, but he hasn't shown up until now. What does that mean? It means he feels the same way. into trouble."

Hermione opened her mouth and had to admit that he was right.

Is that right? Warren thought.

Harry looked closely at the Slytherin stone statue. He had a very happy time during this time, but there was always a hidden worry - he didn't know how the professor and the principal were prepared, and where the plan was going. As time passed, he became more and more flustered, and now he had a chance to find out, and the professor acquiesced, he didn't want to back down like this.

Harry walked over to the statue and said in Parseltongue, "Open." The door didn't move, and as he spoke, he could detect Ron and Hermione standing on either side of him, and he took a deep breath. Say what. But when Ginny leaned in, he couldn't help but protest.

"Go back, Ginny."

"Have you learned to chase people now?" Ginny snorted and said in a slightly mean tone, "You don't think your life is in danger at school, do you?"

Harry was speechless. He could only try to say in Parseltongue, "Open up to me, Slytherin." This time, Slytherin's massive stone face moved. Its mouth opened, and it got bigger and bigger, finally forming a huge black hole. The Illumination light didn't seem to shine inside, but something luminous could be seen flashing past.

"What monster is that?" Ron whispered nervously.

"Curved Horned Snoring Beast." Luna's eyes lit up.

"Luna, don't make a mess at this time," Hermione said sharply.

"No, it must be the Crooked Snorer," Luna said confidently. "It's exactly the same as the reference picture I drew on the paper, except that the color isn't right...there's no difference."

Harry didn't want to admit that he and Luna saw the same vision, but he said, "I saw it too. The one with the long nose, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." Luna said happily.

Hermione stared at the two of them as if they were both under a Confusion Charm. They climbed onto the statue's knees, approached the statue's open mouth, and looked carefully at the opening. The sight didn't become clearer as they got closer. It was still dark inside, but they did see something glowing and moving. .

"I think I saw a colorful doe," said Ginny.

"I saw a great wolf dog," said Ron.

Hermione pursed her lips and said, "Those are rune creatures."

"Rune... what?" Harry asked in confusion, still staring at the hole, and the Psychic Charm made him hear some movement, which seemed to be the sound of a mix of creatures.

"Rune creatures," Hermione explained, "you remember what the professor showed in class, right?" Immediately, Harry and Ron had magical puppets and golden eagles made of dark golden smoke in their minds.

"Actually, the professor has always had this idea," she said. "The first time he taught me alone, he was very curious about the existence of the Sorting Hat. It was almost a completely different magical life."

"So all these are alive?" Ron was stunned, pointing to the strange creatures of all shapes flashing before their eyes.

"They're not supposed to be life—I mean—well, I don't know," said Hermione, a little distressed, "at least last year the professor couldn't make them permanent. Rune and memory magic combine to create a very realistic Hogwarts corridor."

"Just the hallway?" Harry couldn't help asking, as if it didn't sound like a big deal.

"Professors can construct corridors, and they can construct creatures that exist only in fantasy using the same principles." Hermione deliberately emphasized the word 'in fantasy', and she glanced at Luna sideways, but Luna didn't pay attention at all, she couldn't wait to walk in.

Harry, Ron and Hermione followed into the mouth of the Salazar Slytherin statue.

Then their eyes flashed and they found themselves in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by rows of bookshelves and dimly lit. The three held their breaths,

Prick up your ears and listen to what's going on around you.

"Library." Hermione gestured, and Harry suddenly realized, but then a new question appeared: Why were they in the library? Shouldn't it be inside the statue?

"Tom, Tom. You shouldn't have followed," said a low, suppressed voice that sounded familiar to Harry, and Hermione frowned.

"First, sir?" a cowardly voice began.

"You're following me because you want to know what I'm doing?" the voice asked softly, but the coldness in the words became stronger and stronger, "You're very interested in the contents of the half paper you found in my office. ? You want to know... what is a Horcrux?"

Harry's eyes suddenly widened.

"gentlemen-"

"Sorry, Tom. This may be the last time I'll call you by your name. Luckily it's a holiday, and as long as I do it neatly, no one will find out that Principal Dippet trusts me, and he's always willing to trust me— "

Have a holiday? Harry thought, did you mean the weekend? No, he immediately realized the problem, they shouldn't be in reality now.

"Armor!" the young student suddenly shouted.

What is he doing?

Ron's screams drowned in his throat. Their field of vision was suddenly filled with golden flames, a black shadow flashed past, the window shattered into pieces, followed by a flame that burned a large hole in the wall of the library, and another figure flew out from the hole.

Harry was stunned. The silent iron armor spell he subconsciously cast was in jeopardy, and the golden flames stuck to the magic barrier and sizzled. It was possible to break through the defense and burn them to ashes at any time, and then Hermione finally came to her senses. She stretched out her hand, the rune symbol flashed on her fingertips, and then those golden flames were like tired birds returning to their nests, and they all came under her control. .

The fire in the library went out.

Bright moonlight poured in through the burning hole, and a firebird hovered two or three feet above Hermione's head, chirping softly. Hermione controlled the Firebird to land on her shoulder. The Firebird had sharp eyes and was covered in flames, but it didn't hurt her in the slightest, showing super control.

"That's...Professor Hepp?" Only then did Ron speak with difficulty, his eyes almost falling, "But who's the other one?"

"Tom Riddle." Harry said with a complicated expression, "I think we fell into a section--" He suddenly got stuck, fell into a section of what?

memory? When did Professor Hepp deal with Voldemort in his school days?

"God, You-Know-Who?" Ron almost bit his tongue in surprise.

"Young Mystery," Hermione corrected. "I know what we're supposed to do, keep up!" She ran out from behind the bookshelf,

Standing by the wall and looking into the distance, I could vaguely see the arc of the spell flashing outside, and the two were fighting one after the other.

"...what should be done?" Ron asked.

"Fight, then ask the professor to find out." Hermione said angrily.

They passed through the sizzling scorching walls, fluttered to the ground with a spell, and ran towards the spot of the fire. Harry caught up to Hermione, panting. "Are we going to save young Tom Riddle?" He understood.

"I guess so," said Hermione, biting her lip.

The battlefield is far away. Harry's image of Riddle had just flashed through his mind, tall, pale, with jet-black hair and black eyes. He had seen this in Headmaster Dumbledore's Pensieve - a memory provided by Professor Slughorn.

"Tom, I taught you all your magic."

Felix said in a low voice, a series of powerful spells silently plowed the ground into deep criss-crossing trenches, and the cut-off shrubs and kapok turned into countless sharp daggers that shone with cold light, covering half of them. Sky. Tom Riddle watched this scene in awe.

He never expected Dumbledore to hide so deeply! He actually made a Horcrux! He also found out by accident, but he searched the library and couldn't find any detailed records. Riddle gritted his teeth and thought, it must have been taken by Dumbledore.

He wanted to procrastinate, there were other professors in the school, and Principal Dippet, as long as they found out, he could survive. Riddle was very annoyed, **** it, why can't they talk about it when they come up and shout and kill?

He can totally join the professor's side.

But from that cold and murderous face, Riddle didn't dare to have any extravagant hopes. He propped up a shield from the thin air, barely blocking the impact of thousands of heads, but a huge force threw him high, his right wrist loosened, and the wand flew out.

He lay on the ground, looking up at the man with a grim smile on his face.

"Arvada gnaws the tile-"

A firebird descended from the sky and blocked the Killing Curse with its own body. The golden firebird let out a whimper, turned green, and quickly disappeared into the air. Riddle gasped. He had never felt death so close to him. He didn't want to die. He had never realized this so clearly. If the Horcrux died, he also wanted to make Horcrux, not one, but many.

But does he still have a chance? Riddle felt a tinge of despair for no apparent reason, and Dumbledore had clearly destroyed all this knowledge. At this time, the three of Harry had already surrounded Felix, "Professor, I'm angry." Hermione said with a puffed mouth.

Felix was stunned for a moment, then smiled politely, looking sinister.

"Can you tell me your origins? Judging from your age, you should be students in the school? But I have never met you."

"What about you, what's your name?" Harry asked, thinking he must be out of his mind to ask such a stupid question.

"Albus Dumbledore," Felix said softly.

Are you Dumbledore? Ron's eyes bulged out, shouting loudly. Luckily he had his back to Riddle now, otherwise Riddle might have seen the flaw in his expression, but if he just listened to the voice, it was like a questioning, and Harry was also stunned. Professor Hepp, does Headmaster Dumbledore know that you are using someone else's name like this? Hermione rolled her eyes and said:

"We're looking for you! Soup, Tom, run!" she stammered.

Riddle was completely at a loss. He had just experienced a major turning point in his life, and his mind was not as clear as usual. But he could see that the three seemed to be there for him, or for Dumbledore?

what happened?

No one confuses him. The battle begins. Harry, Ron and Hermione cooperated tacitly, and their strength and fighting qualities far surpassed that of Voldemort of the same age. After all, he was only in the fifth grade. Although he was excellent, it was within a reasonable range, and he had not experienced the baptism of war.

During the fight, Felix's lips twitched slightly, Hermione looked at him, and he nodded vaguely. Then Felix shouted, as if suddenly awakened: "Timechanger! You came from the future through the Timechanger!"

"That's right!" Hermione shouted sternly: "Your conspiracy will fail, Deng, Dumbledore! You can't kill Tom, and he will become our leader against your evil rule in the future."

Harry thought it was all so absurd, even a dream—no, he didn't have such an alternative imagination

"Harry, use the Patronus that Mr. Riddle taught you!" Hermione cried again.

Ron almost fell, he was completely numb, but he knew one thing, Hermione was the most aware of the situation of the three, Harry didn't know much, and he... he better not interrupt.

Harry brewed for a long time before he suppressed the awkward feeling in his heart and chanted a spell that was too familiar.

"Call God Protector - Guard -"

A real creature came out from the tip of the staff, and a huge silver beam of light shot straight into the sky, brighter than the moon, and half of Hogwarts Castle was bathed in a silver-blue halo, like a rippling layer in the sea The layers spread, and everyone—including Tom Riddle—feeled extremely excited and motivated.

The movement of Harry's Patronus was too great. In the castle, the lights of each room turned on. Riddle, who was sitting on the ground, was full of disbelief. Is this the Patronus? How can there be such a powerful guardian angel? And—one is this what your future self taught others? For a time, he suddenly developed a strong interest in this ancient magic.

""Who dares to hurt Hogwarts students? "The loud noise came from the principal's office like thunder.

"Headmaster Dippet!" Riddle exclaimed in surprise, a real surprise.

An old man with a white beard flew out of the tower window. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then Felix seemed to be angry with anger, and his voice was cold and biting, "You ruined my plan - Arvada gnawed at the tile!"

The dazzling green light froze the faces of Harry, Ron and Hermione For the next three days, major news continued—

Dumbledore, who was expected to succeed the headmaster, was confirmed to be a dark wizard and has fled the school, but he then swaggered into the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries and snatched all the time-turners. Related, he wanted to resurrect a person who had been dead for more than 40 years; the battle affected four students, and only one was lucky to survive, but Principal Dippet refused to disclose more information to the public.

In someone's consciousness, the war has begun.

Harry opened his eyes sharply, panting. Luna was happily holding up a creature over a foot tall in sight—a pair of curved horns that took up one-third of its body; its long trunk was a bit like an elephant's trunk, but Much shorter, as if it had been cut in half; squat, silver-brown fur draped over the back like a thick coat; wriggling in a grumpy manner.

In classroom number seven.

Felix opened his eyes and stood up slowly, "I almost forgot, I'm not really a good person." After taking some time to add some more magical restraints to Voldemort, he hurried back to his office.

Just as I pushed open the bedroom door here, I heard a fierce knock on the door from outside the office.

"Professor Professor—open the door—"

Felix suddenly felt a headache.

Is it too real? Is the heart of the students also misunderstood?

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