v3 Chapter 85： the chosen child

Harry felt like he had a very long dream.

In the dream, someone was screaming...a woman with red hair.

She kept begging the other wizard not to kill the baby on the bed.

Harry knew the woman was dying...he had to help her...but he was a bystander, unable to growl.

After an unknown time, the red-haired woman disappeared...a red-haired boy loomed.

Harry felt so real that it didn't feel like a dream. But he still couldn't move.

The red-haired boy stood up, stared straight at Harry for a long time, then lifted the quilt, put his arms around him, picked him up from the bed, and walked out of the dorm... so weird.

What is Ron going to do to him? !

After an unknown amount of time, Harry finally woke up from his dream, his hands pressed tightly to his face.

The lightning-shaped scar was burning with pain, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot metal wire against his skin.

He sat up, clutching the scar in one hand, and looked around.

It was a strange room, with many stone pillars carved with entangled serpents, soaring and supporting the ceiling.

All around, there is an unusual set of torches... The flames are constantly changing colors, from purple just now, to deep red, and also illuminating the ceiling of the room.

Seeing that ceiling, Harry was stunned.

There are pictures on every square and every inch, and overhead is a dazzling constellation map, with countless stars moving according to special orbits.

This seems to be simulating the operation of the universe.

But Harry couldn't recognize which star field this was. Although he had taken astronomy class, he wrote many homework together with Ron.

Otherwise, copy the answer circulating on the market.

Seeing a headache, Harry turned his head to the side, and suddenly found Ron lying flat on the ground.

"Ron!" Harry whispered, rushing to his side and kneeling.

"Ron! What's wrong with you, don't die! Please, don't die!" Harry cried sadly.

"Yes, artificial respiration!" Harry recalled the first aid he had been taught in Muggle schools.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head quickly, pointed his mouth at Ron's mouth, and spit into it.

Before the sip of water was finished, an unfamiliar voice came from beside him.

"You'd better not disturb Ron, he is in a blurred vision, communicating with the **** of death."

Startled, Harry turned around on his knees. Only then did he realize that there was actually another person in the room.

It was a dark-haired boy, sitting quietly at a stone table with a thick leather book in his hand.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"My name is Tom Riddle, and I'm also a student at Hogwarts." The boy closed the book.

"Tom Riddle...you're the owner of Ron's diary!" Harry exclaimed.

"Yes, it seems that Ron told you." Riddle's mouth curved into a beautiful smile.

"Where did you say Ron was? With whom?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Blurry fantasy, communicate with the **** of death." Riddle repeated.

Listening to Riddle's words, Harry only felt cold hands and feet, and his whole body was cold. He couldn't believe it: "You mean, Ron... dead?!"

"Not quite." Riddle shook his head.

"Not quite?!" Harry growled, his voice echoing violently throughout the room.

"What you just said, 'communicate with the **** of death'... Doesn't it mean that you are already dead?"

Riddle stood up, his hands behind his back, looking at Harry.

After a while, he sighed softly:

"To be honest, you have disappointed me, Harry Potter.

I thought... you, who defeated the Dark Lord, had a better understanding of the mystery of life and death, but I didn't expect it to be so superficial. "

Riddle shook his head.

"It seems that Dumbledore did not teach you his wisdom."

"What wisdom?"

"Maybe I should leave the mission to Stark." Riddle muttered to himself: "He is a suitable candidate, but unfortunately...the sense of ritual is a little lacking."

"What are you talking about!" Harry exasperated. "Aren't we talking about Ron?! What the **** is wrong with him?"

"Your favorite Ron isn't dead, he's in a blurred vision," Riddle explained.

"Landscape doesn't mean death...it's a world in between—"

"What's the meaning?"

"Ron is hanging around right now. He'll either return to your world, or go straight to death... it depends on what you do next."

Harry struggled to figure it out. "Action... what do you want me to do?"

"I call you, and naturally have your mission."

Riddle glanced at the time, there was still a little time left... Don't panic at all!

"Summon me..." The Chamber of Secrets came to Harry's mind.

Since the attack, everyone thought he was the Chamber of Secrets opener, a descendant of Slytherin.

"Listen," said Harry, "if you want to ask me about the Chamber of Secrets, I can assure you that I know no better than you—"

Riddle took a deep breath and said coldly, "Are you retarded, Mr. Potter!"

"..." Harry didn't know why, so why did he scold people so well?

"Use your brain, which is not much bigger than a troll, and think about it, where is this place!"

Harry looked around, still shaking his head blankly.

"Please think about it carefully..." Riddle said patiently, "You were sleeping on the bed in the dormitory in the middle of the night, but now you have appeared in this strange place for no reason... What has been going on in the school recently?"

A chill went through Harry's body. "here is…"

"Silly Potter."

Riddle's mild accent disappeared, and he said in a fanatical tone:

"This is the secret room!"

Harry took a breath.

"To be more precise, this is the sanctuary of the secret room, the place where the great Slytherin studied prehistoric mysteries, and the secret treasure he left to his descendants..."

Riddle smiled mysteriously.

"I am the descendant of Slytherin!"

"Then why are you holding me and Ron here?!" Harry stepped back and squeezed the wand in his hand.

Riddle whispered in a calm and soft voice: "Don't be nervous, Harry Potter, if I want to hurt you, you're already dead in bed.

As I said, I called you here for a reason, and I need you to cooperate with me tonight to complete a ritual. "

Harry looked bewildered.

"Don't, don't look like that," Riddle said sadly. "You should be honored that I came to see you, Harry Potter—you're the only one I've chosen."

Harry was irritated by Riddle's tone, and instead of being honored, he felt annoyed at being toyed with.

He said coldly: "I'm sorry, then you must have chosen the wrong person."

"I don't even know the secret room, let alone the ritual..."

"You still don't understand, silly Potter." Riddle smiled.

"I didn't choose you...it was Ron Weasley."

"He, let me choose you!"

The sanctuary was dead silent.

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ps: Limbo is a state between life and death.

The seventh Deathly Hallows, Harry and Dumbledore talking at King's Cross Station, that state is the blurred vision.

Limbo comes from the **** chapter of Dante's "The Divine Comedy", "limbo" is the first circle of hell. Good people who do not believe in the God of Judaism and Christianity live here.

This translation is given by the traditional Chinese version of Harry Potter, and the simplified version has no translation.

So the translated name "Blurry Illusion" feels very inconsistent, and it reminds me inexplicably of the illusory realm in Dream of Red Mansions... It's really not magic at all.

By the way, Amway is a very fun little game

The border of hell, its English name is also limbo, which translates very comfortably. )