Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 71: Slytherin’s Secret Chamber

　　 The tunnel is as silent as a tomb.

　　 Suddenly, they heard an unexpected sound.

　　"click"

　　 It turned out that Ron had crushed a mouse skull.

　　 Harry lowered his head to look at the ground and found that there were some small animal bones everywhere. He restrained himself desperately, not imagining what Ginny would be like when they were found.

　　 Lockhart was walking in front, with a small stride, but the frequency of his legs hasn't changed much. He took Harry and Ron around a dark curve in the tunnel.

　　 "Harry, there is something..." Ron grabbed Harry's shoulder and said hoarsely.

　　 The two stood still, watching nervously.

　　 Harry saw the outline of a coiled behemoth lying motionless on the other side of the tunnel.

　　 "That's the skin of a snake, a basilisk."

　　 Lockhart raised the wand in his hand to let the light shine further.

　　The light shines on a huge snake skin, which is green and very bright, and it looks like the skin of a poisonous snake. It was lying coiled on the ground of the tunnel, and it was empty inside.

　　 Apparently, the animal that had just shed this layer of skin was at least twenty feet long.

　　 "My God!" Ron sighed weakly.

　　 "Be vigilant and move on." Lockhart said calmly.

　　 The three of them turned turn after turn in the deep and dark tunnel.

　　 Every nerve in Harry was trembling uncomfortably. He wanted to get to the end of the tunnel quickly, but at the same time he was a little afraid that the tunnel would really end.

　　 Finally, he carefully turned another curve, and finally found a solid wall standing in front of him, on which were carved two snakes entwined with each other, and their eyes were studded with large, shiny eyes. Emerald.

　　 "Potter clue, it's time for you to play again." Lockhart said.

　　 Without Lockhart, Harry had already guessed what he had to do.

　　 He cleared his throat, and the emerald eyes seemed to flicker.

　　 He doesn't need to imagine these two stone snakes as real now, because their eyes look exactly like living ones.

　　 "Open," Ha said with a low, dull hiss.

　　 The two snakes separated, the stone wall split in the middle, and slowly slipped to the sides and disappeared.

　　 This is one side of a long, dimly lit room.

　　 There are many large stone pillars, carved with various entangled snakes, towering and supporting the ceiling that melts in the darkness of the heights, casting a long and strange shadow on the room filled with mystery.

　　 Lockhart half-raised his wand, silently advancing slowly among the stone pillars coiled by the giant snake.

　　At this time, Harry and Ron also drew out their wands and carefully followed behind him.

　　 Every time they take a light step, a hollow, dull echo is produced between the walls of the ghost buildings.

　　In such a quiet environment, any unnecessary noise makes people feel unusually disturbed.

　　 When they reached the position between the last pair of stone pillars, a huge statue as high as the room itself suddenly appeared in front of them. It clung to the dark wall behind.

　　 The slightly greenish stone gives it a gloomy atmosphere.

　　 They had to lift their necks vigorously to see the face of the statue-it was an old, monkey-like face, a handful of sparse beards, dragging it almost all the way to the hem of the stone-carved wizard robe , Two big feet stood firmly on the smooth floor of the room.

　　 "...Salazar Slytherin." Lockhart muttered as he looked at the statue.

　　 Between the two feet of the statue, lying face down is a small figure in a black robe, her hair is red like flames.

　　 "Ginny!"

　　 Harry and Ron yelled, then rushed to her and squatted down.

　　 "Ginny! Oh—don’t die! Please—"

　　 Ron dropped his wand casually, then grabbed Ginny by the shoulder, trying to turn her over. Harry put his wand aside and helped him.

　　 At this moment, Ginny's face is like marble, cold and bloodless, but her eyes are closed, so she has not been petrified.

　　 "Ginny, wake up—please—" Ron shook her in despair, begging in a low voice.

　　 Ginny's head droops lifelessly.

　　 "She won't wake up." A voice said softly.

　　Ron turned a deaf ear to this voice, he just kept shaking Ginny's body as if he couldn't hear anything else.

　　 and Harry turned his head abruptly.

　　 A tall boy with black hair leaned on the nearest stone pillar, watching him. The outline of the boy was vague and strange, as if looking at him through a misty window.

　　 "Who are you? What do you mean? You said she won't wake up?" Harry asked angrily, "She didn't--she didn't--"

　　 "She's still alive," said the fuzzy boy, "but it won't be long."

　　 Harry was stunned in place, and Lockhart just stood quietly, without saying a word.

　　 "Then who are you? Are you a ghost?" Harry asked uncertainly.

　　 "It's a memory," Riddle said quietly, "It has been kept in a diary for fifty years."

　　He pointed his finger at the big toe of the statue, where lay the diary that Harry had found in the bathroom of the crying Myrtle.

　　 Harry couldn't figure out how it got there for a while, he obviously put it in the dormitory-but he had more urgent things to deal with.

　　 Harry stopped talking to him, but took a lot of effort to help Ron lift Ginny from the ground.

　　 Then, he leaned over to pick up his magic skills, but the wand was gone.

　　 "Did you see—"

　　 "For every wizard, the wand is a lifelong companion... Take it well."

　　 Beside Harry, Lockhart handed Harry's wand over, but his gaze was always on the vague figure.

　　 "Oh—professor, thank you—but what's wrong?"

　　 "He wants to take your wand." Lockhart raised his head and pointed his chin over there.

　　 The tall boy stared at Lockhart for a while, but then looked back at Harry.

　　 "Harry Potter, I have been waiting for a long time," he said, "I hope I have a chance to see you and talk to you."

　　 "Oh," Harry gradually lost his patience and said, "You probably haven't understood what I mean. We are in the secret room now. We might as well talk about it later."

　　 "We must talk now." The boy said, still with a clear smile on his face.

　　"What can we talk about! We must go back now, we want to save Ginny!"

　　 Ron broke out suddenly, and his angry shouts echoed in this huge room. The echoes overlapped and made the sound even more annoying.

　　"Then talk about it," Lockhart said suddenly again, "I think we must know how Ginny became like this?"

　　 "Yeah, why did Ginny become like this?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

　　 Ron, who was holding Ginny halfway with Harry, couldn't help calming down. After all, this issue was really critical.

　　 "Oh, this is an interesting question," the boy said happily, "It's a long story! To me, the real reason Ginny Weasley became like this is because she asked someone The invisible stranger opened his heart and told all his secrets."

　　 "What are you talking about?" Harry said.

　　 "Diary," the boy said, "My diary. For months, Little Ginny has been writing her innermost thoughts on it, telling me her distressing troubles and sadness-how she was caught by her brothers Making fun of, how do you have to wear old robes and bring old books to school... and, she thinks--"

　　The boy’s eyes flickered slyly, "She thinks that the famous, kind, and great Harry Potter will never like her..."

　　 When he was speaking, his eyes never left Harry's face, as if he had no interest in the existence of other people at all.

　　 There is an almost greedy look in his eyes.

　　 "It's so boring, listening to an eleven-year-old girl talk about her childish troubles," he continued, "but I will be patient and write some words to answer her~IndoMTL.com~I'm kind , Compassionate-Ginny fell in love with me. Oh, Tom, no one understands me like you... I'm so happy to have this diary, I can tell you something to tell you, it's like having one to let go Friends who carry them with you in your pocket!"

　　 The boy let out a cold, harsh laugh, which didn't seem to be from a sixteen-year-old child at all—it made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand up.

　　 "It's not that I brag... Harry, I have always been able to confuse people as I want. So Ginny opened her whole soul to me." The boy said with a smirk, "and her soul It happened to be exactly what I needed-I was devouring her most secret fears, deepest secrets, and my appetite was getting bigger and bigger... I gradually became stronger, much stronger than the little Miss Weasley. Enough to reveal some of my secrets to Miss Weasley, and began to open a small part of my soul to her..."

　　 "What did you say!" Ron couldn't help but yelled out, but the other party didn't even have the interest to glance at him.

　　 "Can't you guess it? Harry Potter?" He whispered, "Ginny Weasley opened the secret room; she strangled the school cock, and The scary text was smeared on the wall; she released the Slytherin basilisk and attacked the four Mudbloods and the thin cat with a dumb gun."

　　 "Oh-no! Impossible!" The expression on Ron's face was distorted, "This is absolutely impossible! You are lying! It is Maca who opened the secret room! Maca McLean!"

　　 "...Maca McLean." Hearing the name, the smile on the boy's face immediately disappeared, and there was a clear irritation in his eyes.

　　 "Don't mention this name to me!" His voice suddenly became low.