harleyscars Chapter 110: Leaving the Secret Room, the Principal's Eyes Go Black
Chapter 110: Leaving the Secret Room, the Principal's Eyes Go Black
Chapter 111: Leaving the Secret Room, the Principal's Eyes Go Black
Harry pierced the orange-yellow sign with his sword, and the demonic book immediately let out a mournful wail.
Harry, annoyed by the noise, made a move to stab the other eye. Seeing this, the demonic book quickly closed its one eye, shut its mouth, and remained silent.
Seeing that it had become obedient, Harry snorted and cast a spell on each of its dozens of venomous fangs.
After all the poison had been administered, it flowed backwards. After a while, a sharp shriek was suddenly heard in mid-air.
"dad!"
Harry and the others stared intently, only to see Draco suddenly sit up, his deathly pale face regaining some color.
Draco looked around and saw Hagrid the charred man and Lockhart the drenched chicken. He knew that the two must have risked their lives to save him.
He cried out urgently, "Watch out for Tom! He lives in the diary!"
"Oh, my dear Draco, relax a bit." Lockhart stood up, wiped his brow, and chuckled, "I've taken care of it."
He was about to continue his boastful remarks when he suddenly heard a clang and saw Harry slamming his sword into the ground. He quickly added:
"Of course, it was under Harry's leadership; I didn't actually play a very big role."
Upon hearing the name Harry, Draco was startled and quickly turned to look for him.
Seeing Harry covered in blood and with his severed arm, his eyes were empty and blank; he was completely stunned.
His lips trembled, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat. After struggling for a while, he finally managed to squeeze out three or five words.
"You saved me?"
"You saved me?!"
As the saying goes, gratitude and resentment are reversed, leaving a complex mix of emotions. The white-haired man's face seemed to have been dyed, a bluish hue of fear, a white hue of confusion, a red hue of shame, and a purple hue of anger. He felt neither hatred nor gratitude.
He glanced again at the severed arm dripping with black blood, assuming it was from Harry saving him. In that instant, the world seemed to collapse, and he stumbled backward. Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he fell to the ground.
Looking back, he saw the bloody hole in Lucius's back and was so horrified that his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"dad!"
"Who did this?!"
Lockhart, feeling guilty for taking Lucius's life-saving amulet, even stepped forward tremblingly to check his breath, despite his fear of the bloody hole.
"Oh, he's still alive!"
"Draco, give me a hand, let's hurry and get a doctor."
"Harry, don't forget your arm. I'm sure Madam Pomfrey can reattach it."
Lockhart, in his hurried chatter, then, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, stuffed the broken amulet back into Lucius's chest.
Hagrid also pulled his foot out from under the stone bricks and carefully picked up Harry's severed arm, wrapping it in his clothes.
"Harry, let's go."
As the effects of the aging potion wore off, Harry's joints cracked and popped, and in an instant, his nine-foot-tall frame shrank to its normal size.
After changing his clothes, he carefully wrapped the broken white frost mithril ring knife in the old robe.
"Harry, this knife is useless now," the Sorting Hat said from Lockhart's head. "Wouldn't the Gryffindor sword be better?"
"You can have it until you graduate."
Harry shook his head and said, "This knife of mine has many mysteries, so it can't be thrown away so easily. It needs to be repaired by that goblin."
After they had finished collecting everything, he and Hagrid dragged the basilisk straight out of the secret room.
The flower blooms at two ends, each telling its own story.
Meanwhile, up in the washroom, Dumbledore, Fudge, and a group of Aurors were keeping watch.
Fudge paced back and forth, muttering to himself as if chanting a sutra, determined to convince Dumbledore and the others that the opening of the secret chamber was not the return of the mysterious man.
"Think about it carefully, a mysterious person? This makes absolutely no sense."
"If it really is him, why must it be at Hogwarts, right under Dumbledore's nose..."
The Aurors were getting impatient listening to this, and Dumbledore spoke softly, "Don't be impatient, Cornelius, we'll know when Harry comes back."
"Speaking of which, Dumbledore, how could you send a second-year wizard to face such danger..."
Before he could finish speaking, Scrimgeour, who was staring intently at the cave entrance, suddenly shouted, "Something's coming!"
Everyone tensed up and hurriedly raised their canes in response.
After waiting for a while, a huge snake head appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"It's a basilisk!"
"Torn apart!"
"Burning Flames!"
"Lightning and thunder!"
The colorful spells shot out simultaneously, and in just a moment, the snake's head was smashed to pieces.
"Damn it! That filthy bastard dared to mess with my snake monster!"
Harry leaped onto the rotten snake head, roaring, "My sister wanted to see this beast, but now that its head is a complete mess, what kind of bird is she supposed to show it to?!"
"Harry!"
Dumbledore, his face grave, rushed forward and cast several healing spells on Harry.
Harry slapped his shoulder and exclaimed, "Wow! The professor's method is truly remarkable, far superior to what I could have done myself."
Dumbledore ignored his praise and stared at him, asking, "What happened to your left arm?"
"That's alright. I just made a mistake and fell into Voldemort's trap."
Fudge shuddered and cried out, "Mr. Potter! Please don't spread rumors!"
Scrimgeour glanced at the basilisk's shattered head and frowned. "There really was a basilisk...who killed it?"
"Harry, of course!"
Suddenly a shout came from the cave entrance, and Hagrid emerged, dragging the snake carcass backwards.
"He killed the basilisk with a knife. If you don't believe me, you can look at the wound on the basilisk's neck."
Scrimgeour, still somewhat skeptical, stepped forward and examined the basilisk head for a moment before exclaiming in horror, "It really is Harry!"
A second-year wizard killed a fully grown basilisk?!
Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?
At this moment, he recalled Snape's words from the Slytherin common room and felt a pang of shame.
If I were to fight him, I really wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.
Upon seeing Hagrid's appearance, Dumbledore frowned and asked, "Hagrid, where are your hair and beard?"
Hagrid touched his bald head. "It was burned off by the mysterious man with a Fiendfyre spell."
"Mr. Hagrid!" Fudge called again, "And you too, please stop spreading rumors—"
"Shut up!"
Hagrid roared, "You all see it now? It was the basilisk that killed Myrtle fifty years ago, not the eight-eyed spider!"
"I am innocent!"
Fudge's expression froze for a moment. "Of course, I will investigate this matter thoroughly."
Just then, Draco and Lockhart dragged Lucius out.
Upon seeing this, Dumbledore quickly ordered Harry and Lucius to be taken to the university hospital.
Just as Draco was about to go with them, he was trapped by Scrimgeour's spell.
"Mr. Malfoy, please come with us."
Draco cried out in alarm, "What are you doing? I'm protected by the Juvenile Wizarding Protection Act!"
"Then you should also know that you have violated the 'Underage Wizarding Offenses Ordinance'."
After everyone had dispersed, Dumbledore accompanied Harry toward the school hospital.
After a long silence, the old headmaster lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Harry, I failed to protect you."
Harry laughed and said, "Professor, you are mistaken. If it weren't for the phoenix and the Sorting Hat, I would probably be dead in the Chamber of Secrets by now."
"But I ultimately put you in mortal danger." Dumbledore took a breath. "It was I who abandoned you."
Harry laughed loudly, his voice booming like a bell. "As the ancients said, 'Even if the whole world were to offer itself to one person, one would not take it.' If a professor were to disregard the lives of thousands of students for my sake, then he would truly be condemned by all heroes, and I, Harry, would have no face to stand between heaven and earth!"
Dumbledore was stunned for a long time after hearing this.
He let go of his burdens and laughed, "Felius often told me that your thoughts were profound, but I only understand what he meant today."
"Harry, thank you for teaching me a lesson."
"Professor, don't be so formal," Harry waved his hand and whispered to him, "Does the professor know anything about Horcruxes?"
"Who told you that?"
"When Voldemort got carried away and blurted it out, I realized that the damn diary was actually a Horcrux."
"Oh, just as I suspected, that's really bad news." Dumbledore took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. "So, did you find the Horcrux?"
Harry took the demon book from his pocket and said, "This is it."
He then explained to Dumbledore how the basilisk's remains had become one with the diary.
After he finished speaking, Dumbledore felt dizzy and almost lost his footing.
He turned Voldemort into a magical item.
(End of this chapter)