Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The tunnel was silent like a tomb.

Suddenly, they heard an unexpected voice.

"Click"

It turned out that Ron had crushed a mouse skull.

Harry looked down at the ground and saw that there were some small animal bones everywhere.He restrained himself desperately, not to imagine what Ginny would be like when they were found.

Lockhart was walking in front, with a small stride but the frequency of his legs never changing 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 of them 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 lifted the wand in his hand to let the light shine further.

The light shone on a huge snake skin, which was green and bright, and it looked like the skin of a poisonous snake.It lay coiled on the ground of the tunnel, empty inside.

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

"Gosh!" Ron sighed feebly.

"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 corner, and finally found a solid wall in front of which was carved two snakes entwined with each other, and their eyes were inlaid with large, shiny emeralds. .

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

Needless to say Lockhart, Harry had already guessed what he had to do.

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

He didn't need to imagine these two stone snakes as real now, because their eyes looked exactly like the 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 at a high place, casting long and mysterious shadows on the room filled with mystery.

Lockhart half-raised his wand, walking slowly among the stone pillars coiled by the giant snake without a word.

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

Every time they took a light step, a hollow and dull echo was generated between the four 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 gave it a gloomy atmosphere.

They had to lift their necks vigorously to see the statue's face-it was an old, monkey-like face, a sparse beard, dragged almost all the way to the hem of the stone-carved wizard robe, two The big feet stood firmly on the smooth floor of the room.

"...Salazar Slytherin." Lockhart murmured while looking at the statue.

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

"Ginny!"

Harry and Ron yelled.

"Ginny! Oh--don't die! Please--"

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

Ginny's face was like marble at this moment, cold and bloodless, but her eyes were closed, so she was not petrified.

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

Ginny's head drooped 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.

Harry turned his head abruptly.

A tall boy with black hair leaned on the nearest stone pillar, watching him.The boy's outline 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 she won't live 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 calmly. "It's 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 would get 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 worked so hard 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 lifetime partner... Take it well."

At Harry's side, Lockhart handed Harry's wand over, but his eyes were always fixed on the fuzzy 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 at Harry again.

"Harry Potter, I waited a long time," he said, "I hope I have the opportunity to see you and talk to you."

"Oh," Harry said, gradually losing patience, "you probably haven't understood what I mean, we are in the secret room now, we might as well talk about it later."

"It must be talked now." The boy said, still with a clear smile on his face.

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

Ron burst out suddenly, and his angry shouts echoed in this huge room. The echoes overlapped together, and the sound was 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 half hugging Ginny 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 an invisible The 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 heartfelt words on it, telling me her distressing troubles and sorrow-how she was made fun of by her brothers, how I had to wear old robes and come to school with old books...and, she thought--"

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.

There was an almost greedy look in his eyes.

"It's too boring. Listening to an eleven-year-old girl telling her childish annoyances," he continued, "but I be patient and write some words to answer her. I am kind and understanding-- Ginny fell in love with me. Oh, Tom, no one understands me like you... I'm so glad to have this diary, I can tell you my best things, like having a friend that I can carry with me in my pocket !"

The boy let out a cold, piercing 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 happens to be What I need-I devour her most secret fears, deepest secrets, and my appetite is getting bigger and bigger... I gradually become stronger, much stronger than the little Miss Weasley. Strong enough to tell Wei Miss Slay revealed some of my secrets and began to open a small part of my soul to her..."

"What are you talking about!" Ron couldn't help yelling, 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 rooster and smeared it on the wall Those scary words; it was she who released the Slytherin basilisk and attacked the four Mudbloods and the skinny 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 disappeared, and there was a clear anger in his eyes.

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