Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The tunnel is as silent as a grave.

Suddenly they heard an unexpected sound.

"咔啪"

It turned out that Ron stepped on a mouse skull.

Harry looked down at the ground and found some small animal bones everywhere. He desperately restrains himself, not imagining what Ginny would look like when they were found.

Lockhart was walking in front, the stride was not big, but the frequency of the leg had not changed. He took Harry and Ron through a dark corner in the tunnel.

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

The two suddenly stood still and watched nervously.

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

"That is the snake, the skin of Basilisk."

Lockhart raises the wand in his hand so that the light can shine farther.

The light shines on a huge snake skin, green and bright, and at first glance is the skin of a poisonous snake. It is coiled on the ground lying in the tunnel, and it is empty inside.

Obviously, the animal that had just peeled off this layer of skin was at least twenty feet long.

"God!" Ron sighed weakly.

"Keep vigilant and move on." Lockhart calmed down.

The three turned a corner and a bend in the deep dark tunnel.

Every nerve of Harry trembled uncomfortably. He hoped to walk to the end of the tunnel, but at the same time he was a little scared that the tunnel really came to an end.

Finally, he carefully turned another corner and finally found a solid wall in front of which was engraved with two intertwined snakes with large, shiny emeralds in their eyes. .

"Mr Potter, it’s time for you to be there," Lockhart said.

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

He cleared his throat and the emerald eyes seemed to be flashing.

He doesn't need to fake these two stone snakes now, because their eyes look exactly the same as they live.

"Open." Harry said in a low, dull si si.

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

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

There are many large stone pillars, engraved with a variety of winding entangled snakes, towering to support the ceiling that melts in the darkness of the sky, casting a path of long shadows in the room filled with mystery.

Lockhart held his own wand in half, and the brief remark was slowly advancing between the stone pillars coiled by the serpent.

At this point, Harry and Ron each pulled out their own wand and carefully followed him behind him.

Every time they take a step, they create a hollow, dull echo between the walls of the ghost building.

In such a quiet environment, any unnecessary sounds are extremely disturbing.

As they walked to the position between the last pair of stone pillars, there was a huge statue as tall as the room itself, which clung to the dark wall behind it.

The slightly greenish stone gave it a layer of gloomy horror.

They had to lift their necks up to see the face of the statue—a senile, monkey-like face, a thin, long beard, almost dragged onto the hem of a wizard robe carved into stone, two Padfoot stood firmly on the sleek floor of the room.

"...Salazar ·Slytherin." Lockhart looked at the statue, muttered.

Between the two feet of the statue, lying down on a small silhouette wearing a black robe, her hair was red like a flame.

"Ginny!"

Harry and Ron screamed and rushed to her side and squatted down.

"Ginny! Oh - you don't want to die! I beg you -"

Ron dropped his wand and grabbed Ginny's shoulder and tried to turn her over. Harry also put the wand aside and helped him.

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

"Ginny, wake up - beg you--" Ron swayed her desperately, whispering.

Ginny's head was pulled without any fuss.

"She won't wake up," said a soft voice.

Ron turned a deaf ear to the sound, and he just shook Ginny's body as if he couldn't hear anything else.

Harry jerked his head back.

A tall, black-haired boy leaned against the nearest stone pillar and was watching him. The boy's outline was ambiguous and very strange, as if he was looking at him through a layer of misty windows.

"Who are you? What does this mean? You said she won't wake up?" Harry asked anxiously. "She didn't—she didn't—"

"She is still alive," said the blurred boy, "but it won't last long."

Harry was kneeling in the same place, and Lockhart on the side stood just quietly, without a word.

"Who are you? Is it a ghost?" Harry asked uncertainly.

“It’s a memory,” Riddle said quietly. “It’s been fifty years in a diary.”

He reached out to the big toe of the statue, where the diary that Harry had picked up in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom was lying.

Harry couldn't figure out how it would go there, he obviously put it in the bedroom - but he had more pressing things to deal with.

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

Then he leaned over to lick his wand, but the wand disappeared.

"Have you seen -"

"For every wizard, wand is a lifelong partner... take it."

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

"Oh - Professor, thank you - but what?"

"He wants to take your wand." Lockhart raised his head and pointed his chin to the side.

The tall boy stared at Lockhart for a moment, but looked at Harry again.

"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."

"Aiya," Harry gradually lost his patience and said, "You probably haven't understood what I mean. We are in the Chamber of Secrets. We might as well talk about it later."

"You must talk now." The boy said, his face still had a clear smile.

"There is nothing to talk about! We must go back now, we want to save Ginny!"

Ron suddenly broke out, his angry shouts echoed in the big room, and the echoes overlapped, and the voice was even more annoying.

"Tell me," Lockhart suddenly spoke again. "I think we have to know, how did Ginny become like this?"

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

Ron, who was holding Ginny with Harry, couldn't help but calm down. After all, this problem is really crucial.

"Oh, this is an interesting question," the boy said happily. "It’s a long story! To see me, Ginny Weasley is like this. The real reason is that she is open to an invisible stranger. I have a heart and talked about all my secrets."

"What are you talking about?" Harry said.

"Diary," the boy said, "my diary. For months, Little Ginny has been writing her heart on it, telling me about her distressing troubles and sorrows - how she was teased by the big brothers, How do I have to wear old robes and old books to go to school... and, she thinks-"

The boy’s eyes flashed cunning. “She thinks that the famous, kind, great Harry Potter will never like her...”

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

There is a near-greedy look hidden in his eyes.

"It's too boring, listen to an eleven-year-old girl telling her naive troubles," he continued. "But I am patient, write something to answer her, I am kind and understanding-- Ginny fell in love with me. Oh, Tom, no one understands me like you... I am so happy to get this diary, I can tell you the truth, just like having a friend who can carry it in your pocket! ”

The boy gave a cold, shrill laugh, which was not like a child who was only sixteen years old - it made the hair behind Harry's neck stand up.

"I didn't brag about myself... Harry, I have always been able to confuse people as do as one pleases. So Ginny opened her whole soul to me." The boy 诡said with a smile, "And her soul is eccentric It was exactly what I needed - I swallowed her most secretive fears, the deepest secrets, and the liking became bigger and bigger... I gradually became powerful, much more powerful than the little Miss Weasley. Powerful enough to Miss Weasley revealed some of my secrets and started to open a small part of my soul to her..."

"What are you talking about!" Ron couldn't help but screamed out, but the other party didn't even look at him.

"Can't you guess it? Harry Potter?" he said softly. "It was Ginny Weasley who opened the Chamber of Secrets; she killed the rooster in the school and painted the scary on the wall. Text; she released Basilisk from Slytherin, attacked four mudbloods, and the thin cat of the squib."

"Oh-no! Impossible!" Ron's face was distorted. "This is never possible! You are lying! Opening the Chamber of Secrets is Marx! Marx McLorne!"

"...Marx McLorne." Upon hearing the name, the smile on the boy's face disappeared immediately, and his eyes were clearly marked with anger.

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