"What's the question?" Harry snapped, fists still clenched.
"There are many, such as..."
A delighted smile appeared on Riddle's face, "How did a baby, without any particularly magical spells, defeat the greatest wizard who ever lived? How could you escape unscathed, with only a scar, while Voldemort's powers were Destroyed?"
Now there was a strange red light in his wolf-like eyes.
"It's interesting, you were defeated by Harry, but you don't know how you failed. Voldemort, is this what you call a powerful force?!" Ivan sneered.
He carefully looked around, searching for the diary.
Now Riddle is just an intangible memory, formed by absorbing Ron's vitality, and attacking him has no effect at all.
Only by finding that diary Horcrux can everything be solved.
"I underestimated you again, Mudblood!" Riddle said softly, "It seems that you already know my identity, yes, I am Voldemort, he is my past, present and future."
He took Ron's broken wand, drew a few times in the air, and wrote three shiny names: Tom Marvolo Riddle!
Then, with a flick of his wand, the letters switched places automatically: I am Voldemort!
"This is a new name I came up with myself!" He whispered, "Do you think I will use my dirty Muggle father's name for the rest of my life? You know, in my veins, there is Salazar With the blood of Slytherin himself, do I still have that disgusting common Muggle name? He abandoned me before I was born because he found out his wife was a witch!"
"That's impossible!" Riddle had a heart-throbbing sneer on his face, "I want to give myself a new name, which means my new life! I know that one day, when I become the world's greatest When I was a magician, wizards everywhere dare not say this name easily!"
Although he already knew that Tom Riddle was Voldemort, Harry's mind seemed to froze when he saw this name appear in front of him.
He stared blankly at Riddle, this is the man who used to be an orphan whose parents died, who actually killed his own parents when he grew up, and so many other people...
"No, you're not." Harry forced himself to speak, his quiet voice filled with hatred.
"Not what?" Riddle asked sharply.
"Not the greatest wizard in the world!" said Harry breathlessly. "Sorry to disappoint you, but the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore. Everyone says that. Even in your When you are strong, you dare not try to control Hogwarts. Dumbledore saw through you when you were in school, and he still scares you, no matter where you hide these days."
The smile on Riddle's face disappeared, replaced by a very ugly expression.
"From the beginning to the end, Dumbledore didn't believe me. I knew it when I first saw him in the orphanage." Riddle said sharply, "But it doesn't matter, I know a lot of him." I am the most powerful of spells I have never dared to imagine. Now, tell me everything, Harry Potter. How long your words last, you and the little Mudblood next to you will last how long."
"No one knows why you suddenly lost your power when you attacked me." Harry said bluntly, "I don't know myself, but I know why you failed to kill me. It's the same as Ivan said, Because my mother died to save me, and she beat you with her love for me!"
Harry was shaking because he was trying to suppress his anger, "She stopped you from killing me. I saw you in real life, and I saw you last year. You are only a pile of rags, and you can only be regarded as half dead. Look at you You have great powers, but you ended up like this. You are hiding, you are ugly and disgusting!"
Riddle's face contorted, and then he forced a hideous smile.
"I see, your mother died to save you. Not some ridiculous motherly love, but a powerful spell. Yes, that was a very effective anti-curse spell, I understand now! After all, you There is nothing special, you just escaped from me by luck."
Riddle turned to look at the Slytherin statue, the smirk on his face more pronounced.
"Now, let's see if you and the Mudblood next to you have the luck to escape from the greatest dark wizard ever again."
A hiss came from his mouth, and the great stone face of Slytherin moved.
Its mouth opened, and it grew bigger and bigger, and finally formed a huge black hole.
Ivan raised his head and looked at the face of the Slytherin stone statue hidden high in the darkness. Immediately afterwards, he saw the diary that he hadn't found just now, and it was placed on top of the statue.
The basilisk slowly slid out of the statue, its body was covered with scars, it was not as imposing as it was first seen in the Gryffindor common room, Snape's attack and rooster crowing made it look abnormal Tired and weak.
But for the two little wizards, the basilisk, no matter how weak it is, is still deadly.
"Kill them!" Riddle yelled frantically.
The basilisk slid towards them quickly, and Aiwen's wand emitted an attacking orange light. It was an eye disease spell, but it was resolved by Riddle's spell.
"Stupid, you thought I'd let you do the same trick twice," Riddle screamed, "Taste death, Mudblood... "
Before he finished speaking, a burst of music suddenly came to mind in the empty secret room.
This voice is illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it is exciting to listen to.
Alvin saw a crimson bird suddenly descend from the sky, the size of a crane, playing its weird music on the vaulted ceiling. It has a golden tail, as long as a peacock's tail, and a pair of golden claws, holding a tattered package on the paws.
"It's Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix!"
It flew over quickly and threw the tattered thing on its paw at the feet of the two of them. Ivan saw clearly that it was the school's broken sorting hat.
"Interesting!"
Riddle suddenly laughed wildly, he laughed so hard that the dark secret room trembled slightly, as if ten Riddles were laughing loudly at the same time, "This is what Dumbledore gave to his protector, A singing bird and a battered hat! Do you feel daring? Do you feel safe?"
As soon as his voice fell, he saw Fox flying towards the basilisk head-on, circling around its head.
The basilisk rushed towards Fenghuang angrily, its thin and long fangs like sabers were exposed from its mouth.
But it was no use, for Fawkes swooped down and plunged his long golden beak into the basilisk's head. Its mouth sang a strange song, and from time to time it aimed at the scaly nose of the basilisk, pecking here and there, and black blood spurted from the basilisk's eyes, and its eyes were pecked blind up.
"No, kill those two boys! Get off the bird, the boys are behind you!" Riddle screamed.
"Harry, believe in yourself." Ivan put the sorting hat on the ground into Harry's hand, he turned and ran towards the statue of Slytherin, shouting loudly while running, "I'm going to get the diary, you It must be destroyed."
Harry looked blankly at the sorting hat that was full of patches in his hand, not knowing what Ivan meant and what effect this thing could have.
Immediately afterwards, his hand seemed to feel something long and hard inside the hat, and he looked down to see a shiny silver sword appearing in the hat, the hilt was inlaid with a dazzling egg-sized ruby.
Harry pulled it out, the ruby gleaming faintly on the hilt.
Proof of courage, the sword of Gryffindor!