Chapter 162: Falling Into the Deep Pool

"Ah..." Harry roared angrily. He did not attack Tom. He rolled to Laura's side and opened Tom Riddle's diary and spread it on the ground.

"No..." Tom shouted, and he stretched out a hand as if to stop Harry! This behavior. But Harry did not mean to stop.

Harry held Gryffindor's sword with both hands, and then stabbed it heavily on the diary. The sword penetrated the diary and pierced into the ground, leaving a hilt outside.

With a long, painful, and crazy scream, the ink in the diary spurted out, overflowing Harry's hands and flowing to the floor. Tom squirmed, twisted, screamed, and spasmed, and then...

A transparent hole appeared on Tom's belly, and the magic light burst out from it.

Tom's voice became thicker and thicker, as if he was about to explode. Finally, in just a few seconds, Tom was swallowed by the light.

To be more precise, Tom just disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

"I succeeded, Fanlin!" Harry shouted excitedly. As Tom disappeared, Laura's face became as rosy as when he first saw her. Laura woke up and looked at Harry in confusion, while Harry hugged Laura excitedly.

"Ha..." Fanlin just wanted to laugh twice to celebrate this hard-won victory, but before he could completely relax, a burst of intensive explosions sounded from behind him.

It was Basilisk who broke free from control. It waved its thick tail and whipped Fanlin fiercely.

Fanlin hurriedly added an armor protection spell to himself, but it was useless. He really didn't have much magic power, and time was very urgent.

Fanlin felt a noise in his body, which was the sound of bones being broken, and a bloody smell ran through his throat. However, the blood was not spit out. The wind poured into his mouth, and then Fanlin hit the face of the Slytherin statue. He smashed the ice surface he created with the broken stones, and then the cold water blocked his whole body.

"Fanlin... Fanlin..." Harry and Laura shouted anxiously. They had no time to save Fanlin, and without Fanlin's suppression, Basilisk was enough for them to fight with their lives.

...

"Haven't you woken up yet?"

A warm male voice came from Fanlin's ears. This voice was very familiar. Fanlin seemed to have heard it there.

"It seems that the injury is really too serious... plus the consumption..." The man's voice tasted bitter.

Fanlin tried his best to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, his eyelids were like a lead block hanging on them, and he couldn't even move...

Not long after, a cool feeling was infused from the top of his head, and Fanlin could clearly know that his fatigue was constantly fading.

But as the cool feeling came, Fan Jin could feel that there were some inexplicable things in his head.

Just like when he and Harry were fighting Basilisk.

That was the memory of a Chinese man, just like those busy white-collar workers, working diligently every day, eating three meals a day, in the ordinary experience of a Muggle.

This man always does some public welfare work in his spare time. Orphanages and nursing homes are places where the man often stays, but the Muggle world where the man lives is much more exciting than the Muggle world in the UK.

At least, the dazzling array of goods and various facilities are better than what Fan Lin has seen. There are also many novel things that Fan Lin has never seen.

For example, a notebook-like computer, Fan Lin can't imagine how they can compress such a large thing into such a small and thin piece...

"Why, it's not enough? If you continue, I will completely disappear..." The man's voice was like talking to himself, but he did not stop his behavior because of this. More information continued to flow into Fan Lin's mind.

"Please stop..." Fan Lin opened his eyes anxiously, but when he woke up, he found that this place was very different from his last impression. He remembered that he fell into the deep pool under the Slytherin portrait, and his bones were broken by Basilisk.

But now he didn't feel any discomfort in his body, but a light feeling. And he also came to such a white and strange world inexplicably.

This place is like a street, but there are no vehicles or pedestrians, and there are only two of them.

"Excuse me... who are you?" Fan Lin got up from the ground. This is an adult Chinese man who looks like he is in his thirties. This is exactly the protagonist of those fragments in his mind.

"Me?" The man smiled slightly, and then bent down to look at the child in front of him, and his smile was so gentle.

He gently stroked Fan Lin's head with one hand, "I, my name is Lin Fan, I can say that I am you..."

"You are me?" Fan Lin opened his mouth in surprise. The man in front of him, except for his Chinese name, has nothing in common with the other two.

"I mean... how could you be me? I..."

"Nothing is impossible. Since there are magic and ghosts in the world, my appearance is not so inconsistent, right?"

"This..." Fan Lin was a little speechless for a while. Although what the man said was right, how could there be two of him.

"To be precise, I am you, not your future, but your past life..."

"Previous life?" Fan Lin looked at the man in confusion, "Are you dead?"

"Yes!" The man smiled and nodded, not caring about Fan Lin's words.

"Then, I also..."

"Oh no...you didn't..." The man smiled, "You are just wandering on the edge of death, so you can see the soul of a dead person like me. In fact, I live deep in your mind, a place that your spirit can't reach."

"You have been in my body all the time?" Fan Lin asked, "So this is where you have been living?"

"Yes, strictly speaking, you are the owner here, and I am just a lost soul. Normally, I am just a guest, not even your past life." (To be continued)