Chapter 87 Sacrifice

Harry knelt down in front of Ron, calling out. Ron seemed to be having a seizure, convulsing all over and foaming at the mouth.

No, if it goes on like this, sooner or later, he will bite his tongue, and he will have to put something hard in Ron's mouth... Harry still understands this first aid knowledge!

He instinctively reached out, trying to shove it into Ron's mouth, but assessed the strength of the other's teeth and picked up his wand wisely.

Harry moved his mind again... After all, this is his own wand, it's very useful, and it's Fox's tail feather... I don't want to!

So Harry took Ron's wand and put it in his mouth.

Twelve and a quarter inches...made of oak wood...hard...average.

Anyway, the hardness in Ron's mouth was quite average, and with just a click, the products made by Cedric's small workshop left a row of terrifying cracks.

After the slender basilisk emerged from Ron's chest, it swam out.

It was no more than a meter long, and it was green all over, with a bright red feather on its head, like the red crest of a rooster.

I don't know, I thought it was a chicken-snake hybrid.

Taking advantage of the time when Harry was focusing on Ron, it secretly put Harry's wand on the ground, put it in its mouth, and scurried across the ground suddenly.

It climbed down Riddle's thighs, up to his shoulders, raised the little head, and wagged its tail at the boy as if taking credit.

Riddle took Harry's wand, he played with it lightly, and smiled: "Potter, see, this is how I control Ron.

A very useful magic, as long as the snake is placed in the body of the wizard, the Parseltongue can be used to control them from a distance. "

"That's why, those who were attacked, all identified you."

Harry looked up, staring at Riddle.

"Don't look at me like that." Riddle joked, "Do you think I attacked so many wizards just to blame you?

In addition to Ron, I also placed five basilisks in their infancy in the bodies of the other attackers. "

"Harry.

' Riddle whispered, enjoying every second of the other's horror.

"Believe me, it's not just Ron's life and death that is your concern right now, but also your classmates... five lives.

And me, one thought can destroy them... unless you help me. "

Harry looked nervous, almost out of control.

"Please," he said inarticulately, raising his eyes, "I will grant you any request..."

"Very good." Riddle's face was ecstatic.

He put the diary on the table and spread it out gently. Every page was covered with intricate patterns of ancient runes and spells.

Riddle pinched the juvenile basilisk, put it on the diary quietly, and began to prepare for the resurrection ceremony.

On the road of chasing longevity, Voldemort went farther than anyone else.

When he made the first Horcrux, he was only sixteen years old, but he had already found several resurrection spells.

But unlike the body, Riddle, who lives in the diary, is just a piece of soul.

Since it is the first split, his soul fragment is indeed relatively large, but it still cannot be compared with the body.

Only by constantly communicating with Ron, seducing Ron to share his soul, and absorbing the vitality, can he appear from the diary.

This is only the first step!

In order to transform himself from a soul state into an independent body, Riddle absorbed the souls and vitality of six people at the same time.

The six people who were attacked were all breeding grounds for his growth.

This is also the reason why Dumbledore has never dared to act rashly, he must wait for Riddle to take the initiative to take back the basilisk.

Otherwise, these people will all die!

Now is the time to reclaim those powers.

Riddle waved his wand at the basilisk, chanting a spell.

Almost instantly, the basilisk withered, and the invisible vitality flowed into the diary.

At the same time, the five basilisks living in other people's bodies also shriveled up quickly.

The soul power they absorbed all flowed into the diary.

Riddle's body glowed a rich green light, and his shoulders, neck, face, and head were also covered with intricate patterns of ancient runes and spells.

Exactly the same as in the diary.

On Riddle's head, there are six strange patterns of ouroboros.

"Shards of innocent souls, make me whole!" Riddle muttered to himself.

In his current state, his soul has been transformed into a body.

"Come on, Harry, make magic with me, as you said, it's completely voluntary!" Riddle whispered.

Harry stood up blankly, letting Riddle play.

Riddle paced around the room, waving his wand and chanting the ancient rune quietly to himself.

Thick white smoke rose up together with his chant.

The life force absorbed by the basilisk was not enough to revive the sixteen-year-old Riddle.

He wants to be resurrected,

A powerful sacrifice is needed!

The more hated him, the stronger the bond, the stronger the sacrifice.

So Harry was important, and Riddle chose him for the final sacrifice.

After completing the magic preparations, Riddle asked loudly:

"Harry Potter, is Tom Riddle your enemy?"

"Yes!"

The white smoke wrapped around Harry and Riddle.

"Would you like to break the prison of the soul for your enemy?" Riddle asked again.

"willing!"

The white smoke completely entangled the two of them, and then merged into their bodies.

"I've complied with your request," Harry said loudly. "Let Ron go, let the innocents go."

Riddle opened his eyes and smiled.

"It's not over with you and me, one last step, Potter."

"You may have noticed that my state is different from that of ordinary people.

I am attached to the diary, and to be fully resurrected, I need to offer a sacrifice to free the soul from the diary. "

"You took me as a sacrifice?" Harry's voice trembled. "Is this your mission?"

Riddle laughed dumbly, "You really don't understand, do you?"

At this moment, the sound of music floated from somewhere.

Riddle turned sharply, the music getting louder and louder. This voice is illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it is exciting to hear it.

A second later, a large bird flew straight towards Harry. It threw the tattered thing from its paws at Harry's feet and perched heavily on Harry's shoulder.

When it folded its two huge wings, Harry looked up and saw that it had a long, sharp golden beak and two shiny black eyes.

Big Bird stopped singing. It sat quietly on Harry's shoulder, pressed warm against Harry's cheek, and fixed its eyes on Riddle.

"Phoenix." Riddle laughed, "I just drained the power of the basilisk, and Dumbledore came and interrupted our ceremony, but unfortunately... he came late."

"That thing—" Riddle turned his gaze to the tattered thing Fox had just dropped, "that tattered sorting hat from the school?"

Harry grabbed the hat, and he buttoned it haphazardly over his head.

"Help me—help me—" Harry thought, eyes pressed tightly under his hat, "please help me."

But the Sorting Hat did not answer him.

Instead, the hat got tighter and tighter, as if an invisible hand was desperately clasping it.

WOW! Something very hard and heavy fell on top of Harry's head, nearly knocking him unconscious.

He grabbed the top of the hat and tried to take it off, but felt something long and hard under the hat.

A gleaming silver sword appeared in the hat, with a brilliant egg-sized ruby ​​on the hilt.

"Aha, Gryffindor's sword." Riddle narrowed his eyes.

"I said why I searched for so long, but I couldn't find it. It turned out to be hidden in Dumbledore."

Fox suddenly spread its wings, and it flapped its wings quickly, hovering above the two of them, and then something fell on Harry's lap - the diary.

Without thinking or hesitation, Harry grabbed the Gryffindor sword and raised it high, ready to pierce the diary!

Riddle watched quietly, with a smile on his lips.

This night made myself wait too long, the great new life is finally about to happen.

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(Thanks to the "Hellcat" boss for the reward)