Exchange student at Hogwarts

"Don't be afraid, it's a snake shedding." Zhang Chen sensed it with his spiritual consciousness and breathed a sigh of relief. "Show me, Harry."

Harry squinted his eyes as small as he could while still being able to see, and slowly moved forward sideways, holding his wand high in his hand. Zhang Chen stood in front of Harry, and the two of them moved slowly in front of the snake.

The light shines on a huge snake skin, which is green and very bright. At first glance, it looks like the skin of a venomous snake, lying coiled on the ground of the tunnel, and it is empty inside.Apparently the animal that had just shed this skin was at least twenty feet long.

"Oh, no." Ron sighed weakly, mentally lowering his chances of rescuing Ginny by two levels.

Suddenly there was a movement behind them. It was Gilderoy Lockhart. He pounced on Ron and knocked him to the ground.

Zhang Chen and Harry wanted to rush back, but it was pitch black behind them, and it still took a while for Zhang Chen's night vision to switch from light to pure darkness, but it was obviously too late. Lockhart stood up panting, holding Ron's wand in his hand, pointing directly at Zhang Chen and Harry, with his unique smile on his face, showing his bright teeth.

"I don't know what's wrong." Zhang Chen's disgust increased even more, but he didn't act rashly.

"Kids, your adventure is over," he said. "I'm going to take this belt to school and tell them that I was too late to save the girl, and as soon as you saw her bloody The corpse is so painful that you have lost your mind and can’t remember anything. Say goodbye to your memory.”

He raised Ron's malfunctioning wand high above his head and shouted: "Forget everything." Zhang Chen pulled Harry back instantly and moved to a safe area. Only a huge roar was heard, and Ron's The wand suddenly exploded with as much power as a grenade.

"Ron, how are you?"

"I'm fine. But this idiot is unlucky. He was hit by the wand. In addition, the tunnel seemed to have collapsed by him." Following a dull impact, someone screamed loudly: "Ouch." From the sound , it seemed that Ron had kicked Lockhart in the calf.

"We are separated by falling rubble." With Harry's wand, Zhang Chen checked carefully, fearing that he might not be able to open a gap to get them over.

"You wait here, let's go forward first, it's too late. If I don't come back within an hour..." There was a meaningful pause, and Zhang Chen silently withdrew his promise to take care of Hermione for me. An unlucky word.

Zhang Chen and Harry slowly continued walking along the tunnel, carefully turning one corner after another, and finally found a solid wall standing in front of them, with two intertwined snakes carved on it. His eyes were set with large, sparkling emeralds.

Harry and Zhang Chen looked at each other and guessed what he had to do. He cleared his throat, his emerald eyes seeming to twinkle.

"Open it," said Harry in a low, hoarse hiss.

The two snakes separated, and the stone wall cracked in the middle, slowly sliding to both sides and disappearing.

Behind the door are long, dimly lit rooms, with many stone pillars engraved with entangled snakes, towering to support the ceiling that melts into the darkness above, filling the whole place with a green and mysterious atmosphere. Long, eerie black shadows were cast across the room.

Zhang Chen's wand quietly floated out of the pocket of his robe. The two leaned on each other's backs and slowly walked forward along the pillar. Harry could feel Harry's heart beating very fast. He squinted his eyes. Be ready to close at the slightest sign of trouble. Zhang Chen, on the other hand, simply closed his eyes and relied entirely on his spiritual consciousness to perceive everything around him.

Damn it, why did you forget to roll the dice when you went out today? Zhang Chen cursed secretly in his heart.

When they reached the end of the column, a statue as tall as the ceiling of the room suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Is this Slytherin?" Zhang Chen opened his eyes, looked at the spectacular scene in front of him, and sighed in a low voice.

Harry raised his neck high and saw the huge face above: it was an old, monkey-like face, with a long sparse beard that almost reached the hem of the wizard's robe carved in stone. Two gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room.

Between the two feet, lying face down, was a small figure in black robes, with hair as red as flames.

"Ginny" Harry exclaimed and they both hurried to her side, Harry kneeling down. "Please, Ginny, please don't die." He threw the wand aside, grabbed Ginny by the shoulders, and turned her over. Zhang Chen reached out and touched her cheek. It was like marble, cold and bloodless, but still had the elasticity of a living creature, and her eyes were closed, so she was not petrified.

"Ginny, please wake up," Harry begged in a low voice, shaking her desperately. Ginny's head drooped lifelessly.

"She won't wake up," a voice said softly. Zhang Chen and Harry were shocked and turned around.

A tall, dark-haired boy was leaning against the nearest stone pillar, watching him.The boy's outline was vague and strange, as if Harry was looking at him through a window that was foggy.

"Tom Riddle" Harry asked uncertainly.

Zhang Chen unfolded his consciousness and felt it. Riddell's form was like a mist. First of all, he was definitely not an entity. Secondly, within the scope of the spiritual body, he was neither a ghost nor a soul. It should be said that he was in the process of transforming consciousness into a soul. It is in a critical state, so it is completely atomized star points in the scanning of spiritual consciousness, and it is difficult to judge what form it exists in.

"Yeah" the boy nodded, his glasses still staring at Harry and Zhang Chen.

"What do you mean she won't wake up?" Harry asked angrily.

"She's alive," Riddle said, "but not much longer."

Tom Riddle was a student at Hogwarts fifty years ago, but now he stood here with a strange, misty glow about him that could not have been more than sixteen years old.

"Are you a ghost?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"It's a memory," Riddle said quietly, "kept in a diary for fifty years." He pointed to the statue's big toe. There lay the diary that Harry had found in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

"So it's all your fault." Zhang Chen stood up, flicked the dust off his legs, and prepared to end this period of history.

Tom Riddle didn't answer. He stared closely at the scar on Harry's forehead, and suddenly there was a wand in his hand, which was Harry's wand. Playing with the wand in his hand, Riddle said leisurely, "Harry Potter, I have been waiting for a long time," Riddle said, "I hope I have a chance to see you. Talk to you."

"What are we talking about? Help me first. Save Ginny. A basilisk is likely to appear at any time. After saving people, you can talk whenever and for as long as you want." Harry was already anxious. .

"It won't come until it's called," said Riddle nonchalantly.

"You probably don't understand what I mean. We are in the secret room now. We might as well talk about it later." Harry's confusion about the situation made Zhang Chen feel very uncomfortable.

"We've got to talk now," said Riddle, still with the obvious smile on his face, pocketing Harry's wand.

Harry gaped at him. What's going on here is so weird.

"Don't be stupid, Harry, everything is his conspiracy." Zhang Chen silently took out two Pure Heart Demon Control Pills, gave one to Harry, and asked him to stuff it into his mouth to deal with this kind of non-physical enemy. It's a lot more troublesome than the physical one.

"What do you mean, Zhang?" said Harry.

"Diary," Zhang Chen said, "do you remember that diary? The person who stole the diary was Ginny. It was probably Ginny who got the diary first, and then I don't know how it fell into your hands, but she didn't I know why I tried to steal it back.

"Wonderful, I seem to have underestimated you, strange Oriental. For several months, little Ginny has been writing her innermost thoughts on it, telling me her heart-wrenching troubles and sorrows: how she was teased by her brothers. , how she had to come to school in old robes and old books, and how she thought," Riddle's eyes twinkled slyly, "that the famous, good, great Harry Potter would never like her. "When Riddle spoke, his eyes never left Harry's face, especially the lightning emblem on his forehead. There was an almost greedy look hidden in his eyes.

"Okay, stop talking about these boring nonsense" Zhang Chen suddenly interrupted Riddle's performance. "You used the diary to confuse Ginny's memory, polluted her soul, and made her do your bidding."

Riddle let out a cold, piercing laugh that didn't sound like it came from a sixteen-year-old child. This made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand up. "You're right, little Oriental boy. I'm not bragging. I've always been able to confuse people at will. So, Ginny opened her whole soul to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I wanted. Needed. I devoured her deepest fears, her deepest secrets with an ever-increasing appetite. I grew stronger, much stronger than little Miss Weasley. Strong enough to reveal it to Miss Weasley. A few of my secrets began to open up a small part of my soul to her..."

"What did you say?" Harry asked, feeling his throat burning with dryness.

"I understand, you injected your soul into her body and used her body to do what you wanted. Then the few things that happened in the academy were all your doing." Riddle's few words were enough. Supplementing Zhang Chen's conjecture, "Harry, now Ginny's soul is only suppressed by it and has not been completely swallowed up. Now we must destroy this disgusting memory fragment. Only in this way can we save Ginny."

"Hahahaha, you are such an arrogant Oriental, you want to kill me," Riddle said softly, "Yes, it was Ginny Weasley who opened the Chamber of Secrets. It was she who strangled the rooster in the school and opened the Chamber of Secrets. Those scary words scrawled on the wall. She was the one who unleashed the Slytherin basilisk, attacked the four mudbloods, and the skinny cat who was a squib. I controlled her body to do these."

"Impossible," Harry murmured.

"Yeah," Riddle said still calmly, "Of course, she didn't know what she was doing at first. It's very interesting. I really hope you can read some of her new diary entries. It's really getting better and better. This is interesting." He looked into Harry's frightened eyes and recited the contents of the diary, "Dear Tom, I feel as if I am losing my memory. There are chicken feathers all over my robes, and I don't know how they got there. . Dear Tom, I don’t remember what I did on Halloween, but a cat was killed and my chest was covered in paint. Dear Tom, Percy always told me I looked bad, There was something strange about him. I thought he might be suspicious of me. There was another attack today and I can't remember where I was. Tom, what should I do? I feel like I'm going crazy. I think I was the one who attacked me. The murderer of all these people, Tom hahahaha, this simple little girl"

Harry's fists clenched and his nails dug into his flesh. But Zhang Chen was impatient to continue chatting with Riddle so slowly. He moved his steps and tried to get closer to him.

"Hey, don't come closer. It's really annoying. It keeps interrupting my chat with my dear Harry. I still have a lot of things I want to share with him." Riddle saw through Zhang Chen's little trick almost instantly. He pulled out Harry's wand, and instantly a green light shot out. Zhang Chen dodged, and a big hole was corroded on the floor at his feet. This little time allowed Riddle to drift back some distance. Upon seeing this, Zhang Chen stopped pressing forward and left a distance for Riddle to continue his talk.

The figure of Riddle, who had released a spell, faded a little. Obviously, as a fragment of memory, casting a spell was not something that came without a price for him. However, Zhang Chen did not dare to act rashly. Magic was usually transmitted in the form of light and arrived almost instantly. Zhang Chen's past method of avoiding other people's magic was usually to judge the direction of the magic based on the pointing of the wand. However, as an incorporeal ghost, Riddle's wand's direction was erratic, making it very difficult to judge. If he was hit by some evil spell, he might not be able to block it with the third-level foundation building mystical skills. In addition, Ginny's life force became weaker after Riddle released the magic. It was obvious that every magic was draining her life force.

After taking a few steps back, Zhang Chen returned to a position parallel to Harry. After quietly exchanging glances with Harry, Harry understood his mission and began to slowly guide Riddle to speak and divert his attention. With strength, Zhang Chen slowly looked for opportunities to take action.