The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Harry put his wand in the back pocket of his trousers and helped lift Hermione. Hermione's weight was unevenly pressed on the two of them, but at least she was able to move.

Harry asked Ron as he looked over his arms and looked at Margulis lying face down on the ground. "What should she do? We can't leave her here. The basilisk could appear at any time and attack her."

He had a bad feeling.

Ron struggled to hold Hermione's arms, and her clothes kept sliding up. He said anxiously, "Let's send Hermione up first and then rush back to rescue her."

Harry thought of those very slippery, sometimes steeply angled pipes, "But how to get up there?"

Unable to climb.

Harry and Ron, look at me and I look at you.

I don’t know.

There's no time to think about that much when you're jumping down to save someone.

Harry paused for a while and said optimistically, "There will be a way. Ron, let's change the plan and move Hermione to a safer place nearby, come back immediately to rescue the other one, and then find a way to take them up."

Ron moved back and looked around. It was eerie here, more terrifying than the pipes and dark tunnels he had passed through before. There were statues and snake pillars, which looked like a base camp. They must be basilisks. Lair.

The basilisk could appear anywhere. It might be out feeding along the pipe now, and would come back at any moment to bump into these unwelcome intruders.

He had to hide before it was discovered, and before the real heir of Slytherin noticed something was wrong.

If you are looking for a safer place...

"Snake skin," Ron said hopefully, "Hide Hermione behind the coiled snake skin first. The snake skin can block her and the smell there can mask the human scent."

"Let's do it." Harry lifted Hermione's leg and tried to keep pace with Ron.

"You are wasting your efforts." A voice said coldly.

Harry turned his head sharply, and Ron looked in the direction of the sound with his mouth wide open.

A tall, handsome boy with black hair walked out from behind a stone pillar. On the pillar was a snake statue with an open mouth. The lifelike and ferocious appearance formed a strong contrast with the handsome boy's calm face.

"Tom Riddle?" Harry looked at the man he had seen in the diary in surprise. His whole body exuded a shimmer that seemed to be hidden in the mist. "Are you a ghost?" he guessed.

"It's a memory sealed in a diary." Riddle walked behind Harry with a smile and took away the wand he had inserted into his trouser pocket.

Harry didn't understand what kind of magic a memory could stand in front of him, and could also contact entities like Peeves, but the top priority was to rescue Hermione, and he had no time to think about other things, "We must leave immediately, The basilisk will come back at any time, just in time. Can you use your wand to think of a solution? Help me quickly. If the basilisk appears - "

"It will not appear unless summoned." Riddle played with Harry's wand, holding both ends of the wand with his slender fingers to test its flexibility.

Snape looked at him from a distance and was about to curse. He kept his wand in his hand. It was such a simple thing. What was this idiot doing?

Dumbledore stopped him, preventing him from getting any closer.

"Harry, is he the person you saw in the diary who reported on Hagrid?" Ron saw Harry nodding, so he looked at this strange boy. He looked a little like Percy, but he was too strange. Why is his gaze always fixed on Harry, who seems peaceful and friendly but always feels that something is wrong, "You have arrested the wrong person! No, why are you in the Chamber of Secrets?"

Riddle's memories from 50 years ago can appear in the Chamber of Secrets. Does this mean that he knew the existence of the Chamber of Secrets but deliberately reported on Hagrid?

"Why am I in the secret room?" Riddle raised his toes and fiddled with the girl lying on the ground, turning her over.

Her face was cold and bloodless, and her originally shining silver hair had dried up and turned into lifeless gray-white.

Riddle stepped on her hair, and the fragile hair fell off in pieces from the roots, leaving her scalp exposed, like a broken doll.

The old diary with black cover was held stiffly in the hand as white as a dead person.

Ron and Harry's hearts seemed to be under a freezing spell - she - all their instincts told them that she was not petrified, but killed. This was not a face that belonged to a living person at all.

Harry put down Hermione like Ron and blocked her with his thin body. Ron took out his tattered wand. The tape was not wrapped properly. The wand was now no different from a branch broken in two. Harry tried to snatch it. His wand, but was easily repelled.

Riddle let out a harsh sneer.

Harry stared at the diary that should have been in the drawer of his dormitory. The diary was usually kept under the messy socks and was rarely used. After seeing Hagrid today, he thought of asking Riddle in the diary again, and the result was that I found that the diary was missing.

Harry took a step forward, his hands behind his back, and quietly gestured to Ron to find an opportunity to take Hermione away, "Why does the diary appear here? Tom, did you use it to kill Margulies?"

Harry was glad that he had attracted Riddle's full attention. Riddle's eyes were always staring at him with a faint greed.

"That was a very interesting process. Your friend will soon end up with the same fate." Riddle stumbled Ron, who was dragging Hermione back with a wave of his hand. "She won't live long, you nosy dirty mud." kind."

Ron immediately got up, pointed at Riddle and shouted with all his strength, "Expelliarmus!"

A red light came out from the middle of the broken wand, and a harsh explosion rang in his ears. The water on both sides trembled slightly, and the spell rebounded. Ron was blown away by his own failed spell, and the back of his head hit the stone pillar heavily.

Ron's vision went dark and he fainted, lying limply next to Hermione's increasingly cold body.

Eugenie silently pulled the professor's sleeve with her free hand, but there was nothing she could do. Snape was also stopped by Dumbledore.

They lay across the wall like a bunch of crabs in a trap.

"What did you do to them?" Harry clenched his fists and tried to deal with Riddle. He was very close, trying to find an opportunity to take back the wand. "How did you use a tattered diary to kill people?"

"It started with Ginny Weasley. I patiently answered her silly and childish worries, and soon charmed her into telling her all her innermost secrets. She believed that I was a considerate and close friend - one step Breathing life into this diary in one step restored my strength and told me all about your feats.”

"Ginny is fine now." Harry gritted his teeth and looked at Riddle's creepy smile.

Riddle studied the wand with interest, "Yes, this careless and stupid girl must have accidentally dropped the diary somewhere, but it doesn't matter. When I opened the diary again, I saw you. I have been eager for a long time." I really want to see you, do you know how happy I am when you show up in front of me? But you annoyingly keep me waiting until another stupid girl steals the diary from you."

"You said Margulies sneaked into Gryffindor Tower and stole the diary, that's impossible!"