The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Don't you know yet? Ivy has a lowly magical creature bloodline, which is very useful for ignorant boys." Riddle contemptuously removed his foot from her hair, as if there was something dirty on the sole of the shoe. He rubbed it against the slate.

He didn't mind telling Harry slowly that the longer time passed, the more power he could acquire. The mudblood was not directly controlled by the diary, so it became very troublesome to absorb life. Fortunately, he had acquired a lot of power now and could speed up the process. process.

Harry had no choice. He wanted to snatch the wand while Riddle was letting his guard down, just like catching the Golden Snitch requires timing.

Riddle spoke softly, his voice coming dangerously out of his throat like a snake, "She overheard the mysterious diary in your mouth while pretending to sleep. She thought it was an opportunity worth exploring, so she decided to use a small amount of time during the day to not be monitored. She spent nearly a month getting the password to the Gryffindor common room and the location of your dormitory from passing admirers. Oh, I also accidentally learned from her that you are also a Parseltongue, What a wonderful coincidence.”

"Then you deceived her, just like you did when you deceived Ginny!" It was difficult for Harry to keep calm, and his anger kept rising. "The diary was still here with me more than a week ago. How could you do it in such a short period of time?" Kill her? You need to win her trust first, right?"

"Oh, that's it, Harry," Riddle took a step towards him, his fingertips almost touching the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, "You haven't understood yet, a person full of hatred in her heart, she I really hope that I can use the basilisk to help her remove obstacles. I can control her without any effort at all. I can easily control her mind and let her give her soul to me completely-including all her life."

She was seeking her own death and the diary didn't find her. She pretended to drink sleeping pills and ran away to steal the diary.

Harry ducked uncomfortably, "Who does Margulies hate?"

"People who are prettier than her, and all those who have better grades than her. Help her kill Hermione Granger. She will be happy that her life has been used in the right place. I know you will Came to save my friend."

I just didn't expect it to come so soon.

Harry was so angry that he couldn't speak. He tried to remind himself to look carefully for the opportunity to seize the wand.

Riddle said casually, "Model students are always liked by their classmates and given preferential treatment by their teachers. I know this very well and know how to take advantage of it. Only Dumbledore seems to always have doubts about me. He is never like other teachers." Love me that way.”

Harry was so angry that his head was on fire, "Dumbledore has seen through your conspiracy."

"Yes, especially after I blamed Hagrid." Riddle stretched his fingers and looked at his increasingly solid body with satisfaction, the foggy feeling gradually dissipating.

The life-stealing of Ginny was unexpectedly interrupted. The girl with Veela blood was weak. I don’t know how she got that way, but it didn’t matter. With a few more extracts, he would be able to fully regain his physical form and be resurrected as he was 50 years ago. , once again let fear rule the entire wizarding world.

Harry saw the right time and swooped forward to grab the wand, but after holding it, he experienced despair again.

Riddle's eyes became greedy as he looked at Harry. He withdrew the wand from Harry's hand and continued to show him how he cleverly used his status as a good student whose parents were dead but worked hard to slander Hagrid.

And where did his current name, "Voldemort" come from, and why Harry was able to escape from his future self.

Harry hated what Riddle emphasized about the commonalities, that they were both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles, and Parseltongues.

It was as if the two of them were highly similar and related by blood.

No, they are completely different.

Unable to grab the wand, Harry decided to take a gamble. He picked up Ron's wand, wrapped the tape around it again, and pointed it at Riddle using the posture learned in the dueling club.

Riddle laughed loudly, and the laughter spread and overlapped in the empty secret room, "Harry Potter, you are going to use this kind of garbage that can explode at any time to challenge someone who no one dares to name directly. Great wizard, I will mercifully send you to meet your mudblood mother in another world soon. What a touching reunion!"

"My mother is an excellent wizard." Harry trembled, not because of fear but because he was extremely angry. He retorted, "And Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world. He has seen through you a long time ago. You are here." In front of him, he will always be able to run away, and just like last year, he will turn back into a pile of rags that can only survive and hide everywhere."

Harry added, "I can see clearly that your escape looks worse than a rat in the sewer. You only dare to hide in the pipe now because you know that with Professor Dumbledore here, you will never succeed." .”

Riddle's smile twisted in a ferocious way, and it was only when Dumbledore was mentioned that he completely lost his composure, "Let me teach you a little lesson in advance, Harry."

Riddle turned to face the huge statue of Salazar Slytherin, and was about to reach forward to summon the basilisk, when the sound of ethereal music floated from nowhere.

Harry's heart was beating excitedly and powerfully, and his blood was flowing rapidly throughout his body. It was the same music he heard in the corridor on Halloween.

Dumbledore finally took action. He quietly summoned his phoenix from the other corner of the secret room and let it grab the sorting hat in the principal's room.

The hat fell at Harry's feet and the phoenix hovered above him.

Harry picked up the hat and looked at the face-like folds on the hat.

"A beautiful singing bird and a broken hat, plus a broken wand, Harry Potter, now there are three things that can embolden you." Riddle's twisted laughter did not last long, Dumbledore's Phoenix It made him feel vaguely uneasy.

Even though the broken bird was just hovering and singing uselessly above the stone pillar, he still wanted to make a quick move, kill Harry, drain enough life and leave as quickly as possible before Dumbledore arrived to disrupt the situation.

Dumbledore stopped the man behind him who wanted to raise his wand several times and watched what happened.

The statue rumbled and shook, the pool water on both sides of the stone pillars trembled, and there was the sound of scales grinding against each other and the sound of sliding. Harry put the hat on his head and closed his eyes tightly to avoid it by feeling.

Snape was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He had already blinded his snake eyes. What was he doing?

Eugenie knew that Dumbledore would protect Harry depending on the situation, but she was more worried about Ron and Hermione lying on the ground. The giant snake swam past them, and its tail almost hit their heads when it changed direction.