Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"But...but...ugh...yue..."

Ron felt dizzy. He relied on his stamina from holding back slugs in the past to hold back the urge to vomit. He said in bewilderment:

"Sir...if you don't carry me down, I will jump down by myself..."

His tone and expression were weak and pitiful, with a hint of confusion and helplessness.

"Uh……"

Anriel was speechless and a little embarrassed for a moment. After laughing it off, he chose to skip the topic.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Anriel confirmed one thing.

Harry Potter did not follow.

It seems that my existence has indeed had some subtle influence on the savior's character -

Since last year, when Harry did not confront Voldemort for protecting the Philosopher's Stone, the gears of fate had already started turning unstoppably.

If this continues, the so-called "savior"...

Anriel stopped thinking and looked back at Ron:

"Okay little Ronnie, let's go."

Ron looked up at the light spot that had become very small - that was the hole of the pipe where they fell. He blinked, not knowing what he was thinking.

After hearing Anriel calling him, Ron moved his legs and followed.

Harry...didn't he follow...

Ron shook his head. His own sister was still deep in the Chamber of Secrets and his life or death was unknown. Only by following Andriel's footsteps could Ginny have a chance of survival!

The boy's eyes immediately became extremely determined, as if he was determined to join the party.

In his hand, he tightly grasped the wand that was on the verge of breaking and was barely repaired with magic tape.

Just as Ron was preparing his emotions, Anriel looked at him and suddenly said something that almost made Ron sprain his back:

"Don't be so nervous. I dragged you in here purely for symbolic purposes. Voldemort can't beat me, and you can't beat Voldemort either. Just be a mascot, dear."

The chicken-jelly feeling that had been brewing for a long time was gone.

Ron curled his lips as if he was hurt.

Anriel ignored him and walked forward.

The place where they are now is an extremely thick drainage pipe, which is conservatively estimated to have been abandoned for hundreds of years.

Moss and slippery unknown substances covered the entire wall of the pipe, making the environment here look extremely gloomy, and the air was filled with a rotten and damp smell.

Anriel was walking on flat ground in front, dodging and sliding, perfectly avoiding every puddle;

Ron followed behind, stumbling with each step, his trouser legs and robe collar covered in mud and filth, and he looked in a miserable state.

A few minutes later, just when Ron had gotten used to walking in this outrageous environment...

The wall of the tube suddenly opened up.

The ground also turned into a bluestone road.

......

Ron's young and fragile heart was deeply hurt for the second time today.

This is an empty room, or rather, an empty palace.

The four pillars supporting the ceiling in the corners are covered with lifelike snake reliefs. Every snake scale is clearly visible, as if they would twist their bodies and crawl down the pillars to attack invaders in the next second.

In the middle of this square hall, lay a ferocious giant snake.

“Aaaaa——!”

Ron made a sharp popping sound, which could verify that Ron was impure.

Anriel raised his hand and gave him a slap, pointing at the hollow and transparent belly of the "giant snake":

"What are you yelling about, silly boy? This is its shed skin."

Ron took a closer look and found that the "giant snake" had its eyes closed, and there was nothing under its scales. Its translucent abdomen allowed the dark green snake scales on its back to show through in the dim light.

“Ahahaha… yes… it’s snake skin…”

Ron's voice trembled and he laughed dryly twice.

This snake skin is so snake skin.

Under such dim light, who would believe you if you said it was leather?

Anriel made a "tsk" sound and pointed the tip of his wand in the direction of the snake's tail:

"See that door?"

"I see." Ron nodded hurriedly.

"You know what I'm going to do."

...!

Ron's hair stood on end and he hurriedly ran in the opposite direction, hiding behind a huge snake pillar without hesitation.

This time, instead of sticking his head out to look, Ron simply shrank behind the stone pillar like a mushroom.

I can't afford to offend you, I really can't afford to offend you. Being hit by the rubble is definitely an unexpected disaster.

Anriel raised his wand with satisfaction:

"Цapь6om6a!"

A set of mysterious tongue-clicking sounds came out of Anriel's mouth, and it seemed as if a giant white bear's roar was heard in the air.

This thing is a bit too big for the wizarding world.

Ron covered his ears tightly, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He felt like he was already deaf.

The iron gate in front of Anriel... No, the entire wall in front of Anriel disappeared.

This is when Anriel intentionally controls the output of magic power.

Otherwise, they would just cover it with fire.

The basilisk must die, and Hogwarts must die with it.

This isn't a very good deal...

Anriel swung his wand, and the smoke at the tip of the wand dissipated.

"Let's go, little Ronnie."

Anriel stepped aside the rubble and walked into the hole.

There's a sewer on that side of the wall.

No kidding, it really is a sewer——

There was a bluestone road with sewage ditches on both sides. Several dirty white water pipes protruded from the side walls, some of which were obviously still in use, with water gurgling downwards.

The only thing that distinguishes this place from the sewer is the statue of an old man standing at the end of the cobblestone road.

He is bald, has wrinkled facial features, and looks like a water monkey.

This old man is Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin.

She's really ugly...

Anriel looked away, it was too irritating to look at it again.

This large statue of Slytherin is not wearing shoes, and has two bare feet.

Ginny's tiny body was lying just forward between those two legs.

His face was pale and lifeless, like a torn rag doll.

"Ginny!"

Ron, who was behind Anriel, cried out hoarsely and fell on his hands and knees towards his sister.

Ron shook her shoulders and called her name.

Anriel glanced calmly at the causality wand that Ron had thrown on the ground.

Very good, everything is going according to plan.

Anriel had already seen the tattered old diary.

Then, in the blind spot that Anriel couldn't see, a translucent figure flashed and disappeared as if it had never appeared.

It seemed to be well aware of Anriel's vigilance, so in all its actions as it slowly approached, there was no option of "watching from behind".

This is Tom Riddle's memory, and also a fragment of Voldemort's soul.

It is like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, ready to pounce on any living creature in front of it.