Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

PS: Some book reviews say that the pace of my book is too fast and it will be finished soon. What I want to say is that no one stipulates that fan fiction must only expand the plot of the original work. There will also be a long plot after the Deathly Hallows in my book, so please rest assured.

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Anriel looked at Ron.

He remembered what Ron had said when he had just landed.

It turned out that he was indeed willing to risk his own death in order to rush into the Chamber of Secrets and rescue Ginny.

This is great family affection, the magic of love.

Anriel withdrew his gaze and continued to look at this huge sewer...or it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a huge cell.

He was searching, he wanted to know where Riddle could be hiding?

In the damp and slimy walls of the entire secret room?

In a gurgling cesspool?

Every inch and every corner of the Chamber of Secrets reveals Slytherin's terrible taste:

Who in their right mind would build a lounge at the bottom of a lake?

He himself is still a dying old man...

It was a mystery why Slytherin didn't have rheumatism... no, maybe he did.

Just as Anriel was thinking this, suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by -

A dark shadow flashed across the floor beside Anriel and swept away Ron's wand.

The young Voldemort appeared.

He held the almost broken wand tightly in his hand, a sneer crossed his translucent handsome face.

Of course, there were more looks of disgust towards this magic wand.

There is still a trace of tension.

And fear, an emotion that Voldemort believed was completely useless and only appeared in the weak, would never appear on his face.

At least that's what he thought.

The sneer was because Anriel underestimated the enemy;

I dislike it because this wand is so bad, it can't even be called a wand -

It was just a thin wooden stick that had been repaired several times and could be upgraded from "worn" to "broken";

He was nervous because he had learned from Ginny that he was facing the most powerful 14-year-old boy in the history of Hogwarts, perhaps in the entire wizarding world.

His magical power is not inferior to, or even greater than... Albus Dumbledore.

Riddle pointed his wand at Anriel, and a low, gloomy hissing sound kept coming out of his mouth, but it also sounded like a roar, like a roar...

He's summoning the basilisk!

Even though he couldn't understand Parseltongue, Ron's mind was unusually sharp at this moment.

After all, this concerns his closest relative, his sister.

He immediately shouted out this discovery and informed Anriel.

Obviously, Riddle, who had sensed the crisis, didn't intend to waste any more time...

It would have been okay to face Harry Potter alone. After all, he was just a twelve-year-old loser who could only survive because others stood in front of him and died for him.

But facing Anriel, he didn't dare to be careless.

If you continue to talk nonsense at this time, you will be looking for death - all the gentlemanly manners and elegance, go away.

Riddle was facing a formidable enemy, but Anriel was much more relaxed.

It's more like taking it too easy:

Anriel raised his wand unhurriedly with droopy eyelids and a bored look on his face.

But it was not pointed at Riddle, but directly at the ground.

Riddle's eyes widened and bloodshot.

I saw a chicken head poking out from the floor tiles.

To Ron's astonished eyes and Riddle's horrified eyes, it made a sound that could be described as deafening.

"Ooooooh-oooo-ooh!"

Several pieces of rubble were shaken down from the ceiling, showing how loud the sound was, and it even hurt Anriel's eardrums.

Riddle's face was twisted with anger -

Of course, it could also be because of the emotion he had been avoiding...the fear he had never dared to admit.

As he stared with bloodshot eyes, the basilisk's huge body fell from the statue's mouth and landed on the ground with a terrifying noise.

Riddle turned around suddenly, raised the wand he had put down subconsciously just now, and pointed it directly at Anriel.

Anriel looked at him innocently.

Riddle knew that he was doomed today, but if he had to do something before he died...

......

"Avada Kedavra!"

"The diary is flying."

The first sentence was obviously shouted by Riddle.

The latter sentence was read out by Anriel without any nervousness.

His target was the diary, and even though it was still a Horcrux, it was powerless to escape Anriel's orders.

Riddle's choice is easier to explain.

He is fulfilling his final mission as a Horcrux -

Before death, clear as many obstacles as possible for the original body.

Anriel's power is so terrifying, his existence will definitely have an unparalleled impact on the resurrection of the original body!

The various games just now made him realize how difficult this young man was to deal with, and that his talent was comparable to that of himself back then.

He no longer had any other choice.

Therefore, after seeing that Anriel did not make any dodging or counterattacking movements, Riddle could not hide the wild laughter on his face.

Kill him! Kill this guy!

Riddle was so angry that the green light gushed out with incredible intensity and speed!

……certainly.

From the end of the wand.

Anriel slowly stretched out his hand and caught the flying diary.

Dark and sticky "blood" like ink seeped out from every page of the diary.

Avada Kedavra does not cause any harm to the Horcrux itself.

Unfortunately, the body of this Horcrux is a diary.

It is not strong in itself and is not "blood-proof".

It wasn't even water proof as the soul fragments inside fell into the abyss of death.

It was like a silent and invisible breeze blowing by.

Riddle's young, illusory figure, starting with that distorted handsome face, slowly dissipated into particles of light.

To put it in simple terms.

He committed suicide.