[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were carried into the secret room by the basilisk. They were falling rapidly, and as the distance gradually widened, their sense of direction was slowly disappearing.

It was too dark around, Harry couldn't see anything, and all he could do was hold on to his two best friends. The three of them held each other tightly, with a pre-apocalyptic panic. We share weal and woe with each other.

Maybe this is friends, people can feel that there is still a little strength to support themselves even when they are facing the desperate situation of dying, with friends around them.Harry tried to open his eyes wide, the silence in the profound darkness, he didn't know where the basilisk would take them, but he knew that the end of the journey might be the secret room, but it was more likely to be death, and the adults left on it Facing the mighty Tom Riddle, they may not have time to rush to the deep and dark underground for rescue, if they really can't...

So what should I do?what can i doHarry was confused and dazed.He thought of the name of his savior, and felt extremely ironic at this moment. Others said that he was Voldemort's old enemy, but he was so weak in front of him. Voldemort didn't even deal with him frequently, and had already forced him into into such a situation.

Perhaps this is the price he has to bear for being burdened by fame. Although the beginning of everything is not decided by him, nor is he chosen, but when all these are imposed on him by people, he is destined to bear these continuing burdens. Forward.If Harry realized something in his heart, he felt both sad and relieved at this moment.For an 11-year-old child, it seems too difficult to understand the meaning and weight of responsibility, but Harry has vaguely had his own understanding of everything he has experienced at this time.

What should he do when fate puts him in such a situation?What can he do?What does he want to do?Harry was bewildered.But in the process of falling, he held the hands of his friends, and the trembling of fear and the temperature of life continued to pass to him, allowing him to gradually have his own answer.

He wanted to protect his friends, they were innocent and shouldn't be dragged into this situation, deep underground in Hogwarts, disappearing from everyone's eyes forever.

What can be done to protect them.Gritting his teeth, Harry frantically turned his mind, thinking hard.When he was puzzled by it, they suddenly felt a little light coming from above their heads.

They scrambled to look up, and saw the beautiful golden-red phoenix rushing straight towards them. When the golden-red feathers all over its body turned and turned, it looked like a beautiful dancing flame.It is also like a torch, which suddenly lights up in the dark night, bringing them strength and hope.

"Professor Dumbledore's Phoenix!" Harry yelled hoarsely. "Headmaster Dumbledore's around - and he's coming too! We'll be all right, Ron, Hermione! We'll get out!"

Unfortunately, the basilisk doesn't seem to think so.It was annoyed by the encroachment of the territory by magical creatures of the same level. With a blunt sound, it rolled them and fell to the ground. Soon, its upper body flew into the air, and blood flowed from its two blinded brass eyes. The phoenix was brave. The ground met it, and flew around the basilisk, and the two beasts fought fiercely near high altitude.

Without the command of Tom Riddle who was still on the ground, the basilisk was no longer as quiet as before, revealing unimaginable cruelty to others.It is not a mechanical creation. It has probably survived for thousands of years in Hogwarts. Salazar Slytherin built the Chamber of Secrets and put him here... As a creature, how did it survive these thousands of years? ?Can mice be found in such a deep place?Harry didn't dare to think about it.

But they all had to nervously admit that in the fight between the two magical creatures, the phoenix was temporarily at a disadvantage.Compared with the basilisk, which has been focusing on improving its combat literacy and terror combat ability since its evolution, the phoenix can be resurrected from the dead, and has many special abilities. It is not a magical creature that is good at attacking. From the perspective of frontal confrontation , if it wasn't for the fact that both eyes of the basilisk were already blind, perhaps it would have been even more difficult.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched anxiously, trying to wave their wands, cast spells, and join the battle.It's a pity that the spells they mastered were too basic, basically unable to cause substantial damage to the basilisk, but when the phoenix came back after flying away once, it honked at them clearly, clearly recognizing their kindness and courage.

It didn't know where it got the broken hat of the sorting ceremony, and threw it in front of them, making them all startled.Quickly pick up the sorting hat.Although they can't use it anymore, it has been working in Hogwarts for thousands of years, and it is much more suitable to stay in this school than them due to its qualifications.

"Sorry, sir." Harry tried to talk to the mind in the Sorting Hat, "After this end, if we are still alive, I will send you back to the headmaster's office. If we have become half dead, or simply... then only I can wrong you to wait here for a while, and when the time comes to search and rescue us, they will definitely take you away together."

Thinking of what happened in the near future, Harry grinned bitterly, wondering if he still had the strength to comfort others.Ron and Hermione were still fighting, trying to seriously wound the basilisk with every spell they knew.The advancement of this goal was extremely difficult, and Harry came back to his senses, and he picked up his wand and was about to join them.

The wide brim of the Sorting Hat suddenly opened, and it said kindly: "As an old Sorting Hat, I will not be bored by my duties. When I am in a daze, I am thinking about the opening speech for next year. Thank you for your willingness to protect my safety, Harry Potter, a kind child always deserves help, and I am willing to provide you with the help I can in return. Then, child, answer me, why do you want to fight ?”

"Is this the time to say that?" Harry asked in surprise.But the Sorting Hat was pressing so tightly that he couldn't control that much anymore, and said without thinking, "For the sake of protection, for the safety of everyone else—is that okay? Where can I get help—"

"Of course, it's a great idea and a good answer." The Sorting Hat said happily, "Godric will definitely like you very much. He used to be my master, and I know him a lot... Then, take the Sword of Gryffindor, fight for the bravery within you, Harry Potter."

Harry didn't immediately understand what it was talking about, but under its urging, he still put his hand into the brim of the Sorting Hat with a weird expression—then he touched another soft cloth besides the soft cloth. thing.

It is the hilt.

Harry himself was surprised when he pulled a gleaming silver sword that was obviously expensive at first glance from the tattered Sorting Hat.But time did not allow him to think so much. When he saw the basilisk opening its mouth wide and biting Phoenix Fox, Harry, in desperation, stabbed the sword into the mouth of the giant snake without even thinking about it. .

The basilisk's venom and blood sprayed on the sword together. The pain made the basilisk's movements become more unstable. Its body swung wildly. Harry and the others could only step back step by step to avoid being swept by it. Draw it into the wall.

Harry's hand was so numb from the shock that he almost dropped the sword in pain.But he persisted until the end, pulled out Gryffindor's sword, and retreated to the corner with his friends, avoiding the crazy destruction of the basilisk.

"Where's the sword, Harry?" asked Ron in surprise, staring at the gleaming sword in his hand.

"I don't know, the Sorting Hat gave it to me..." Harry had just finished speaking, when he suddenly saw the basilisk aiming at them again while flipping around, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Stop it!" Harry yelled, "pull its head out of the way a little—"

Ron and Hermione understood, and they seized the moment to turn the basilisk's attention in another direction.Harry took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, took a deep breath, and rose high—

A sword cut off the basilisk's head.

When it was dragged by Fox with its tail feathers and flew back to the ground, the battle on the ground was also coming to an end.When he found that his body as a Horcrux was being held by someone, the mood of this piece of Voldemort, which had always been calm and composed, became extremely unstable, and its movements became more and more frantic.

If he had his subordinates by his side, they would definitely be affected or even killed by his endless killing moves.Undoubtedly, he never believed that the lives of others had even a shred of human rights worthy of respect.

"Using fear as a means to increase strength, when you feel fear yourself, your strength will naturally drop significantly." Dumbledore said calmly, "You failed again, Tom Riddle, no one will think of you again , you will only become a piece of past history in the future, nothing special."

"Just rely on you people? Just rely on these people who want to suppress their ambitions for their ability?" Coronet Tom Riddle sneered disdainfully, "Why do people live in such a hypocrisy? Release your nature and liberate yourself. The most authentic heart of the individual."

"But because of responsibility and determination, people restrain their worries, fears, and greed, and embark on the journey as a guardian. This is the charm of people." Dumbledore shook his head, looked at the entrance of the secret room behind Tom Riddle, smile.

"It seems that our hero is back." He said happily, and the next second, Harry, holding the sword in his hand, together with Ron and Hermione, grabbed Fox and flew out of it.

Although they looked a little embarrassed, everyone was safe and sound.Everyone present except Tom Riddle showed joyful expressions. Eli straightened his face and took out something from his arms.

"That man asked me to destroy the Horcrux with this weapon." He said, "And he asked me to say a word to you for him. This is a declaration that a warrior ten years ago should have conveyed to you—— He would rather die in order for you to die in the most mortal way. Voldemort, your failure and death is an irreversible trend-this is what countless of us have used in the past ten years. The fate rewritten by blood and life, decades of unremitting perseverance, has finally won the favor of fate, and the balance of victory is already tilting toward us."

He stabbed the black dagger hard into the crown, and Voldemort's fragments melted into a black smoke with a scream.

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