Wizard and Siren

Tom endured a severe headache and thought about the situation at hand, but the lack of oxygen and physical exhaustion actually made him feel a deeply disturbing tiredness.

"And decades before I met you, there was an unlucky student who accidentally fell in when the Prisoning Curse was at its weakest. So, I learned your words."

Isa had a brass-colored trident in her hand, and the tip was right on Tom's neck.

"I seduced Salazar, and he didn't kill me. He thought that as long as the spell was on, I would never see the light of day again. Unfortunately, he was wrong. Tom, eat you, I can grow legs, on land Walk freely. At that time, I will definitely cherish all the hard-won things!"

She clings to his body like a lingering lover.Her hand gently stroked his face, "Your hair, bones, dentin and flesh, I will eat slowly and nothing left."

"Isa, it's not over...it's not over..." He made a weak voice, barely moving his lips.

She sneered, "Don't be silly, Tom, you don't have a wand in your hand."

"You are wrong. Magic is an instinct of wizards." He raised his head, looked straight into those blue eyes, and suddenly shouted, "Daggers fly!"

Before Isa had time to exclaim, there was the sound of flesh and blood being pierced.The poisonous dagger passed through her chest and into Tom's shoulder, nailing them both to the stone.

He gasped in pain, and Isabella was clearly worse.

He caught a glimpse of Isha's blood trickling down the blade of the dagger, into his wound, and merging with him.

"Look, neither of us won." She was starting to lose her mind.

No, this is not his end.Tom took out something with metallic luster from his coat pocket with his remaining free hand, and said to her, "Look at this, Isa, open your eyes."

She raised her eyelids, but didn't answer.That's the locket from Borgin Bock's.

"This is Slytherin's locket. I borrowed it from Mr. Burke," Tom went on. "What do you think I found when I opened it?"

"It's a spell. Isabella, Salazar Slytherin left a spell in it."

"Let's make a bold assumption. Maybe 1000 years ago, Salazar didn't want to lock you up here. When he left Hogwarts, it was too late to take you away for some reason; I have never been able to find a chance to take you away."

"And then he got old and died, and couldn't lift his wand anymore. But he still thinks of you."

"He hid the spell that liberates you in his locket, hoping that one day, his successor can read it for him."

"If my assumption is true, Isha, then no one ever wanted to abandon you. Your story, your freedom, should have started long ago. You can't resent his abandonment."

For a while, all he could hear was his own heartbeat fading away, and Isabella was slow to respond.

Just when Tom thought her words had no effect, she suddenly let out a thin sigh like a veil.That sigh swept over with incomparably thick sorrow, making any ruthless person feel a huge tremor.

A few drops of clear liquid gathered at the corners of her closed eyes and dripped onto Tom's chapped lips.He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it, it was a sweet and bitter taste.

Before he fell into a coma, his intuition told him that he would not die.