Ravenclaw's Sapphire

Harry had a nightmare when he was sleeping: Tom Riddle—that is, Voldemort—killed many people after that, trampled on the bones of the dead and returned to the wizarding world, the dark age came again, everyone was in danger , The rebels retreated steadily, and his hyena-like subordinates gathered around him again.This is all because Harry and the others failed to deal with him in the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets. The students and professors were no match for the restored Voldemort, and died one by one.And his only nemesis, Dumbledore, was blocked from the school he devoted his life to because he was dismissed.

Voldemort's horrified laughter echoed in Harry's mind, imagining him sitting proudly in that chair in the headmaster's office, the portraits as ruined as any other decoration in the room.Immediately after Lucius' tense and arrogant face replaced Voldemort, Lucius slyly took out the roll of parchment like a fox, on which were signed the names of thirteen school trustees, "Congratulations, Headmaster, you have been Officially resigned." While Harry could only stand and watch, Dumbledore disappeared from his face with a bang, and he would no longer give anyone a blessing.The last thing that appeared in front of him was Zoe, who was lying in front of the Slytherin statue like a corpse. Harry's intuition warned him to let go of the "object" in his hand, and he couldn't help shaking, because he was keenly aware of the "object" The soul in the body is gone, and death is frightening. He felt that he was running a fever, his head was stuffy, and he kept playing some terrible images—finally, at the end of the dark road, he felt a cool breeze coming from his forehead. touch.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and Madam Pomfrey's kind face appeared in his eyes. Madam Pomfrey was very happy that he was awake. At that time, she was wiping his sweat for him, and Harry had been asleep for several hours.Harry's body was limp and he couldn't control it very well, but he could do it with a neck turn.

This is the infirmary, and this is not the first time Harry has been here. He had been here last year, although not as a patient.Lying on the soft bed, he noticed that Professor McGonagall was sitting sullenly on a high stool, squinting her eyes and dozing off. Harry always felt that her sleeping position was like an owl, because she hugged her arms. Arms, back straight.

"Honey, Minerva will be very happy. She has been guarding you, guilty of putting you in danger." Madam Pomfrey lowered her voice, and Harry understood that she didn't want to wake up Professor McGonagall, and it was obvious that McGonagall The professor stayed awake for a long time, and there were obvious signs of sleepiness on her face. "I suggested that she also go to bed. She was attacked by a powerful Forgetting Curse. Fortunately, the effect was almost completely blocked by the Armor Curse, except for a crack in the rib."

What about the rest?Harry wanted to ask, but when he opened his mouth, his throat was too dry and hoarse to make any sound.Madam Pomfrey helped him sit up halfway and brought him a glass of water. When he put down the glass, Professor McGonagall's body trembled, her head stopped when she was dozing, and then her eyes The always bright eyes slowly opened, she muttered blankly at first, and when the fog in her eyes dissipated, those pupils became sharp again.

"Potter," she said with relief, standing up and walking to Harry's bedside, "thank God! When Weasley and I rushed to the Chamber of Secrets, my heart almost stopped beating... It was a mess, with large pieces of rubble everywhere head, the statue of Slytherin was split in two, you and Siegel fell nearby, and were almost stoned to death..." She recalled the scene at that time, her brows were tightly frowned, and her words revealed worry, "Let's hurry up I helped you up, but you couldn't wake up no matter what, I used a spell to investigate and found that you had been cursed, so I quickly took Weasley and..." She said disgustedly, "Lockhart hurried back to the castle, Let Madam Pomfrey help you. You know, I'm not good at healing spells..."

Harry felt that this was the most talk he had heard from Professor McGonagall so far, and he was more or less honored, because Professor McGonagall is usually very strict, and you rarely get flustered when you see her. Looking at you with scrutiny, Harry was afraid of her.

"That liar! Is he all right?"

"Hmph." Professor McGonagall made a loud voice with his nose. "It's very lucky, but the head was smashed and bleeding a little... just lying on that bed, not waking up yet." She muttered Lockhart should be taught a good lesson, because of him almost lead to irreversible consequences.

"How about Siegel?" Harry felt his voice trembling, as long as he thought of Siegel, he would recall the dead eyes in the secret room, "She, she..."

"Unfortunately, Miss Siegel is also in a coma." Professor McGonagall's face became melancholy, "It's all my fault, if I can be more cautious, or not to tease that liar...how can I Put students at risk!"

"It's not your fault, Minerva, it's mine." Then came an old voice from the other side, "I called Gilderoy to the school because we desperately needed a teacher and none of us wanted to. Take this class." Dumbledore stood up from the chair near the door, and Harry was relieved to find that even though he hadn't seen him for several months, Dumbledore was still in good spirits, looking at him with bright blue eyes, haha Lee found that Dumbledore's expression was not relaxed, he was obviously thinking about something.

"Hello, Harry." He still greeted him gently. There were literally a thousand things Harry wanted to tell him, and he wrestled with the chaotic thoughts in his head, trying to sort them out.Harry finally remembered what he saw before he fainted, and shouted anxiously: "Professor, Voldemort... Voldemort, the diary..."

"Calm down, Harry." Professor McGonagall froze at the name, and she looked confused.But Dumbledore interrupted Harry leisurely as if he knew what he was going to say.

Harry told them that he saw 16-year-old Voldemort after entering the Chamber of Secrets, told them that Voldemort caused the death 50 years ago, and told them that Voldemort said that Padma Patil opened the Chamber of Secrets, but she was obviously Manipulated, Voldemort used her for his own purposes, absorbing their lives... Finally, he looked at Dumbledore: "Professor, I failed to defeat him, I was attacked from behind, I... I don't know What now, Tom Riddle is gone! He'll keep getting strong and hurting people!" His face was paler than paper.

"Tom Riddle... That's right, few people still remember that Voldemort's real name is actually called this. He was also a boy who was famous, smart, arbitrary, arrogant, and ruthless. I have a deep memory of him." Deng Bullido recalled, and stopped Harry before he could yell again.

"I know what you mean, Harry. But judging from the information I've received..." Dumbledore took out a tattered diary from his pocket, and Harry almost screamed—it was Riddle The diary - he noticed that there was a sharp object stuck in the diary, whether it was a bone or a tooth, and he even felt that the diary was "dead", and usually this word is not used to describe an object.

"He's dead. Someone killed him, with the teeth of a basilisk... Coincidentally a basilisk died in the Chamber, didn't it, Minerva?"

Professor McGonagall nodded, "The Basilisk's internal organs were shattered, and its eyes were blinded by the spell."

"What does this mean, Professor?" Harry stammered, when Madam Pomfrey's surprised voice sounded.

"Wake up, wake up, those students who were attacked, the medicine is very effective... Hey, little girl, you can't get up from the bed yet, lie back quickly, I will get you something to restore your energy... Poor little ones." Her footsteps disappeared on the other side.

"Potter, you continue to rest first..."

"I'm ready!" Harry cried, despite Professor McGonagall staring at him.

"Let Harry come too, Minerva. We also need some help from him." After listening to Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall pursed his lips reluctantly, looking very reluctant.Harry didn't dare touch her again, so he quickly got out of bed and followed behind the two professors.