Chapter 129 Ritual and the 4th Attack

Chapter 129 Ritual and the 4th Attack

It is not easy to collect the materials needed for Qilidel.

The main reason is that there are many things inside that are very valuable and cannot be easily obtained by Harry.

Fortunately, Harry's parents left him a considerable inheritance.

'Slug & Giggs' Pharmacy' in Diagon Alley also has a business connected with Gringotts. With an authorized signature, the goblins can withdraw money from the private vault and pay on their behalf.

After paying nearly 100 Galleons, one morning in February, an owl finally flew to Hogwarts.

It flew straight into the corridor and smashed a package onto Harry's head.

"what--"

Harry cried out in pain.

Ron beside him helped him up and said:

"Maybe you should complain to it so that the Owl Post Office won't give it dinner. But then again, what did it give you?"

Harry hugged the package tightly, shook his head and said:

"Nothing, just some gadgets."

After saying that, he hurried towards the auditorium.

Ron looked confused, while Hermione frowned and said:

"Have you ever felt that Harry is getting weirder and weirder!"

"Yes, he is unwilling to play wizard chess with me recently." Ron said seriously, "This is his favorite game besides Quidditch!"

Hermione glared at him and said:

"Are you stupid? I mean in other ways!"

"What are the other aspects? You can tell me in detail."

Hermione was speechless, leaving Ron behind and rushed directly into the auditorium.

Then, she was stunned.

I saw that the four walls of the auditorium were covered with big and dazzling pink flowers.

In addition, there are many heart-shaped confetti constantly falling from the light blue ceiling.

"How is this going?"

Hermione asked with a frown as she sat next to Harry.

Harry said nothing, but pointed to the staff seat with a look of disgust.

There, Lockhart was waving his hand for silence.

He was wearing a bright pink robe that matched those decorations today. The teachers sitting opposite him all had serious faces. Hermione could see from where she sat that a muscle on Professor McGonagall's cheek protruded. stand up.

Snape looked as if someone had just poured him a tall glass of hard liquor.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart said loudly. "So far, 46 people have sent me greeting cards. I would like to express my gratitude to them! Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this small day for everyone. Little surprise!”

Lockhart clapped his hands and strode in through the doors leading into the hall a dozen sullen-faced dwarfs.And they are different from ordinary dwarves, Lockhart made them all have golden wings and carry harps on their backs.

"My friendly little cupids with cards!" said Lockhart beaming. "They're going to be wandering around the school today delivering Valentine's Day cards to you! The fun doesn't stop there! I'm sure my colleagues You're all welcome to join in! Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a love potion! If you're interested, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in enchanting magic than any wizard I've ever met. A cunning old dog!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands.

Judging from Snape's expression, it seemed that if anyone asked him for advice on how to make a love potion, they would be forced to pour poison.

Harry's face turned red.

He felt that there would definitely be trouble for him today.

Lockhart would definitely try his best to get him involved in an event like this.

And it turned out that his hunch was quite correct.

Because the lunch break had just ended when a dwarf came to him.

"I have a musical message to deliver personally to Harry Potter."

Harry didn't say a word and just ran away.

But it's too late.

The dwarf plucked his harp and chanted:

"This is your Valentine's Day gift with a song: His eyes are as green as freshly pickled toads, and he is as black and handsome as a blackboard. I hope he is mine. He is really handsome and can conquer the Dark Lord. warrior……"

Along with the dwarf's chanting, the auditorium burst into laughter.

The Slytherins laughed so loudly that Draco fell to the ground laughing, holding his stomach.

Even the Gryffindors couldn't help but laugh.

Harry's face was turning red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

He rushed out of the crowd regardless, held his schoolbag and ran directly outside the castle.

Ron and Hermione quickly followed.

However, when they chased out of the castle, Harry was no longer in sight.

"He must have used an invisibility cloak!" Hermione said anxiously, "We should report to Professor McGonagall immediately. This is too dangerous!"

Ron waved his hand and said:

"To be honest, if I was the one who made a fool of myself in public just now, I probably wouldn't want to live! So Hermione, let's just leave Harry alone. If he doesn't come back by night, I'll report it to the professor. "

Hermione subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Ron said first:

"What's the point of finding Harry if you report it to the professor now? It will only make him embarrassed again! He will hate you to death!"

As soon as this was said, Hermione finally gave in and was dragged back to Hogwarts Castle by Ron.

However, not long after they retreated, Draco came out of the hall again.

He did not give up like Ron and Hermione, but searched carefully on the snow.

Finally, a long series of not obvious footprints came into view.

Judging from the direction, it seems to lead to the Forbidden Forest.

Draco looked back at Hogwarts Castle behind him.

He had a hunch that Harry must be up to something.

Maybe Harry is going to open the Chamber of Secrets!

Although his father asked him to stay out of the public eye, John gave him a stern warning not to get involved.

But he was still a little unwilling.

Moreover, if I just followed quietly to take a look, it shouldn't be anything big, right?

With this thought in mind, Draco followed the footprints and ran toward the Forbidden Forest.

……

In the forbidden forest.

Harry had already melted large areas of ice and snow with blazing flames, and began to use various materials to carve ritual circles on the ground.

This whole process was extremely cumbersome, but Harry was extremely focused.

Recently, his life at Hogwarts could be described as a passing year.

The misunderstandings from his friends, the hatred and grooming from other college students all gave him the urge to go crazy.

And the message with music just now became the last straw for him.

Now, he no longer thinks about anything else.

I just want to fulfill Riddle’s last wish and complete the ceremony!

Finally, the last rune carving was completed.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, placed the diary in the center of the circle, and followed Riddle's previous instructions, biting his finger and letting blood drip on the page.

As the blood was absorbed, a dazzling layer of blood appeared on the diary.

A young and handsome boy wearing Slytherin slowly floated out of the diary and smiled softly at Harry.

"Finally meeting a real person, Harry."

He whispered, joy in his voice.

Hearing this, Harry couldn't bear it any longer.

He choked up and said:

"Riddle, you... have a good journey... I will always remember you!"

He really liked Riddle.

This senior from 50 years ago not only taught him the magic spell skills, but also enlightened and comforted him.

This helped him a lot.

And just as Harry was reminiscing about the days he spent with Riddle, Riddle's smile turned ferocious in an instant.

Hareton felt bad, but it was too late.

Riddle penetrated directly into Harry's body, and Harry screamed and fell to the ground as if he had been burned by a hot iron.

Following a violent struggle and twitching, the screams finally stopped.

Harry stood up again.

But on the corner of his mouth, there was a sinister smile that was very similar to Riddle's before.

"Finally...finally came in...I sincerely thank you, Harry. If you hadn't voluntarily sacrificed your life for me, I would never have been able to break through the ancient blood magic in you."

Harry, or rather Riddle, stretched out his hand to press the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, "But I really didn't expect that there is another me inside you. This is really... an unexpected surprise!"

As he spoke, Riddle licked his lips as if he had just tasted something exquisite.

Behind a small slope not far away, Draco, who had witnessed all this with his own eyes, had covered his mouth, forcing himself not to make a single sound.

Everything in front of him was beyond his comprehension.

But he was convinced that he must have discovered important information!

After taking several deep breaths in a row, Draco finally calmed down a little.

He slowly backed away, preparing to return to Hogwarts.

Draco believed that as long as he could take what happened here and tell John or Professor Snape, all problems would be solved!

Thinking of this, Draco was still a little excited!

However, at the next moment, Draco heard an unexpected voice.

"Hey, you! Draco Malfoy!"

Draco was startled by the sound. He hurriedly looked around and saw a dwarf with a particularly gloomy face walking towards him.

"Damn it! Why did you come to a place like this? Do you know how hard it was for me to find you? Well, stop talking nonsense, I also have a message with music to convey to you personally!"

After saying this, the dwarf plucked the harp angrily.

Draco was stunned.

What is he!

How much did Lockhart pay you?So dedicated!

But now is obviously not the time to lament whether the dwarf is dedicated or not.

You must know that Pote, who has just completed the ceremony, is standing not far away.

This little dwarf has made such a big noise, will Napote notice...

Draco's thoughts stopped abruptly.

Because through the smooth mirror on the harp handle, he had already seen a golden snake eye.

"boom--"

The huge basilisk sprang out from the forest, swallowed the dwarf in one mouthful, then turned around and opened its bloody mouth towards Draco.

Just then, a strange hissing sound sounded.

"Stop, Basilisk!" Riddle said in Parseltongue, "I still need time to completely suppress Harry Potter's soul. If you kill the students directly like this, you will attract the Aurors."

The basilisk retreated, squatting beside Riddle and hissing the letter, as if inquiring.

When Riddle heard this, he responded with a ferocious smile:

"Just throw him at the door of Hogwarts."