289 The blue phoenix, the dim beast, the comatose hermetic

289 The blue phoenix, the dim beast, the comatose hermetic

Karan looked like a man who was about to die of thirst, drinking the remaining poison in the stone basin, but the fire in his belly was never extinguished, and instead burned more intensely.

He finally knew how strong Dumbledore's willpower was. When Harry fed him the poison, Dumbledore obediently continued to drink it, as if it was an antidote and water.

But in fact it was not like this at all. Karan felt that what he drank was like hot fire. Not only did he not feel thirsty at all, but his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

But he always held on to the edge of the stone basin tightly, and continued to drink with his head down, half of his body fell into the stone basin.

Voldemort held the empty goblet in his hand. He stood on the edge of the stone basin and watched this scene silently, without stopping or doubting.

The Imperius Curse was not affected in the slightest, and he could still control Karan through commands.

The reason for Karan's behavior was very simple. It was just because of his own survival instinct that he couldn't help but fall into the stone basin and drink the potion that would only make him die faster.

Voldemort looked at the gradually shallowing stone basin and showed a sarcastic smile.

"Stupid Mudblood," he said.

"You, and they, will all pay the price."

the other side.

Gaspard controlled the broomstick and flew carefully, which was not easy in the dark passage. He had to be very alert to avoid encountering a huge basilisk suddenly at the next corner.

Steve still closed his eyes tightly. The suitcase had been thrown away where he found the basilisk shedding its skin, but it suddenly became bulging inside his witch robe, as if he had carried something extra.

Suddenly, his closed eyes strengthened his hearing ability, and Steve quickly called out to Gaspard.

"There's a sound," he whispered.

Gaspard concentrated on distinguishing it carefully, and he tentatively flew forward for a short distance.

It didn't take long for them to hear a strange clicking sound at the same time, which kept coming in the darkness in the distance, one after another.

Steve's face suddenly turned pale.

"This voice is somewhat familiar to me..."

His voice became even quieter, barely audible for Gaspard to hear, and he had to lean back slightly.

"I have heard this sound from the birds and snakes in my house. It is a sound that is only made when they are shedding their skins."

Gaspard frowned tightly and resisted the urge to let his glasses shine.

"One?" he asked.

"No," Steve shook his head slightly, regardless of whether Gespard's eyes were on him.

"From the sounds of it, it sounds like it's a whole bunch at least."

Gaspard didn't say anything. He just used his fingers to steady the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then flew more carefully in the direction of the sound.

"We're not in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, are we?" On the way, perhaps to relieve the tense atmosphere and inner uneasiness, or just to say something more before dying, Steve closed his eyes. He asked in a low voice: "Don't you think this fits the characteristics of a secret room? It's hidden enough, and there are scary monsters."

"Especially for dangerous dark creatures like basilisks, not everyone dares to raise them. Unless the breeder has a Parseltongue and can control them, he may die in their hands. All it takes is one look. .”

"It's not just that." Gespard whispered back: "Karan may be in more danger than just these basilisks. Don't forget, there is something else written on the wall of the prize room."

"You mean...the heir of Slytherin?" Steve asked in fear.

Gaspard nodded silently. He even forgot that Steve didn't open his eyes and he was just doing useless work.

"And it is very possible that this heir is the reason why Karan does not dare to resist. But at least it will not be just a professor-level figure, not even Professor Fabian, whom he has always suspected. This does not cause him to even I dare not take any risks."

"Judging from the information he conveyed, Karan was a little too cautious. He even emphatically told us not to come down and just stay at the entrance of the cave."

"That's because he really underestimates us." Steve muttered in a low voice: "Think we will give up and refuse to save you?"

"But what if it's not?" Gaspard said abruptly: "About the heir of Slytherin... I have occasionally heard some rumors from my parents, but I'm just not sure if they are true. of."

Steve raised his head in confusion, but then he suddenly opened his mouth and almost opened his eyes without holding back.

"I seem to have heard some things from my parents..."

He murmured in disbelief: "Are you talking about...the mysterious man?!"

He did not dare to pronounce Voldemort's name, nor did he wait for Guspard's answer.

But unknowingly, Steve found that the strange clicking sounds were getting closer and closer to them, even as if they were right in front of him.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to open his eyes.

At the same time, he felt the broomstick under him also stop.

Gaspard parked the broomstick firmly in the corner. He reached out and grabbed Steve and motioned him not to move.

Then he clung to the cold wall and quietly glanced into the last passage, ready to close his eyes at any time.

The hall was finally no longer dark, but filled with green dim light, and the strange clicking sound came from there.

He could clearly see that the towering stone pillars melting into the darkness were slowly moving.

A group of basilisks were wrapped around it, shedding their skins.

Gaspar didn't even dare to take a deep breath. He knew in his heart that this was one of the few opportunities for him to observe as much as he could, so he held his breath and continued to look inside, trying to count the number of stone pillars.

As for counting the number of basilisks, he had long since given up. There was no way to find out in the dim light. He didn't know whether there were several big basilisks or a group of small basilisks entangled on the stone pillars.

Both options are equally bad.

It was an absolute disaster...and tons of research material...

Gaspard shook his head slightly, discarding the last thought.

Just as he was carefully distinguishing whether the object in the deepest part of the secret room was a stone pillar or a statue, he suddenly heard a few faint howls amidst the clicking sounds.

As he gradually relaxed, he found that the miserable howling became clearer.

Steve tightened his grip on his arm.

Apparently, he also heard these howls.

But no matter how they listened, they found that Karan's voice was not there, but rather sounded like the voices of Lily and Snape.

Just when the two were confused, a blazing heat appeared in their witch robes at the same time.

Steve immediately took out the magic coin, but he didn't dare to open his eyes to see what was written on it.

Until Gaspard's slight voice came.

"Let's go," he said.

Steve was stunned for a moment.

"But...what's the use of this?"

That is a mysterious person!

He kept the last words in his heart, and Gespard seemed to hear his thoughts and said softly: "Believe him."

"At this point, we just have to trust Callan."

"Hopefully he's right, and hopefully we're right too."

Steve closed his eyes, nodded, and took out a glass bottle from his witch robe, which contained a bluebell blue flame.

Then he carefully took out another thing.

It was the comatose phoenix chick, still sleeping.

Gaspard retreated behind the wall, took out all the wind chime powder, and after adjusting Steve's direction, said to him: "Remember, left hand first, then right hand."

Steve nodded silently and held the glass bottle containing the flame tightly, while being careful not to hold the baby bird too tightly.

After the countdown of three-two-one, Steve threw the glass bottle in his hand, and Guspard also sprinkled the wind chime powder.

The sound of breaking glass bottles sounded immediately.

fire.

Blue flames suddenly surged up, illuminating everything, piercing the dark ceiling and breaking through the darkness.

The clicking sound in the secret room seemed to suddenly pause for a moment, and then the sound became more intense, as if it felt an inexplicable threat, or smelled the smell of a feast.

"Now!"

Gaspard drank in a suppressed voice, and Steve immediately gently threw the baby bird in his hand into the flames.

This time, he couldn't help but open his eyes, giving up all warnings and dangers, lest the chick get hurt because of him.

So he saw it, together with Gaspard.

The emerging bluebell flames blocked the entire entrance of the passage. As the chicks entered, more windchime powder seemed to be added, filling the entire hall where they were, but isolated the two of them. It was not contaminated at all on the two of them.

Suddenly, the sound of music floated from nowhere. The sound was ethereal, ethereal and mysterious. It was exciting to listen to. The hair on their scalps stood up and their atria swelled to twice their original size.

The music became louder and louder, and they couldn't help but feel that the sound came from their hearts.

A blue bird suddenly emerged from the blazing flames. It flew freely above the blazing flames, and then landed lightly next to the two of them. It gently pecked their palms with its beak, and was surrounded by the light of the fire. Ying Ying's face rubbed his face, as if he was grateful for their actions.

Steve and Gaspard were stunned.

"Blue...blue?" Gespard said in rare shock.

"This...is this a phoenix?!" Steve was even more shocked than him: "A blue phoenix?!"

"That's right, little guys."

At this time, a sound suddenly emerged from the flames, and they began to gradually shrink, condensing little by little toward the passage in the secret room, completely blocking it to prevent the basilisk's gaze from leaking out.

In the increasingly empty hall, a figure slowly emerged.

It was Dorcas Meadows.

The beautiful blue witch robe she often wore became tattered. She didn't know what she had experienced, but she just pulled it off, revealing the women's short-sleeved shirt and long sleeves for easy movement. pants.

But her exposed arms were covered with mysterious marks, showing signs of danger. From time to time, a dim light flickered, reaching to her neck.

Meadows ignored the somewhat frightened looks from the two of them. She turned her head and looked at the blue bird who was rubbing her affectionately, with a look of thinking in her eyes.

"This is a blue phoenix." She whispered softly.

"A phoenix that truly rose from the dead."

After the words were spoken, blue flames suddenly spread around her, wrapping her tightly inside.

When the flames disappeared, so did Meadows.

But her voice suddenly came from the secret room, clear and bright, covering up all the restlessness and weirdness.

"Here I am," she said.

On the other side, when blue flames surged up, Voldemort just glanced in the direction of the entrance and didn't take it to heart at all.

Karan had drunk all the poison, and his body was still weakly supported, but was pulled to the ground by Voldemort who walked over, like a waste that had lost all value.

He stretched out two slender fingers and pinched the parchment at the bottom of the basin.

Miraculously, there was nothing wet or poison on it.

"Dangerous treasure..."

Voldemort murmured, gently touching the parchment with his fingertips, folding it and putting it away.

At the same time, Meadows' voice came over.

Voldemort showed a mocking smile.

Finally, he turned his head and glanced at the three children lying on the ground. They were all curled up in pain. Lily and Snape were saying some unexplained words in their mouths, and Karan passed out directly.

Voldemort's smile grew even wider.

"Continue to enjoy your last moments." He said coldly.

"Enjoy pain, and death."

"You, and them."

Voldemort hissed twice at the giant basilisk guarding the entrance, and then like a huge bat, he flew straight out of the statue's mouth, and finally landed slowly on the stone slab of the secret room.

Meadows stood opposite him.

The two looked at each other silently.

Meadows always held the wand in her hand tightly, the blue phoenix flying around her, and large groups of blue flames emerged from her body.

Voldemort stared at the rare blue phoenix, and then focused on the strange mark on Meadows.

"Curse..." he murmured, picking it out.

He was all too familiar with this terrible black magic.

"It seems that this is what you gained in Egypt."

"Phoenix, and the curse."

Meadows did not answer. She stared at Voldemort warily, and her eyes inadvertently glanced towards the top of the statue.

Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously.

"Meadows, you know I have always been optimistic about you. You are a rare late bloomer. You have the qualifications to join us."

His tone didn't sound like an invitation, but rather like a gift.

"But you refused and chose Dumbledore."

At this time, Meadows finally spoke.

"Of course I would choose Dumbledore."

"Even if you ask again, my answer will not change."

"I will only choose Dumbledore! He will always be more powerful than you, and he is the only person you will fear!"

"One day, he will defeat you, you ignorant bunch, damn purebloods!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes angrily. He waved the wand in his hand, and dim flames also emerged from it, turning into powerful magical animals and rushing toward Meadows.

"You really didn't disappoint me, Meadows. Bella didn't look down on you. But now, you have made your own choice."

"In that case, then you should welcome the curse."

"This time, they won't just leave a simple mark on you, but they will burn the curse and the phoenix on you to ashes."

"This time, there will be no resurrection from the ashes!"

In front of the terrifying fierce fire, blue flames suddenly spurted out from the Phoenix's body. Meadows used complex magic gestures to condense the blue flames together, and finally turned into a huge flaming phoenix, pressing against her in front of.

Their eyes met through the flames, and there was determination in Meadows' tone.

"Rebirth?"

"As long as we can kill you, we never hope to be reborn!"

"I'm ready to die, what about you, Voldemort?"

"Are you afraid of death...even if it's just once?"

The cry of the phoenix was mixed with the roar of the wild beasts, and the heat filled the secret room hall. The basilisks were twisting uneasily. Gaspard and Steve looked worriedly at the wall of fire that blocked all retreats for Meadows. Deng Bullido found the suitcase left by Steve in the dark passage.

At the moment when the light blue and the dim yellow collided, Karan, who was in a coma, finally quietly opened his eyes.

Wake up completely.