Half an hour later, Riddle's figure had disappeared, and the diary papers that contained his soul were lying scattered on the ground. They no longer had any magic power. The center of each page seemed to be hardened by a sharp dagger. After digging, holes with sharp edges appeared one after another.
The cage conjured by Amosta has disappeared, and the basilisk left by Slytherin trapped in the cage is also missing.
Dumbledore looked solemn as he strode across the steps to the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, his purple traveling cloak swaying behind him like a cloak. Harry followed Dumbledore panting, speaking in a hurried tone. Something.
When he saw Amosta safe and sound at the foot of the Slytherin statue, the expression on Dumbledore's face finally relaxed, but his steps were still hurried.
"Ah, you came so quickly, Headmaster Dumbledore, oh, of course, and Potter -"
Amosta retracted his gaze from the sculpture, turned around and chuckled.
"Glad to see you're okay, Amosta,"
Dumbledore, who was approaching quickly, said gently. He seemed to want to say something else, but his eyes were attracted by the diary on the floor. He picked up the broken diary, his blue eyes looking from his long crooked neck. His twisted nose shot down, and he stared intently at the broken pages,
"very impressive,"
Dumbledore said softly,
"Needless to say, he can probably say that in the history of Hogwarts... Oh, and counting you, Amosta, in my long career, I have never seen a wizard better than you two. ..., of course, I am talking about magical talent..."
Harry seemed confused. He looked around, but he didn't find any other creatures or visible memories in the secret room besides them.
"Professor Brain, Voldemort and the Basilisk, where have they gone, you?"
The smiling Amosta's expression suddenly turned regretful. He looked at Harry who was covered in dust and said,
"The basilisk was struggling very hard. The cage I created with magic could no longer control it. I had no choice but to turn it into ashes. As for the memory stored in this evil magic instrument, it seemed that I wanted to save it. Its servant, when I was dealing with the basilisk, it jumped out from behind a pillar and tried to sneak up on me,"
Amosta shrugged his shoulders and said lightly,
"I was a little nervous for a moment, so I used a very powerful magic, so it also disappeared-"
Harry choked for breath. Professor Brain's statement was reasonable, but he always felt something was wrong... After all, it was what Slytherin left to his heir, the basilisk that had created countless terrifying legends for thousands of years, and Voldemort. Why is it that the evil magic props made by one's own hands are as easy as killing a goblin in Professor Brain's mouth?
After hearing what Amosta said, Dumbledore, who was concentrating on studying the diary, raised his head. He shook his silver eyebrows, and a strange light flashed in his blue eyes.
"No matter what, Amosta,"
Dumbledore put the diary into his pocket, smiled happily and said sincerely,
"I would like to express my gratitude to you. In the few hours I left the school, you completed the duties of the principal for me. I am really glad that you rescued Ginny Weasley, otherwise, I simply would not know How should you explain to Arthur and Molly? You also protected Harry and his friends from the basilisk and Voldemort, tearing away the shadow that has shrouded the little wizards this year--"
Dumbledore blew his nose hard, his voice sounded very emotional,
"If it weren't for the fact that you have graduated from school, I think a special contribution award medal is the best reward for your heroic and fearless behavior!"
Ahem--
Dumbledore's string of compliments made Amosta almost blush. He pursed his lips, waved his hands humbly, and then pointed at Harry,
"You are exaggerating, Principal Dumbledore. In fact, if Harry hadn't been so astute and discovered the entrance to this secret room, I don't think this would have been so simple!"
"Oh, of course -"
Dumbledore looked at Harry, whose ears were red, with a smile.
"Just like you saved the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort last year, your wisdom and courage have put many famous wizards, including me, to shame. Harry, I think... I think if Lily and James If Mu were still around, I would definitely be proud of you."
Harry opened his mouth. At this moment, he still had many doubts in his heart. For example, why Fawkes suddenly appeared when he was fighting the basilisk; What happened to the sword taken out of the Sorting Hat? Another example, this diary...
But Harry didn't ask a single question, because Dumbledore's words were like a huge boulder stuck in his chest, making him breathless. The green fire in the secret room that was the same color as his eyes protected him, allowing him to The sparkle in his eyes became imperceptible.
Yeah, if...if they were still around...
Amosta moved his eyes away and continued to look at the huge black hole that appeared on the stone face. Dumbledore also wisely took a few steps forward, leaving Harry behind. He stood in front of Amosta. Next to him, he followed his gaze towards the hole. His silver beard, which was long enough to be tucked into his waistband, was slightly fluttering, and he said thoughtfully,
"You think there's something there, don't you, Amosta?"
"It just doesn't feel right, Headmaster Dumbledore--"
Amosta did not look at Dumbledore. His eyes were flashing with an unreadable light. In fact, he did not feel anything wrong from the dark hole, which made him curious about the black hole. What made him determined to explore was the memory he had retrieved...
"That basilisk crawled out from that place after listening to Voldemort's call--"
Harry emerged from the sad silence and answered both men's questions.
Dumbledore nodded noncommittally. He looked condescendingly at Amosta with searching eyes. After a while, he said calmly,
"There are countless fascinating secrets hidden in this ancient castle. Amosta, even though I am the principal of this school and have read the notes of past principals, I may not know as much about this castle as Wes does." Twin brothers of the Lai family, if you think it is necessary, I can accompany you to see what happens."
Amosta bowed and smiled to express his gratitude.
"I'm very curious, Principal Dumbledore. Salazar Slytherin left a basilisk in such a hidden secret room just to clear out the non-pure-blooded little wizards in the school as the rumors say. ...This does not seem to be the ambition and style that a wizard of his level should have..."
A stream of light passed through Dumbledore's half-moon lenses,
"Judge wisely and reasonably, Amosta, since that's the case--"
Dumbledore obviously saw something, but he did not choose to expose it. He raised the elder wand and waved it down neatly. Immediately, the entire secret room was shaken violently, and gravel and dust were rushing like wind and rain. It fell suddenly, and Harry, who was a little confused, quickly covered his forehead with his hands to prevent anything from falling into his eyes.
In just a few seconds, the trembling world returned to calm again. In embarrassment, Harry patted the layer of gray on his robe and quickly looked forward. With just one glance, his face showed surprise!
A staircase appeared out of thin air on the ground in front of Principal Dumbledore and Professor Brain, leading directly to the face of the stone sculpture that towered into the darkness. This staircase was made of rough stone and dark in color. It was a full two hundred feet high, like a tree reaching the sky. column.
Harry clicked his tongue. Turning a stone into the shape of a staircase was not difficult for him who had received two years of orthodox magic education. He could create such a huge staircase. Harry was convinced that even if he put him into a juicer Even if it is squeezed dry, it will not be able to produce so much magic power!
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