"Ginny!" Harry whispered, striding over to her and kneeling. Still walking unhurriedly, Phoenix glanced around after a few hurried glances. Sure enough, a tall, dark-haired boy leaned against the nearest stone pillar, his gaze constantly wandering between Harry and Phoenix. The boy's silhouette was blurry and strange, as if he were looking at them through a foggy window.

"She's not going to wake up. Riddle walked over and picked up Harry's wand from the ground, Phoenix didn't stop it, since he didn't choose to sneak attack halfway, it seemed that he wanted to talk about it first, and Phoenix also wanted to try Voldemort's strength as a teenager.

"Are you-Tom Riddle?" Harry was stunned for a moment, then asked angrily, "She-she didn't, didn't-"

"She's not dead, but she won't live long – her vitality is waning. Phoenix answered the question, and it was clear that Riddle, a Horcrux, wanted to resurrect with Ginny's life force.

"Who are you?" Riddle looked at Phoenix with interest.

"Phoenix Peverell, Slytherin 2nd year. "She must have made you her bosom friend, and you manipulated her to complete all the things of the year, and finally brought her to the Chamber of Secrets to seek a resurrection." ”

"What are you talking about, Ginny, Riddle controlling Ginny. Sweating profusely, Harry finally picked Ginny up from the ground.

"I've heard Ginny mention you, the man of the school, but it's insulting to have someone like you in Slytherin who loves mudbloods, and you're still from a noble and old pure-blood. Now—" Riddle looked at Harry, his slender fingers fiddling with his wand.

Phoenix ended his eye with him and asked Harry to put Ginny down, and Harry was confused and desperate.

"You haven't figured it out yet, Harry. "Phoenix's wand swiped in the air and wrote three glittering names: Tom Marvolo Riddle

Then, with a flick of the word, the letters automatically reversed their positions and became: I am Lord Voldemort

"A play on words, but it's very secretive isn't it. Phoenix said softly,

"You're quick," Riddle whispered, "and it's a name I've used since my time at Hogwarts, and only to my closest friends, of course." Do you think that I am going to use the name of my filthy Muggle father for the rest of my life? You know, in my veins there is the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, passed down to me through his daughter! No, I came up with a new name for myself, and I knew that one day, when I became the greatest magician in the world, wizards everywhere would not dare to say that name easily!"

Harry froze completely, looking at Riddle with a kind of wooden gaze, as if he had come to know the man anew.

Riddle opened his mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly froze there.

The sound of music wafted from nowhere, this sound was illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it was exciting to listen to. At that moment, flames erupted from the top of the nearest stone pillar.

A crimson bird, the size of a crane, suddenly descended from the sky, playing its strange music on the vaulted ceiling. It has a gleaming golden tail, as long as a peacock's tail, and a pair of glittering claws that clutch a tattered package on it.

A second later, the big bird flew straight towards Harry. It tossed the tattered thing from its paw at Harry's feet, and perched heavily on Harry's shoulder. When it folded its two huge wings, it landed right on Harry's shoulder. His gaze was fixed on Riddle.

"Looks like we've got help," Phoenix glanced at Fox playfully, as if the three of them were talking at a cauldron bar, and the lady next to her had fallen asleep.

Riddle laughed maniacally again. He laughed so hard that the dark chamber trembled slightly, as if there were ten Riddles laughing at the same time. "That's what Dumbledore gave his protector! a singing bird and a broken hat! Harry Potter, do you feel guts? Do you feel safe?"

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed in you, not being fooled by what is in front of you, is the basic quality of a magician. I'll call you, Voldemort. Phoenix pouted, trying to provoke him.

The red light in Riddle's eyes flashed, and his slender fingers stopped playing with his wand. For a moment, Phoenix even felt like he was going to make a move, but surprisingly endured it.

"I hope you'll be able to call me by my name in a moment. Riddle said, smiling back on his face and saying, "Alright, let's get down to business, Harry." In your past, in my future, we met twice. I didn't manage to kill you twice. How did you survive and tell me everything. As long as your words last, your little life will last. ”

"No one knows why you suddenly lost your power when you attacked me," Harry said stiffly, "I don't know it myself. But I know why you didn't kill me. Because my mother died to save me. Planted with an ordinary Muggle-born mother," he continued, trembling as she tried desperately to suppress her anger, "she stopped you from killing me. I've seen the real you, and I saw you again last year. All you're left with is a pile of rags, half-dead. Look at your supernatural powers, but you ended up in this end. You're hiding in Tibet, you're ugly, it's disgusting!"

Riddle's face distorted. Then he forced another sinister smile.

"I see. Your mother died trying to save you. Yes, that's a very effective spell solution. I now understand that after all, there's nothing special about you. You know, I couldn't figure it out. Because there are some peculiar similarities between the two of us, Harry Potter. You must have noticed it yourself. We're all half-bloods, we're all orphans, we're all raised by Muggles—"

"I'm not like you, I'm pure-blooded, my family lineage goes back thousands of years, I'm rich, I'm young, I'm handsome, I'm very powerful—well, we all know each other, so can we get started?" or wait for your last words?" Harry gave him a desperate look, still thinking to say something witty at this time.

Suddenly, Riddle and Phoenix raised their wands almost at the same time.