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The whispering voice appeared in his ears again, and Vio couldn't help but shudder.

It feels like someone clinging to you, the tip of the knife dancing on the artery, sliding down at some point, and you won't even find a chance to resist.

The man turned gracefully, bathed in the holy moonlight.

On the face that has not yet departed from the childishness, there is a calm smile that does not match his age, and the platinum-blond hair is still meticulous in the rising night breeze.

"Welcome, welcome to all of you tonight, to accompany me as we unveil the pomp and circumstance that is coming. You have the privilege of being witnesses to the judgment of fate. ”

When she saw Draco, Vio finally felt like she was right, and when she found out that the spiders were starting to spin silk around Harry and Hermione, she actually wanted to rush down the hill, but in the end she did her best to restrain herself from seeing the whole thing.

Now, she sees everything clearly.

Behind Draco, a large basilisk straightened up, enveloping half of the field in its own shadow.

Vio hurriedly narrowed his eyes, glad he hadn't cast an amplification spell on his eyes, otherwise, a careless person who looked directly at the basilisk would have killed her on the spot.

The basilisk is green and shining, with the unique bright light and patterns of poisonous snakes, and its body is round, like a hundred-year-old tree, I am afraid that several people will not be able to surround it.

It lifted its upper half of its height high, and the rest of its body was coiled together, and it immediately became a hill-like landmark in the middle of the forest.

But it didn't make any extra moves, nor did it attack any of the eight-eyed spiders, allowing them to tremble with fear and forget to swing their claws.

Draco, no, it should be called Tom Riddle at this point except that he possessed Draco to control the basilisk, no second person could do it.

Tom Riddle grabbed the wand between his slender fingertips and tapped it towards the huge cocoon of spider silk that trapped Harry and Hermione, and the seemingly flexible and sturdy cocoon shell was instantly torn apart, as if it had been shattered by an invisible sledgehammer falling from the sky.

Harry and Hermione looked at the man standing in front of them, and for a moment let out a cry of relief and surprise. "Malfoy!

"Shh," Tom Riddle smiled as he put an index finger to his mouth and cocked it up, "you'll soon find out that it's best not to do things I don't like." Even if yelling is a Gryffindor tradition, don't let me hear it, or the trial will be longer than expected. ”

Harry and Hermione paused, unable to say anything, they both knew subconsciously that the person who was speaking was definitely not Draco himself, or that he had been controlled.

"Good. Tom Riddle said satisfied, "Harry Potter, your stupidity with your mouth wide open shows me that you know nothing about this whole great and sophisticated scheme.

Oh, can I tolerate my opponent dying like this, and have no understanding of my awkwardness?

No, no, it took me that long to find you.

Decades of conspiracy, from one person to another, first with a shrewd liar Virgo Santril, then with a stupid girl who doesn't look like a Slytherin, I don't bother to remember her name.

And then you, yes, yes, do you think you picked up a diary in Potions class casually and I manipulated the girl into putting it in your book, and I watched you through the girl's eyes for how long in that class

I was wondering if this was the one who beat me twice in a row in my future, half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles, how similar we were.

I wondered, what's so special about him that he can defeat the greatest wizard of all time to defeat me?"

He paused, a puzzled expression on his face, but gently stroked the basilisk's lowered head with his left hand, and continued, "So, I showed you a memory of Hagrid raising monsters, and the hallucinations of Sontriel standing next to the basilisk, and you should not have believed that Sontriel could be the heir to the Chamber of Secrets.

And against my opponent, of course, I can't stupidly knock me down with one blow.

But when I tried in every way to lure you into the Chamber of Secrets, Sontrel became the biggest trouble, and when did she see through the fact that Danae had been in private contact with me, and that she was using me?

I'm still unsure, maybe I possessed a stupid girl and tried to kill you on a Quidditch pitch, after which I told her to break the spell of the dark magic on you.

Or was it when I tried to strangle her soul in the dream that Danae and I had created for her, but was destroyed by the inexplicable unicorn brand in the depths of her soul and did not succeed?

It doesn't matter, I'll have a lot of time to get the answers I want after getting rid of you. ”

"It did take me a lot of time to find a fourth suitable person to communicate with, firstly, the diary I relied on for survival was locked up by Sontril after he sensed that something was wrong, and secondly, my soul was not strong enough at that time to enter and leave Hogwarts freely, and even if no one noticed, there was a powerful evil spirit expulsion charm on every dormitory door.

Then, what did it matter, Danae contacted the self-volunteering ghost, and led me around the sewers with the wisdom of his own mind, and I of course dismissed her politely, as I did with everyone who got hold of the diary.

Doing so brought me an unexpected gain, and fifty years have passed in a flash, and the secret room that I opened is still there.

I should have guessed how a secret room that even I had spent five years trying to discover could be discovered by a second person.

After that, everything is getting easier and easier, and you think you have taken Danae with you, and its meaning ends here.

I found a boy with a curiosity in his heart, a boy whose pedigree coincided with mine, a boy who was moved by the future I described and willing to follow me.

The world knows about the secret room, but they don't know the location of the secret room, and some people happen to know both, but they don't know that I am the ultimate, the master.

I've been weaving a web for so long, in a sense, like these ugly monsters, to finally catch the prey tonight. ”

"Of course, it's irrefutable that I'm here tonight, and it's no exaggeration to say that boy Draco has the majority of the credit. Tom Riddle said, smiling and pointing to himself, pausing as he looked at Harry, "Do you understand?"

The venue was silent, like a cemetery behind a church, and the eight-eyed spiders the size of horses standing in front of the basilisk were like tombstones.

The wind cooled for a while, and there was already a glimmer of white dawn on the farthest horizon in the east, blooming slightly. (To be continued.) "Elegy for Glory" only represents the author's point of view, if its content is found to be in violation of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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