Through the darkness, Xingzhe approached the underground of Hogwarts, and at this time, he saw countless passages like water pipes, and then in a dark room that exuded greenery, he heard such a voice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You're not." The voice was heard in the empty chamber.

"What's not?" Another voice asked rhetorically.

"Not the greatest wizard in the world," Xingzhe heard, it was Harry Potter's voice, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore." Everybody says so. Even when you are powerful, you don't dare to try to control Hogwarts. Dumbledore saw you through when you were in school, and he still scares you, no matter where you're hiding these days. ”

"I just used my memories to kick Dumbledore out of this castle!" He gritted his teeth and said, Xingzhe was stunned in his heart, this is Voldemort!

"You think beautifully, he didn't go!" Harry retorted. He said it casually, just to scare Riddle, he hoped what he said was true, but he couldn't believe it.

"That's right, like me, Harry, I'm here to help you!" Xingzhe roared and jumped down from the Zhuhuai Demon Sword, and the sword was also in his hand.

The sound of music wafted from nowhere. The music grew louder and louder, the sound was illusory, ethereal and mysterious, it was exciting to listen to, the music became louder and louder, and finally it was like vibrating in the chest of a person. 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. As it folded its two massive wings, Harry looked up and saw that it had a long, sharp golden beak and two sparkling black eyes.

The big bird stopped singing. It sat quietly on Harry's shoulder, hot against Harry's cheek, its gaze fixed on Riddle.

"Oh, Harry Potter, you have a lot of helpers, who are you?"

"There's a phoenix ......," Voldemort said, glaring at it just as viciously.

"Owen? Fox? Harry was almost breathless as he felt the big bird's golden claws gently grasp his shoulder.

"It doesn't matter who Lao Tzu is, the important thing is to kill you today!" Xingzhe responded domineeringly, but at the same time he was also carefully prepared.

"Senior, it's up to you, guide me more when you can fight!" Xingzhe said to Zhu Huai Fu Demon Sword in his heart, but this thing didn't speak at all now, and was completely quiet, which scared Xingzhe, "What track?" Why don't you speak? Damn, drop the chain at a critical time, pit! ”

Voldemort turned his gaze back to the tattered thing Fox had just thrown down, "It's the broken sorting hat of the school." ”

Sure enough, it was. Dirty, crumpled and patched, lying motionless at Harry's feet.

Voldemort laughed maniacally. 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! There is also someone who wants to challenge me without knowing whether to live or die! Harry Potter, do you feel dared? Do you feel safe? ”

Harry didn't answer. He didn't know what Fox and the Sorting Hat were for, but he felt that he wasn't alone anymore, especially Owen, who he always found to be very magical, and with a growing courage, he was ready to fight Voldemort with Owen.

"Straight down to business, Harry," Voldemort said, still smirking smugly, "we've met twice in your past, in my future. I didn't manage to kill you twice. How did you survive the death? Tell me everything. As long as your words last, how long your life can last. ”

Owen maintained the posture of holding the sword in one hand, but he did not draw his wand, he originally thought that the sword spirit would point him a word or two, but he found that the sword spirit was now dead and alive like a dead thing!

Harry thought quickly, weighing his chances of winning. Voldemort with a wand. He, Owen, and Fawkes and the Sorting Hat, but neither of them was of much use in a duel. Indeed, the situation is not good. But the longer Voldemort stood there, the less life Ginny had on him...... At the same time, Harry suddenly noticed that Voldemort's otherwise vague outline was becoming clear and stable. If there has to be a fight between him and Riddle, the sooner the better.

"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. My 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 XC, you're ugly, disgusting! ”

Voldemort'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 understand now - after all, there's nothing special about you. You know, I couldn't figure it out. Because there's some strange resemblance between the two of us, Harry Potter. You must have noticed it yourself. We were all half-bloods, all orphans, and all raised by Muggles. Perhaps it was the only two parseltongues to enter Hogwarts after the great Slytherin himself. We even look a little alike...... But at the end of the day, it turns out that you just escaped from me by luck. That's all I want to know. ”

Harry stood there, nervously waiting for Riddle to raise his wand. But the sinister smile on Riddle's face was even more pronounced.

"Alright, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's test our strength against Voldemort, the heir of Salazar Slytherin, on one side, and Harry Potter on the other, with the best weapon Dumbledore could give him. There is also a little imp who doesn't know the height of the sky! ”

He looked at Fawkes and the Sorting Hat and Xingzhe mockingly, as if he thought it was funny, and walked away. Voldemort paused among the towering pillars and looked up at the face of the Slytherin statue that was high in the darkness. He opened his mouth and hissed—

"Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."