"It's basically all understood now," Dudley sighed, he didn't expect this matter to spare such a large circle.

Wrong......

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "You don't have to go around such a big circle if you want to be resurrected, right?

"For resurrection, of course," Riddle said through gritted teeth, "can you feel what it's like to be a memory?" his face was distorted as if he were a psychopath, "have you ever felt the darkness spent in the diary?"

Dudley raised an eyebrow, the diary was probably the most difficult of all Horcruxes, "Not really, but I don't think you'll ever feel it again." ”

"yes," Riddle exclaimed, looking up, "yes, I won't feel it again." We've been talking for so long, you're waiting for Dumbledore to arrive!"

Dudley's face changed, he was indeed stalling for Dumbledore's arrival, but Riddle didn't look scared at all now, and he still looked confident.

"Don't think about it, I closed the entrance to the secret room before, it's not that the Parseltongue can't enter. After Riddle finished speaking, he wanted to laugh, but he suddenly froze there.

At this time, the sound of music wafted from nowhere, which was very pleasant to the ear.

Riddle spun awkward, then nervously looked around at the empty chamber.

The corners of Dudley's mouth rose slightly, and it seemed that Riddle was still very afraid that Dumbledore would suddenly jump out and stir up the situation, and he had not reached the point where he was not afraid of anything.

The music is getting louder and louder.

The voice was illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it was exhilarating to listen to, and it made Dudley's goosebumps come out.

The music grew louder and louder, and suddenly, flames erupted from the top of the nearest stone pillar.

A light red bird, a little bigger than a sparrow, suddenly descended from the sky and played its magical music on the vaulted ceiling.

It had a tail that didn't have much hair, about five inches long, and a pair of swarthy claws, like black chicken feet, with a tattered package on it.

Dudley's eyes narrowed instantly, and when he began to hear the music, he knew that it was the phoenix coming, and he thought that the phoenix would grow up in the next two days.

Big enough for Dumbledore to send it to help, but who would have thought that this phoenix was still the size of a sparrow, and it was not enough to dislike one bite.

A second later, the little phoenix flew towards them. It threw the tattered thing from its paws at their feet.

The little phoenix glanced at Dudley, his eyes filled with disdain, and it finally flew to Harry's shoulder.

The singing stopped, and it perched quietly on Harry's shoulder, rubbing Harry's cheek with its little hairy head, and then staring firmly at Riddle.

"It's a phoenix......" Riddle glared at it with the same viciousness.

"Fawkes?" Harry was so startled that he couldn't believe it, but he felt the touch on his shoulder that it was real.

"That thing......" Riddle turned his gaze to the tattered thing Fawkes had just thrown down, "it's the school's worn-out sorting hat." ”

Sure enough, it was.

Dirty, crumpled and patched, lying motionless at their feet.

Riddle burst out laughing, then laughed louder and louder.

He laughed so hard that the dark chamber trembled slightly, as if there were ten Riddles laughing at the same time.

"Look at it, look at it......," he said mockingly, "you waited for Dumbledore's rescue, and he brought you a singing bird and a broken hat. I'm afraid Dumbledore is playing music for you to see you off. ”

Harry stood up to Dudley's side, the situation was delicate, even if they had Fawkes and the Sorting Hat now, but those two things would not be useful against Riddle.

"Look. He whispered in Dadley's ear.

Dudley looked over at Riddle, who was blurry and becoming clear and steady.

There was no time for them to keep waiting, they had time to spend it, but Hermione didn't have that much life to consume.

He crouched down and picked up Fawkes' worn sorting hat that Fawkes had dropped, and he held it in his hand.

Can you pull the Gryffindor Sword out of this?

Dudley's head was full of questions, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to pull out the sword, and he felt that he might be more honest when it came to being brave.

Usually he will only do something if he is sure, but in the end he will always deviate from his expectations, such as the matter of going to the secret room, who would have thought that Riddle would be such a chicken thief and lock the secret room again.

Riddle smiled mockingly, "Can you have the capital to resist by picking up a broken hat?" he shook his head, as if he thought Dudley was being funny.

He walked towards them, "Since you've all been chased here, let you die under my baby." ”

Dudley looked at Riddle as he got closer, his right hand holding his wand trembling slightly. He pinned his wand to his waist and slowly closed his eyes.

"Resigned?" Riddle said, a little surprised, "then this game won't be fun." ”

By the time he walked past Dudley, Dudley had reached into his worn-out Sorting Hat.

There's something inside the hat.

It's cold.

Dudley smiled, he touched, touched the Gryffindor sword in the Sorting Hat. He snapped his eyes open, and one eye sparkled.

"Really?" he turned to look sideways at Riddle, his right hand gripping the hilt of his hat tightly.

Riddle stopped, standing where he was, and he looked back curiously, only to see a sword stabbing at him quickly.

"Flutter. ”

It was the sound of a sword piercing into flesh.

Riddle held the blade in one hand, he looked at the injured place in amazement, he was now a memory that was illusory, he would be attacked, and not only that, he also felt that his life force was draining.

"How is that possible," he looked up in disbelief, his eyes glazed over at Dudley.

Dudley jumped up with joy, worthy of being a legendary magic item, but he didn't expect it to really hurt Riddle.

"Do you still think this game is fun?"

"You ......" Riddle paused suddenly, his expression changing from the initial shock and surprise to a triumphant expression.

Dudley couldn't figure out why Riddle, who was at a disadvantage, had such an expression.

"Look at that mudblood," Riddle raised his head in Hermione's direction.