The statue of Salazar Slytherin stands in the center of the stone pillar, surrounded by countless stone pillars, each of which hovers several hideous pythons, and Augustus and the others quietly look at the statue from a distance, with different expressions.

"What's that?" Harry suddenly noticed a fiery red mass at the foot of the statue, took out his wand, and cautiously moved forward, a small figure in a black robe came into view, "Ginny!" Harry whispered, hurried to her side, and knelt down. "Ginny! You don't want to die! Please, don't die!.' He tossed his wand aside, grabbed Ginny's shoulder, and flipped her over. Her face was marble, cold and bloodless, but her eyes were closed, so she was not petrified.

Augustus stepped forward, and Ron quickly knelt down beside Ginny, with an anxious look in his eyes, "Ginny, please wake up." Ron shook her desperately and pleaded in a low voice. Ginny's head drooped lifelessly.

"It's been a long time since there have been so many guests in the Chamber of Secrets, welcome to everyone." A voice sounded behind several people, Augustus's eyes were slightly shocked, he actually appeared out of thin air for no reason, and the inquiring eye did not notice anyone appearing at all. A tall, dark-haired boy leaned against the nearest stone pillar and watched them. The boy's outline was blurry and strange, as if it were separated. A foggy window looked at him. But there is no doubt that it is him.

"Tom-Tom Riddle?" Riddle nodded, his eyes not taking off Harry's face. "Don't try to wake her up, she won't wake up." "What do you mean by that. What the hell happened to her? With anger in his eyes, Ron questioned the slightly strange man in front of him. She's still alive," Riddle said, "but not for long." ”

"Your form is strange, is it a ghost? But ghosts shouldn't be like that, it's funny, it's funny. Augustus's silver pupils flickered with an inexplicable light, and a faint circle of data continued to be transmitted into Augustus's brain through the Eye of Inquiry.

Riddle froze slightly, looking at Augustus's constantly rotating pupils, his expression confused, as if he was under the sun, and everything in his body seemed to be no longer a secret, and this feeling made him feel inexplicably irritable for the first time. "It's a memory," Riddle suppressed the strange emotions that appeared a little, and continued with a calm expression of wisdom beads in his hand, "in a diary for fifty years. He pointed to the statue's big toe. There lay the journal that Harry had found in the weeping Myrtle's bathroom.

"How much power does memory have? Existing in this way, even in my hometown, is an amazing way, and only those who have taken a certain step are qualified to use this kind of power, and it seems that your Buddha-figure strength is extraordinary. The corners of Augustus' mouth drew an arc of a smile, and he said lightly.

"Indeed, in the books I have read in the past, there is indeed a similar method of extracting memories to give life, but now it has been strictly banned by the Ministry of Magic, because this kind of spell often involves several very powerful black arts, and such a method is really not the right way." Loki's amber pupils were filled with surprise, as if he had discovered a new continent, and for him, it was a wonderful feeling that the legends recorded in the book appeared in reality.

"You're Slytherin students, it seems that Slytherin students today are quite high-quality, and they are already well-known at this age." Riddle smiled slightly, looking at the serpentine insignia of the robes on the two of them, and seemed to have a strong interest in Augustus and Loki in front of them.

"I'll talk about the diary and his existence later, and it's imperative to get Ginny out of the city first. Have you forgotten that there's a basilisk in there, and although I don't know where it is, it could come at any moment. Everyone, come and help. Harry looked at the group anxiously as he began to pick up Ginny.

Ron was on the side to balance the balance, and the two of them were sweating profusely, and finally half-picked Ginny up from the ground, and Harry leaned over to pick up his magic skills. But the wand was gone. "Did you see—"

When he looked up, Riddle was still staring at him—long fingers playing with Harry's wand. "Thank you." Harry said, reaching for his wand. A wry smile tugged at the corner of Riddle's mouth. He continued to stare at Harry, nonchalantly playing with his wand.

Augustus's silver pupils stopped spinning, and suddenly with an inexplicable smile in his eyes, he stood quietly to the side, continuing to watch the development of events.

"Listen to me," said Harry anxiously, his knees weak as the dead Ginny weighed down, "we must go!" If the basilisk comes."

"It will not come without being called." Riddle said indifferently.

Harry put Ginny back on the floor, and he couldn't hold her anymore.

"What do you mean by that?" He said, "Hurry up, give me the wand, I might need it." ”

Riddle's smile was even more pronounced.

"You won't need it anymore." He said.

Harry looked at him in surprise.

"What do you say, I won't-"

"Harry, haven't you seen that the man named Tom Riddle in front of you is not the same as us, not to mention why he suddenly appeared in this strange secret room, just to say that the way he appeared exists by memory, this kind of secret art involving a variety of black arts, is not a method that any righteous wizard would use." Loki's tone was indifferent, waking Harry out of his confusion.

"If my guess is correct, you're Voldemort's memories of fifty years ago, funny play on words, Tom Riddle." Augustus raised his silver wand, and several fiery red letters representing his name appeared in the air, Harry and the others watched silently, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of Riddle's mouth, "Rearrange." The red letters interlaced in the air, rearranging the order to form a sparkling and inexplicable phrase: "I am Voldemort!" ”

"Ha Luha, amazing, such a simple message, you can guess my true identity." "Voldemort," Riddle whispered, "is my past, present, and future. In my veins flowed the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, passed down to me through his daughter! Am I going to keep that disgusting generic Muggle name? He abandoned me before I was even born because he found out that his wife was a witch! No, I came up with a new name for myself, and I know that one day, when I become the greatest magician in the world, wizards everywhere will not dare to say this name easily! ”

Augustus listened quietly to Riddle's indignant recounting, a glimmer of dazzling light in his silver pupils http://www.biquge.info

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