Harry felt like he had been in a long dream.

In the dream, someone was screaming...... A red-haired woman.

She kept begging the other wizard not to kill the baby in bed.

Harry knew the woman was going to die...... He had to help her...... But he was like a bystander, and he could only shout powerlessly.

I don't know how long it took, but the redhead disappeared...... A red-haired boy looms.

Harry felt so real that it didn't feel like a dream. But he still couldn't move.

The red-haired boy stood up and stared at Harry for a long time, then lifted the covers, put his arms around him, picked him up from the bed, and walked out of the dorm...... It's weird.

What is Ron going to do to him?!

It didn't take long for Harry to finally wake up from his dream, his hands pressed to his face.

The lightning-shaped scar was painful, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire against his skin.

He sat up, one hand over his scar, and looked around.

It was a strange room, with many stone pillars carved with coiled and entwined serpents, towering and supporting the ceiling.

All around, there is an unusual set of torches...... The flames kept changing colors, from purple to crimson, illuminating the ceiling of the room at the same time.

Harry was stunned at the sight of that ceiling.

There are drawings on every square and every inch, and overhead is a dazzling map of constellations, with countless stars moving in special orbits.

This seems to be simulating the starry sky of the universe.

But Harry couldn't recognize which field it was, even though he had taken astronomy classes and had written a lot of his homework with Ron.

Otherwise, you will plagiarize the answer circulating in the market.

Harry had a headache and looked sideways, only to find Ron lying flat on the ground.

"Ron!" Harry called out in a low voice, hurried to his side, and knelt down.

"Ron! What's wrong with you, don't die! Please, don't die! Harry cried out sadly.

"Yes, artificial respiration!" Harry remembered what Muggle school had taught about emergency relief.

He took a deep breath and quickly lowered his head, his mouth aimed at Ron's mouth, and spat inside.

Before he could finish spitting out a mouthful of water, an unfamiliar voice came from the side.

"You'd better not disturb Ron, he's in a blur, communicating with the Grim Reaper."

Harry was taken aback and turned on his knees. Only then did he realize that there was actually another person in the room.

It was a dark-haired boy sitting quietly at a stone table, holding a thick leather book in his hand.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"My name is Tom Riddle, and I'm a Hogwarts student." The boy closed the book.

Tom Riddle...... You are the owner of Ron's diary! Harry was surprised.

"That's right, it looks like Ron told you all." Riddle smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"You just said where is Ron? Who to communicate with? Harry asked eagerly.

"Blurry Illusion, communicate with the Grim Reaper." Riddle repeated.

Listening to Riddle's words, Harry only felt cold in his hands and feet, and his whole body was cold, and he said in disbelief, "You mean, Ron...... He's dead?! ”

"Not exactly." Riddle shook his head.

"Not exactly?!" Harry roared, his voice echoing violently through the room.

"You just said, 'Communicate with Death'...... Doesn't that mean dead? ”

Riddle stood up, his hands behind his back, and looked at Harry.

After half a ring, he sighed softly:

"Honestly, you've disappointed me, Harry Potter.

I thought it would ...... You, who defeated the Dark Lord, have a better understanding of the mystery of life and death, but I didn't expect it to be so superficial. ”

Riddle shook his head.

"Looks like Dumbledore didn't teach you his wisdom."

"What wisdom?"

"I should probably give Stark the mission." Riddle muttered to himself, "He's the right person, alas...... The sense of ritual is slightly lacking. ”

"What are you talking about!" Harry exasperated, "Aren't we talking about Ron?!" What the hell happened to him? ”

"Your favorite Ron isn't dead, he's in a blur." Riddle explained.

"Blurred Illusion does not mean death...... It's a world in between—"

"What do you mean?"

At the moment, Ron was wandering there. He will either return to your world, or he will go straight to the arms of death...... It depends on what you do next. ”

Harry struggled to figure it out. "Action...... What do you want me to do? ”

"I have called you, and I have your mission."

Riddle glanced at the time, and there was still a moment to go...... No panic at all!

"Call me......" Harry thought of the Chamber of Secrets.

Since the attack, everyone has believed that he is the Vault Opener, the descendant of Slytherin.

"Listen," said Harry, "if you want to ask me about the Chamber of Secrets, I can assure you that I don't know more than you-"

Riddle took a deep breath and said coldly, "Are you mentally retarded, Mr. Potter!" ”

...... "Harry doesn't know why, why is he scolding?"

"With your little bigger head, think about where this is!"

Harry looked around, still shaking his head blankly.

"Think about it...... Riddle said patiently, "you slept in your dorm room bed in the middle of the night, and now you appeared in this strange place for no reason...... What has been circulating in the school lately? ”

Harry felt a chill run through his body. "This is ......"

"Silly Potter."

Riddle's mild accent vanished, and he said in a fanatical tone:

"This is the Chamber of Secrets!"

Harry took a breath of cold air.

"More accurately, this is the Sanctuary of the Vault, the place where the great Slytherin, delved into the mysteries of prehistory, the secret treasure he left to his heirs......"

Riddle smiled mysteriously.

"I'm the heir of Slytherin!"

"Then why are you arresting me and Ron for coming here?!" Harry took a step back and clenched his wand.

In a calm and soft voice, Riddle whispered, "Don't be nervous, Harry Potter, if I wanted to hurt you, you would have died in bed."

As I said, I have called you here for a reason, and I need you to cooperate with me tonight to complete a ritual. ”

Harry looked confused.

"Don't, don't look like that." Riddle said in a sad tone, "You should be honored that I have come to you, Harry Potter—you are the only one I have chosen." ”

Harry was enraged by Riddle's tone, and instead of feeling honored, he felt annoyed that he had been toyed with.

He said coldly: "I'm sorry, then you must have chosen the wrong person." ”

"I don't even know about the secret room, let alone any rituals......"

"You still don't understand, silly Potter." Riddle smiled.

"I didn't choose you...... It's Ron Weasley. ”

"He, let me choose you!"

There was dead silence in the sanctuary of the Chamber of Secrets.

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ps: Limbo is a state between life and death.

In the seventh Deathly Hallows, Harry and Dumbledore are talking at King's Cross Station, and that state is Blur.

Limbo comes from the inferno chapter of Dante's Divine Comedy, and "limbo" is the first circle of inferno. Good people who do not believe in the Judeo-Christian God live here.

This translation is given by the Chinese traditional Chinese version of Harry Potter, and the simplified version has no translation.

Therefore, the translation of the name "Blurry Illusion" feels very inconsistent, and it reminds me of the too illusory realm in the Dream of Red Mansions...... It's not magic at all.

By the way, Amway is a very fun little game

Hell Border, its English name is also limbo, which translates very comfortably. ）

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