Sellers walked into the bathroom.

"You're here again?" Myrtle happened to be in the bathroom today, and she didn't look very happy, tilting her head and glaring at Ginny. She didn't like this little girl who looked better than her.

"You can be quiet, Myrtle." Cyrus pointed his wand at her, a slight tuck, "Confusing." ”

Myrtle immediately slipped back into the toilet where she had been staying as if she hadn't seen him.

Cyrus walked quickly to the faucet that didn't come out of the water, opened his mouth and said snake language, and the secret room was opened.

He walked through the long, slimy chute and through the muddy stone tunnel strewn with rat carcasses, opening the second door in snake language......

In the process, Sellers deliberately freed Ginny's soul. The little girl was watching with tears in her eyes as Sellers had done everything and finally stepped into the long, dimly lit room.

It's as if she's been pulled out of her soul, like a player who can't control her character, and can only passively watch everything Cyrus is willing to show her-

A room of stone pillars carved with many coiled and entangled serpents, towering to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness of the heights, casting a long and eerie black shadow on the whole room filled with green and mystery.

Even from a third perspective, Ginny felt an unusual sense of fear.

But it was Sellers himself who grieved even more.

Scammed!

Those three words flashed sadly through Ginny's mind.

The truth is revealed, "Mr. Riddle" is the successor!

Whether it was an attack fifty years ago or an attack now, he caused it all by himself!

It's a shame that he still followed him seriously to "find the murderer", presumably at that time, "Mr. Riddle" must have laughed at his stupidity in his heart, right?

"You've finally found out?" Cyrus read Ginny's thoughts with ease, and he slowly made his way between the stone pillars where the serpent coiled. Each step creates a hollow, loud echo between the four walls of the ghostly buildings.

He had been expressionless, or rather, Cyrus's expression had been solemn, as if he was performing some terrible ritual. The rows of stone snakes on both sides seemed to keep their eyes on him, like loyal and respectful courtiers.

When he walked parallel to the last pair of stone columns, a statue as tall as the room itself appeared, clinging to the dark wall behind it.

It was an old, monkey-like face, a long, sparse beard that dragged almost all the way to the hem of a stone-carved wizard's robe, and two large gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room.

This is the Slytherin sculpture.

"Mr. Riddle......" Ginny wept bitterly, and now she found herself in some control over her body, and although she could not control her movements, her facial expression was fully expressed, revealing a weeping face.

"Mr. Riddle...... I thought we were friends......"

"I don't deny that, Ginny."

As if Cyrus was about to be pulled out of Ginny's body, translucent silver threads broke away from Ginny's body like a gushing mist, weaving another phantom in front of her.

He looked handsome, gentle, and more attractive than any of the boys in the school.

However, the more such people may be, the more they know how to make good use of their advantages.

"I thank you for your trust, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd still be in the diary." Cyrus was overjoyed, but felt a little heavy when he saw Ginny's sad expression.

To tell the truth, he really regarded Ginny as a friend, and he never wanted to harm Ginny. If the Philosopher's Stone is not successfully refined, he will also leave Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets waiting for Harry to come to his rescue, while he himself will leave with a body that has not yet been fully resurrected.

Fortunately, with the Philosopher's Stone, he can do even more.

But now, as a friend, he has one last piece of advice for this reckless little girl!

"You deceived me!" Ginny roared angrily, like a mad lioness, "We believe you! Think you're going to find that murderer with us! But you-"

"You mean deception?" Cyrus smiled mysteriously.

"All of us grew up in secrets and lies, Ginny."

He whispered.

"I believe that by this time, at least you should know, never trust a thinking thing. You should know that don't open up to a magic item easily. Remember, keep the secrets to yourself and the lies to others. ”

Sellers was like a gentle teacher, but the next moment he had a different face.

"—provided you survive today!"

Of course, he couldn't have actually killed Ginny, he just deliberately intimidated Ginny so that Ginny could remember the lesson more deeply. The lion cub was too reckless, and he was worried that Ginny would believe in something with a mind in the future.

Ginny felt unusually painful, as if something had been pulled out of her body, from the inside of the veins, from the depths of the bone marrow, from the most secret places of her heart......

Her consciousness gradually became confused, and her vision began to blur, only the shadow of the "Mr. Riddle" who was not so real seemed to be something that could be touched, but when she reached out to grab him, she found that the distance between the two people was getting farther and farther away.

There was only a vague and indifferent face and a dull darkness.

"Whoa—"

Her eyes went black, and her petite body fell forward. Cyrus took a step forward and caught Ginny before she fell to the ground.

Then, he pulled out a cloudy red hedroder. The life force in the stone is flowing.

The powerful magic in the Philosopher's Stone was fully unleashed at this moment, and the blood-colored magic was like dye, and when it came into contact with those silver threads, it immediately dyed them with their own color.

Cyrus first placed the Philosopher's Stone on Ginny's chest, and the power of the Philosopher's Stone restored Ginny's lost vitality during this time. Her pale face was flushed by the magic of the Philosopher's Stone, and her beautiful red hair was like a raging flame, full of vitality and vitality.

She looked like she was sleeping peacefully at the moment, immersed in a sweet dream.

Cyrus looked at her calm face and said "sorry" in his heart.

Then, he threw his head back and swallowed the Philosopher's Stone, the size of a baby's fist.

The scorching Philosopher's Stone became his heart, and every beat transmitted the power of life to every corner of this body. The gushing magic intertwined into a dense network of blood vessels, condensed into bones and muscles—

He is resurrected!