HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 Being caught by the Phoenix is ​​not a comfortable experience.

　　 When Jon was brought into the secret room by the Phoenix, the basilisk was moving towards Harry, and Jon in the phantom could hear its heavy body slowly sliding across the dusty ground.

　　 On the other side, Harry still closed his eyes and began to run blindly to the side, his hands stretched out in front of him and fumbled.

　　 Riddle was laughing triumphantly...

　　 Harry tripped and fell heavily on the rock. The basilisk was approaching a little bit, and the situation was urgent.

　　 Suddenly, Harry heard an explosive crack above his head. Something hit Harry hard and knocked him against the wall.

　　 He waited for the fangs to pierce into his body, when he heard a crazy hiss, something slammed the stone pillar aside.

Jon did not land on the ground, Phoenix took him through the space, but he still had to adjust his state to ensure that he would not be discovered by Riddle’s soul, and to ensure that the magic net could have a close contact with himself and ensure that he could Pass back the gains here as much as possible.

　　 Fortunately, although Hogwarts's will is not clear, he still has some instincts.

　　 On the other side, Harry was uncomfortable.

　　 He kept his eyes closed uncomfortably, so he couldn't help it anymore, opened his eyes a thin slit, trying to see what was going on.

The huge basilisk is green all over, glowing with the unique brilliant light of a poisonous snake. Its body is as thick as the trunk of an oak tree. It stretches its upper body high into the air, and its flat big head traverses indiscriminately among the stone pillars. It's like being drunk.

　　 Just when Harry was shaking and trying to close his eyes, the basilisk turned around, and Harry saw what had diverted his attention.

　　 Fox was circling its head, and the basilisk angrily rushed towards the Phoenix, his mouth exposing thin and long fangs like a saber.

Fox swooped down suddenly, and its long golden beak plunged into the basilisk's head. Suddenly, a puff of black blood splashed on the ground, like a shower. The basilisk's tail swung wildly, almost hitting it. Harry.

　　 Before Harry could close his eyes, the basilisk turned his head.

Harry saw its face head-on, saw its eyes-the two huge yellow eyes like light bulbs were both blinded by the phoenix. The black blood sprayed violently to the ground, and the basilisk snorted in pain. sound.

　　 "No!" Jon heard Riddle screaming, "Leave the bird! Leave the bird! The boy is behind you! You can still smell him! Kill him!"

　　 The blind basilisk turned around. It lost its target and didn't know what to do, but it was still very dangerous.

Fox was flying around its head, singing strange songs in his mouth, and from time to time pointed at the scaly nose of the basilisk, peck here and there, black blood gushing from the blinded eyes of the basilisk Out.

　　 "Help me, help me," Harry whispered in a bewildered voice, "Who can help me, no matter who it is!"

　　The basilisk's tail swept over again, Harry quickly lowered his head, and Jon's eyes were quick to flick his fingers, so a soft thing was scraped by the snake's tail and hit Harry in the face.

　　——The Basilisk "sweeped" the Sorting Hat into Harry's arms.

　　 Harry grabbed the hat. This was his only weapon, his only hope.

　　 He clasped it on his head indiscriminately, and then fell to the ground because the basilisk's tail swept towards him again.

　　 "Help me—help me—" Harry thought, eyes pressed tightly under his hat, "Please help me."

　　 There was no voice to answer him. Instead, the hat tightened tighter and tighter, as if there was an invisible hand clutching it desperately.

　　 As Dumbledore had expected, Harry didn't discover the secret in the hat, so Jon had to use a little method-using the special power of the founder's blood to urge the Sorting Hat to respond.

　　 Then.

　　啷!

　　 A very hard and heavy object fell on top of Harry's head and almost knocked him unconscious.

　　 A gold star appeared before his eyes. He grabbed the top of the hat and tried to take it off, but he felt a long, hard object under the hat.

　　 A shiny silver sword appeared in the hat, and the hilt was studded with a dazzling egg-sized ruby.

　　 "Kill the boy! Get out of the bird! The boy is behind you! You smell it hard—smell him!"

　　 Riddle was screaming again.

　　 But Harry stood up, ready.

　　 The basilisk's head was falling, and it turned to Harry, coiling around its body, slamming on the stone pillars.

Harry could see its two huge, **** eye sockets, and saw its mouth opened so big and big that it could swallow him whole, revealing two rows of silver swords as long as his mouth. The fangs, thin, glowing with cold, containing venom...

　　 It rushed over blindly, and Harry dodged in a hurry and hit the wall of the secret room.

　　 Then it jumped over again, and the forked tongue swished across Harry's body, and Ha used both hands to raise the silver sword, trying to resist.

　　 Basilisk rushed over again. This time its goal is clear. Harry transferred all his strength to the silver sword and plunged it deep into the basilisk's palate, so deep as to reach the hilt.

　　 However, just as the warm snake blood soaked Harry's arm, he felt a sudden piercing pain from his elbow.

　　 A long tooth with venom was sinking deeper and deeper into his arm. When the basilisk twisted in pain and rolled to the ground aside, the fang broke.

　　 Harry slid down the wall to the ground.

　　 He grabbed the long tooth that was spraying venom into his body~www.wuxiahere.com~ and pulled it out of his arm.

　　 But it was too late, and the severe pain was slowly and continuously spreading from the wound to the whole body.

　　 When he threw away his fangs and watched his blood slowly soaking into the robe, his vision had begun to blur-the secret room gradually melted into a cloud of dim colors that were spinning fast.

　　 A bright red light glided past his eyes, and Harry heard the soft claw scratching around him.

　　 "Fox," Harry said vaguely, "you are great, Fox..."

　　 Big Bird put its beautiful head on the place where he was stabbed by the basilisk fangs, and then, a black shadow stood in front of him.

　　 "You are dead, Harry Potter," Riddle's voice said above him, "dead, even Dumbledore's bird knows this.

　　 Did you see what it was doing, Potter?

　　 It is crying.

　　 I'm going to sit here and watch you die with my own eyes, Harry Potter.

　　 Don't worry, I have time. "

　　——Mentally retarded, under the phantom curse, Jon rolled his eyes, but his good qualities kept him from cursing.

　　 The tears of the phoenix are precious, so I have to talk to Dumbledore later.

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