"What are you talking about?" Harry said.

"Diary," Riddle said, "My Diary. For months, little Ginny had been writing her heartfelt words, telling me her distressing worries and sorrows: how she was teased by her brothers, how she had to wear old robes and come to school with old books, and, she thought-" Riddle's eyes flashed sly, "--thinking that the famous, kind, great Harry Potter would never like her..."

When Riddle spoke, his eyes never left Harry's face. A look of almost greed was hidden in his eyes.

"It's so boring. Listen to an eleven-year-old girl talking about her childish worries," he continued. "But I was patient and wrote some words to reply to her. I was kind and understanding. Ginny fell in love with me. Oh, Tom, no one understands me like you... I'm so happy to have this diary, which can tell you the intimate words... like having a friend who can be carried in your pocket..."

Riddle let out a cold and harsh laugh, unlike a sixteen-year-old child. This made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand up.

"It's not that I brag myself, Harry, I've always been able to confuse people as I want. So Ginny opened her whole soul to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I needed. I devoured her most secret fear, the deepest secret, and her appetite grew bigger and bigger. I gradually became stronger, much stronger than the little Miss Weasley. It was strong enough to reveal my secrets to Miss Weasley, and began to open a small part of my soul to her..."

"What did you say?" Harry asked, feeling his throat dry and ignited.

"Can't you guess it, Harry Potter?" Riddle said softly, "It was Ginny Weasley who opened the secret room. She strangled the rooster from the school and smeared the scary words on the wall. It was she who released the Slytherin's basil monster, attacked four mud breeds, and the squinting skinny cat."

"Impossible." Harry murmured.

"Yes," Riddle said calmly, "Of course, at first she didn't know what she was doing. It was very interesting. I really hope you can read some of her new diaries... It's getting more and more interesting... Dear Tom," he looked into Harry's frightened eyes, reciting the contents of the diary, "I feel like I'm losing my memory. My robes are full of chicken feathers, and I don't know how they get them up. Dear Tom, I don't remember what I did on Halloween Eve, but

A cat was killed, and my chest was covered with paint. Dear Tom, Percy always told me that I was not good and looked a little abnormal. I think he might have doubted me... Another attack happened today, and I can't remember where I was. Tom, what should I do? I feel like I'm going crazy... Harry's brother always looked cold and saw that I was petrified in public. Today, he petrified a Hufflepuff in public. The students all said he did it, but I think I was the murderer who attacked all these people, Tom!"

Harry's fists clenched, his nails sank deep into the flesh, and he didn't notice Riddle's tone pausing slightly when he mentioned Sauron.

"After a long time, the silly little Ginny no longer trusted her diary." Riddle said, "She finally became suspicious and tried to throw it away. You were inserted in that time, Harry. I was so happy that you found it. I didn't expect that among so many people, you actually picked up this diary. You are the person I most desperate to meet..."

"Why do you want to see me?" Harry asked. He was so angry that he was furious that he had to keep his tone steady.

"Oh, that's it, Harry, Ginny told me all about you," Riddle said, "that thrilling past events of yours." His eyes flew over the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, and his face became more hungry. "I know, I have to know you more, talk to you, and see you in person if possible. So I decided to let you witness my famous feat of catching Hagrid's big fool to gain your trust in me."

"Hagge is my friend," said Harry, his voice trembling now, "You have framed him, have you? I thought you were wrong, but I didn't expect-"

Riddle let out his sharp and harsh laughter again.

"It was me who exposed Hagrid, Harry. You can imagine what was going on in front of Mr. Armando Dippet. On the one hand, I, Tom Riddle, was born in poverty but extremely smart, and both parents were dead but both wise and brave. I was a predecessor and a model student in the school. On the other hand, I was a stupid Hagrid, who was clumsy and troubled, and had to make trouble every other week. He raised werewolf cubs under the bed and sneaked to the Forbidden Forest to fight the monsters. But I have to admit that even I didn't expect the plan to be implemented so smoothly.

I thought someone would have realized that Hager could not be the heir of Slytherin. It took me five years to find out the situation in the secret room and discover the secret entrance... Could it be that Hager has such a mind and such ability? It seems that only the transforming teacher Dumbledore thinks Hager is innocent. He persuaded Dippet to stay Hager and train him to guard the hunting ground. Yes, I think Dumbledore probably noticed it. Dumbledore never seemed to like me like other teachers..."

"I dare say Dumbledore had seen you through it long ago." Harry said gritting his teeth.

"Yeah, he has been closely monitoring me since Hagrid was expelled, very annoying." Riddle said casually, "I know that it would be unsafe for me to open the secret room when I was in school. But I don't want to waste my years of hard work on finding the secret room. I decided to leave a diary to keep the sixteen-year-old me in those pages, so that one day, by luck, I can lead another person along my footsteps and complete the noble cause of Salazar Slytherin."

"But you didn't finish it," Harry said proudly, "this time, no one died, and even the cat was not dead. Within a few hours, the Mandela herbs were prepared, and those petrified could survive."

"Didn't I tell you just now?" Riddle said softly, "To me, killing the mud breed is no longer important. For many months, my new goal has been - you."

Harry stared at him in shock.

"When my diary was opened again, it was Ginny, not you, Imagine how annoyed I was. Do you know, she was very nervous when she saw the diary in your hand. What if you discovered the way to use it, I would reveal her secret to you? Or worse, what if I told you who strangled the rooster from the school? So, this stupid little guy waited until there was no one in your dormitory and went in and stole the diary. But I knew what I had to do. I could tell that you were looking for the heir of Slytherin. Judging from the situation Ginny revealed to me about you, I knew you would do everything possible to solve it.

Open this secret - especially one of your best friend was also attacked. Ginny once told me that everyone was talking about you and you would be talking about the snake-like accent, especially your brother or Slytherin, and the whole school was in full swing... So, I asked Ginny to write a line of death books on the wall and come here to wait. She struggled desperately, crying and making a fuss, which was really annoying. But there was no more life in her body: she injected most of her life into the diary, and injected into me, so that I could finally leave the diary. I have been waiting for you since Ginny and I arrived here. I know you will come. I have many questions waiting to ask you, Harry Potter."

"What's the problem?" Harry asked sternly, his fists still clenched.

"For example," Riddle said, with a happy smile on his face, "How did the two babies, without any particularly magical spells, defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How could you escape safely, leaving only a scar, and Voldemort's power was destroyed?" Now, a strange red light flashed in his hungry eyes. "Why do you care about how I escaped?" Harry asked in a long voice, "Voldemort happened many years after you died."

"Voldemort," Riddle said softly, "it's my past, present and future, Harry Potter..." He pulled out Hah's wand from his pocket, drew a few strokes in the air, and wrote out three shiny names: tommarvoliddle, and then he waved the wand, and the letters automatically changed positions, becoming: Iamlordvolde-mort.

"See?" he whispered, "This name was used when I was studying at Hogwarts, of course, only for my closest friends. Do you think I will use the name of my dirty Muggle father for the rest of my life? You know, in my blood, Salazar Slytherin himself, was passed to me through his daughter! Will I still keep the name of the disgusting ordinary Muggle? He abandoned me before I was born because he found out that his wife was a witch! No, Harry. I came up with a new name for myself, and I know that one day when I became the greatest magician in the world, wizards everywhere dared not say this name easily!"

Harry's mind seemed to froze. He looked at Riddle cumbersomely. It was this person, an orphan who had both parents died. After growing up, he actually killed himself and his brother's parents, and so many others... Finally, Harry finally forced himself to speak.

"You're not." He said, his calm voice full of hatred.

"Not what?" Riddle asked sternly.

"Not the greatest magician in the world," Harry said with a rapid breathing. "I'm sorry to let you down, but the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore. Everyone says so. Even when you are strong, you dare not try to control Hogwarts. Dumbledore saw through you when you were in school. He still scares you now, no matter where you are hiding these days." Harry took a breath, "not only that, just last year, your plot failed again," Harry said loudly, "My brother defeated you!"

The smile on Riddle's face disappeared, and he changed into a cold and arrogant expression. "I just used my memory to drive Dumbledore and your brother out of this castle," he said gritting his teeth.

"You think so beautifully, they didn't leave!" Harry retorted. He said casually, just trying to scare Riddle. He hoped that what he said was true, but he couldn't believe it.

Riddle opened his mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly stood there.

Music came from somewhere. Riddle turned around and looked at the empty secret room. The music became louder and louder. The sound was illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it was exciting to hear it. It made Harry's hair stand up on his scalp, making his heart swell twice as much as it was. The music became louder and louder, and finally Harry felt that it seemed to be vibrating in his chest. At this moment, the nearest stone pillar suddenly spewed out of flames.

A crimson bird suddenly fell from the sky, as big as a crane, playing its weird music on the vaulted ceiling. It had a golden tail, as long as the tail of a peacock, and a pair of golden claws, holding a ragged package on it.

A second later, the big bird flew straight towards Harry. It threw the ragged thing on its paw at Harry's feet and perched heavily on Harry's shoulder. As it closed its two huge wings, Harry raised his head and saw it had a long, sharp golden beak and two shiny black eyes. The big bird stopped singing. It sat quietly on Harry's shoulder, warmly pressing against Harry's cheek, and stared at Riddle with a firm look. "It's a phoenix..." Riddle also stared at it fiercely and said.

"Fox?" Harry was so surprised that he was breathless, feeling the big bird's seeds gently grab his shoulder. "That thing-" Riddle turned his eyes to the tattered thing that Fox had just thrown down, "It's the school's torn division hat." It was indeed it. It was dirty, wrinkled, and patched, lying motionless at Harry's feet. Riddle laughed wildly again. He laughed so hard that the dark secret room was shaking slightly, as if ten Riddles were laughing loudly at the same time. "That's what Dumbledore gave him to protector! A singing bird and a torn hat! Harry Potter, do you think you have the courage? Do you think you are safe?"

Harry didn't answer. He might not see what Fox and the Sorting Hat were useful, but he felt no longer alone. He waited for Riddle to stop his crazy laughter with growing courage. "Get back to the point, Harry," Riddle said, still smiling proudly, "We have encountered two encounters in your past and my future. I didn't kill you twice. How did you survive? Tell me everything. How long do you say it, how long can your life last." Haha

Leigh was thinking quickly, weighing his chances of winning. Riddle held a wand. He, Harry, had Fox and the Sorting Hat, both of which were of little use in duels. Indeed, things were not good. But the longer Riddle stood there, the less lives Ginny had... At the same time, Harry suddenly realized that Riddle's originally vague outline was becoming clear and stable. If there had to be a fight between him and Riddle, the faster the better.

"No one knows why you suddenly lost your power when you attacked me and Sauron," Harry said thornly, "I don't know either. But I know why you couldn't kill us. Because my mother died to save us. That ordinary muggle-born mother," he continued, trembling all over because she tried her best to suppress her anger. "She stopped you from killing me and my brother. I've seen the real you, and last year I saw you again. You were only a bunch of rags left, which can only be considered half-dead. Seeing that you were powerful, you ended up in this situation. You were hiding everywhere, you were ugly, disgusting!"

Riddle narrowed his eyes. Then he showed a hideous smile.

"So that's it. Your mother died to save you. Yes, that's a very effective curse technique. I understand now--after all, there is nothing special about you. You know, I can't figure this out. Because there are some peculiar similarities between me and your brothers, Harry Potter. You must have noticed it yourself. We are both mixed blood, all orphans, and were raised by Muggles. Perhaps it's the only two serpent accents that have entered Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself. As for your brother, like me, a powerful Slytherin, we even look a little similar... But after all, it turns out that you just escaped from me by luck. That's all I want to know."

Harry stood there, waiting nervously for Riddle to raise his wand. But Riddle's smile became even more ferocious, but suddenly, his eyes shrank and looked behind Harry.

As if Harry's shadow appeared from the darkness, he walked out slowly, with the same figure and appearance, and even a big bird squatted on his shoulders - a black phoenix.

"You are Sauron..." Voldemort's voice was gloomy and depressing, and he narrowed his red eyes, "I'm really surprised."

Harry was extremely surprised to see Soren. At least he knew that Soren was much stronger than him. Perhaps, he could take these people out of danger. "Sorren, this person is Voldemort. He caught Ginny here and wanted to..." Harry said anxiously, but Soren interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

Sauron looked at Voldemort with a blank expression on his face, while Forbertell provocatively tweeted at Fox.

"Fate is amazing," Sauron said coldly, "and again, I face you, Voldemort," he narrowed his eyes, "and how much I look forward to this reunion."

"Hmph." Voldemort sneered, "Then let's compete with strength. On one side is Voldemort, the heir of Salazar Slytherin, and on the other side are the Porter brothers, with a revenge heart and the best weapon Dumbledore could give him."

Voldemort stared cautiously at Sauron, took a few steps back, and looked up at the face of the Slytherin statue hidden high in the darkness. He opened his mouth and hissed-but Harry understood what he said.

"Tell me, Slytherin - the greatest of the four Hogwarts."

Harry quickly turned around and looked up at the statue. Fox shook his shoulder. He was about to remind Sauron, but he heard Sauron's arrogant and cold voice, "It's meaningless, Voldemort, you, sixteen, have you the right to resist in my hands."

Slytherin's huge stone sculpture face moved. Harry was extremely frightened to see its mouth open, wider and wider, and finally formed a huge black hole.

Something moves in the statue's mouth. Something slides upward from the depths of the statue.

"Take Ginny away from this, Harry." Sauron said calmly, and with a wave of his wand, Ginny floated gently and flew towards Harry.

Harry nodded, pulled Ginny back, his eyes closed tightly, and he felt a behemoth suddenly fall on the stone ground, and the secret room trembled. Harry knew what was going on, and he could feel that he could almost see the giant snake spreading its coiled body from Slytherin's mouth. Then, he heard Riddle's hissing sound: "Kill them."

The huge snake monster was green all over, shining with the bright light of a poisonous snake, and its body was as thick as the trunk of an oak tree. The cold yellow eyes flashed with a cold light and walked over again in a winding manner.

"Hmph." Sauron was disdainful and had no intention of avoiding the gaze of the Basilisk. In Voldemort's surprised gaze, Sauron observed the Basilisk indifferently. When he turned around and looked at Voldemort, Voldemort saw Soren's cold and sharp golden eyes.

Fubertol flew towards the snake monster with a sharp cry. When he passed by the snake monster's head, his claws passed by, but he lifted a large piece of the snake monster's flesh, almost revealing his bones. At this time, Fuchs also flew over and pecked the long beak as sharp as a sword into the snake monster's skull. In fact, contrary to the gorgeous appearance of the phoenix, the phoenix's attack was extremely bloody and cruel. The black blood of the snake monster splashed onto the ground, like a shower. The snake monster's tail swung wildly, and blindly wanted to bite the phoenix in the air, but it was flexibly flashed by.

Voldemort pursed his lips, "It seems that the snake monster can't help much," he said indifferently. He looked at Soren, staring at his golden pupils without hesitation. In his eyes with red light, his pupils also shrank slightly, becoming a little narrow. "We really look like it."

"I'm stronger than you now," Sauron said indifferently, "you have no chance of winning."

"I admit it." Voldemort was very calm, "but I still have to fight," he said freely, "killing the weak and then dying at the hands of the stronger, perhaps dying in the real battle of the strong is what I expected."

The two were silent. The next moment, Sauron and Voldemort waved their wands over their heads at the same time and pointed at each other. The tip of the wand flashed with lightning passed through the air, causing a sound like thunder. Then, the red and green spells rushed together between the two, bursting out a terrible magic wave, which shocked the entire secret room.

The two of them kept releasing spells to each other, and at the same time, without avoiding the spells shot in them, black flames ignited on Sauron's body, annihilated all the spells fired by Voldemort. Similarly, Voldemort also rose a thin layer of green flames around him. Occasionally, several spells passed through the flame barrier, and they would be dispersed by Voldemort. The two were venting their power to the fullest, and the overflowing spell power turned the ground around them into fine sand.

Harry dragged Ginny through the corridor, his heart full of worries. Sauron was his only relative, fighting a dangerous and ugly snake and Voldemort, but he knew that he might not be able to help when he went back.

Soon, Harry could hear the sound of moving the stone. It was Ron. He was trying his best to move the stone away on the other side of the collapsed pile of stones. Now there was a gap next to the pile of stones. Hearing footsteps, Ron asked nervously: "Harry, is it you Harry?!"

"It's me." Harry tried to calm down his tone and put his face in front of the gap, "Ginny is with me."

"Ginny! How is she?" Ron said nervously, "Is she okay?"

"She fainted." Harry said quickly, "I'll take her out, the Snake Monster is in the secret room, and Voldemort."

"What?!" Ron gasped and said in horror, "Are they chasing me?" At the same time, he worked harder to move the stones, hoping to dig out a hole in the pile of stones immediately. "Harry quickly move the stones, let's leave here."

"They didn't chase after him, Sauron was inside, he was fighting Voldemort." Harry was nervous, he gritted his teeth and said firmly: "I want to go back, you continue to move the stone."

"Are you crazy?" Ron shouted, "Are you going to die?"

Harry stopped. He could not deny the fear in his heart. For the Basil and Voldemort, he could clearly feel his body trembling constantly due to fear and tension, but he knew that he could not leave his brother alone to face the enemy, otherwise he would never forgive himself. He couldn't help but hold his hand tightly, and then he realized that he was still holding the shabby branch hat in his hand. Harry really didn't understand the purpose of Fox bringing this hat to him, facing Voldemort

What's the use of this? Harry closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened his eyes, suppressed the fear in his heart, and walked resolutely towards the secret room. When he took the first step, he suddenly felt the hat in his hand becoming heavy. He was stunned for a moment, looking at the hat in his hand, as if something was wrapped inside. He reached into the hat and touched a long, hard thing under the hat - a shiny silver sword appeared in the hat, with a dazzling egg-sized ruby ​​on the hilt.

Harry looked at the sword in his hand in surprise, then he raised his head and ran quickly towards the secret room.

The secret room was in a mess, with broken stones everywhere, and Sauron and Voldemort were still fighting, but it could be seen that the young Voldemort seemed to be very difficult. The green flames around him were already very thin, which forced him to turn into black smoke from time to time to flash elsewhere to avoid Sauron's spell.

"Avadassauri!" Voldemort flashed behind Sauron, quickly released a death curse, and then shouted "Armor protection!"

Sauron issued a bright golden spell, which rippled a ripple on the surface of Voldemort's protective spell, and shot towards Slytherin's statue, blowing Slytherin's old face into a deep pit, leaving only the hole that was originally for the snake monster to enter and exit.

Sauron frowned and looked at the embarrassed Voldemort. He could feel that Voldemort's power was weakening, not life force, but the power of the soul. He couldn't help but sneer, "You can't win, Voldemort."

"I know." Surprisingly free and easy.

"Then, let's end this farce." Sauron opened his arms, and the air in the entire secret room was shaking. Voldemort looked at Sauron cautiously and tentatively issued a death spell, but the green light just flew out of the wand and quickly dissipated in the air. Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to flash and leave, but found that the entire space was filled with chaotic and violent magic fluctuations. Obviously, Sauron wanted to win with absolute power. After all, the sixteen-year-old Voldemort had just ignited the original fire, and coupled with the original body that was not a soul, he could not resist at all.

Black chains suddenly appeared in the void, and mysterious runes surrounded the chains with black flames. One end of the chain extended into the void, and the other end was buried in Sauron's body.

Black flames suddenly rose from the ground at Voldemort's feet, surrounding him.

"This is my respect for you," Sauron said coldly, "To completely dissipate into the world!"
To be continued...