The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

It was less than two hours since Sun Zhu left the Blake old house. She tiptoed when she left and was just as timid when she came back - she was afraid that anyone would find out that she was not in the house, but ran away on Christmas Eve.

Although she was mercilessly mocked by Mr. Long again, she firmly believed that she had good reasons for being cowardly. After all, if she was discovered, how would she explain it? Even if she told the truth, no one would believe that she had just returned to Hogwarts and captured the terrifying basilisk that had lived for thousands of years and could kill people and was kept in the Chamber of Secrets by the school's founder.

Fortunately, her bad luck indicator for today should have run out, and nothing she imagined happened. After returning to her room safely, she buried her head in the quilt and finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the wound still felt numb and itchy.

The pain was not so severe anymore, but the terrifying feeling of being bitten by the basilisk still remained in Sun Zhu's mind. Whenever he thought about it, it seemed to start to hurt again.

She lay on her back on the four-poster bed, looking at the ceiling that was dyed burgundy by the wall lamps, and rubbed her temples gently.

"Host, you should rest now. The basilisk has been subdued, and the rest can be dealt with slowly. Although your wounds have healed, you still need to recover your strength."

Sun Zhu shook her head, raised her right hand, and looked at the beads on her wrist. Although what Xiao Tongzi said was right, Uncle Long had gone out for such a long trip today, and had used up his spiritual power to protect her wounds, and he still needed to go back to the beads to rest. Moreover, she was a mortal body, and was bitten again. If she hadn't had enough luck, she would have been a ghost now.

Moreover, staying up so late is really a big test for her usual routine.

"I can't keep this from Dumbledore for long, so I have to make a quick decision. Either do nothing, or do it to the end. Now, the basilisk's venom, I just need to ask it and it will hand over its venom. Then why do I keep that idiot old Voldemort in the mirror? Am I keeping him as a pet?"

Although, he was indeed quite handsome... but no mortal could afford this kind of poisonous opium, and she had neither the energy nor the interest to convert this devil who had killed so many innocent people.

"But, host, you..."

"Okay, you continue to help me keep an eye on the situation outside. I'm going to send the mirror spirit Riddle to see Merlin now."

She rolled up her sleeves, took something out of her Niffler bag, and carefully smeared the venom that the basilisk had just been forced to hand over on it.

The creatures trapped in the Xumi Pearl could not defy her will. Sun Zhu didn't know how the basilisk would extract its own venom, but when she gave the order, the basilisk could only pull out one of its fangs and offer its own venom.

"Host, be careful. You are not immune to this poison. Although you have an antidote, this is still highly toxic..."

"Okay, okay, I understand. Don't worry, I'll just put it on here."

She put a handkerchief under her hand, on which lay a dart of ancient shape.

That was the birthday present that senior Tonks had given her.

Different from the Western darts used as competition events, this is a traditional Chinese throwing dart made of metal with pointed ends.

Although Tonks' mother, Andromeda, was expelled from the family tree by the Black family, which always attached great importance to bloodline, after she married the hemp-born wizard Ted Tonks, her family still collected many strange and eccentric things based on the long history of ancient Black.

It is said that this dart was found by senior sister Tonks from some unknown collection cabinet. She studied it for a long time but could not understand how the weapons of Oriental Muggles were used, so she gave it to the only Oriental person she knew.

"I only know that this thing looks like it can be used for self-defense. If you study it, you may be able to discover its true use." Senior sister Tonks seemed to have said this to her.

But she was incompetent. She had never practiced wrist strength specifically, and she had no master to teach her the techniques. Apart from knowing that it could be thrown out to hurt people, she hadn't figured out anything else.

"But now, I know what I can do with it. I can't use the Gryffindor Knight's Sword. But I have the darts my senior gave me. Who says Hufflepuffs don't have weapons?"

She carried the all-purpose Niffler bag in one hand and carefully held the dart through the handkerchief in the other, and slipped into the storage room again.

"Host, everyone else has fallen asleep, and there is nothing unusual for now, but you still have to be careful."

Sun Zhu subconsciously looked at her wound again. The damage on her clothes had been repaired by her magic spell, but the lingering numbness and itching had not completely subsided, reminding her that what had just happened was not a dream.

It can be seen that the poison of the basilisk is not to be underestimated. Even if you are not really poisoned, even if you have the best panacea, it will take a lot of time for the wound to heal.

However, only this kind of poison can completely eliminate the sinful soul.

She pulled back the red cloth covering the Mirror of Erised and tapped the mirror.

"Tom, I'm back. Sorry for the long wait."

The mirror soon showed the 17-year-old Tom Riddle again, his handsome and evil face looked unhappy. He noticed that the girl who came back seemed to have changed slightly.

"You..." He forced himself to suppress his unhappiness, "You saw the basilisk? You came back so soon, you are not afraid to go."

"Although I'm not a Gryffindor, I still have a little bit of courage." Sun Zhu put the Niffler backpack at his feet and took out Tang Laoliu from it.

"You know this, Tom?" She waved it at him. "You must be familiar with it, after all, you've been parasitizing it for decades."

Riddle's face in the mirror quickly became grim - he was still so bad at controlling his emotions.

"You were sent by Dumbledore? You are not Black..."

Sun Zhu quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, of course he didn't send me. I'm still trying to avoid him. But I'm definitely not from the Black family. Don't you think that an Asian like me can have the last name Black? Do you think you're reading some Mary Sue fan fiction?"

She shrugged indifferently, not caring whether Mirror Spirit Riddle could understand her or not. "Actually, I am... um, Merlin, and Helga, and... I haven't thought about the others yet. Anyway, I am the descendant of many powerful and great figures. You deserve to lose to me today. When you embarked on the wrong path of gaining immortality by slaughtering others, you should have known that this was your destiny."

"You look like a madman to me! How can the Dark Lord be wrong?" Riddle said angrily, "Do you think you can deal with me? Dumbledore can't do anything to me. Even if he knows who I am, he still can't destroy me! As long as I exist, Voldemort will definitely come back. By then, you, the Black family, and all those who want to oppose me will all become sacrifices to the Dark Lord!"

Sun Zhu shook the dart in his hand: "Ah, I made it up. No, I remembered that I am actually a descendant of the dragon! The Eastern Dragon! It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just remember what I said. When you go to see Merlin, you can ask him to find out who the Eastern gods are. It's okay if you don't understand how you died. After all, this is indeed a problem that cannot be explained by science."

"What is that weapon in your hand?"

She sighed, "I don't want to say so much. The more I talk, the more I feel like a villain. I could have killed you with a single dart, but that would have been too easy for you. If I don't let you know why you lost and who killed you, then it would be like walking in the night in brocade clothes. How can it be considered true revenge?"

"You think you can just pick up a weird thing..."

"Tom, I want you to pay for your past and future sins. For Myrtle at the beginning, for the many heroic wizards of the Order of the Phoenix, for the Potters, for those innocent Muggles who were implicated and have no names... for many, many other people." She ignored the slices of the Dark Lord who still looked confused and gradually panicked. "You are just one of the slices. Killing you is not true revenge. But it doesn't matter. The rest of your slice companions will soon accompany you. Then you can get together and try to put them together to see if you can form a complete human being."

She walked forward slowly and poked the tip of the dart in her hand hard into the mirror.

The sharp corner easily made a hole in the mirror. She heard a "crackling" sound, and a spider-web-like crack appeared, while wisps of black gas seeped out from the mirror.

In the mirror, Tom's handsome face also shattered into pieces. He still looked confused, as if he didn't understand what she had done to make him suffer such heart-wrenching and soul-devouring pain.

Although he had no heart or lungs, he still stared at the black-haired girl in front of him in pain and unwillingness. Although he didn't understand most of what she said, he knew that she knew everything about him.

Unfortunately, he was just a soul. Even though he inherited all the memories of Voldemort, he was confined in this mirror by Dumbledore and was unable to transmit what he saw.

But the girl in front of him didn't seem to be worried about this problem at all. It seemed that it wasn't the other soul fragments of the Dark Lord that were targeting her, but she had been targeting them for a long time.

Before his consciousness was completely swallowed up, he saw her carefully put away the strange weapon that killed him, and turned around to wave goodbye to him.

"Have I completed this little task? I'm so sleepy. I need to go back and rest."

Sun Zhu yawned, pulled out the wand from his bag, and chanted a restoration spell on the broken mirror.

The mirror soon returned to its original state, but no matter how hard she knocked, the evil Dark Lord would not appear.

Seeing the images of her parents and others about to reappear, she quickly clapped her hands and covered the place with the red cloth again.

"Dumbledore must have sensed something. Don't forget my amethyst necklace, little Tongzi."

She held the sniff bag and reminded Tongzi in her heart, then carefully opened the door and tiptoed back to her room.

But when Tongzi reminded him in surprise, he saw his father standing at the door of his room with a look of surprise on his face.