After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Unfortunately, Lockhart was "disconnected", but it doesn't matter, there is still Riddle.

Although Riddle was confused about the current development of events, this did not prevent him from suddenly wanting to teach the Savior a lesson.

Anyway, the fact that this Gryffindor brat had the title of "savior who defeated the Dark Lord" was enough to make him angry.

Close the door and release the basilisk!

In order to prevent the two little ghosts from dying too quickly, Riddle "kindly" reminded them in the dark: "I advise you to close your eyes. If you see the eyes of the basilisk, you will die on the spot!"

"But if we close our eyes, we can't even run away!" Ron shouted hoarsely in panic.

Harry half hugged and half dragged Ginny who was lying on the cold ground. "Ron, come and give me a hand! Damn it, you don't even care about your own sister?!"

"I'm sorry!" Ron apologized loudly in a crying voice, then stumbled over and dragged Ginny with Harry as they ran towards the door.

But the gate was closed and they couldn't get out.

"Harry, what do we do now?"

Harry thought to himself: "Let's see what happens."

At this time, they all half-closed their eyes, and vaguely heard the sound of the mechanism moving on the statue's side, and the subsequent sound of scales rubbing against each other.

The huge body meandered down the statue. Even though Harry and Ron couldn't see clearly, they could still feel the heart-pounding pressure from the basilisk.

Ron's legs were shaking like sieves. He was extremely envious of the unconscious Ginny, who knew nothing and did not have to face anything.

But as he wished, not long after, he was whipped away by Helbo's tail, hit against a hard pillar and fainted.

Harry was also in a state of severe battle damage. Even with his eyes open, he couldn't see the basilisk clearly because the blood flowing from his head had blurred his eyes.

Riddle watched with a sneer on the side.

Just when Harry was about to die in the snake's mouth, a clear and melodious bird song sounded above the Chamber of Secrets. Dumbledore's phoenix appeared from nowhere, with the Sorting Hat in its beak.

The next second, Mr. Hat was thrown right next to Harry's hand.

Harry tried to open his eyes wide. He was not mistaken. There was a sword in the hat!

Draw the sword, draw the sword!

A piercing pain came from his arm, and at the same time, he was covered in the spurting snake blood.

When Yang Mei, Draco and Voldemort came out of the space inside the wall, they saw this tragic scene - Harry held the sword of Gryffindor in his hand and stabbed the sword upwards from the inside of Hercules' mouth. While the basilisk's upper jaw was pierced, Harry's arm was also pierced by the basilisk's fangs!

"Really? It's so big!" Draco's first reaction was, is his Orb going to fight such a big snake?

When Orb sticks in front of people, they can't see where it is.

Draco held his forehead and confirmed that silly Orb thought he was fighting with Herbo, but Herbo probably thought the little snake was playing hide-and-seek with him.

The game of hide-and-seek seemed childish to Obusides, who was used to the bustling city, but for Helpo, who had been sleeping for most of the past thousand years, this game was just right.

Who would have thought that a thousand years ago, Herbo would not bother to play with a small snake as thick as a chopstick, but a thousand years later, he can now play with a real chopstick for a long time.

Yang Mei was helpless: "It's already this late, and you're still talking like this. The sword was only stabbed in not long ago, it can still be saved."

It is said that if food falls on the ground, it can still be eaten as long as it is picked up within three seconds.

By the same token, if the sword is pulled out, this snake monster, which has just been killed, may still be able to be rescued.

"Well, you're right." Draco paused, then immediately cast a spell, moving Harry, who was already at the end of his strength, and the sword in his hand to the side.

As Ollivander had said, Draco's hawthorn wand was particularly effective at performing healing magic.

Although Haierbo didn't recover immediately, at least the bleeding had stopped.

Salazar came out leisurely: "Didn't make it, or was he shot?"

"...He was shot, but he can be saved." Yang Mei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Wasn't this old ancestor's emotions a little too stable?

"Oh, that's fine. It's tough and can hold on." Salazar waved his hand and saw the little red bird circling in the sky. "This phoenix looks less and less like a phoenix. I saw their phoenixes in the East many years ago."

Draco couldn't help laughing, "Phil said it was a turkey earlier!"

"Turkey?" Salazar took another look. "It's quite a descriptive image indeed."

Yang Mei thought for a moment: "We can't let this bird go back. What if Dumbledore can understand bird language? Wouldn't he know what happened here? It's not that we are afraid of him knowing, but if he knows, it will cause us a lot of trouble. This is totally unnecessary."

Salazar pointed at Harry, who looked like he was about to die of poison. "This kid's arm was pierced by Herpo's fangs. Phoenix tears can help him detoxify."

At this point he hesitated: "This turkey-like phoenix should still have this function, right? Could it be that its tears have also degenerated and are no longer effective in detoxification?"

Yang Mei, Draco: "..."

Voldemort, Riddle: "..."

They don't know either.

Voldemort was still quite caring towards Riddle. In just a few words he explained Salazar's identity and the help that their ancestor was willing to give them.

"Let's give it a try. After all, it's Dumbledore's bird. It will always be willing to save their savior. If tears don't work, then stew this turkey. Give half to Potter to detoxify, and the other half to Helmer to heal his wounds. What do you think?" Yang Mei looked at everyone.

"Stewed?!" Draco stammered, "You are kidding, this is Dumbledore's pet after all. I heard he has kept it for many years!"

Yang Mei said confidently: "So what? Herbo has been our ancestors' pet for more than a thousand years. If it weren't for Dumbledore's bird bringing the sword of Gryffindor, how could Herbo be killed?

I didn't ask him for anything else, at most I could give him a turkey as compensation after I get out!"

Even Voldemort and Riddle had small eyes, which looked bright and charming.

They were sure that when Yang Mei mentioned "compensating Dumbledore with a turkey", it should be a real turkey that could be called a turkey in every sense of the word.

Salazar laughed. He felt that Yang Mei’s personality was really to his liking. How could this child not be his heir?

Alas, the loss of one hundred million!

Phoenix Fox was strangled by fate, with his eyes the size of green beans wide open, which looked a little cute at first glance.

But Yang Meilang was as hard-hearted as iron and turned a blind eye to it.

Maybe he understood the terrible fate of being stewed, but Fawkes put his head on the wound on Harry's arm and shed tears.

The effect wasn't immediate, but you could see that Harry's purple face and lips were slowly fading.

"I suspect it understood that you were going to stew it, so it's working so hard." Draco felt very complicated as he looked at Fawkes who was still trying hard to squeeze out tears.