Harry sat on his knees in front of Ron, calling incessantly. Ron seemed to be having a seizure, his whole body convulsed, and he foamed at the mouth.

No, if it goes on like this, sooner or later you will bite your tongue and you will have to stuff something hard in Ron's mouth...... Harry still knows this first aid knowledge!

He instinctively reached out and tried to shove it into Ron's mouth, but assessed the bite of the other man's teeth and wisely picked up his wand.

Harry mentally moved again...... After all, this is his own wand, which is quite useful, and it is still Fawkes's tail feathers...... Reluctant!

Harry picked up Ron's wand and slipped it into his mouth.

Twelve and a quarter of an inch...... Made of oak wood...... Hardness...... So so.

Anyway, the hardness in Ron's mouth was quite average, and just listening to the click, the products made by Cedric's small workshop left a row of terrible cracks.

The slender basilisk swam out of Ron's chest and swam out.

It was no more than a meter long, green all over, and had a bright red feather on its head, like the red crown of a rooster.

I don't know, I thought it was a hybrid of chickens and snakes.

Taking advantage of Harry's attention to Ron, it secretly took Harry's wand on the ground, put it in its mouth, and then spam away on the ground.

It crawled down Riddle's thighs to his shoulders, lifted its little head, and wagged its tail at the boy in an inviting manner.

Riddle took Harry's wand, he played with it lightly, and smiled, "Potter, see, this is how I control Ron.

A very useful magic that allows you to use the Parseltongue to control them from afar as you put snakes in your body. ”

"That's why all those who were attacked identified you."

Harry looked up and stared at Riddle.

"Don't look at me like that." Riddle laughed playfully, "You think I attacked so many wizards just to blame you?

In addition to Ron, I placed five juvenile basilisks in the bodies of the other attackers. ”

"Harry." Riddle whispered softly, enjoying every second of the other's horror.

"Believe me, it's not just Ron's life and death, it's your immediate concern, but also your classmates...... Five lives.

And I, with a single thought, can destroy them...... Unless you help me. ”

Harry looked nervous, almost out of control.

"Please," he said, raising his eyes and slurring his words, "I grant you any request......

"Good." Riddle had ecstasy on his face.

He placed the diary on the table and spread it out gently, each page covered with intricate patterns of ancient magic words and spells.

Riddle pinched the juvenile basilisk and rested it quietly in his journal as he began to prepare for the resurrection ritual.

On the chase for immortality, Voldemort went farther than anyone else.

He was only sixteen years old when he made his first Horcrux, but he had already found several resurrection spells.

But unlike the main body, Riddle, who lives in the diary, is just a piece of soul.

Since it was the first split, his soul fragments were indeed relatively large, but they still couldn't be compared to the main body.

He can only appear from the diary if he keeps communicating with Ron, seducing Ron to share his soul and absorb the life force.

And that's just the first step!

In order to transform himself from a soul state into an independent form, Riddle absorbed the souls and life force of six people at the same time.

The six people who were attacked were all hotbeds of his growth.

This is also the reason why Dumbledore has never dared to act rashly, he must wait for Riddle to take the initiative to take back the basilisk.

Otherwise, these people will all die!

Now is the time to reclaim that power.

Riddle waved his wand at the basilisk, chanting a spell in his mouth.

Almost instantly, the basilisk dried up, and the invisible life force flowed into the diary.

At the same time, the five basilisks that lived in other people's bodies quickly dried up.

All the soul power they absorb flows into the diary.

Riddle's body glowed a rich green, and his shoulders, neck, face, and head were covered in intricate patterns of ancient magic and spells.

It's exactly the same as in the diary.

On Riddle's head, there are six strange Ouroboros patterns.

"Fragments of the souls of innocents can make me whole!" Riddle muttered to himself.

His current state has been transformed from a soul into a body.

"Come on, Harry, make a spell with me, you said, completely voluntary!" Riddle said softly.

Harry stood up blankly, letting Riddle play with it.

Riddle paced around the room, waving his wand and chanting the ancient scriptures softly to himself.

Thick white smoke, accompanied by his chanting, rose in clusters.

The basilisk absorbed the life force, which was not enough to resurrect the sixteen-year-old Riddle.

He wants to be resurrected,

A powerful sacrifice is needed!

The more people who hated him, the closer the bond, the more powerful the sacrifice.

So Harry was important, and Riddle chose him to complete the final sacrifice.

After completing the magic preparations, Riddle asked in a loud voice:

"Harry Potter, Tom Riddle is your enemy?"

"Yes!"

The white smoke swirled around Harry and Riddle.

"Are you willing to break the cage of souls for your enemies?" Riddle asked again.

"Yes!"

The white smoke completely entwined the two together, and then merged into the two of them.

"I got your request," Harry said loudly, "release Ron, let the innocents go. ”

Riddle opened his eyes and smiled.

"You're not done with me yet, there's one last step to go, Potter."

"As you may have noticed, I'm not in the same state as normal people.

I was attached to the journal, and to be fully resurrected, I needed to sacrifice a sacrifice to free my soul from the journal. ”

"You took me as a sacrifice?" Harry's voice trembled. "That's what you're calling for?"

Riddle smiled dumbly, "You really don't understand, do you?" ”

At this moment, the sound of music wafted from nowhere.

Riddle jerked away, and the music grew louder and louder. The voice is illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it is exciting to listen to.

A second later, a large bird flew straight towards Harry. It tossed the tattered thing from its paw at Harry's feet, and perched heavily on Harry's shoulder.

As it folded its two massive wings, Harry looked up and saw that it had a long, sharp golden beak and two sparkling black eyes.

The big bird stopped singing. It sat quietly on Harry's shoulder, hot against Harry's cheek, its gaze fixed on Riddle.

"Phoenix." Riddle laughed, "I just drained the basilisk of its power when Dumbledore came and interrupted our ceremony, but alas...... He's late. ”

"That thing—" Riddle turned his gaze back to the tattered thing Fawkes had just thrown down, "the broken sorting hat from school?" ”

Harry grabbed his hat, and he snapped it around his head.

"Help me—help me—" Harry thought, eyes pressed under his hat, "please help me." ”

But the Sorting Hat didn't answer him.

On the contrary, the hat became tighter and tighter, as if an invisible hand was desperately clutching it.

Phew! Something very hard and heavy landed on top of Harry's head, nearly knocking him unconscious.

He grabbed the top of his hat and tried to take it off, but he felt a long, hard thing underneath it.

A gleaming silver sword appeared in the hat, and the hilt of the sword was inlaid with a dazzling egg-sized ruby.

"Aha, Gryffindor's sword." Riddle's eyes narrowed.

"I said I couldn't find it after looking for so long, it turned out to be hidden in Dumbledore."

Fawkes suddenly spread its wings and flew into flight, flapping its wings quickly, circling over the heads of the two of them, and then something landed on Harry's lap—the diary.

Without thinking or hesitating, Harry grabbed the Gryffindor sword and raised it high, ready to pierce the diary!

Riddle watched quietly, a smile curling into his lips.

This night has been waiting for me for too long, and the great new life is finally about to happen.

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(Thanks to the "Hellcat" boss for the tip)

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