Chapter 120: Fine! I'll do it myself

"$Ayaahath-Hathehhh-Ssssehhh-Seyyt-Ayaeeh-Aaah-Atheya-Hasseey-Sssseytha-Ssseyaa-Esseytha-Saahthay-Hatheeey$"

"!!!!"

While the Professors, Harry and Chris were walking into the Chamber, they suddenly heard the hissing sounds of a parselmouth that echoed throughout the chamber, surprising them. There was no way to locate it.

Right after, the Giant Statue of Slytherin started moving. His mouth started opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole.

"Merlin's Deep-throat..." muttered Chris.

Something was stirring inside the statue's mouth. Something was slithering up from its depths.

"Close your eyes!" Yelled McGonagall to me and Harry.

"Fawkes." Dumbledore called out softly, it seems that the bird was following them in here as well because they saw it fly into the Chamber as it landed on the a nearby pillar.

All the Professors raised their guard to the max when the Basilisk started emerging from the hole. While Chris focused more on the person who had used Parseltongue.

'There!' the guy might be hiding behind the foot of Slytherin's statue.

'Guess he's not arrogant enough to confront Dumbledore head on, huh?'

"Harry, do you still have it with you?" asked Chris.

Harry nodded, "Always."

Meanwhile, the Basilisk had now emerged from the Giant mouth.

'That man sure can deep throat a large Basilisk. Did Salazar never thought of the implications? Or was he aware of it and just showing off his deep-throating prowess proudly?' Thought Chris.

At that time, Faux let out an energetic chirp as it took flight. The bird was immune to Basilisk stare.

The basilisk hissed right back at it. While the Basilisk got distracted, the teachers began firing at the creature's eyes.

Harry and Chris went back the way they came and hid behind one of the statues.

The Heads of houses were thinking that it's going to be a long fight, given the Basilisk's magic resistance, but at that moment, Dumbledore took a step forward and brandished his wand, sending out a red beam of magic and gaint statue of Slytherin closed it's mouth, trapping the Basilisk in between. And the Professors mouths all got hung open. Dumbledore never shows it, but he is indeed on a different level.

"HISSSSSSHHISSSSS!!!" The Basilisk shrieked in pain and Harry grimaced.

"What is it saying?" asked Chris.

"Uh...It's very rude. It has lot of malice, and even the previous time I heard it, just wanted to hurt people."

"Indissolubilis Maxima!"

"Trabia Figura!"

Flitwick and McGonagall used this chance to reinforce the statue once again, since it looked like it was about to be broken by the Basilisk's furious struggles.

Sprout fired a spell that made large vines entrap the Basilisk, further restricting it's movements.

With all this, Faux the champ, who could actually see it's eyes, pierced one with it's talons.

Snape fired his signature Sectumsempra and some other curses on it's face, but since he couldn't actually lock at they all just missed.

It was looking like Tom Riddle was going to lose miserably if the Basilisk didn't get freed from Salazar Slytherin's mouth.

Having no choice, Riddle conjured a big sharp knife and grabbed the fainted Michael's body and carried him in front of everyone. He'd have liked to go after Harry, but the Basilisk's second eye would also be gone by then. If he attacked directly, he might be able to take out one teacher by surprise, but the Basilisk would still remain stuck and he'd lose against the other teachers.

That's why, he went with the best option he could think of with his Slytherin mind. He took Michael Hostage.

"Stop!" He yelled at everyone to stop. Currently, his body was hidden the fainted Michael with his knife at his throat, Professors glanced at him and immediately got surprised when they saw the surprised student.

"Stop! Or I might do something that we all regret." he warned.

The Professors stopped at once. And Dumbledore immediately recognized his student.

"Tom?" asked Dumbledore, looking quite surprised.

"Yes, it's me. 'Professor'. Your favorite student." said Tom sarcastically. Riddle didn't look completely tangible yet, but it was close.

"How... is this possible? How could you so young again?" asked Dumbledore.

Tom Riddle shook his head in denial, regaining some of his composure, "Oh, I'm not the real Tom Riddle, Professor. I'm just a memory, that was left behind in this diary to open the chamber again someday." he said, indicating the diary in Micheal's pocket, thus demonstrating how loud his mouth is.

"...So... it was indeed true," Dumbledore had a disappointed grandfatherly expression, as if he'd confirmed something which he'd been suspecting for a long time.

"And even at such a young age. How could you, Tom?"

"Oh, it see you haven't changed at all, Dumbledore.... Now, it would be for the best if you release the Basilisk." said Tom as he dug the knife into Michael's skin. As soon as the Basilisk was released, he was planning on firing as many killing curses as possible. Tom currently had the same red gleam in his eyes that the Dumbledore had seen in the adult Voldemort.

The skin on Micheal's neck was already getting cut up, and blood was starting to pour out.

The Professors looked at Dumbledore in worry, not quite aware of what was going on, but they knew that this young boy in front of them was not quite right in the head.

"Just leave the student alone, Tom. It's not too late." sighed the pushover old man as he released the Basilisk from Slytherin's mouth.

Dumbledore says he learns from his mistakes, and he has learned a lot from them, like not using the elder wand and his own magic to gain power and rule. But here he is, making the same mistakes again, giving mercy to his enemies. He thinks that the Death Eaters are, but a group of misguided children, who need to be lead back to the path of light.

"Yesss." Tom Riddle was beginning to think that he'd succeed.

*Swish*

But, at that moment, suddenly, both his wand and knife were snatched from him by hands that came literally out of nowhere!

The hands disappeared agian, and then—

*Smack*

Got a sound whack on head he heard a irritated voice from behind him, "You got my club shut down, dude."

"...."

The force was so strong that Riddle stumbled forward and landed on his hands and knees leaving the limp Micheal behind. Before this, he was having the triumph of making Dumbledore follow his order with a hostage, a knife, and wand in his hans. But now, looks at his empty hands in disbelief. The smack on his was very loud and humiliating. He was momentarily stunned, along with the professors, at the absurdity of the situation.

Then came the rage.

"SSSSEHHH-SEYYT!!!" He hissed loudly for the Basilisk to come and kill this invisible bastard.

Chris could almost imagine the Basilisk glaring at his direction while slithering over. Though he didn't feel any magic Petrifying him. He had always thought that the Petrification and instant death are Legilimency spells that need eye contact. Otherwise, they'd atleast have some effect on even a person who wasn't making an eye contact.

Chris always wanted to at least get the feel of this magic. Maybe he can replicate it? From his pocket, he took out a mirror. Should he try it or not? If he could just feel the magic, he might be able to cast it.

'Just let it go, man.'

In the end, he decided against it. He can recreate Petrification eyes on his own without trying Chinese protagonist stuff. He went with the plan and lured the Basilisk into the water as he flew across the lake on the same broom he'd flown down here on.

At this moment, Fawkes destroyed the other eye of the Basilisk as well.

"HIIIISSSSSSSSS!!!" The Basilisk hissed in pain as it thrashed around. It's tail almost hit the place where Harry was hiding at. Though Chris still had it's agro and the Basilisk followed Chris as it could smell it. The Basilisk was in the water now.

Dumbledore who was now assured of Micheal's safety, still didn't completely give on his plans. The man waved his wand and the sorting hat came to land on Harry's head. Dumbledore had called Fawkes and the hat way back as soon as he had seen the Basilisk skin.

Harry, who of course could see that the spells the Professors were firing at the Basilisk weren't doing much to stop it. He really wanted to to help his friend.

*Thud*

Something very hard and heavy thudded onto the top of Harry's head, almost knocking him out. Stars winking in front of his eyes, he grabbed the top of the hat to pull it off and felt something long and hard beneath it. A gleaming silver sword had appeared inside the hat,with its handle glittering with rubies the size of eggs. The sword can only be taken out by a true Griffindore, in moments of valour.

On his broom, Chris rolled his eyes in annoyance. 'Does this guy never learn?' The old man can kill the Basilisk right away, but he's still procrastinating.

'For once, do something by yourself, you fool.'

When Harry began running towards the snake with a sword in his hand, Chris shouted out to Harry.

"HARRY! PASS!"

It was the word we used when we used to play Quidditch together. He'd throw the Quaffle in front of me and I catch it to score a goal.

Harry trusted Chris 100%. He kicked off his broom and threw the sword at Chris with all his might.

"!!!!!!!" x5

And the Professors' and Dumbledore's jaws fell to ground. Because something batshit crazy happened in the next moment, which was out of Harry's, Professor's, Dumbledore's, and Chris's imagination.

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