Chamber of Secrets

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However, just as the hot snake blood drenched Harry's arm, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his elbow.

A venomous fang was sinking deeper and deeper into his arm, and when the basilisk twisted in pain and tumbled to the ground aside, the fang broke.

Harry slid down the wall to the ground. He grabbed the tusk that was spraying venom into him and pulled it out of his arm.

But he knew that it was too late, and the severe pain was slowly and continuously spreading from the wound to the whole body.

When he threw away the fang and watched as his blood soaked into his robe, his vision had already begun to blur, and the Chamber gradually melted into a rapidly spinning dim color.

A bright red light passed lightly before him, and Harry heard the light scratching of claws beside him.

"Fawkes," Harry mumbled, "you're amazing, Fawkes," and he felt the bird press its beautiful head where the basilisk's fangs had stabbed him.

"Oh my God, Harry! Are you okay?" Ron rushed over, looking at Harry worriedly. Harry looked terrible now.

Harry blinked, and Fawkes's eyes suddenly became clear and blurred, big drops of pearly teardrops rolling down its shiny feathers.

Harry murmured; he didn't have the strength to answer Ron; he felt the world spinning and chilling.

Harry understood; he was dying, Harry thought, and if he were dying, it wouldn't be too hard.

Even the feeling of pain gradually eased, but is this death?

The Chamber not only did not become dark but gradually became more apparent.

Harry shook his head slightly and saw Fawkes. Big Bird still rested his head on his arm, pearly tears glistening around his wound.

Harry suddenly found that the wound on his arm from the basilisk's fangs seemed to disappear.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron's voice was full of tears, and for a moment, Ron felt that Harry was dying.

"I feel one by one better," Harry murmured. He touched the spot where the fangs had just stabbed him, and now he couldn't see any scars.

Ron looked at Harry, who was gradually recovering in surprise, "Great, Harry, you are feeling better!" Ron wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, Dobby let out a thin cough and slowly sat up.

Harry quickly got up and rushed to Dobby.

Dobby opened his green eyes the size of tennis balls, looked around blankly, and soon found Harry beside him.

Soon, Dobby's enormous eyes filled with tears, "Harry Potter came to save Dobby! Harry Potter is a big hero!"

Dobby screamed and hugged him tightly. Profit.

Knowing that Dobby was all right, Harry hugged Dobby in relief, ignoring the problem in Dobby's words.

"Dobby was looking for Harry Potter. Dobby found the Chamber of Secrets entrance and was about to tell Harry Potter the news, and this big monster attacked Dobby!" Dobby said the lines Dumbledore had arranged for him.

Just as Harry was about to say something, Fawkes tweeted, and Harry realized that this place was unsuitable for conversation.

Fawkes hovered over the secret room entrance, waiting for them. Ron urged Harry to hurry, and they stepped over the basilisk's motionless coiled body, through the dark, empty, echoing room, and back into the tunnel.

Harry heard the two stone doors slammed shut behind them.

They walked up the tunnel for a few minutes and entered the entrance, where they slid in.

"Have you ever wondered how we go back up down the water pipe?" said Ron.

Harry shook his head. Fawkes had just whizzed past Harry, and now he was flapping his wings in front of him, and his bright eyes were exceptionally promising in the darkness.

It fluttered the long golden feathers on the back of its tail, and Harry looked at it hesitantly.

"It seems to want you to hold on, but you're too heavy for a bird to pull you up," said Ron, looking slightly confused.

"Let Dobby come! Dobby can Apparate and take you out!" Dobby raised his slender arm and shook it back and forth.

Ron looked at Fawkes and Dobby with some embarrassment. In his opinion, these two methods could have been more reliable.

Harry watched Fawkes, eager to try, and his impression of this big bird who had just saved his life was excellent.

"Fawkes is no ordinary bird." Harry said, "Dobby, you just escaped from the basilisk, so don't take us; you can go back first."

"Harry Potter can rest assured, Dobby. Dobby can bring Harry Potter and Mr. Ron Weasley back to the ground!" Dobby widened his eyes, raised his hands, and showed a Muscular posture; unfortunately, Dobby's thin arms had no muscles.

"Dobby, you'd better go back by yourself first," Harry advised Dobby again that he wanted to experience the feeling of Phoenix Airlines.

After several persuasion from Harry, Dobby finally agreed to go first; he snapped his fingers, turned into a cloud of blue smoke, and disappeared into the tunnel.

"Okay, we can go," Harry said to Ron.

They each grabbed one of Fawkes's feet. Harry tucked the sword and sorting hat into his belt and grabbed Fawkes's foot.

The feathers from Fawkes's tail fell on Harry's arms, which was hot.

A peculiar sense of relief quickly swept across his body, and then, with a whimper, they all flew up the water pipe.

Harry was initially nervous, but soon, he experienced the fun, which was completely different from the experience that the broom gave him.

The cold air blew through Harry's hair. He's still enjoying the fun of flying.

Harry soon hears the happy shouts from Ron next to him, and it is evident that Ron likes this feeling, too.

The journey is over - Harry and Ron land on the damp floor of Weeping Myrtle's bathroom.

At the same time, they came up, the pool that covered the water pipe automatically slid to its original place.

Myrtle stared at them with wide eyes. "You're still alive; you've made it!" she disappointedly told Harry.

"Yeah, it's not easy." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and returning to Hogwarts finally gave him a sense of security again.

"There's no need to speak in such a disappointed tone," Harry said sternly while wiping off the blood and mucus from the spectacles; he could hear Myrtle's disappointed tone.

"Oh, that's it... I've been thinking about it; if you die, you are welcome to share this toilet with me." Myrtle said, her face turning silvery white with shyness.

"Haha!" Ron said as they left the bathroom and walked towards the empty corridor outside.

"Harry! I think Myrtle likes you! You finally have a girl to like you now!" Ron joked, and the two of them jokingly walked towards the Gryffindor lounge.