Chapter 203: Tom Riddle's Confusion (Edited)

After catching up to Ginny, Fish shrugged his nose and sniffed around his, suddenly realizing.

"I see nya! Did you come here the last time you sleepwalked?"

∑(●ΦДΦ●)

"...That's right."

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then pinched his nose and admitted as much.

Before the basilisk killed Fish, he had to calm the little jumping wizard down, in case he escaped.

Although from what Fish had said a moment ago, when he met another self last semester, he didn't seem to take the initiative to talk about what happened to him, but the wary Tom Riddle wouldn't bet on that possibility.

It was better to let the basilisk kill the pesky wizard, and then go after Harry Potter, who had survived, to find out how he had failed in the first place.

"Oh, what a great snake molt nya!"

(●ω●)

Not far away, in the dark stone tunnel, Fish saw the molted skin of the basilisk, and instead of panicking, he ran forward with great interest.

He recognized at a glance that the huge snake was only a shed skin and that he could not be afraid, and even if it had been a real snake in front of Fish, he would not have been afraid....

Kanaloa of the Black Lake was much larger than this snake, and although the Fluffy was not as long as the snake, it was not much smaller than this snake when evaluated as a whole.

Fish ran over to the huge molt of basilisk skin, bent down, broke off a small piece, looked at it, put it under his nose, and....

He put it in his mouth.

Although I don't know how long this snakeskin molt has been stored here, it's a basilisk skin molt, and it won't spoil so easily, so Fish won't have any stomach ache....

Of course, Fish himself didn't think about it, he just thought it was edible, and ate it.

But...

"It doesn't taste good nya..."

(●Φ︿Φ●)

Fish smacked his lips and commented with some disappointment.

After all, it's a snakeskin molt that hasn't undergone any treatment, and it's normal that it didn't taste good.

"... I didn't mean this when I said something interesting..."

Voldemort was in no mood to be angry at Fish's repeated disregard for the rules, so he reluctantly called Fish, who was still wandering around the basilisk molt, back and led him further into the tunnel.

The two turned corner after corner, and only when Fish was getting tired of walking did they come to a huge stone wall.

The wall was carved with two intertwined snakes, and where their eyes were, two huge emeralds glittered in the dark surroundings.

"Hiss..."

The same hiss came out of Ginny's mouth again, and the cat, with its sensitive hearing and sensitivity to the ebb and flow of sound, flapped its ears, convinced.

With a loud rubbing sound, the stone wall split in half and slowly slid sideways.

Entering the room, Fish was surprised to see that, although there was no illumination, there was a mysterious mist spread throughout the room, exuding a green glow.

Inside the room were rows of towering stone pillars, each with a coiled serpent carved into it.

Passing through the pillars, the two reached the deepest part of the room, where there was a human statue, as tall as the room, that was firmly attached to the wall.

The statue was of a thin, dry old man with a beard that fell to the floor, and was about the same length as Dumbledore.

It was just a little less thick, sparse, like the feathers on Fawkes' body.

"Where's the fun nya?"

(°ω°≡°°ω°)

Fish looked around, he saw nothing but these pillars and statues here.

"Don't worry, I'll call him..."

Ginny raised her head and hissed at the Slytherin statue again, only this time the hiss was a bit longer than before.

Then Fish saw the statue of the old man move, open its mouth, and open wider and wider than a human's mouth would normally open and close, and a somewhat familiar whisper could be heard coming from inside the statue.

"Nya! It's the guy who provoked Fish nya!"

(●ω●)

Fish flapped his ears and recognized the owner of the whisper, and immediately stared at the huge black hole in the statue with wide eyes.

Soon, a huge flat snake head protruded from the statue's open mouth, and its huge yellow eyes met Fish's.

"It was you last time, wasn't it? come fight Fish, don't run away from me this time nya!"

(●ΦωΦ●)

Fish looked straight at the basilisk and provoked loudly.

It wasn't like he had never fought a large creature before, and he wasn't going to back down just because this snake was bigger.

Who's more powerful, of course, you have to fight to find out!

"Boom!"

The basilisk emerged from the statue's mouth, hit the ground hard, and then stood up, spitting its forked tongue at Fish.

"Hiss! Hiss, hiss, hiss!" (Insolent little bugger! I'll tear you apart!).

The basilisk, which did not have a good temper in the first place, bared its fangs as sharp as a long knife at Fish.

In the eyes of the basilisk, Fish, who was not even big enough to fit between the gaps of its teeth, dared to take the initiative to provoke it, it was simply seeking its own death.

Compared to the Acromantula, the basilisk, its natural enemy, was much fiercer and less affected by Fish's animal affinity, so it had no intention of showing any mercy.

But that said, the basilisk didn't attack easily, after all, it wasn't just anyone who could look him in the eye and not be bothered.

"Nya! Come on then! Fish won't be afraid of you, nya!"

(●`Д●)

Fish replied with a defiant grin, the fur on his tail bristled and his cat ears flopped back on his head.

As the cat and basilisk faced each other, Voldemort was left in a state of deep confusion.

Why hadn't Fish died?

Even if he was the heir of Slytherin, even if he could control the basilisk with his Parseltongue, he was still afraid to look the basilisk in the eye when he released it...

Although he later discovered that his Slytherin bloodline would keep him safe from the basilisk's gaze, but from the beginning, he kept his head down and communicated with the basilisk.

Of course, Voldemort had speculated that, aside from the Slytherin bloodline, a powerful wizard might be able to use his magic to resist the basilisk's gaze, but as a student he would never have dared to try.

In Voldemort's mind, there were only a few people who could resist the basilisk's gaze, like Dumbledore, and certainly not a second year wizard like Fish.

So... What went wrong? could this little wizard be a descendant of Slytherin as well?

Voldemort wanted to look up and see what was going on, but at the moment he was only a remnant of his soul, and he dared not let his host have an accident.

As it stood, if Ginny died, what little power Voldemort had managed to muster would dissipate immediately, and there was no telling when the next unfortunate person would find Ginny's hidden diary.

Besides, if Ginny suddenly disappeared, it was very likely that Dumbledore would look through her belongings and, if he found the diary, the Horcrux would definitely not survive.

So, he could only control Ginny and retreat to the corner with his head down, hoping that the basilisk would kill Fish....

Even if the basilisk's gaze was useless, Voldemort didn't think Fish had any chance of escaping.

With a quick glance at Fish out of the corner of his eye, a cruel grimace appeared on Ginny's face.

Then Voldemort saw Fish lean forward and turn into a.... Three-foot-long leopard?

Wait a minute! Wasn't his animagus a cat?

The Second Dark Lord was once again confused.