themonasnovels Chapter 302 The Chosen Child
Chapter 302 The Chosen Child
Chapter 302 The Chosen Child
Harry felt like he had a long dream.
In the dream, someone was screaming... a woman with red hair.
She kept begging the other wizard not to kill the baby in the bed.
Harry knew the woman was going to die...he had to help her...but he was like a bystander, unable to scream.
After an unknown amount of time, the red-haired woman disappeared...a red-haired boy appeared vaguely.
Harry felt so real that it didn't feel like a dream.But he still couldn't move.
The red-haired boy stood up, stared at Harry for a long time, then lifted the covers, put his arms around him, picked him up from the bed, and walked out of the dormitory... It was so strange.
What was Ron going to do to him? !
After an unknown amount of time, Harry finally woke up from his dream, and he pressed his hands tightly to his face.
The lightning-shaped scar was burning with pain, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire on his skin.
He sat up, put one hand over his scar, and looked around.
This is a strange room, with many stone pillars carved with coiled and entangled serpents, towering and supporting the ceiling.
Surrounded by a group of unusual torches... The flames are constantly changing colors, just now it was purple, and now it has turned crimson, while also illuminating the ceiling of the room.
Seeing that ceiling, Harry was stunned.
There are pictures on every square and every inch, and overhead is a dizzying constellation map, with countless stars moving in special orbits.
This seems to be simulating the movement of the stars in the universe.
But Harry couldn't recognize which star field it was. Although he had taken astronomy classes, he and Ron wrote many homework together.
Otherwise, copy the answer that is circulating on the market.
Harry got a headache from seeing it, so he turned his head to the side and suddenly found Ron lying flat on the ground.
"Ron!" Harry whispered, hurrying to him and kneeling down.
"Ron! What's wrong with you, don't die! Please, don't die!" Harry yelled sadly.
"Yes, artificial respiration!" Harry remembered the first aid taught in Muggle school.
He took a deep breath, lowered his head quickly, aimed his mouth at Ron's, and spit into it.
Before he finished spitting out a mouthful of water, a strange voice came from beside him.
"You'd better not disturb Ron, he is in the illusion, communicating with the god of death."
Startled, Harry turned on his knees.Only then did he realize that there was actually another person in the room.
It was a black-haired boy, sitting quietly at a stone table, holding a thick leather book in his hand.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"My name is Tom Riddle, and I'm also a student at Hogwarts." The boy closed the book.
"Tom Riddle...you are the owner of Ron's diary!" Harry said in surprise.
"That's right, it seems that Ron has already told you." Riddle's mouth curved into a beautiful smile.
"Where did you say Ron was? Talking to whom?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Misty illusion, communicating with the god of death." Riddle repeated.
Listening to Riddle's words, Harry only felt his hands and feet were cold, and his whole body was cold. He said in disbelief: "You mean, Ron... is dead?!"
"Not exactly." Riddle shook his head.
"Not quite?!" Harry growled, his voice echoing violently across the room.
"What you said just now, 'communicating with the god of death'...doesn't it mean that you are already dead?"
Riddle stood up, hands behind his back, looking at Harry.
After a while, he sighed softly:
"Honestly, you've disappointed me, Harry Potter.
I thought...you, who defeated the Dark Lord, had a better understanding of the mysteries of life and death, but I didn't expect it to be so superficial. "
Riddle shook his head.
"It seems that Dumbledore didn't teach you his wisdom."
"What wisdom?"
"Maybe I should hand over the mission to Stark." Riddle muttered to himself: "He is a suitable candidate, but unfortunately... the sense of ritual is a little lacking."
"What are you talking about!" Harry exasperated. "Aren't we talking about Ron?! What the hell happened to him?"
"Your favorite Ron is not dead yet, he is in the illusion." Riddle explained.
"Twilight doesn't mean death...it's a world in between—"
"What do you mean?"
"At this moment, Ron is wandering there. He will either return to your world, or go straight to the embrace of death...it depends on your next actions."
Harry tried to figure it out. "Action... what do you want me to do?"
"I summoned you, naturally you have a mission."
Riddle glanced at the time, there was still a little time left... Don't panic at all!
"Summon me..." The Chamber of Secrets came to Harry's mind.
Ever since the attack, everyone thought he was the Chamber Opener, the descendant of Slytherin.
"Listen," said Harry, "if you want to ask me about the Chamber of Secrets, I can assure you that I don't know any better than you—"
Riddle took a deep breath and said coldly, "Are you retarded, Mr. Potter!"
"..." Harry didn't know why, why was he swearing?
"Use your head, which is not much bigger than a giant monster, to think about where this place is!"
Harry looked around, still shaking his head blankly.
"Please think about it carefully..." Riddle said patiently, "You obviously slept on the bed in the dormitory in the middle of the night, but now you appear in this strange place for no reason... What has been rumored in school lately?"
A chill ran through Harry. "here it is……"
"Silly Potter."
Riddle's mild accent disappeared, and he said in a fanatical tone:
"This is the secret room!"
Harry took a breath.
"To be more precise, this is the Sanctuary of the Chamber of Secrets, the place where the great Slytherin studied prehistoric mysteries, and the secret treasure he left to his descendants..."
Riddle showed a mysterious smile.
"I am the descendant of Slytherin!"
"Then why did you bring me and Ron here?!" Harry took a step back and squeezed the wand in his hand.
Riddle whispered in a calm and gentle voice: "Don't be nervous, Harry Potter, if I want to hurt you, you're already dead on the bed.
As I said, I summoned you here for a reason, and I need you to cooperate with me to complete a sacrifice tonight. "
Harry looked confused.
"No, don't look like that," Riddle said sadly. "You should be honored that I've come to you, Harry Potter—you're the only one I've chosen."
Harry was irritated by Riddle's tone, he didn't feel honored, but annoyed that he was being played with.
He said coldly, "I'm sorry, then you must have chosen the wrong person."
"I don't even know about the secret room, let alone the sacrificial ritual..."
"You don't understand, silly Potter." Riddle smiled.
"I didn't choose you... but Ron Weasley."
"He, let me choose you!"
The Sanctuary of the Chamber of Secrets was dead silent.
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.
ps: Limbo is a state between life and death.
In the seventh Deathly Hallows, Harry and Dumbledore talk at King's Cross Station, that state is the illusion.
Limbo comes from the Inferno of Dante's "Divine Comedy", "limbo" is the first circle of hell.Good people who don't believe in a Judaic and Christian God live here.
This translation is given by the traditional Chinese version of Harry Potter, and the simplified Chinese version has no translation.
So the translation of "Misty Illusion" feels very inconsistent. It reminds me inexplicably of the illusory realm in Dream of the Red Chamber...it's not magical at all.
By the way, Amway is a very fun little game
Limbo, its English name is also limbo, and the translation is very comfortable. )
(End of this chapter)