"Jimine!"

A few days later, Harry suddenly came to Jamie.

"Midnight, Harry." Jamini smiled softly, "I thought you wouldn't want to see me during this period."

Harry's face collapsed: "Well, if it's not particularly necessary, I'm really interested in finding you. Regarding the secret room... Dobby did the out-of-control roaming ball the other day. He cast a trick on the roaming ball, wanting me to get hurt and leave Hogwarts."

"Is that so? You didn't strangle him to death?" Jaminie held her chin in a dim mood: "If it were me, don't worry about his reason, I'd have killed him a hundred times."

"Yeah, I'm really angry, but he's for me..." Harry said dryly.

"In order to avoid being hurt by the conspiracy in the secret room, you were seriously injured in advance?" Jamini sneered: "What kind of brain circuit is this? Even cerebellar adhesions cannot come up with this method."

"Actually, what I hate most is not those who have malicious intentions towards me, but those who are self-righteous and kind-hearted towards me, and hurt me under the banner of good for me. Such people are more hateful than evil people. They always like to hurt you with various emotions and reasons, and then be moved by their ridiculous and distorted practices."

"This kind of person is the most damn one."

Jamini said carelessly: "I know what you want to ask, but the problem in the secret room has been solved, and it's nothing to tell you."

"Solved?" Harry looked shocked: "So who opened it?"

"When Voldemort was in school, he left a diary with his memories of the age of sixteen. Lucius Malfoy was stuffed into Ginny's cauldron while fighting with Mr. Weasley. I noticed that diary was brought by the guise of giving gifts."

"I originally planned to disguise the thing and give it to Lohat. While he was opening the secret room, he sent him to Azka class with his old accounts, but it accidentally fell into the hands of a student."

"Then I took back the diary and destroyed it, and now that thing is in the hands of Professor Dumbledore."

Jamini said, spreading his hands: "That's good, you already know what you should know."

"I heard Dobby say that the secret room was opened once decades ago, so last time it was Voldemort, is that right?" Harry asked in surprise.

"That's right, but he cleverly blamed Hagrid for his crime." Jamini smiled: "This caused Hagrid to be almost locked up in Azkaban and his wand was destroyed, which is why he could not use magic."

"That elf must have heard Lucius Malfoy's words at Malfoy's house. He knew that the secret room would be opened this year, and he also knew what the diary was..."

Harry said in a little puzzled manner: "But he said before, this matter has nothing to do with Voldemort."

"Yes, that diary was a product of Voldemort when he was in school. Voldemort was called Tom Riddle at that time." Jamini smiled and said, "Strictly speaking, it has nothing to do with Voldemort. I guess he should want to remind you of this, but normal people should not think of it."

Harry: "…"

"But the worst thing is actually Mr. Malfoy." Jamini smiled: "He should only know that the diary can open the secret room, but he does not know the meaning of the diary itself. Otherwise, he would not dare to throw this thing out with ten courage."

Jamini smiled and said, "Maybe Mr. Weasley was forced to force him to the point of being investigated during that period. He put his diary in Ginny's cauldron, and the big reason was to retaliate against the Weasley family."

"What is it in the secret room?" Harry asked in confusion.

"A Basilisk." Jamini spread his hands: "People who see the Basilisk's eyes will die immediately, and those who look indirectly through the mirror will be petrified, so when the thing wanders in the castle, only the two of us can hear the sound of this thing."

"So that's it..." Harry opened his mouth hesitantly: "I went to the library two days ago to check it out. Snake accent is not a good skill, is that right? I heard that Salazar Slytherin himself is accentuated, and so is Voldemort."

"There is no good or bad ability, the key is how you use it." Jamini held his chin: "Not to mention that your snake accent is not your own ability."

"Isn't my own ability?" Harry looked at Jamini in confusion: "What the hell is going on?"

"If it's just about the secret room, I can tell you for free." Jamini said, rubbing his hands: "This involves something else, so you have to pay."

Harry took out five Gallons and put them in Jamini's hand.

"Where are you who's begging?" Jamini rolled her eyes and put away Garon: "Ten Garon has a question."

"It's too expensive!" Harry glared.

"Believe me, if I sell this news to the Ministry of Magic or the Daily Prophet, I will lose if I lose a hundred thousand less than Gallon," said Jamini gently.

"Okay." Harry took out Five Garon again and put it in Jamini's hand: "Can you tell me now?"

"The night Voldemort went to kill you, because of the effect of your mother's spell, he was hit by the bounced life-seeking curse. In the process, part of his soul fragments attached to you, making you a Horcrux, so you have some of his abilities - such as the Snake Man's accent." Jamini explained.

"Horcrux?" Harry frowned: "What is that?"

Jamini rubbed his fingers with a smile.

"You vampire..." Harry gasped and took out Shigalon again.

"The Horcrux is a very evil black magic. It divides the soul by killing people, seals the soul in an item, and makes it into a Horcrux. As long as this Horcrux is not destroyed, the person will not really die."

Jamini continued: "Voldemort was able to survive until now because of the Horcrux. For example, last year, he could have had a vacation on the back of Qilo's head."

"The diary left by Voldemort in this secret room incident is a Horcrux he once made. As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, Voldemort will not really die."

Harry was silent, and Jamini's words suddenly made him realize something.

"So, one day, I have to die, right?"

Harry looked straight at Jamie.

"That's right." Jamini looked at him seriously and nodded, "And Voldemort must kill you with his own hands. How do you feel? Are you afraid?"

Harry was silent for a while and shook his head: "I don't know..."

"To be honest, I thought you would yell at the injustice of revenge for fate or something..." Jamini pinched her chin and chuckled, "It seems that you are much calmer than I thought."

"Actually, I'm still very uneasy." Harry thought for a while: "I always feel... my head is messy."

"This is normal. Even the calmest person will feel a little turbulent when facing death." Jamini nodded: "So what are your thoughts?"

"What?" Harry was stunned.

"Your thoughts," Jamini smiled, "If you don't want to, no one can force you to die."

"There is nothing to think about. My parents have already made a choice at the beginning, Jamini." Harry looked at Jamini with a firm look: "If my death can be exchanged for the final victory, then I will have no hesitation. Jamini, with your ability, I will definitely kill Voldemort. I want to ask you, if it is you..."

Jamini looked at Harry in surprise: "I was a little moved by what I said, but I think you will most likely not die."

Harry: "Why?"

Jamini rubbed his fingers.
Chapter completed!