Vol 2 Chapter 162: Fall into the deep pool

"Ah..." Harry yelled angrily. He didn't attack Tom. He rolled over to Laura's side, opened Tom Riddle's diary and spread it on the ground.
"No..." Tom yelled, and he reached out a hand as if to stop Harry! this behavior. But Harry didn't mean to stop.
Harry held Gryffindor's sword with both hands, and then heavily inserted it on the top of the diary. The sword penetrated the diary, and it pierced into the ground, leaving a sword hilt outside.
With a long, painful, crazy scream, the pen and ink in the diary squirted out, turbulent, overflowing Harry's hands, and flowing to the floor, Tom squirmed, twisted, screamed, convulsed, and then ...
A transparent hole emerged from Tom's belly, bursting with magical light.
Tom's voice grew stronger and stronger, as if he was about to explode. Finally, in just a few seconds, Tom was swallowed by the light.
To be more precise, Tom's whole person dissipated and disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
"I succeeded, Fanlin!" Harry yelled excitedly. As Tom disappeared, Laura's face became as rosy as when she first saw her. Laura woke up, she was a little confused. Looking at Harry, Harry was holding Laura excitedly.
"Ha..." Fanlin just wanted to laugh twice to celebrate this hard-won victory, but before he was completely relaxed, a dense crackling sounded from behind him.
It was Basilisk who broke free of control, waving its sturdy tail, and drew towards Fanlin fiercely.
Fanlin hurriedly added an armor curse to himself, but it was of no use, his magic power was really low, and time was rushed.
Fan Linzhi felt a sound inside his body, it was the sound of bones being shattered, and a air ran through his throat. However, the blood did not spit out, the wind poured into his mouth, and then Fanlin hit the face of the Slytherin statue, and along with the broken stones, he smashed the ice surface he created by himself. Then the cold water immediately blocked him.
"Fanlin...Fanlin..." Harry and Laura yelled anxiously. They couldn't save Fanlin before, and they lost the suppression of Fanlin. Basilsk was enough for them to fight with their lives. .
...
"Aren't you awake?"
A gentle male voice came from Fanlin's ear. The voice was familiar, and Fanlin seemed to have heard it there.
"It seems that the injury is really too serious...plus consumption..." The man's voice had a bitter taste.
Fanlin tried his best to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, his eyelids were like a piece of lead hanging on his eyelids, and he couldn't even move...
Before long, a cool feeling was instilled from the top of his head, and Fanlin could clearly know that his fatigue was fading.
But as the cool sensation hits, I can feel something strange in my head when I turn it tight.
It was like when he and Harry were fighting Basilisk.
It was the memory of a Chinese man, just like those white-collar workers on the go, working diligently every day, three meals a day, and an ordinary Muggle experience.
This man always does some charity things in his spare time. Orphanages, nursing homes, these are places where men often stay, but the Muggle world that the man lives in is much more exciting than the Muggle world in Britain.
At least, the dazzling array of products and various facilities are better than what Fanlin has seen. There are many novel things that Fanlin has never seen before.
For example, a notebook computer, Fanlin can't imagine how they can compress such a big thing into such a small and thin piece...
"Why, isn't it enough? I'm going to dissipate completely when I continue..." The man's voice seemed to be talking to himself, but he didn't stop his behavior because of this, and more information continued. Flowed into Fanlin's mind.
"Please stop..." Fanlin opened his eyes anxiously, but only when he woke up did he realize that this place was very different from his last impression. He remembered that he had fallen into the deep under Slytherin's head Going to the lake, Basilisk had his bones broken.
But now he didn't feel any discomfort in his body, instead he felt a light and fluttering feeling. And he came to such a white and unfamiliar world somehow.
It's like a street here, but there are no vehicles or pedestrians coming and going, only the two of them exist.
"Excuse me... Are you?" Fan Lin got up from the ground. This is an adult Chinese man who looks like his 30s. This is the protagonist of those fragments in his mind.
"Me?" The man smiled slightly, then he bent over and looked at the child in front of him, smiling so softly.
He gently stroked Fanlin's head with one hand and called Lin Fan. It can be said that I am you..."
"Are you me?" Fanlin's mouth grew in surprise. Apart from his Chinese name, the man in front of him had no similarities at all.
"I mean... how could you be me? I..."
"Nothing is impossible. Since there are magic in the world, and those ghosts, my appearance is not that contradictory, is it?"
"This..." Fanlin was a little confused for a while~EbookFREE.me~ Although the man said everything was right, how could two of them appear.
"To be precise, I am you, not your future, but your past life..."
"Previous life?" Fanlin looked at the man in confusion, "Are you dead?"
"Yes!" The man smiled and nodded, not paying attention to what Fanlin said.
"Then, I too..."
"Oh no...you don't..." the man smiled, "you are just drifting on the edge of death, so you can see the soul of a dead person like me. In fact, I live deep in your mind. Place, the kind of place that your spirit cannot reach."
"You have always been in my body?" Fanlin asked, "So this is where you have always lived?"
"Yes, strictly speaking, you are the master here, and I am just a lost soul. Normally, I am just a guest, not even your previous life.".
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