Chapter 63: Into The Chamber of Secrets (2/2)
Burning Day was the name of the day in which a Phoenix burst into flame and was reborn from the ashes.
'What a sucky timing,' Quinn shook his head. This event was different from the canon, as Fawkes' burning day was much before the current day.
”I am impressed that you managed to kill the Basilisk with the help of the dumb bird. I wasn't expecting to lose the Basilisk today,” Riddle's specter smirked and chuckled as he looked at the unconscious body of Harry Potter. ”But, it doesn't matter. In a few minutes, I will return to this world of the living.”
”It is a pity that even with the phoenix's tears, you won't be able to leave here alive.”
He turned to look at the face statue of Salazar Slytherin, ”I will make my ancestor proud and return the name of Slytherin back to its intended glory. And it will start with the sacrifice of the boy-who-lived and his sister. My future self somehow died by his hand, and today I will take revenge.”
The specter looked back to the body of Harry Potter, intending to finish the boy, but his brows furrowed when he saw a stone dome over the place where the diminutive phoenix sat.
”It is really a pity,” specter-Tom heard a voice from his back. He turned back to see a boy standing as he looked down at his host and the petrified body of Ivy Potter. ”You came really close to coming back to life, you know? Really close.”
Specter-Tom Riddle clutched Harry Potter's wand in his hand, the wand which was the sister to his own.
”You...” he peered at the boy. ”You are Quinn West.” He knew about the boy, the so-called smartest of his age. And the owner of the weird consultation of his in Hogwarts.
Quinn looked down at the host of Tom Riddle's diary-Horcrux.
”Terence Higgins,” Quinn spoke. ”So, I found Tom Riddle possessing you interesting and not the guy itself. I didn't see that coming.”
Quinn looked at the specter that was a soul-split molded into Horcrux.
Specter-Riddle saw Quinn raise his hand towards him, and the next second he found the wand flying from his hand into the air before it paused for a second in the air and rushed into Quinn's hand.
”Wandless magic!” specter-Riddle exclaimed at the magic.
”Yup,” Quinn smiled as he fiddled with the wand. ”I am pretty good at it... Why am I being modest? You are going to be dead shortly. I am really good at it.”
”Me, Dead?” specter-Riddle laughed, but his eyes were eyeing Quinn critically. The boy had come out of nowhere and had just taken the wand from him.
”Of course,” he replied as he moved towards the Basilisk head while putting gloves on his hands. ”A Horcrux doesn't mean immortality, you know?”
Specter-Riddle's eyes sharply narrowed as he growled, ”How did you know?”
Quinn smirked as he put his hand on one of the Basilisk fangs and pulled it out in one fell swoop.
”You have been here for the entire year,” Quinn said as he appraised the venomous fang. ”So, you must have heard about my consultation service. I am an information dealer, so of course, I know what is happening in my territory.”
Scepter-Riddle started to feel nervous as he saw the boy move towards his diary/container with the fang in his hand.
”What are you doing?” Scepter-Tom yelled and followed after Quinn, ”Answer me!”
”Do you know that Basilisk venom can destroy Horcruxes? It is quite ironic, you know, Basilisk and Horcruxes were Herpo the Foul's creations.” He stood on top of the diary-Horcrux and grinned towards the Horcrux projection, ”He created magic that wouldn't allow him to die, but at the same time, he created something that could destroy said magic.”
The projection glared at Quinn, and immediately Quinn felt a mental attack hit against his shields.
Red, violet, and green hues switched on Quinn's nape before settling on the green. He pursed his lips before smiling, ”It won't work, that mental attack. I have shields powerful enough to deflect the attack. But, I have to say, you are better than me at legilimency. I can't induce mental pain with mental attacks yet. I haven't reached that far yet.”
Specter-Riddle didn't speak and shot out a scarlet jet of magic towards Quinn, but it met an invisible shield before it could reach Quinn.
”It is useless,” Quinn's soft voice reached the specter. ”You aren't my match without a wand, and even if you had a wand, I still would have crushed you.”
A farewell smile graced Quinn's lips as he spoke, ”So, Tom Riddle, or as you like to be called, Lord Voldemort, it is a farewell. Goodbye.” All the while, Specter-Riddle kept shooting low-level spells at Quinn, but Quinn's shield defended against them without taking a major load.
Quinn seized the basilisk fang and plunged it straight into the heart of the book.
There was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over Quinn's gloved hands, flooding the floor. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing, and then the specter was gone.
Silence except for the steady drip of ink still oozing from the diary. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through it.
Then came a faint moan from the end of the Chamber. Quinn looked up to see Terence Higgins stirring up and immediately sent a stunning charm towards the waking up Slytherin, knocking him out. Quinn didn't want anyone else to see him here.
”I have to move quickly,” murmured Quinn and hurried towards the Basilisk and took out six vials from his robes, and with a twitch of magic, the vials expanded into their original size. The original vials had quite a large volume.
One by one, the beaker vials were placed below the fangs. Quinn focused his magic on the muscle that released the venom from the secondary venom ducts in the fangs and exerted a lot of magic to milk out the Basilisk venom.
He completely filled the six big beaker vials with venom, and Quinn was sure that there still was a lot of Basilisk venom in the venom sac.
”Hot damn,” Quinn expressed his admiration. ”Basilisk body sure is magic resistance. Even the inside is quite tough.” He had forced a lot of magic on the muscles that pushed the venom out of the fangs.
After retrieving the lids for the special beakers, Quinn transmuted the caps on the beaker vials to create six closed cylinders. His eyes flashed with delight as he saw the six full vials, yellow briefly flashing on his nape.
”This is more than enough,” nodded Quinn. He currently had no plans for the venom other than to use it to destroy the Horcruxes. Even one of these vials was way too much for destroying all the remaining Horcruxes.
Quinn stared at the Basilisk smelly mouth. A yellow flashed on his nape, and he broke a dozen fangs from the Basilisk. Eying the fangs with a captivated look. The fangs were wrapped into thick bundles of cloth and then pocketed into Quinn's robes.
Looking around, Quinn took in the scene and smiled. ”Not bad for a day's work. Not bad at all.”
His eyes saw the petrified Ivy Potter and muttered, ”You better come back to normal. I want that payment paid to me this year.”
Quinn turned invisible and walked away from the ordeal without looking back, not forgetting to vanish the stone dome from over the ugly baby bird.
If he wasn't in stealth mode, Quinn would have hummed a song in joy.
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Blue - S L O T H <-- > A C E D I A
Pink - _ U S _ <-- > L U X U R I A
Red - W R A T H <-- > I R A
Yellow - G R E E D <-- > _ _ A _ I T I _
Violet - P R I D E <-- > S U P E R B I A
Green - _ N V _ <-- > I _ V I _ I A
Orange - _ L _ T T _ N _ <--> G U L A
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Quinn West - MC - Basilisks, gone~! Horcrux, gone~! Venom, have it all~!
Specter-Riddle - Horcrux - Ooooh, he dead. So dead.
Harry Potter - Basilisk Slayer - Props to the dude.
Fawkes - Pheonix - Going from big-beautiful turkey to baby-ugly turkey.
Ivy Potter - Petrified - Even when turned to stone, her creditor wants the payment - Pitiful.
Terence Higgins - Slytherin - Random dude victim to Lucius Malfoy's decision.
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