looking at me, child?*But the unfam

looking at me, child?*

But the unfamiliar human voice whispered in Harry's ear: "Don't look at the basilisk, Harry! For if you do, it will turn you to stone with a glance!" Harry had no idea who was speaking, and he squirmed away from the hand and turned his head around so he could see who his unexpected companion was.

He caught a brief glimpse of dark curls and a black robe, and something about the stranger seemed oddly familiar. "Excuse me, but who..." Harry's words were cut short by a great slithering noise that filled the chamber and echoed among the ancient walls.

Harry's unknown companion swore. "The basilisk is coming for us!" He shouted quickly in Snake: *Stay back from him, Serpent!*

*No. If you have brought him to me, I get to eat him.* The snake sounded rather moody.

*No! You can't hurt him!* The stranger's voice was shaking a little.

*You speak Snake, too?* Harry asked his new friend, breathlessly. He turned at looked more closely at the interesting stranger. But that was... that was Tom! It had to be; Harry recognized the beautiful shadowy form from the diary, although the boy by his side was real.

"Tom! I can actually see you!" Harry was so excited about this that he wanted to hug Tom right away, but Tom seemed rather preoccupied with the snake.

*The basilisk is not obeying me.* Tom's voice sounded frightened. *We need a weapon of some sort if you are going to get out of here alive. The basilisk is hungry, and its gaze is deadly. Don't look directly at it, Harry!*

Harry peeked quickly in the direction of the snake through lowered eyelashes, taking care not to look straight into its eyes. The vast body was slithering over the rough stone floor, coming closer...

Poor thing! It must be so tiresome to have such a sharp gaze that all beings turned to stone before you! Harry felt very bad for the poor snake. He had heard of certain races of mountain trolls who had a similar problem with their gaze, and they usually ended up petrifying each other, leaving nothing but vast circles of curiously shaped standing stones behind.

Harry cast some quick Night and Mist magic in the direction of the serpent's head, and a weird hiss echoed through the chamber.

*What happened? I can't see!* The snake's voice turned into a horrible shriek.

Harry stepped forward and spoke gently to his new friend. *Don't worry, Mr. Basilisk. I didn't hurt you, even if your eyes feel a little funny right now. You will find that everything is actually much better this way. You will be able to see again in a moment, when your eyes adjust, but I have dimmed your vision a bit, so it won't turn anyone to stone.*

The serpent's head moved wildly to and fro, its enormous golden eyes - which Harry could now admire without being accidentally petrified - searching frantically for something. *I will eat you up! I will eat... I will rip.. Tear...*

*Oh, are you hungry, then?* Harry reached out and petted the hard greenish scales gently. *That's not surprising, actually. It's got to be hard to find enough food when you are this size...*

*I will eat you!* insisted the serpent.

Harry had to laugh. *Oh, no, Mr. Basilisk, I'm not food. And neither is Tom, of course. But if you hang on a minute, I'll find you some sausages or something - the Slytherin boys always sneak some up to the common room with them after lunch. Ron always seems to get hungry in the late afternoon, and Crabbe and Goyle as well. Oh, but I do have an apple in my pocket.* Harry produced the apple and handed it to the poor snake. The apple looked ridiculously tiny compared to the vast green serpent. *It's not a lot for you to eat when you are this size, of course, but if we just shrink you down a little...There!*

The next moment, the huge shape looming above them was gone, and in its stead, a pretty footlong snake stared up at Harry with golden eyes. *What... How did you get so big?*

Harry laughed and picked up the snake. *I didn't get bigger; you just got a little smaller, Mr. Basilisk. Here, try the apple - it should be a lot more filling now.*

The serpent hesitated for a moment, then gulped down the apple and looked hungrily at Harry's arm. It was a good thing Harry had dimmed the Basilisk's vision, or he might have had a little stony patch on his forearm right now! Or maybe the petrifying gaze only worked if you looked back with your eyes?

Harry turned to Tom with a smile. "Come on, Tom! Let's go get him some sausages. He still seems hungry."

But Tom just stood there for a long moment, staring at Harry with his wide silver-grey eyes. How curious that Tom, who was usually made of nothing but words, now suddenly seemed to be at a loss for them!

Finally, Tom breathed: "Look at you, Harry. Just look at you... You are standing there, you enchanted creature, in Salazar's own chamber, holding his dread monster in your arms." He ran a hand softly through Harry's hair and whispered: "And look at the basilisk, settling down in your embrace. The monster cannot resist your magic..." Tom leaned forward, and Harry felt a light kiss on the top of his head.

Harry smiled up at him and let Tom pet the little snake too. "Isn't he beautiful, Tom? By the way, how did you get out of the diary? You are not even a shadow right now; you are completely real. How did you do that?"

A perplexed expression passed over Tom's pale face for a moment. "I... I don't actually know, Harry. I have never done this before. It felt as if some irresistible magic was pulling me out to you the moment you were in danger... How very, very curious! I don't know what sort of magic this is; I have never encountered it before."

"Oh." Harry pondered this for a moment. "Maybe we should ask Dumbledore what sort of enchantment this is? He seems to know a lot about different sorts of magic. There might be a name for it." Harry noticed that Tom was beginning to flicker a little around the edges now. "If we knew what it was, you could come out of the diary as often as you wanted to."

"Ask Dumbledore?" Tom's lovely face was beginning to grow more insubstantial now, and his voice was fading to a slight whisper. "I don't know about that, Harry... I don't want him to know about the diary. I don't want anyone to know about me, except you."

"You don't?" Harry felt a little disappointed. He would have loved to introduce Tom to all his other friends, and to Leaf and Twig. "Oh, no - you are almost gone! See you in the diary later this evening, then, Tom!"

"I will be waiting for you." Tom's voice was only a slight breath now, and the last remnants of his form faded slowly into the shadows of the chamber.

...

"Oooh! What have you got there?" A small first-year student who had been skipping down the hallways skidded to a sudden halt when she spotted Harry and the basilisk. No one else was around, so Harry supposed that it must be time for afternoon classes already. But the little girl didn't seem to worry about afternoon classes any more than Harry did. He had decided to feed the basilisk first and get him properly settled in before heading to potions. He was sure Professor Snape would be very understanding about missing class for such a good reason. The girl stared, transfixed, at the basilisk, and for a moment, Harry was worried that he hadn't dimmed the serpent's vision quite enough. Oh no! His new friend hadn't petrified the girl, had he?

But no, the girl was just gazing at the basilisk in breathless admiration. Harry smiled at her. "He's beautiful, isn't he?"

The girl nodded. Her long curls, the color of a slightly mud-streaked daffodil, bounced around her shoulders. "Would you mind if I pet him? I've never seen an actual crumple-horned snorkack before, you see..."

"A crumple-horned what?" Harry stared at her.

"Snorkack." The girl petted the basilisk gently. He muttered a few bad words in Snake at first, but then the girl appeared to find an itchy spot on his neck, and the basilisk craned into her touch and fell silent. "They are frightfully rare. You are so lucky to have one!"

Harry examined the snake carefully. "Are you sure he's a crumple-horned snorkack? I don't see a horn anywhere."

"Of course not!" The girl giggled a little as the basilisk suddenly glared at her when she stopped scratching. "Ooh, his glance is sort of... cold, isn't it? How funny! Well, you can't usually see the horn of a snorkack because it's all crumpled, you see."

"Ah." Harry scrutinized the basilisk's horn-less head for a moment. "Well, that makes sense."

"I'm Luna, by the way," said the girl. "And I know that you are Harry, since everyone in school is talking about you. Is it true that you were raised by nargles?"

"I don't know." Harry pondered this for a moment. "I suppose that depends on what a nargle is. I was raised by my friend Leaf, who is a fairy, but I don't know whether he is also a nargle."

Luna looked gravely at him. "Is your friend afraid of radishes? Most nargles are."

Harry considered this. "I don't think he's afraid of them, exactly, but he does find them a little spicy."

Luna beamed. "He might be a nargle, then. Does he ever steal people's shoes?"

"Of course not!" Harry was a little shocked at this outrageous suggestion. "Leaf is very polite. He never steals shoes."

"Hm." Luna frowned. "What about mistletoe? Does he ever infest mistletoe?"

"What?"

"Sometimes you find lots of tiny nargles in mistletoe. They like to sleep in it."

"Really? Well, newborn fairies do like to sleep among the mistletoe. Their parents put them there to keep them safe, since they are very tiny and the birds could easily mistake them for insects and swallow them. But the mistletoe has very prickly leaves, so all the birds and animals leave the baby fairies alone."

Luna nodded slowly. "I see. You were probably raised by nargles, then. How very interesting! By the way, what is your snorkack's name?"

"I don't know!" Harry suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten to ask his new friend his name. He petted the basilisk on t

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nhìn tôi, trẻ em không? *Nhưng tiếng nói của con người không quen thuộc thì thầm vào tai của Harry: "Đừng nhìn tại basilisk, Harry! Vì nếu bạn làm, nó sẽ chuyển bạn sang đá với một nháy mắt!" Harry đã không biết người đã nói chuyện, và ông squirmed ra khỏi bàn tay và quay đầu lại vì vậy ông có thể thấy người đồng hành của mình bất ngờ.Ông đánh bắt một cái nhìn ngắn của tối lọn tóc và một chiếc áo choàng màu đen, và một cái gì đó về những người lạ có vẻ kỳ quặc quen thuộc. "Xin lỗi, nhưng..." Harry từ bị cắt ngắn bởi một tiếng ồn lớn sự trơn đầy phòng và lặp lại trong các bức tường cổ xưa.Đồng hành không rõ của Harry đã thề. "Basilisk đến cho chúng tôi!" Ông hét lên nhanh chóng trong con rắn: * trú trở lại từ anh ta, con rắn! ** Số Nếu bạn đã đưa ông đến tôi, tôi có thể ăn him.* con rắn có vẻ khá thất thường.* No! Bạn không thể làm tổn thương Anh! * tiếng nói của người lạ đã bắt một chút.* Bạn nói con rắn, quá? * Harry hỏi người bạn mới của ông, breathlessly. Ông bật tại xem xét chặt chẽ hơn những người lạ thú vị. Nhưng đó là... đó là Tom! Nó phải; Harry công nhận mẫu vong linh tuyệt đẹp từ quyển nhật ký, mặc dù cậu bé bên cạnh của ông đã được thực sự. "Tom! Tôi có thể thực sự thấy bạn!" Harry đã rất vui mừng về việc này mà ông muốn ôm Tom ngay lập tức, nhưng Tom có vẻ khá bận tâm với con rắn.* Basilisk không tuân theo tiếng nói me.* Tom có vẻ sợ hãi. * Chúng tôi cần một vũ khí của một số loại nếu bạn đang đi để có được ra khỏi đây còn sống. Basilisk là đói, và chiêm ngưỡng của nó là chết người. Đừng nhìn trực tiếp vào nó, Harry! *Harry peeked quickly in the direction of the snake through lowered eyelashes, taking care not to look straight into its eyes. The vast body was slithering over the rough stone floor, coming closer...Poor thing! It must be so tiresome to have such a sharp gaze that all beings turned to stone before you! Harry felt very bad for the poor snake. He had heard of certain races of mountain trolls who had a similar problem with their gaze, and they usually ended up petrifying each other, leaving nothing but vast circles of curiously shaped standing stones behind.Harry cast some quick Night and Mist magic in the direction of the serpent's head, and a weird hiss echoed through the chamber.*What happened? I can't see!* The snake's voice turned into a horrible shriek.Harry stepped forward and spoke gently to his new friend. *Don't worry, Mr. Basilisk. I didn't hurt you, even if your eyes feel a little funny right now. You will find that everything is actually much better this way. You will be able to see again in a moment, when your eyes adjust, but I have dimmed your vision a bit, so it won't turn anyone to stone.*The serpent's head moved wildly to and fro, its enormous golden eyes - which Harry could now admire without being accidentally petrified - searching frantically for something. *I will eat you up! I will eat... I will rip.. Tear...**Oh, are you hungry, then?* Harry reached out and petted the hard greenish scales gently. *That's not surprising, actually. It's got to be hard to find enough food when you are this size...**I will eat you!* insisted the serpent.Harry had to laugh. *Oh, no, Mr. Basilisk, I'm not food. And neither is Tom, of course. But if you hang on a minute, I'll find you some sausages or something - the Slytherin boys always sneak some up to the common room with them after lunch. Ron always seems to get hungry in the late afternoon, and Crabbe and Goyle as well. Oh, but I do have an apple in my pocket.* Harry produced the apple and handed it to the poor snake. The apple looked ridiculously tiny compared to the vast green serpent. *It's not a lot for you to eat when you are this size, of course, but if we just shrink you down a little...There!*The next moment, the huge shape looming above them was gone, and in its stead, a pretty footlong snake stared up at Harry with golden eyes. *What... How did you get so big?*Harry laughed and picked up the snake. *I didn't get bigger; you just got a little smaller, Mr. Basilisk. Here, try the apple - it should be a lot more filling now.*The serpent hesitated for a moment, then gulped down the apple and looked hungrily at Harry's arm. It was a good thing Harry had dimmed the Basilisk's vision, or he might have had a little stony patch on his forearm right now! Or maybe the petrifying gaze only worked if you looked back with your eyes?Harry turned to Tom with a smile. "Come on, Tom! Let's go get him some sausages. He still seems hungry."But Tom just stood there for a long moment, staring at Harry with his wide silver-grey eyes. How curious that Tom, who was usually made of nothing but words, now suddenly seemed to be at a loss for them!Finally, Tom breathed: "Look at you, Harry. Just look at you... You are standing there, you enchanted creature, in Salazar's own chamber, holding his dread monster in your arms." He ran a hand softly through Harry's hair and whispered: "And look at the basilisk, settling down in your embrace. The monster cannot resist your magic..." Tom leaned forward, and Harry felt a light kiss on the top of his head.Harry smiled up at him and let Tom pet the little snake too. "Isn't he beautiful, Tom? By the way, how did you get out of the diary? You are not even a shadow right now; you are completely real. How did you do that?"A perplexed expression passed over Tom's pale face for a moment. "I... I don't actually know, Harry. I have never done this before. It felt as if some irresistible magic was pulling me out to you the moment you were in danger... How very, very curious! I don't know what sort of magic this is; I have never encountered it before.""Oh." Harry pondered this for a moment. "Maybe we should ask Dumbledore what sort of enchantment this is? He seems to know a lot about different sorts of magic. There might be a name for it." Harry noticed that Tom was beginning to flicker a little around the edges now. "If we knew what it was, you could come out of the diary as often as you wanted to."
"Ask Dumbledore?" Tom's lovely face was beginning to grow more insubstantial now, and his voice was fading to a slight whisper. "I don't know about that, Harry... I don't want him to know about the diary. I don't want anyone to know about me, except you."

"You don't?" Harry felt a little disappointed. He would have loved to introduce Tom to all his other friends, and to Leaf and Twig. "Oh, no - you are almost gone! See you in the diary later this evening, then, Tom!"

"I will be waiting for you." Tom's voice was only a slight breath now, and the last remnants of his form faded slowly into the shadows of the chamber.

...

"Oooh! What have you got there?" A small first-year student who had been skipping down the hallways skidded to a sudden halt when she spotted Harry and the basilisk. No one else was around, so Harry supposed that it must be time for afternoon classes already. But the little girl didn't seem to worry about afternoon classes any more than Harry did. He had decided to feed the basilisk first and get him properly settled in before heading to potions. He was sure Professor Snape would be very understanding about missing class for such a good reason. The girl stared, transfixed, at the basilisk, and for a moment, Harry was worried that he hadn't dimmed the serpent's vision quite enough. Oh no! His new friend hadn't petrified the girl, had he?

But no, the girl was just gazing at the basilisk in breathless admiration. Harry smiled at her. "He's beautiful, isn't he?"

The girl nodded. Her long curls, the color of a slightly mud-streaked daffodil, bounced around her shoulders. "Would you mind if I pet him? I've never seen an actual crumple-horned snorkack before, you see..."

"A crumple-horned what?" Harry stared at her.

"Snorkack." The girl petted the basilisk gently. He muttered a few bad words in Snake at first, but then the girl appeared to find an itchy spot on his neck, and the basilisk craned into her touch and fell silent. "They are frightfully rare. You are so lucky to have one!"

Harry examined the snake carefully. "Are you sure he's a crumple-horned snorkack? I don't see a horn anywhere."

"Of course not!" The girl giggled a little as the basilisk suddenly glared at her when she stopped scratching. "Ooh, his glance is sort of... cold, isn't it? How funny! Well, you can't usually see the horn of a snorkack because it's all crumpled, you see."

"Ah." Harry scrutinized the basilisk's horn-less head for a moment. "Well, that makes sense."

"I'm Luna, by the way," said the girl. "And I know that you are Harry, since everyone in school is talking about you. Is it true that you were raised by nargles?"

"I don't know." Harry pondered this for a moment. "I suppose that depends on what a nargle is. I was raised by my friend Leaf, who is a fairy, but I don't know whether he is also a nargle."

Luna looked gravely at him. "Is your friend afraid of radishes? Most nargles are."

Harry considered this. "I don't think he's afraid of them, exactly, but he does find them a little spicy."

Luna beamed. "He might be a nargle, then. Does he ever steal people's shoes?"

"Of course not!" Harry was a little shocked at this outrageous suggestion. "Leaf is very polite. He never steals shoes."

"Hm." Luna frowned. "What about mistletoe? Does he ever infest mistletoe?"

"What?"

"Sometimes you find lots of tiny nargles in mistletoe. They like to sleep in it."

"Really? Well, newborn fairies do like to sleep among the mistletoe. Their parents put them there to keep them safe, since they are very tiny and the birds could easily mistake them for insects and swallow them. But the mistletoe has very prickly leaves, so all the birds and animals leave the baby fairies alone."

Luna nodded slowly. "I see. You were probably raised by nargles, then. How very interesting! By the way, what is your snorkack's name?"

"I don't know!" Harry suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten to ask his new friend his name. He petted the basilisk on t