Silence filled the Chamber.
Air seemed frozen. Only rolling rubble echoed in everyone's ears.
"Is... is he dead?"
Ron murmured uncertainly.
He looked down at his sister Ginny's pale face. His trembling fingertips brushed her still-cold cheek. His heart gradually sank into an abyss.
"But... what about Ginny..."
His reddened eyes filled with hatred. He gritted his teeth, wanting to investigate. But Harry yanked him back hard. Held him down.
"Ron, calm down!"
"This isn't over!"
"What?"
Ron instinctively looked toward the distance.
The terrifying figure burning with Hellfire slowly walked to the Slytherin statue. Stepped on Voldemort's Horcrux diary like trash. Crushed it.
The moment Hellfire touched the black cover, the diary trembled violently.
Faintly, shrill wails seemed to escape from within. Echoing in Ron's ears. Ron couldn't help gripping Harry's arm tighter. His face pale.
"Scumbag, nice performance."
"Layer after layer..."
The pale jaw opened and closed slightly. Scorching Hellfire surged within. The hoarse, eerie duet followed.
"I bet you're good at this."
"If there's a chance in the future, I'll introduce you to strip at the Shelby pub."
"At least you've got a bitch face. Those old queens would love stuffing cash in your lace panties..."
The wailing from the soul's depths gradually stopped. Instead came hysterical cursing. The diary tried opening its pages to show Tiger the text.
However, Tiger picked it up. His pale skeletal fingers casually pinched the page corner. Hellfire's tongue greedily licked the cover. As if tasting something delicious.
Unable to open its pages, the diary trembled violently again. Seemingly in pain and anger.
"Mr. Shelby, this is an extremely dangerous dark magical object. To prevent further accidents, we need to hand it to Dumbledore."
Just then, Professor McGonagall walked toward Tiger.
Her serious, tense eyes held a trace of worry. Afraid Tiger would also be bewitched by the diary.
She knew this was a Horcrux, of course.
But this wasn't something any young wizard should know about. So she didn't say it directly.
"No need, Professor McGonagall."
Tiger looked back at her.
The surging Hellfire extinguished. The skeletal bones disappeared beneath newly formed flesh.
Everything returned to calm.
The fierce, familiar face reappeared before everyone. As if that terrifying figure was just an illusion.
"Snack time."
"If Headmaster Dumbledore really wants to see this bitch, he'll have to dig through my toilet tomorrow morning. If he comes early enough, it'll still be warm..."
"Mr. Shelby!"
"If you want to pass Transfiguration, please act like a proper Slytherin."
Professor McGonagall cut Tiger off irritably.
Every word this boy said trampled Hogwarts' education and insulted Slytherin House.
"Alright, Professor."
"I surrender..."
Tiger raised his hands in surrender. Grinned viciously. He knew Dumbledore was here and could hear everything he said.
Before Professor McGonagall could continue, Venom's greedy, fierce maw appeared behind Tiger. With a "crunch," the diary became confetti between his fangs. Like going through a shredder.
Shrill screaming instantly spread.
As if sensing the despair and pain in this soul wave, everyone in the Chamber trembled.
"Ginny!"
Ron's overjoyed cry suddenly rang out...
"What?"
"You're saying he's..."
"Hey! Don't say that word!"
"Merlin's fishnet stockings..."
"Truly worthy of Father!"
"Cheers to Father!"
"To Father, to Shelby, to Slytherin!"
In the Great Hall, Slytherin's cheers surged like tidal waves. One higher than the next.
The young snakes' gazes focused entirely on Tiger. Their eyes sparkled with amazement and disbelief.
Most Slytherins didn't actually know who the strange Slytherin in the Chamber was.
But Ron's big mouth leaked everything immediately. Now Slytherin was in complete uproar.
Draco was especially excited. His face flushed. As if he were the hero who defeated the Dark Lord.
He described the scene endlessly to those around him. Every detail thrilled him.
This shameless boasting gave Tiger a headache. Especially with Timaeus and Theodore's extremely approving looks.
And Gemma Farley.
The prefect's cool eyes, veiled with mist, nearly drowned Tiger.
Fortunately, just then, a phoenix cry rang from overhead.
Starlight dotted the hall's ceiling. Dumbledore's Fawkes flew into the Great Hall. Dropped a letter beside Tiger's hand. Then flew away without looking back.
Like escaping.
Black tentacles like lasso ropes slid through the air. Venom's deeply regretful sigh echoed. He and Tiger had been eyeing that turkey for ages...
Tiger opened the letter.
Elegant calligraphy appeared on the page.
Dear Tiger,
I offer you my deepest congratulations. You have become a hero who saves others from danger. Your soul shines with kindness.
You are truly a good person.
If time permits, please come to the Headmaster's office. The Weasleys wish to express their gratitude.
Of course, regarding the diary, I need more details for your safety.
By the way, I've been enjoying Cockroach Clusters lately, not half-giant heel calluses.
May your bravery and kindness continue illuminating every corner of this world.
Your most faithful Albus Dumbledore.
"Motherfucker, damn old bastard."
"Finally dares to see me."
Tiger cursed as he put down the letter.
Though full of displeasure toward this old bee, the words "good person" still hooked Tiger. He didn't plan to refuse this invitation.
Tiger turned to his side.
"Draco."
"The mere Dark Lord... wait."
"You called me? Father?"
The fierce gaze glanced at Draco, still savoring the moment, and the young snakes with burning eyes.
What a fanatical preacher. If he kept going, Slytherin would probably rush out to challenge their parents.
Tiger sighed silently.
"Come with me..."
"What?"
Before Draco could react, Tiger grabbed the young dragon's scruff like a goose. Strode out of the Great Hall...
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