Draco lowered his hand that was holding the wand, and took the diary from Harry's hand with his other free hand.
He carefully avoided the burning hole in the middle, staring at it in disbelief.
He asked Harry, "You killed the Basilisk? And you have the diary?"
"Yes, it is all gone," Harry said to Draco, wiping his dirty face.
Draco, as if in a trance, asked absentmindedly, "How did you do that? That Basilisk—"
"You once said that we should find its weak point, right?" Harry said with a smile. "It is the eyes. Its weak point is the eyes."
"That is really good. None of us expected that," Draco praised him.
This unusual word of approval from the usually serious Slytherin boy made Harry feel a little embarrassed.
"And this diary?" Draco shook it, staring at the hole, a thought gradually forming in his mind.
"As you can see, I pierced this diary through with the Basilisk's fangs." Harry grinned.
"Of course!" Draco thought.
According to the Grey Lady, the Basilisk's fangs could even destroy the Dark Lord's Horcruxes, let alone the Dark magical items that the Dark Lord casually created when he was young!
"Well done!" Draco said admiringly.
Harry pulled off a brilliant move, using the enemy's own weapon against him.
This ability to use readily available materials and achieve great results with minimal effort is something every Slytherin should appreciate.
"And this sword?" Draco examined the conspicuous ruby and the gleaming silver of the blade, realising that this was clearly Gryffindor's sword.
He had seen a similar sword at Malfoy Manor.
At that time, the goblin Griphook from Gringotts said it was fake. But Draco thought it was probably real.
Because the sword from my previous life is exactly the same as the one in front of me.
Equally exquisite, equally luxurious, equally menacing.
"I do not know, it fell out of the Sorting Hat." Harry was also puzzled. He told Draco, "I used it to fight the Basilisk and killed it."
"You did not use a wand?" Draco asked in surprise.
"Back then, I was not paying attention, and the person in the diary took my wand." A gloomy look appeared on Harry's face.
"He can take your wand?" Draco asked, puzzled. "Is he not a memory, a thought?"
"Yes, but then he started draining Ginny's life force and gradually became a physical being," Harry said. "I do not really know how it happened. Anyway, he took my wand."
"You really need to be more careful with your wand," Draco said thoughtfully, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.
"Luckily, I had the sword, otherwise it would have been really dangerous," Harry said, looking at the sword with lingering fear.
Draco glanced silently at the sword, a strange sense of awe washing over him.
Why does Harry always prefer close combat? Why does he not act like a wizard, throwing his wand around carelessly, and instead prefer hand-to-hand fighting?
The scariest thing is that he actually won.
He killed the super monster with cold weapons, a monster that even an adult wizard could not subdue with a wand!
Could it be that Harry's talent for restraining the Dark Lord lies here?!
Could it be that he should be a warrior carrying a sword, or rather, a surprising melee wizard, rather than the kind of wizard who uses a wand to attack from a distance in the conventional sense?
Speaking of which—Harry seems to be quite resistant to the Dark Lord's curses, no matter what he is cursed with.
Faced with the Dark Lord's curse, he seemed to be even tougher and more resilient than giants and werewolves with high magic resistance.
On another note, could it be that I misjudged the direction in my past life?
Draco silently watched Harry's blood-covered face yet nonchalant demeanour, his mind swirling with countless mind-blowing thoughts.
Could it be that for Harry, the real way to unleash the destructive power of a wand is to poke someone's nose, rather than to cast a spell?
Merlin, this idea is getting more and more outrageous, you should stop now!
"This is not the time to think about that!" Draco shuddered, reminding himself.
There is something Draco has been looking forward to for a long time, and he must seize this hard-won opportunity to do it.
"I have a favour to ask, it may sound strange, but it is very important to me." Draco hesitated, carefully choosing his words, trying to put on the curious expression a second-year student should have. "I want to go inside that Chamber and see that dead Basilisk."
He put on the most sincere expression he could imagine, and looked at Harry. "You know, this is, after all, a long-standing legend of Slytherin House. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to see what those legendary things really look like..."
"Go ahead." Harry smiled understandingly at Draco and held the door open for him. "The Basilisk's eyes have been gouged out by Fawkes, so it is all right for you to look. Just be careful, though, its fangs are poisonous."
"Thank you, Harry! Five minutes will do!" Draco nodded gratefully to Harry and rushed into the long, dimly lit room.
He glanced only briefly at the stone pillars carved with entwined serpents and at the enormous, hideous statue of Salazar Slytherin before focusing all his attention on the Basilisk.
He rushed towards the Basilisk lying limp on the ground, turned his back to Harry, quickly put on his dragonhide gloves, and pulled out several of the venomous fangs he had been longing for from its wide-open mouth—thin, gleaming, and filled with venom—and carefully placed them in some crystal containers in his storage bag.
Then he stood up, swaggered around the Basilisk, and admired it for a whilst.
The Basilisk is a treasure trove; it contains so many excellent potion ingredients! Draco's gaze lingered on the Basilisk, filled with regret.
Unfortunately, time was limited, so I could not thoroughly analyse it!
What a pity, what a pity.
However, Draco knew he could not be greedy. He already had the most important fang in his hands, and to avoid any unforeseen complications, he only glanced at it briefly before hurriedly running back to the entrance of the Chamber.
Harry was waiting for him at the door.
"How was it?" Harry looked at him with sparkling eyes.
"Cool! I really do not know how you managed to kill such a serpent monster! Even with such a powerful sword, I think it is something no ordinary person could do!" Draco praised sincerely.
He did not mention the Basilisk's fangs. The fewer people who know about taking the fangs, the better.
Such dangerous weapons will attract the covetous eyes of those with ulterior motives. If the Dark Lord were to truly rise from the dead one day, the first person he would likely not spare would be the one wielding his venomous fangs, who could pose a constant threat to his "little gadgets."
Ultimately, Draco did not trust anyone.
Even with Harry Potter smiling so warmly at him at this moment, he was still unsure if he could completely trust him.
No one will truly understand him, Draco sighed inwardly.
In this world, his soul will forever be lonely and helpless; he does not expect any salvation.
"Ron has already taken Ginny on his way back, let us hurry," Harry said to him, smiling at him without any suspicion.
Draco felt a pang of shame; he felt he had let Harry down.
But he could not take the risk.
Even the slightest risk would be a fatal blow to him. Draco Malfoy suppressed his complex emotions and followed closely behind Harry.
He walked silently, wearily, and stumbling along, seemingly never reaching the end of the road.