"Such powerful vitality! Could it be the Philosopher's Stone?" said the youthful Voldemort.
Oren said, "Fred, George, stop holding back. Ginny's fine now. Give it everything you've got! Kick his ass!"
"We'll try!" ×2
Fred and George dodged Voldemort's spells in a sorry state.
After slashing the Basilisk a few times, Ron was knocked unconscious by debris sent flying by its tail.
Harry was forced against the wall by the Basilisk. Watching its enormous jaws bite down at him, he gritted his teeth and drove the sword forward with all his strength.
The sword stabbed viciously into the Basilisk's upper jaw. Harry was drenched in snake blood, and one of its fangs pierced his arm.
"Haha, the great Harry Potter is about to die of poison!" the youthful Voldemort mocked as he toyed with the twins.
Oren picked up the diary beside Ginny and ran to the already-dead Basilisk. He lifted its upper jaw, placed the diary on its lower jaw, then drove a venomous fang straight through the diary as if using a stapler.
"No!"
The youthful Voldemort vanished. At the same time, a great deal of ink poured from the diary, staining the Basilisk's huge mouth black.
Fred ran over from afar and asked, "Are they all right?"
"Ginny seems to be asleep, and Ron should just be unconscious," George said after checking the two of them.
"Harry was poisoned by the Basilisk, but it's not a big problem. Fawkes is treating him," Oren said without looking back, staring at the Basilisk.
After catching his breath, Harry slowly walked toward Oren with Gryffindor's Sword as a cane. "Is that Riddle guy dead?"
"Yeah, he's stone-cold dead by now." Oren pried the diary off the fang. "Too bad it was just a diary. Otherwise, I'd have scattered his ashes."