If Voldemort was telling the truth and the basilisk had attacked Ginny Weasley, then who had summoned it? Parseltongue was hardly an ability anyone could have!
It wasn't Jerry, and it probably wasn't Voldemort either. After all, rescuing someone while looking a basilisk straight in the eyes was no easy feat.
No wonder Voldemort's soul was so weak back then! Jerry thought, recalling the state Riddle's Diary had been in when it came into his possession.
If it wasn't him or Voldemort, could it have been Harry? Jerry glanced at Harry, who stood beside Ginny with a flushed face, at a complete loss, and immediately shook his head. He was definitely overthinking it! With Harry's command of Parseltongue, controlling a basilisk was out of the question. He would be lucky if he could even understand it right now!
After mulling it over, Jerry found his thoughts drifting toward the Apostles. Could those vermin really be behind this again? But all they needed to do was take the Diary. Why go out of their way to attack Ginny Weasley?
Watching Harry do nothing but shift his gaze between Jerry and himself, Voldemort sighed in disappointment.
"Harry Potter, meeting you tonight has been a disappointment. Those ridiculous fools and Mudbloods out there actually call you the Chosen One. I'm curious—how did a baby defeat the greatest wizard of all time over a decade ago?"
"You're not," Harry said breathlessly, his voice filled with hatred.
"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world!"
"What did you say? Dumbledore? All I did was use Ginny through the Diary, and I drove Dumbledore out of Hogwarts!" Voldemort said through gritted teeth. His smile had vanished entirely, replaced by an exceedingly ugly expression.
"All right, all right! I didn't come here to listen to you