days at Hogwarts

Chapter 212: The first seven-page scene - snake swallowing snake

The thin snake possessed by Voldemort lay limp on the ground, pain arose from the root of every inch of the scale, and the muscles under the scale kept spasming and twitching.

In the ghost state, he can use some soul magic with the help of his deep understanding of the soul.For example, that idiot Lockhart just now launched a forgetting spell that was completely aimed at the deep memory of the soul. It happened to hit the muzzle of his gun and made him suffer the consequences with just one breath.

But when it comes to other spells involving magic, it seems powerless.It was just the disarming spell of the second-year little wizard, which made him in this state almost want to die.

Fortunately, he made no attempt to find those servants who claimed to be loyal.Otherwise, this lingering ghost may be imprisoned in a certain glass bottle by those people using the black magic of family history, and they will torture him day and night for his powerful secrets.

Feeling the limpness of the snake's body, Voldemort turned his twisted and twitched muscles over again.

Power, power... Only strong power is the foundation of everything.

The thin snake crawled at the foot of the huge stone sculpture of Salazar Slytherin, raised its head and neighed: "Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the four giants of Hogwarts."

Under everyone's attention, the face of the stone sculpture standing in the secret room moved. Its mouth opened wider and wider, and finally formed a huge black hole.

A gigantic creature moved in the mouth of the statue, and slid out from the depths of the statue. The huge snake tail swung and hit the stone board with a shocking rumbling sound, as if the whole secret room was trembling.

Professor McGonagall, who was hiding behind the stone pillar, was so frightened that her hair stood on end, and she raised her wand and was about to go out to protect her students.But Dumbledore reached out and grabbed her, silently shaking his head at her.

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, and then at the two young wizards confronting the basilisk in front of them. The trust they had gained over the years prevented her from kicking Dumbledore away.

She shook off Dumbledore's hand angrily, and didn't move any further, but the transfiguration professor's fingers were tightly gripping his wand, ready to rush out at any moment.

Under the statue of Slytherin, a chill spread from the ground to their legs, and then from their legs to their hearts.Harry and Ron felt their bodies shaking uncontrollably. When they saw the outline of the basilisk, they invariably closed their eyes tightly.

They remember very well that the Basilisk's gaze has a lethal effect, and it takes effect when it is seen.

"Guess how many Ron Weasleys and Harry Potters can fill this guy's stomach?" Ron said mournfully, his legs shaking uncontrollably.With a quick glance just now, I saw that the basilisk was bigger than the snake slough outside.

Harry's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He took a deep breath and wanted to say something.But the darkness in front of him brought endless panic, and the sound of the crawling basilisk made this panic even stronger.

"Save us, save us... whoever can save us, no matter who!" Ron panicked.

At this moment, a clear chirp sounded, and Harry and Ron couldn't help but open a thin crack and saw the warm flames floating on Fox's body.

The huge basilisk was green all over, with the gorgeous light of poisonous snakes, and its body was as thick as the trunk of an oak tree.Fox, who has just nirvana, has not yet fully grown its feathers, but it flies very dexterously, circling around the head of the basilisk...

Behind the stone pillar, Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore with resentment, and her uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

Snape's eyes were gloomy, and he looked at Dumbledore with complicated eyes.

Even Professor Flitwick couldn't hold it back. He looked at Dumbledore sideways and hesitated to speak.

With a playful smile on the corner of Loren's mouth, he looked at Dumbledore amusedly, seeing that his face remained unchanged, staring at the battlefield in front of him with a serious face.

On the battlefield, Phoenix Fox quickly pecked the eyes of the basilisk blind. Harry and Ron avoided the attack of the basilisk and were gradually cornered.

Finally, when the two were unable to retreat, the Sorting Hat appeared inexplicably and fell into Harry's arms. Harry pulled out the Gryffindor sword and slammed into the snake's mouth. His arm was pierced by the fangs, and at the same time, he raised his hand. The sword pierced the basilisk's upper jaw.

Writhing in agony, the basilisk rolled back to the statue's feet, its fangs snapping off in the process, leaving Harry's arm.

Crabbe, who was cowering behind Voldemort, stood up and laughed wildly: "The famous Harry Potter is finished like this. He challenged the Dark Lord beyond his own capabilities and was finally defeated by the Dark Lord. Ha." Leigh, you will meet your mudblood mother soon..."

No one paid any attention to him. Harry was lying on the floor. The severe pain was slowly and continuously spreading from the wound to his whole body. Harry's vision gradually blurred. in the dark colors of the living.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron whimpered and cried, grabbing the fang that was spraying venom into Harry's body, but they both knew it was too late.

Ron held Harry in his arms, tears streaming down Harry's arms, making him feel warm and wet.

The basilisk was pierced in the head by the sword and died.Crabbe and the thin snake possessed by Voldemort should not be Ron's opponents, anyway, with Fox's help.

Harry's heart that had been hanging slowly fell, and his eyes were already blurred.Harry opened his mouth and felt his throat was a little hoarse, but he still insisted and said, "Tell Justin—"

Before he could finish his last words, Fawkes landed next to the two of them and pressed his head against Harry's wound. Pearl-like teardrops fell on Harry's wound along the smooth feathers, glowing with a crystal light.

"Get off, you bastard. Get off of him, do you hear me? Get off!" Crabbe's exasperated voice came from a distance, fading away in the empty secret room, like a clown in a stage play.

Voldemort watched this scene from a distance. Of course he knew that Phoenix's tears had healing effects, but he didn't move, and he didn't intend to stop it.

The appearance of the Phoenix Fox, the appearance of the Sorting Hat, the appearance of the Gryffindor Sword... All the signs showed that Dumbledore was watching here.

He had expected a long time ago that in his current state, it would be impossible to kill Harry Potter in Hogwarts Castle under the control of Dumbledore.

However, it was never his intention to kill Harry Potter.Even making a living Horcrux was just a passing thought... Voldemort's Nobuko confided happily, he shrunk his body and crawled towards the slowly dying basilisk.

At the foot of the Slytherin statue, a thin snake was not big enough for a basilisk's scales. It leaned in front of the basilisk like a maggot: "Open your mouth and accept me. You are about to die, and I will continue Slytherin's career." "

The struggle of the basilisk gradually weakened, and it could no longer see anything.But in the darkness, it still found the direction of the Slytherin stone sculpture, and twisted its neck vigorously, trying to look there again.

But it was too weak, and all its strength poured out along the wound in the jaw. For a huge body of more than 20 feet, this movement could not be completed even if the whole body's strength was mobilized.

The basilisk accepted its fate, let its head slump to the floor, exhausted the remaining strength in its body, and opened its mouth slightly: "If you want... just take it."

Voldemort ecstatically burrowed into the basilisk's mouth. In the process, a gloomy mist floated on the thin snake and rushed towards the basilisk's head. In an unperceivable dimension, the ghost infested the basilisk. soul.

All planning is for this moment.

As a Slytherin basilisk, the most precious thing about it is not its eyes with extraordinary magic power, nor its indestructible fangs.Instead, it remains in the soul of the basilisk, the research data about Slytherin thousands of years ago.

After reading the information left in the diary, Voldemort was eager to get more information about sages, immortality, ancient wizards, and ancient magic.And this information is hidden in the soul of the basilisk.

The basilisk lived with Slytherin day and night, witnessed all his research, all his magical theories.It's just that with the intelligence of the basilisk, it can't understand that knowledge at all, and can only mechanically keep the experimental pictures and sounds from thousands of years ago in memory.After thousands of years of baptism, those memories have settled in the depths of the soul and become deep memories.

For the basilisk, it is the dull and boring repetitive work of the master, and the meaningless words that the master babbles on, but for others, it is the most precious wealth left by Slytherin to his heirs.

The basilisk is different from other magical creatures. No one can look into the eyes of the basilisk, and with the intelligence of the basilisk, it is impossible to answer any magic-related questions.

When Voldemort was thinking about how to extract the basilisk's memory, he considered making the basilisk into a Horcrux.Through the Horcrux path, he can establish a soul connection with the Basilisk, and perhaps access the Basilisk's memory through that connection.

But there is no precedent for living Horcruxes, and Voldemort cannot be 100% successful.Under Dumbledore's nose, he didn't have as many opportunities to try.Eventually he abandoned the idea and made a plan to actively merge with the basilisk's soul, taking over its deep memories.

However, in his weak ghost state, only when the basilisk is dying and weak can it occupy its soul.Since then, the basilisk has been doomed to death.

At the last moment of dying, the basilisk's huge, blood-drenched eye sockets twitched, its huge yellow eyes, bulbous, unable to see anything, but still struggling to look in the direction of the Slytherin statue.

Salazar Slytherin, its master...

It vaguely remembered that the owner was not like a stone sculpture at the beginning, he was also a noble, polite and good-looking gentleman who came from a pure-blooded nobleman.

Only later, it started to play with those weird things, and even touched its own body, and slowly turned into this old monkey face.

Although he only feeds himself white mice, spiders... these small snacks that are not enough to eat, and he doesn't even want to spend time to bring it some large food in the nearby forest, and strictly prohibits it from looking for food by itself.But after a long time, the basilisk felt that those mice and spiders were also quite delicious.

Slytherin restrained it from going out of the secret room, especially not to appear in front of the students in this castle... There are many rules and regulations, but the basilisk can't understand, and it can't remember the master's explanation.

But the master did not tell him to obey the heir's orders. He just listened to the familiar Parseltongue. The Basilisk's brain was not enough and he could not help but follow the orders of the Parseltongue.

Master, he shouldn't blame me...

In the endless thick darkness, the basilisk, which had lost its eyesight, seemed to see that lonely figure again.It couldn't help but feel some grievances in its heart: "Why did you come here now? I've been asleep for a long time..."

The huge snake body stopped breathing completely and never moved again.

Behind the stone pillar, only Loren, guided by some intuition, glanced in the direction of the basilisk from a distance, and his eyes widened instantly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Two snakes faced each other, one snake opened its mouth and swallowed the other snake.From Loren's perspective, behind the two snakes was a tall stone pillar, which suddenly looked like a walking stick.

That scene is like the pattern at the end of the tunnel, on the stone wall, like the pattern on the first seven pages of a mysterious book.

The prophecy that spanned countless years was unfolding before his eyes, and the pictures in "The Book of Abraham" came into reality, and Loren's heart shook violently.

Why, why did Slytherin and Abraham prophesy the same picture?

Did Slytherin foresee it before leaving the basilisk in the secret room of the castle?Had these things been planned by Slytherin a long time ago?

He felt a little uneasy in his heart.

No one noticed Loren's strangeness. The attention of the other professors was on Harry and Fox.

Harry felt a warm, burning sensation in the wound, and the warmth flowed through his body, dispelling the pain.Hearing again, Ron's crying and Crabbe's shouting made his head hurt.

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes and met Ron who was crying with snot and tears all over his face.A long, sticky stream of snot drooped down his face, making it hard to look straight at him, and Harry tilted his head calmly.

Ron didn't miss the fleeting look in his eyes: "Hey, you were disgusting me just now, right? That's definitely disgusting!"

Harry patted Fox's head, the stubble on it was still a bit irritating, he turned over silently and stood up: "No, you read it wrong."

"For whom am I crying so badly? Could it be for myself..." Ron muttered, with a smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth.

Crabbe looked at them resentfully, and roared with tearing vocal cords, "Why aren't you dead, why aren't you dead, why aren't you dead!"

Harry and Ron smiled at each other, picked up their wands together, and approached.

Crabbe's cursing voice stagnated and he became a little flustered. He looked around and asked for help: "Dark Lord! Dark Lord..."

Before the words were finished, a black soul came out of the body of the basilisk, without substance, it went straight out of the secret room like a ghost, and disappeared.

Loren is very familiar with this scene, he saw it once when he played Quirrell last year.He was a little dumbfounded: "Voldemort, just ran away?"

The prophecies that spanned the ages were witnessed by the "Book of Abraham", and Slytherin was involved. He thought Voldemort was doing something to the basilisk, and there might have been a mutated riot on the spot.

It just ran away?

The basilisk was killed, Voldemort fled, and there were only a handful of little wizards left on the scene.Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it anymore, she strode out of the stone pillar:

"Potter! Weasley!"

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