Chapter 212 The First Seven-Page Scene Is a Snake Swallowing a Snake.

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

The thin snake possessed by Voldemort lay limp on the ground, pain radiating from the roots of every inch of its scales, and the muscles under the scales kept spasming and twitching.

In his ghost state, he can use his deep understanding of the soul to use some soul magic. 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 to be powerless. It was just the disarming spell cast by the second-year wizard, which made him almost miserable in this state.

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

Feeling the soreness of the thin snake's body, Voldemort encouraged the twisted and twitching muscles to turn 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 huge snake moved in the mouth of the statue, sliding out from the depths of the statue. The huge snake tail swung and collided with the stone slabs, making a shocking rumbling sound, as if the entire secret room was shaking.

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

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 angrily shook off Dumbledore's hand and stopped moving, but the Transfiguration professor's fingers were tightly clenching 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 remembered very clearly that the basilisk's gaze had a lethal effect and would take effect upon sight.

"Guess, how many Ron Weasleys and Harry Potters can fill this guy's belly?" Ron said with a sad face, his legs couldn't stop shaking. I just took a quick glance and 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.

"Help us, help us...who can save us, no matter who it is!" Ron was already panicking.

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, glowing with the bright light unique to poisonous snakes, and its body was as thick as an oak tree trunk. Fox, who had just been nirvana, had not yet fully grown its feathers, but it flew very dexterously, hovering around the basilisk's head...

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

Snape's eyes were dark, and he looked at Dumbledore with a complicated expression.

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

With a smile on his face, Loren looked at Dumbledore interestingly and saw that he was staring at the battlefield in front of him without changing his expression.

On the battlefield, Phoenix Fox quickly blinded the Basilisk's eyes. Harry and Ron avoided the Basilisk's attack and were gradually forced into a corner.

Finally, when the two of them had no choice but to retreat, the Sorting Hat appeared inexplicably and fell into Harry's arms. Harry pulled out Gryffindor's sword and rammed it into the snake's mouth. The fangs penetrated his arm and he was lifted up. The sword penetrated the basilisk's upper jaw.

The basilisk twisted in agony and rolled back to the statue's feet, its fangs breaking off in the process, leaving them lodged in 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 attention to him. Harry was lying on the floor. Severe pain was slowly and continuously spreading from the wound to his whole body. Harry's vision gradually blurred. All the scenes in front of him and everything in the secret room gradually melted into a rapidly rotating ball. In the dim colors.

"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 falling from his eyes and falling on Harry's arm, making him feel warm and wet.

The basilisk was stabbed in the head with a sword and died. Crabbe and the thin snake possessed by Voldemort should not be Ron's opponent. After all, there is also Fox's help.

Harry's heart, which had been hanging, slowly dropped, and his vision was blurred. Harry opened his mouth and felt his throat was hoarse, but he still managed to say: "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 away, you bad bird. Get away from him, do you hear me? Get away!" Crabbe's furious voice came from afar and faded in the empty secret room, like a supporting role in a stage play, the clown.

Voldemort watched this scene from a distance. Of course he knew that the tears of the Phoenix had a healing effect, but he made no move and had no intention of stepping forward to stop it.

The appearance of Phoenix Fox, the appearance of the Sorting Hat, the appearance of the Sword of Gryffindor... all signs indicate that Dumbledore is watching here.

He had long expected that in his current state, it would be impossible to kill Harry Potter in Hogwarts Castle under Dumbledore's control.

However, his intention was never 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 basilisk that was slowly dying.

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 basilisk's struggle 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 over there again.

But it was too weak, and all the energy poured out along the wound on the lower jaw. For a huge body of more than twenty feet, this action could not be completed even if it mobilized all the strength of the whole body.

As if resigned to its fate, the basilisk allowed its head to fall to the floor. It used up 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 the planning is for this moment.

As Slytherin's basilisk, the most precious thing about it is not its extraordinary magical eyes or its indestructible fangs. Instead, it is the research information about Slytherin from thousands of years ago that remains in the basilisk's soul.

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.

Basilisk lived with Slytherin day and night, witnessing all his research and all his magic theories. It's just that with the basilisk's intelligence, he can't understand that knowledge at all, and can only mechanically retain the images and sounds of the experiment thousands of years ago in his memory. After thousands of years of baptism, those memories have settled deep in the soul and become deep-seated memories.

To the basilisk, it was the master's dull and boring repetitive work, and the master's meaningless words. But to others, it was the most precious wealth Slytherin left to his heirs.

The basilisk is different from other magical creatures. No one can look into the basilisk's eyes and cannot answer any magic-related questions with the basilisk's intelligence.

When Voldemort was thinking about how to extract the basilisk's memory, he considered turning 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 that many opportunities to try. In the end, he gave up this idea and made a plan to actively integrate into the basilisk's soul and take over its deep memories.

However, with his weak ghost state, he can only occupy the soul of the basilisk when it is in a weak state near death. From that moment on, the basilisk was doomed.

At the last moment of its death, the basilisk's huge, blood-soaked eye sockets rotated, and its huge yellow eyes like light bulbs couldn't see anything, but they still struggled to look towards the Slytherin statue.

Salazar Slytherin, its master...

It vaguely remembered that the owner did not look like a stone carving at first. He was a noble, polite, and good-looking gentleman who was born in a pure-blood noble family.

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, he doesn't even bother to go to the nearby forest to bring some large food for it, and strictly prohibits it from foraging on its own. But over time, the Basilisk felt that those mice and spiders were quite delicious.

Slytherin restricted it from leaving the secret room, especially not appearing in front of the students of this castle... There were many restrictions, but the basilisk couldn't understand it, and it couldn't remember the instructions of its master.

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 sight, seemed to see the lonely figure again. It couldn't help but feel some grievances in its heart: "Why are you 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.

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

The prophecies that spanned countless years were being performed in front of his eyes. The pictures in the "Book of Abraham" came into reality, and Loren's heart was shaken 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 slightly uneasy in his heart.

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

Harry felt a warm and hot feeling surge up from the wound, and the warmth flowed through his body, driving away the pain. After regaining his hearing, Ron's cries and Crabbe's shouts made his head hurt.

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes and faced Ron, who was crying with snot and tears on his face. Long, sticky snot hung down, almost dripping on his face, making it difficult to look straight at him. Harry tilted his head calmly.

Ron didn't miss that fleeting look: "Hey, you just disliked me, didn't you? That's definitely disgust!"

Harry touched Fox's head. The stubble on it was still irritating. He silently turned over and stood up: "No, you are wrong."

"Who am I crying so miserably for? Is it for myself..." Ron muttered, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his lips.

Crabbe looked at them bitterly and shouted with tearing voice: "Why aren't you dead? Why aren't you dead? Why aren't you dead yet!"

Harry and Ron smiled at each other, picked up their wands, and moved forward.

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

Before he finished speaking, a black soul came out of the basilisk's body. It had no physical body and walked straight out of the secret room like a ghost and disappeared.

Loren was familiar with this scene. He had seen it once when he fought Quirrell last year. He was a little dumbfounded: "Voldemort, are you running away now?"

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.

So he just ran away?

The basilisk was killed, Voldemort escaped, and only a handful of young wizards were left on the scene. Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it any longer, and she strode out of the stone pillar:

"Potter! Weasley!"

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