Chapter 266 The Girl's Name Is Myrtle

In the first week of June, when the sun shines brightest, the final exam comes as scheduled.

History of magic, spells, transformation, potions, herbs, astronomy...

After one test after another, the campus was filled with a tense and happy atmosphere. Most students were in a good mood because they felt that they could get a very good score.

In this year's "game", the students have been well trained. According to the professors, they are much better than last year.

But some people have become bitter-students pay more attention to practice than theory, and astronomy and history of magic, which rely entirely on memorization, are still the hardest hit areas in the exam.

"I really hope they cancel the History of Magic course."

Michael complained: "Does it matter what year the crucible was invented? I just need to know which one works best!"

"Which brand of crucible is the best?" Neville asked hurriedly: "I, I also want to buy one..."

Even with the guidance of Vader and others, Neville's performance in Potions class was still very poor. Everyone thought this was because Neville was too nervous.

But this cannot be blamed on Neville's poor mental quality. Professor Snape often targeted him and spoke very harshly.

It can be said that Neville has not deserted so far, which has surprised everyone, and we really can't ask for more.

When he was not in front of Professor Snape, he could actually gradually brew a pot of qualified potion.

It's just far from excellent.

It is said that poor students have more stationery. Neville seems to be counting on some external factors to improve his potions performance, so he is keen to buy better cauldrons.

But Michael just shrugged and said, "Neville, of course the more expensive ones are more useful!"

Neville: "..."

He rolled his eyes, turned around and asked, "Where is Vader?"

"He had something to see Professor Dumbledore, so he handed in his papers and left in advance." Michael said.

Others didn't think much about it. They were used to Vader always being involved in adult affairs.

…

Principal's office.

From the silver pot-shaped container, streams of white mist sprayed upwards, and an ancient portrait hanging on the wall also opened its eyes.

Dumbledore looked very serious.

Before he could speak, Phineas Black on the wall spoke first.

"Humph, ridiculous! Ridiculous! I have never heard of such a thing!"

"One of the founders of Slytherin left a basilisk in school? This is simply unbelievable! What can he do with a basilisk? Kill everyone in Hogwarts? Don't forget that we Slytherins are too Part of Hogwarts!"

"Absurd! That's ridiculous!"

"The look of a basilisk can kill people! If there really was a basilisk wandering around the school, the bones of all the people who died in the school over the past thousand years would fill up the Black Lake!"

Vader turned a deaf ear to his words, looked at Dumbledore and said:

"So I still need to borrow your Fox for help - as far as I know, the phoenix is ​​immune to the magic of the basilisk's gaze, and its tears can also cure most toxins. It is the only magical being that can restrain the basilisk."

The golden-red bird appeared out of nowhere, landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, and tilted his head to look at the student who had made up his mind.

Vader smiled at it and said: "I would like to trouble Fox to peck out the basilisk's eyes first, so that we can face it with peace of mind - of course, this is just my personal request. If Fox is not willing, we You can think of other ways.”

Fox gave a low chirp.

Dumbledore smiled: "I think that means consent."

Fox nodded cautiously.

"Thank you very much, Fox." Vader said: "Then the time will be June 13th, the second day of the Quidditch match. I will notify the relevant personnel and they can voluntarily choose whether to participate."

"Very good." Dumbledore said: "Those who participate need to understand in advance what they are going to face."

Fox nodded affirmatively.

The serious little look in his eyes made him look like he was the principal of Hogwarts, and the old man with the white beard at his feet was just a mount.

Wade couldn't help but smile and said, "Of course."

…

"Do you really believe him?"

Phineas was very dissatisfied: "Dumbledore, don't be influenced by a mere student! I admit that he is a little smart, but you are the principal of this school!"

The old principals in the portraits next to them also nodded silently, and someone else murmured: "Fortunately, I died early... Children nowadays are becoming less and less respectful of the elderly!"

Dumbledore smiled.

"Phineas, Armando, I don't need children to respect me formally. Being able to talk to each other on an equal footing and provide some small help to young people is my favorite state."

Armando Dippet muttered something, his eyes half closed, as if he had fallen asleep again.

When he was alive, he also had an excellent student who was smart and handsome and respected him very much.

Later... that student became the Dark Lord who terrified the wizarding world.

Phineas asked: "So you really believe him? Do you believe there is a basilisk hidden in the school that no one has ever seen?"

"Why don't you believe it? That kid won't say anything he's not sure about."

Dumbledore picked at the plate and finally selected a mango biscuit with thick cream.

"Even if there is...even if there is really..."

Phineas turned around in the portrait and said unwillingly: "That was also left by Slytherin. Do you understand? That is the precious legacy of the founder! How can we let a few people deal with it casually?! Maybe that is the last thing Slytherin left to the world."

Slytherin's relics...

Dumbledore suddenly lost himself.

He remembered the black ring he saw from someone's memory; he remembered the unique patterns on it and the legends he chased when he was young.

After a long silence, Dumbledore heard Phineas still talking:

"...It hasn't attacked anyone for more than a thousand years, even if it has, it is safe! Why not give it a chance? Let it stay safe and stable..."

"It's not that it hasn't happened." Dumbledore said.

"What?" Phineas asked.

"Fifty years ago, a student died." Dumbledore said: "Remember? Her name is Myrtle, a student who was only fourteen years old."

Phineas was silent.

"Indeed, the basilisk has been quiet for more than a thousand years, but I can understand why Wade felt the need to get rid of it."

Dumbledore continued: "Because someone who is capable of controlling it has appeared... Tom Riddle, a descendant of Slytherin, also has the gift of Parseltongue. The basilisk may be manipulated by Voldemort at any time and turned into a weapon to attack us."

After a long time, another headmaster, Dalis, asked: "Dumbledore, what about the safety of the students? Even without the power of the eyes, the basilisk is not something that ordinary little wizards can deal with."

"Oh, don't worry about that, I will be there that day." Dumbledore said: "What I am really worried about is another thing."

But this time, no matter how others asked, Dumbledore no longer explained.