Chapter 155 Who Is It?

In the dead of night, in an abandoned dormitory in Gryffindor Tower after the fire.

A ray of light suddenly emerged, and the next moment, a scroll of sheepskin disappeared from the bed, replaced by a man wearing a black robe.

Meka Anders took off her hood, revealing a head of red hair, and took out a bottle of magic potion. After taking it, her body suddenly shrank, her hair dyed black, and her eyes changed from brown to pitch black.

He looked out the window.

The golden moon hung high outside, and the night was dark.

When he was flying in the sky just now, he saw the fire extinguished, the Gryffindor students lining up to return to their dormitories, and Hogwarts returning to its former order and tranquility.

The secret room incident was finally over.

"Now, it's time for me to harvest." Meka smiled.

He changed out of the blood-stained robe and threw it into a gold-rimmed bag. Then he put on gloves and used the "Cleaning Curse" to clean the fangs taken from the basilisk.

There was a burst of brilliance, and the fangs became white and smooth, like works of art made of ivory.

Meka picked it up and looked at it.

If you get a little closer, you can still feel a certain smell on the fangs. It seems to be some kind of venom. Just smelling it makes you feel dizzy.

He found a glass jar, threw the fang into it, and stuffed the lid and all into the bed.

Although it was a bit weird and disgusting to go to bed with the basilisk's fangs and have to hold them to sleep, I had to endure it for the sake of my bloodline.

No sound from outside could be heard due to the spell outside the room, but Meka was lying on the bed. She could imagine how excited Harry and the others were after receiving Ginny. She could also imagine how every professor looked at her. Hogwarts, which had regained its tranquility, looked quietly relieved.

There may still be cheering outside, but people here are already getting ready for bed.

While he was thinking, sleepiness came over him, and Meka closed her eyes.

A golden light flashed and poured into his head.

…

Outside, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.

Several professors stood here, looking into the distance, as if waiting for someone to return. The three Harrys also stood aside, looking worried.

Not long after, Professor Flitwick's short figure ran over panting, carrying a red-haired girl on his back.

"Ginny!!" Ron shouted in surprise when he saw the girl's profile.

Even the usually calm Hermione raised her eyebrows, her frown finally relaxed, and she and Harry Ron ran towards Professor Flitwick.

Several professors headed by Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

Madam Pomfrey, who rushed back late at night, also quickly stepped forward to check on the girl's condition.

Professor Flitwick had just put the girl down, panting heavily and holding her waist, before she could speak.

Ron had already held one of his hands with both hands and shook it excitedly:

"Thank you! Thank you! Professor Flitwick!"

"Thank you for saving Ginny!"

Professor Flitwick quickly waved his hand, straightened up, exhaled, and said:

"This has nothing to do with me."

"Huh?" Ron was stunned.

Several professors also looked at each other. Professor Snape looked at Flitwick motionlessly, as if waiting for his next words.

Professor McGonagall spoke first: "Professor Flitwick, where did you bring Ginny back from?"

"Underground pipes." Professor Flitwick looked back at several professors.

"I didn't expect that the secret room we have been looking for for many years is right there, right under our feet. I saw many snake sculptures there..."

"Underground?" Professor Sprout exclaimed, "That's where it is?!"

Several professors looked surprised. They had been looking for this secret room for fifty years, but no one had ever thought that this hidden room left by Slytherin was underground.

"What about the monster in the secret room?" Professor Sprout asked quickly.

Professor Flitwick breathed a deep sigh of relief: "When I went there, the monster was dead."

"Dead?!" Even Professor Snape was startled this time.

Everyone stared at Flitwick, surprised by the news.

The terrifying creature in the legend has never been caught after repeatedly attacking others in Hogwarts. It disturbed many professors and even the Ministry of Magic and the school board were alarmed.

Now I heard that this monster died suddenly?

"Yes." Professor Flitwick nodded. He told about how he was attacked by Lockhart and the Basilisk and almost died, which made several professors frown.

Immediately, he came to the key point:

"When I got Fox's rescue and returned to the underground pipe, I saw the little girl lying in the corner talking in her sleep. The basilisk was already dead, and blood was flowing from the top of her head, as if it had been penetrated by a sharp weapon."

"What about Professor Lockhart?" Professor Sprout asked.

Flitwick shook his head: "I didn't see it. The underground has long since returned to calm. Someone should have cast a repair spell and a cleansing spell to erase all traces, leaving only the bodies of Ginny and the basilisk.

Professor Lockhart has either escaped or..."

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, but several professors understood it.

Even Harry and the others on the side looked surprised.

At this time, Professor McGonagall noticed that several people were still mingling here, so she asked them to go back to the dormitory quickly. After all, Ginny had already been received, but she just passed out.

The three of them reluctantly went back.

After a few people left, Professor McGonagall said:

"The fire in Gryffindor was set by a freshman, Colin Creevey. I couldn't figure out why the fire kept coming out, and I thought it was some special spell.

Later, my students and I found Colin who was unconscious. When I touched his body, I found that he had traces of the Imperius Curse on him."

"And the reason why he was unconscious..." Professor McGonagall looked at several professors and continued,

"It's because the caster of the Imperius Curse died."

Several professors fell into deep thought.

"Could it be Lockhart?" Flitwick asked.

"No." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "It's not him. This is a very pure dark wizard magic, which is very different from ordinary wizards."

"That is to say." Flitwick thought, "Lockhart and another dark wizard, as well as the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, may have died in Hogwarts tonight..."

"Who could have done it?" Professor Sprout said worriedly.

This is no small matter.

The only ones who could kill the two men and the monster were the professors present.

But the professors were all in the dark and knew nothing about this matter.

"Is it a group of people or just one person..." Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Anyway, the person who killed the basilisk was on the side of Hogwarts..." Professor Flitwick said, "I think he has no ill will towards Hogwarts, as we can see from the fact that he rescued Ginny and placed her there."

Professor Snape, who had been silent all the time, suddenly looked at Professor Dumbledore and said faintly:

"Professor Dumbledore, don't you have anything to say?"

The tall old man with silver hair shook his head and smiled, saying, "I have been under investigation at the Ministry of Magic, and I know very little about what is happening here.

But fortunately, everyone is safe, and once this matter is resolved, Hagrid will surely be back soon..."

At this time, a ball of fire flew from the horizon and landed on his shoulder. The light faded, and the phoenix Fox raised his head and rubbed the old man's hair, looking very intimate.

…

In the dream, a dark sewer room.

The black-haired man, wearing a black wizard robe and a pendant with a snake-shaped carving on his chest, with an extraordinary temperament, put an egg the size of a human head on the ground, and suddenly smiled and said:

"The Gryffindors and I have already had a disagreement on the issue of wizard bloodline. I keep you here, which can be regarded as leaving hope for the future of Hogwarts."

"In the future, my successor will come here, and you will need to assist him and complete my unfinished business. Do you understand?"

The egg on the ground shook, as if responding.

"Okay."

The black-haired man smiled and stood up, revealing a pale face from under his robe. He raised his hand and a black light hummed into the egg on the ground.

"In the name of Salazar Slytherin, I grant you the strongest body, the most terrible power, and the longest lifespan... Come, be born, young basilisk..."

Crack, under the cover of black light, the eggshell shattered, and a snake with a bone crown on its head came out, its eyes surging with magic power, it raised its head and spit out its tongue, and made a hissing sound.

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