Homecoming from Hogwarts

Amosta followed Newt to the backyard of the cabin. Next to a vegetable patch inhabited by many goblins, there was an entrance to the cellar.

"I think Wright would be very happy to see you,"

Before opening the grass cover and walking into the dark hole with a fishy smell coming out, Newt looked back at Amosta and said happily,

"After all, you were the one who rescued it from the prison it had been in for a thousand years."

"Ahem, I hope--"

The corners of Amosta's mouth twitched and he looked strange.

As soon as we entered the cellar, a cold dampness rushed towards us, making our breathing uncomfortable.

There was no light in the cellar, just like a water prison where prisoners were held. Amosta was a little confused. He didn't quite understand that Newt, who was so kind to magical animals, would find such a place for the basilisk to live.

But when he followed Newt down the last stone step of the spiral staircase and took in the expanded basement shape, he finally understood.

On both sides of the huge rectangular room are thick stone pillars carved with entangled snakes. These stone pillars support the ceiling that melts into the darkness. Scattered animal bones can be seen everywhere on the hard rock floor of the room. Most of them are. Rats, ferrets, goblins and the like.

Through his magical vision, Amosta also saw a gloomy old statue of Salazar Slytherin standing at the top of the room.

"I think you can tell, Amosta--"

Newt let his wand emit a faint light, just enough to illuminate a step or two in front of him, so as not to accidentally step into the puddles everywhere.

"This is roughly the same as the rumored Slytherin Chamber of Secrets you once went down to. Of course, it is not as grand as the one built by Salazar Slytherin, but this is the limit of what I can do. I also have an identical room in my suitcase, all for Wright to get a good night's sleep."

Amosta looked at the secret room and nodded appreciatively.
"Headmaster Dumbledore painted it for you?"

"It was indeed Albus who helped,"

Newt jumped over a puddle with a long stride, turned back and whispered,

"At that time, you rescued Wright from the Chamber of Secrets and handed him over to the Ministry of Magic. Connelly seemed to want to use Wright to gain some limelight, but he soon discovered that the people of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures could not deal with Wright at all. In After a few accidents, he had to have someone ask me for help.

As I told you before, Wright is the most difficult to communicate with among the magical animals I have ever dealt with in my life. He has no peers, no friends, and not even enough food. He has stayed in a dark room for a thousand years. Year--"

Speaking of what happened to the basilisk, Newt's tone was filled with anger.
"Its mental state was terrible. It refused to communicate with me and was always in a state of mental stress and refused to sleep. I struggled with this for a long time before I thought of building a special bedroom for it.
It worked, and although it still wouldn't let Tina come near it, it was finally willing to eat and sleep. I don't understand why Salazar Slytherin wouldn't want Wright to do something for him after death. Let it live a more comfortable life. I dare say that if Wright has a companion, he will live a much happier life in the next thousand years. "

Newt droned on about avenging the basilisk and angrily accused Salazar Slytherin, looking a bit like a parent whose child was bullied at school.

"You might be able to find a more efficient way to communicate with the basilisk. I mean, Light."

That was all Amosta could say.

Finally, they came to the old statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Compared with the statue in the Chamber of Secrets, the one created by Newt is only about one-third as tall as the original statue. Moreover, the image of Slytherin is far less expressive than the one in the Chamber of Secrets, showing a sense of rigidity and dullness.

Amosta raised his head and looked at the statue, and found that his long-awaited old friend was curled up and sleeping on Slytherin's shoulder. To be honest, it was well taken care of by Newt. Compared with the image, the Basilisk looked better than it did then. It is a little fatter, and the green scales on its body are also full of luster that it did not have at that time. Of course, its eyes are still blind. This is Fox's handiwork.

"Wright slept most of the time."

Newt whispered,
"This is its way of passing time. At the same time, I guess this is also its way of resisting aging. You know, a normal basilisk can only live for a few hundred years, and Wright has survived at least a thousand years since the era of the Big Four. "Do you think Slytherin ever modified it?"

"It's obvious."

Newt said seriously,

"This is not the first time I have seen a basilisk, Amosta, and Wright is much stronger than the one I have seen. I found some wonderful substances in its blood, which obviously came from some dark source. Magical experiments, at the same time, I think. Oh, this is just my feeling, I think Wright's soul is also very unusual, it seems that Slytherin's transformation of Wright is not limited to its body."

Amosta didn't speak. His penetrating gaze penetrated the basilisk's torso and looked directly at something deeper.
The soul is correct. Although it is still impossible to detect the soul of the basilisk intuitively, Amosta does have a vague feeling that the activity of the soul of this basilisk seems to be relatively low?
Like a wizard under a bad petrification spell, he can move, but very slowly.

The activity is very low, so the soul ages slowly so that it can resist the erosion of thousands of years?

Wow.
As if smelling something strange in the air, the sleeping basilisk looked a little anxious. Its thick body slowly moved around, and a layer of lime worn away from its hard scales fell.

"It smells you," Newt said.

Amosta nodded.

The basilisk coiled faster and faster, its eyes still closed, but it was driven by instinct to hiss and let out its snake signal so as to more clearly capture the strange smell from the air.

"Oh!"

Newt shouted and looked at Amosta in surprise.
"It's angry. What's going on, Amosta, I thought it would be happy to see you!"

"Maybe he's angry that I haven't come to visit him for so long."

Amosta said without blushing or heart beating.

The basilisk finally regained consciousness. It stretched its body dozens of feet in the air, its ferocious head shook, revealing its fangs that were as thin and long as sabers.

hiss--
Newt next to Amosta made a hissing sound, which surprised Amosta. Unexpectedly, Newt could also speak Parseltongue. He didn't know whether he inherited it from birth or learned it later.

As if it was a summons, the basilisk crouched slightly on its torso, hesitated, and then swam down Slytherin's right hand.

boom!
When it sank to its knees, the basilisk jumped up, its huge body leaping into the air, and then fell quickly under the influence of gravity, hitting the ground like a huge boulder.

The diffuse smoke and dust interfered with the basilisk's sense of smell to a certain extent, and being awakened from sleep made it even more groggy. It shook its head to disperse the dust, and its huge body continued to crush the wreckage on the ground.

Hiss! Hiss! (I brought you an old friend, Wright!)
Hiss! "Killing, old friends of blood. Descendants of Salazar."

With a smile on his face, Amosta raised his hand and waved to the basilisk.

"So...your name is Wright now, right? It's been a long time, Wright. I wonder if you still remember me?"

The evil wind caused by the huge body swinging in the air suddenly stopped, and the basilisk's high-raised snake head suddenly froze, and its two blood-stained orange lantern-sized eyes widened to their maximum size, even the snake letter it confided was in its mouth. In the mouth forget to retract.

As time seemed to pass slowly, the basilisk's body gradually lowered until it was close to the ground.
Amosta raised her eyebrows slightly.

"how"

boom!
Suddenly, the basilisk turned around and swam away quickly. Unprepared, it slammed into the leg of the Slytherin sculpture! (End of chapter)