Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"The ancient creature in the secret room is a basilisk."

"basilisk?"

"what is that?"

In the empty classroom, Harry and Ron asked curiously.

Clark sat at the desk casually and explained to them: "The basilisk, just by hearing the name, you know that it is a very dangerous snake-like magical creature."

"According to the statistics of the Ministry of Magic, the danger level of this creature is rated as XXXXX, which is the same level as the eight-eyed spider, the three-headed dog of hell, and the fire dragon raised by Hagrid."

Clark's first words startled Harry and Ron, and no matter how detailed his introduction was, it wouldn't necessarily highlight the danger of the Basilisk.

But once they were compared with other amazing animals, the two of them understood.

After all, Harry and the others just had a face-to-face with the eight-eyed giant spider not long ago. Last semester, Ron also almost died in front of the three-headed hellhound. As for the fire dragon, Hogwarts has it. It is not dangerous at close range. If you go to see it, you won't know.

"The first recorded basilisk was bred by the 'despicable Haierbo', yes, the Greek dark wizard who could speak Parseltongue.

It is said that the method of breeding is to put a magic egg laid by a seven-year-old rooster in the sky of Sirius and hatch it under the body of a toad, and a dangerous snake with extraordinary abilities will hatch. "

"Male eggs?!" Ron looked surprised, "You remember correctly, how could a rooster lay eggs?"

"Otherwise, how could this be considered evil black magic?" Clark said angrily to Ron, "Let the rooster lay eggs when Sirius is in the sky, which itself involves a very advanced local flesh transfiguration. Even a part of curse science and astrology is not as simple as just turning a rooster into a hen."

You know, even in the Muggle world, changing gender is not an easy thing to do.

Perhaps surgery can solve part of the problem, but it is simply impossible to maintain the physical characteristics of men while giving them the fertility of women.

"So although this magical creature looks easy to make, there has been no sighting record about it for 400 years, but I have read a lot of magical information about the creation of basilisks and found that in other books, you can still read it. to a shadow of a basilisk."

"For example, in the 'Book of Isaiah' of the Old Testament, there is a sentence, 'They break the eggs of the vipers, and weave the webs of the spiders, and the one who swallows the eggs, after breaking the eggs of the wind, will be inside Found a poisonous lizard', the poisonous lizard here is the basilisk.

However, some people call them petrified monitor lizards, because it is said that their eyes can turn people into stone statues. "

Harry and Ron looked at each other and turned into stone statues, which were very similar to those who were attacked.

"Of course, this ability is somewhat similar to Medusa in ancient Greek mythology, but after all, it is the golden age. The higher the ability, the more consistent it is, and it is not wrong.

Since then, this magical creature has often appeared in various biblical writings, but it is not very consistent, and there are even inconsistencies.

But the most well-known and most detailed one appears in a book written by the famous wizard Alexander Naikam in the 1280s, but its content is not included in the "monster lizard", but is attributed to in the "rooster" section. "

Clark slowly recited what he had written down:

"Its egg must have been laid in the days of Sirius, fertilized by a 7-year-old rooster. The egg is easily recognizable: it is not an ordinary oval, but a spherical shape, without a shell, but covered with a thick skin.

And the egg had to be hatched by a toad, which would give birth to this venomous monster—a snake with the properties of a toad and a rooster.

This basilisk is covered in dazzling green scales, can reach fifty feet in length, and is so powerful that even a fire dragon can hardly break free.

The male snake has a bright red feather on its head, and the female snake has a cockscomb.

Their fangs are extremely poisonous, and only one drop is needed to poison a wild boar.

But its most dangerous way to attack is to use its big yellow eyes to stare at the target being attacked. As long as anyone's eyes come into contact with its eyes, they will die instantly. "

Clark's words were like a beacon, instantly dispelling the darkness in Harry's mind.

"That's it," he was almost breathless with excitement, "the answer is here, the monster in the back room is a basilisk, a giant snake! No wonder only I can hear that voice and no one else can. Because I can hear it. understand Parseltongue..."

As soon as he said this, his mind was instantly opened.

"Whoever looks at the basilisk will die. But no one has died since the attack.

Peeves is because he is a ghost himself, and it is impossible to die a second time; when Hermione was found, there was a mirror next to it, she was looking at the corner through the mirror, and indirectly saw the eyes of the basilisk. "

Ron opened his mouth in surprise.

"And what about Mrs. Norris?" he whispered eagerly.

Harry thought hard, recalling the scene on Halloween.

"It's water!" Clark answered his question, "Mrs. Norris should have seen the reflection in the water that came out of the bathroom."

"So, it all makes sense." Harry looked at Clark, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"That's right," Clark nodded. "If food is plentiful, this snake has a very long lifespan. People think that the basilisk of 'Despicable Haierbo' lived to be almost nine hundred years old. It's entirely possible that Slytherin was in the Chamber of Secrets. Raised a basilisk and has lived to this day."

"Besides, Hagrid's eight-eyed spider is so scared because the basilisk is the spider's mortal enemy."

"But as you said, how could such a gigantic basilisk be crawling around in the castle?" said Ron. "An ugly snake... someone must see it..."

"Pipes," Clark answered his question without thinking, "there should be some pipes buried in the walls of Hogwarts, and the basilisk probably moved through the pipes."

Harry reacted immediately, "No wonder I always hear that voice in the wall..."

Ron suddenly grabbed Harry's arm.

"Entrance to the Chamber of Secrets!" he said hoarsely. "Maybe it's in a bathroom? Maybe it's—"

"—Weeping Myrtle's bathroom," said Harry.

They sat there, so excited they couldn't believe it.

"It's very possible," Clark rubbed his chin. "We'll just have to ask that myrtle and we'll find out."

"But the professors are very patrolled these days," said Harry, "and the girls' bathroom is right on the second floor - next door to the scene of the first attack - it's just out of the question."

"How about," Ron offered a solution, his eyes shining, "shall we go straight to Professor McGonagall?"

"Let's go to the staff lounge first," Clark said, pushing open the door to the empty classroom.

"She'll be there in ten minutes, and she'll be out of class soon."

Harry couldn't move a little bit, his fault for being a Gryffindor reckless again.

If Professor McGonagall was told this, it would be impossible for him to take part in this adventure again.

Clark saw Harry's thoughts at a glance, and it was exactly what he wanted.

Still, he asked, "What's the matter, Harry?"

Harry hesitated for a while before saying, "I think we should go to the bathroom on the second floor to check first, and then notify the professors..."

"You're crazy, Harry, that's a basilisk!" Ron exclaimed.

"We're just going to ask Myrtle, and we won't actually go to the back room, so it should be fine." Harry tried to convince Ron.

Ron hesitated, and he looked at Clark, who agreed with Harry instead.

"I think Harry is right, there's only one chance, and if we don't have proof, or if we guess wrong, Professor McGonagall won't believe us again."

"But why are we taking the risk?" Ron was still a little scared, he remembered what Clark had said just now that the eyes of the basilisk would kill people.

"Even without our help, the whole secret will be revealed tomorrow, and as soon as Hermione wakes up, everything will be revealed."

Clark glanced at him, "As a Gryffindor, Ron, you won't be afraid!"

As soon as these words came out, Ron, in desperation, had no choice but to decide to talk to Myrtle with them when he had the chance.

To their delight, the opportunity came quickly.

After two classes in the morning, the second-year students who had eaten lunch were escorted by Gilderoy Lockhart to the history of magic class.

Perhaps because of the busy patrols all night, Lockhart's mental state didn't look very good.

His hair was not as shiny as usual, his skin was dull, and he was yawning as he walked.

Perhaps it is for this reason that he now firmly believes that Hagrid must be the murderer. Because in that case, he wouldn't have to **** the students safely through the hallway at all.

"Mark my words," he beckoned the little wizards around a corner.

"As soon as the petrified people and the ghosts woke up, they would have identified Hagrid as the murderer.

Frankly, I'm amazed that Professor McGonagall thinks so many security measures are necessary when the Ministry of Magic has already locked up people. "

"I agree, sir." Harry responded to his words, and Ron, who was beside him, dropped the book on the ground in surprise.

"Thank you, Harry."

Lockhart said kindly, and they stood aside, waiting for the long line of Hufflepuffs to pass by.

"I mean, our teachers have enough things to do, prepare the content of the lectures every day, correct the students' homework, and now they have to **** the students to class, and stand guard all night long..."

"That's right," Ron understood immediately, "it's really hard to teach you."

Clark also said: "In that case, you might as well send it here, sir, we only have one corridor to go."

The look of joy on Lockhart's face flickered. "Okay, Prewett, I want to say, that's it, I really should be getting ready for the next lesson."

After speaking, he hurriedly walked towards his office.

"What preparation," Ron sneered at his back, "it's more or less to take care of his hair."

They let the other Gryffindors come to the front, then sneaked into an adjacent aisle and hurried to Weeping Myrtle's bathroom.

The three went down the nearest stairs, avoiding the patrolling ghosts and prefects, and carefully walked through the dim corridor to the door of the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

They ignored the big sign that said "Failure" and pushed open the door.

It was the darkest, most dreary place Clark had ever been to, almost as much as the bottom classroom of Potions class.

Beneath a large mirror, stained and cracked, is a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces.

The damp floor was soaked with water, and a few candles burned low on the brackets, emitting a dim light that made the floor gloomy.

The paint on the wooden doors of the single rooms has peeled off, and they are covered with scratches, as if they had been scratched by some kind of beast.

One door had even come off its hinges and hung there precariously, creaking and creaking.

The three saw at a glance that the weeping Myrtle was sitting on the cistern of the innermost toilet.

This was the first time Clark had seen this female ghost. She had a melancholy, gloomy face, half obscured by her long straight hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses.

"This is the girls' bathroom," she said, looking suspiciously at Clark and the others. "None of you are girls."

"Yeah," Clark agreed. "We just wanted to come and see and see how beautiful this--here--is."

He waved vaguely at the dirty old mirror and the damp floor~www.readwn.com~ Thanks to his good looks and outstanding charisma, Clarke was as successful as his predecessor Tom Riddle. Gained the favor of the female ghost.

Myrtle squeezed her hands nervously, and lowered her head shyly, "You—really—do you think so?"

"Yes, that's what I think." Clark didn't expect that one day he would be reduced to selling beauty to female ghosts.

"Ask her if she sees anything," Harry said to Clark in a low voice.

"What are you whispering about?" Myrtle asked, staring at them.

"It's nothing," Harry said quickly, "we wanted to ask you—"

"I hope people don't talk about me behind my back!" Myrtle cried, "I have feelings too, you know, even though I'm dead."

"Myrtle, no one wants to make you sad," Clark could only stand up again. "We just want to know how you died so you can help you find the murderer."