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"Okay, when she wakes up, please hand it over to me."

Dumbledore said as he stuffed a beautifully wrapped piece of chocolate into the pocket of Devereaux's robes.

After saying that, he turned and left, his back looking a little blurry in the candlelight at the end of the corridor.

Devereaux stood there, looking down at his bulging pocket, with a speechless expression on his face.

He turned around and his eyes fell on Lovegood floating behind him.

No wonder it looks like he is asleep, because he is!

Devero held his forehead with one hand and slightly adjusted the position of holding Luna on his back with the other hand.

So Devereaux then carried Luna on his back and walked towards Hogsmeade.

"Ah, how should I explain this to Luna? It's too outrageous... The principal is really not a reliable adult."

He muttered as he stepped forward and walked along the school road in the direction of Hogsmeade.

It's time to leave Hogwarts Castle.

At this moment, Devereux suddenly felt like something appeared around him? !

That familiar, non-threatening but impossible-to-ignore sense of oppression reminded him of the scene in the Pensieve—the sound that had clearly struck him at the moment of his sudden death in the Pensieve.

"What is this?"

He asked himself in a low voice, his hand already subconsciously tightening the wand on his waist.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a harsh metal scraping sound, like sharp claws scraping against an iron plate, making people's scalp numb.

Carry Luna closely.

"Calm down, calm down..."

He muttered silently, scanning the surroundings with alert eyes, but the [Hunter] entry seemed to have failed without any warning.

Devereaux's palms began to sweat, he was so nervous that he even breathed a little lighter, and the wand in his hand was almost sweating.

He suddenly entered a meditative state and began to use his perception to explore his surroundings.

But right now.

He suddenly felt as if his trouser leg was rubbed by something, similar to the feeling of being rubbed by a dog.

He looked down and his pupils suddenly shrank - a thick cylinder of black and green scales was stopping quietly at his feet.

The behemoth's scales glowed with an oily chill in the dim light, and it was obviously no ordinary creature.

Immediately afterwards, a transparent interface appeared in front of his eyes, and the system panel automatically jumped out:

...

[Type: Basilisk]

[Status: Adult]

[Entry: Eye of Death (red), Servant of Slytherin (gold), Extreme Life (gold), Basilisk Venom Gland (gold), Spell Resistance (Purple)]

...

[Eye of Death (Red): Almost all creatures will die instantly when they come into contact with your gaze, even the most powerful wizards are no exception. Only a handful of creatures can avoid this effect. 】

[Slytherin’s Servant (Gold): You were personally cultivated by Slytherin. You are extremely loyal to your master, and you will also be loyal to people with your master’s blood. 】

[Extreme longevity (gold): You have a very terrifying lifespan. It can even be said that you are almost immortal. As long as you continue to shed your skin, you can always maintain the youngest and strongest posture. 】

[Basilisk Venom Gland (Gold): As a basilisk, one of the most evil black magic creatures, you have extremely powerful venom that can destroy almost all items in the world. When someone is contaminated with your venom, they can almost Sentence to death unless Phoenix's tears can be found. 】

[Spell Resistance (Purple): As a basilisk, you have very strong magic resistance. Most spells that fall on you will be reflected. 】

...

Devereux stared at the panel, stunned.

"Basilisk?! Adult basilisk?!"

He gasped.

But what shocked him even more was that the basilisk's status was actually shown as "a servant of Slytherin".

He was stunned for a moment and reconfirmed the description - absolute loyalty to people with Slytherin blood.

Devereaux looked down at the thick snake body and felt a sense of unreality.

"So...this guy is...my servant now?"

"But how did the basilisk get out of the secret room??"

——

"Minerva, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Dumbledore waved his wand and gently placed the unconscious Malfoy on a simple stretcher he had just created with the Transfiguration Curse.

His movements were as elegant and steady as ever, but there was a hint of concern in his brows.

He turned around and walked to Professor McGonagall, his eyes falling on her face, as if looking for any sign of anything strange.

Professor McGonagall shook her head, indicating that she was fine, and her tone was calm but with a hint of exhaustion.

"I just met Salazar Slytherin's basilisk. At first, I found a ghost that was turned to stone. I asked the Knight of the Stone Pillar to find out that it was the basilisk that was causing trouble. In order to avoid looking at it, I used my eyesight The curse temporarily blinded my eyes."

She paused, as if recalling the thrilling confrontation just now, her voice became a little lower.

"Then, I controlled the Stone Pier Knight to deal with it. The basilisk was very powerful. It almost exhausted the Stone Pier Knight, but suddenly retreated. Looking back now, I think it was at that time that they had already obtained the treasure."

She rubbed her temples with her fingers, as if trying to dispel the remaining fatigue.

"My eyes are fine now, though, Albus. But you—"

Professor McGonagall raised her head and looked directly at Dumbledore.

"What happened to your eyes? And your right arm, where did it go?"

Dumbledore had a faint smile on his face, as if all this was insignificant.

"Nothing, Minerva. Just some necessary sacrifices. Besides, with Sylphus here, I believe these are not a problem."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Snape beside the Mirror of Erised, and Professor McGonagall followed suit.

Professor McGonagall's eyes became sharp, and there was obvious distrust in her tone.

"So, Professor Snape, why are you here too?"

Snape's face was gloomy and cold. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain, but before he could open his mouth, Dumbledore said softly.

"I asked Severus to come, Minerva. He is one of us."

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, obviously not completely convinced by this statement.

"Really? I doubt it very much."

Snape ignored Professor McGonagall's doubts, but stepped forward and walked in front of Dumbledore.

His expression was solemn, as if he was under a heavy stone.

He whispered.

"He's back."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his expression so calm that it was hard to guess.

"I know."

Snape's face became even gloomier, and his voice became a little lower.

"More than that - they are all back."

Dumbledore still nodded calmly, his tone was calm.

"I know."

(Fourth update!)