A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Blake frowned, thinking about the stranger's suggestion.

Seeing that he did not immediately adopt it, Xiaoyu eagerly described the horrible scene of the wizard in the furniture store being turned into a stone sculpture.

Blake's heart sank suddenly, and he quickly notified everyone.

On the other side, the safe was being violently demolished. The so-called safest District 13 already had a sense of déjà vu of a public toilet: anyone could enter and exit at will.

Hiss...

A basilisk as thick as an arm slid across the ground silently, its scales flashing coldly in the dim light. Suddenly, it stood up alertly, its forked tongue quickly spitting out, and its sharp eyes stared at the Holy Lord behind the iron bars.

The Panlong sculpture noticed the presence of the intruder, and its stone eyes suddenly lit up an ominous red light. The basilisk's petrifying gaze failed for the first time and was completely ineffective on the Holy Lord.

Perhaps because the other party was already a sculpture, or perhaps for other reasons.

"Walon?" The Holy Lord's voice broke the tense silence. His eyes passed the basilisk and fell on the white-haired human behind him: "Take me away from here."

"Master Saint..." "As soon as Valon opened his mouth, the basilisk let out a fierce hiss, as if warning him.

Valon's body tensed up instantly, and cold sweat slid down his forehead. He quickly changed his words, his voice trembling slightly: "Master needs your talismans, where are they."

Hearing this, the Lord thoughtfully turned his eyes to the strange green snake again. He keenly sensed that there was an evil human soul hidden in the body of this snake, exuding a breath of fear all the time.

"You should ask Jackie Chan." The Lord thought secretly: "Maybe this is a good opportunity. "

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside, and more than a dozen fully armed agents poured in like a tide. Their gun muzzles flashed with a cold metallic luster, aiming at the intruder.

"Hiss (I hate this thing)..." Like a green lightning, it quickly twisted its body. The pair of snake pupils instantly glowed with a strange brilliance, like two dancing ghost fires.

In an instant, the agents outside the door were all stiffened. Their expressions were frozen in fear and confusion, forming a weird static picture.

The basilisk recited a spell in snake language, and a circle of visible ripples swayed in the air. All the bullets shot at it seemed to hit an invisible barrier, falling to the ground one after another, making a crisp sound.

"A black wizard?" The Lord said thoughtfully, with a sly look in his eyes: "Interesting. Maybe we can reach some kind of... cooperation. If you help me get the talisman back, I can give you supreme power, the treasure of the Golden Rooster King, and even... eternal life. "

The basilisk's eyes flashed with human light, but full of contempt and disdain. Suddenly, the temperature of the entire space dropped rapidly and piercingly cold. Several Dementors passed through the wall and flew towards the basilisk.

They seemed to be reporting, and the basilisk immediately turned to the wall not far away. A dazzling red spell shot out of its mouth, instantly shattering the steel partition between the two safes.

"My spell! "The Holy Lord exclaimed, looking at the gap with a sharp gaze.

In the smoke and dust, a glass cover was looming, and inside it was a talisman condensed by his power, emitting a faint and mysterious light.

A trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the basilisk. The white-haired Muggle really didn't lie to him. The dog talisman really had the power of eternal life.

Without saying a word, it swam quickly towards the talisman.

"Demons and ghosts, leave quickly, demons and ghosts, leave quickly..."

The old man's voice echoed in the space, and the dried lizard in his hand emitted a dazzling light, forcing back those creepy Dementors.

Hearing this string of magical syllables, the basilisk couldn't help feeling a little uneasy in his heart. It shook its head violently, trying to get rid of this feeling.

"Besides Dumbledore, what other wizard can hurt me?" It secretly laughed at itself for being overly cautious in its heart.

"Horcrux? "A strange yet familiar voice came from outside, and the basilisk finally stopped and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Crack, the pufferfish in Dad's hand was immediately broken into powder. Then, the dried lizard was also covered with spider web-like cracks, like a damaged exquisite porcelain, which could break into thousands of pieces at any time.

"Hiss (a powerful old wizard?)" It made a snake language, "I hate the breath on you."

"This snake is too evil, Dad can't hold on any longer." Dad's forehead was covered with sweat beads, and the petrification power of the basilisk could break through the defense of righteousness at any time.

At this critical moment, Rogge's steady voice sounded: "Jackie Chan, Tru, Dad can't protect everyone, you go out first."

"Magic matters should be solved by magic." Rogge said, tearing off his clothes, wrapping the cloth strips around his eyes like a bandage, tightly blocking his vision.

"Dad, help me point the direction. "

As soon as the voice fell, Rogge rushed out like an arrow from a bow. He held the sword tightly in both hands, and his movements were smooth and flowing, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

The basilisk sensed the danger and was about to recite a spell, but was caught off guard to find that Rogge had flashed in front of him.

Within seven steps, the sword is faster than the spell.

"Ah, shouldn't we use magic?" Jackie Chan exclaimed, his eyes full of confusion.

"That sword is not an ordinary weapon, it contains powerful magic." Dad explained.

As Rogge and the other two left Dad's protection, the cracked dry lizard miraculously stabilized.

"Directly ahead." Dad calmly reported the position of the basilisk, then turned back slowly, "One more thing, Tru, help Dad prepare new spellcasting materials."

The basilisk was very afraid of the weapon in Rogue's hand. The green halo flowing on the sword exuded a familiar breath, exactly the same as the poison in its fangs.

"Hiss, hiss (Rogue, don't you recognize the professor?)" The basilisk suddenly greeted in Parseltongue.

Rogue did not answer, but responded with an elegant and deadly move.

He twisted his waist and kicked his legs, and the sword in his hand was lifted from bottom to top, the sharp blade cut through the air, and made a pleasant sword sound.

The basilisk twisted its body strangely, avoided Rogue's attack with incredible flexibility, and swam quickly on the ground.

"Hiss... (Professor? I don't remember the principal appointing you.)" Rogue also answered in Parseltongue, "Should I call you Voldemort's Horcrux, or Mr. Half-blood Voldemort?"

Rogue's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the basilisk's vitals hard. The frequency of its tongue spitting became faster, and a dangerous light flashed in its eyes.

"Left, right..." Dad kept providing Rogge with the real-time location of the basilisk. He took the pufferfish handed over by Tru and transferred the magic halo on the dried lizard to the new magic weapon.

Rogge tilted his head slightly, and his ears captured the slightest vibration in the air. The sound of the basilisk spitting tongue became clearly discernible in his keen hearing.

Combined with Dad's reminder, he could almost outline the exact location of the basilisk in his mind.

"Rogge, don't try to provoke me." The basilisk threatened in snake language, and his voice was extremely cold: "If it weren't for you, I... wouldn't have thought of using the basilisk to make a Horcrux."

It kept wandering around Rogge, like a cunning hunter looking for the best time to attack. It didn't notice at all that the glass cover behind it was being quietly opened by an invisible hand.

"Transfer the wizard's soul to other creatures, and then reverse the blood curse and turn back into a human. What a genius idea..." Before the voice fell, the basilisk suddenly leaned forward, moving as fast as lightning.

Dad's reminder was a step too late. He could only watch the basilisk open its huge mouth, revealing its poisonous fangs, and bite Rogge fiercely.

At the critical moment, Rogge dangerously held his sword horizontally to block the fatal blow. The metal and the fangs collided, making a harsh sound.

Before he could rejoice, the snake's tail whipped like a whip and hit his body hard. Rogge staggered a few steps and almost lost his balance.

"Maybe, we can work together again." Roger said hurriedly, with temptation in his voice: "You are looking for the prophecy, right?"

The restless basilisk stopped its action, its snake pupils shrank quickly, and it carefully looked at the Slytherin in front of it: "Rogge, you really surprised me."

"Thank you, we are all smart people. Arthur Weasley will not be innocently injured, and Harry Potter will not suddenly dream." Roger smiled slightly, with a hint of cunning in his tone: "All this is not a coincidence, right?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the basilisk, but it soon returned to calm.

Rogge continued: "Do you know that the headmaster asked the professor to teach him brain occlusion."

"Harry?"

"Yes, but he can't learn it."

A comfortable hiss suddenly sounded in the air, and the basilisk seemed to be laughing. The two reached an unprecedented consensus in mocking and satirizing Harry Potter.

At this moment, an unexpected voice broke their "harmony".

"Dad, I got the talisman." Xiaoyu suddenly appeared from the air.

"The snake spell that can make objects invisible." The basilisk stared at the little guy in the distance and muttered in a low voice.

Rogge keenly captured his reaction and took the opportunity to test: "The power of the twelve spells is not particularly strong for wizards. Except for a few special spells, most spells can be replaced by spells."

The basilisk did not answer his question, but turned the topic to the previous prophecy: "What is the cooperation you are talking about? Help me find the glass ball containing the prophecy? Humph, you can't get that thing."

"Can't get it doesn't mean I don't know." He took a deep breath and pretended to be a charlatan with a mysterious tone: "The person who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... Born in a family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of July..."

The basilisk looked up suddenly, and a trace of incredible light flashed in his eyes.

"Of course I know these." The snake pupil stared at Rogge blankly, and his voice became anxious: "What about the second half of the prophecy?"

Rogge smiled and calmly changed to holding the sword with his left hand, "The content of the second half..."

He deliberately paused, his mouth moving silently while counting with his right hand.

The basilisk was completely distracted, not even spitting out its core. It stared at Rogge's lips, secretly hating itself for not being able to read lips and not being able to know the content of the prophecy.

"There are five more sentences in the prophecy. What do you want to pay for them?"

"What do you want?" The basilisk's hissing became softer, and its eyes were no longer as aggressive as before, "I can give you the entire East Coast."

"Heh, and then help you resist the counterattack of the American Magic Congress? I don't need anything recently, so..." Rogge's mouth curled up a mischievous arc: "I'd better not tell you."

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on the basilisk's head.

"Are you kidding me?" It immediately became fierce, staring at the black cloth on Rogge's face, thinking that the other party was playing with it as a child by counting with fingers just now.

"Don't worry, I have another gift for you!" His right hand yanked the pendant box off his neck with lightning speed. He flicked his thumb to open the lid and threw it at the basilisk.

The pendant box drew a beautiful arc in the air and flew towards the basilisk. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on the small object.

"Is there a secret weapon that can turn the tide of the battle?" This thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

Due to the previous conversation, the basilisk had already stopped swimming and quietly lingered in front of Rogge. It did not expect Rogge to suddenly launch a sneak attack, and was caught off guard for a while.

Of course, it recognized the pendant box in the air, which was one of its former Horcruxes. But now, he could not feel even a trace of his own breath from it.

"It..." The basilisk was about to speak, but suddenly noticed that there was something else in the pendant box.

The snake pupil shrank extremely, a few points thinner than the tip of a needle. It saw that it was a blood-marked fragment the size of a fingernail, with a sharp blade shining on the edge, like the broken blade of some weapon.

The basilisk spit out its snake tongue with disdain, laughing in its heart. It thought that Rogge must have some clever means after laying the groundwork for so long. Unexpectedly, he actually wanted to use such a small blade to scratch itself.

It secretly thought: Even if there were a hundred such fragments, it would not hurt itself in the slightest.

However, at the moment when the broken blade left the Slytherin pendant box, a soul-stirring throbbing swept through the entire space.

This power was so strong that even the air seemed to become sticky.

The basilisk suddenly realized that it had made a fatal mistake by underestimating the enemy. This was not an ordinary blade, but a deadly trap that could take its life!

The blood-marked broken blade was like the sickle of the god of death, and it was in front of the basilisk in the blink of an eye. Its snake tongue trembled, smelling an unprecedented dangerous breath.

Fear was like a cold venomous snake, instantly entwining the basilisk's heart. It realized that this seemingly insignificant little thing could really kill itself, even its soul.

It used up all its strength, and its body was like a huge spring that was suddenly released, swinging its tail vigorously and jumping high.

Swoosh——

Under the breathless gaze of the crowd, the broken blade easily pierced through the snake's tail as if it penetrated a veil. However, surprisingly, there was not a single visible wound left on the snake's tail.

But everyone who witnessed this scene clearly "heard" a sharp cutting sound in their minds, as if something invisible was cut off.

The basilisk fell heavily to the ground, and an unprecedented sense of weakness instantly swept over its body. It felt as if a piece of its body had been cut off by an invisible blade.

Looking down, the snake's tail was still intact. The blood-marked broken blade lay quietly on the ground behind it, looking harmless to humans and animals.

However, an indescribable sense of awkwardness began to spread in the basilisk's heart. It stared at its own snake tail, and suddenly had an absurd and terrifying idea: a snake tail cut by a broken blade should not exist.

A strong feeling of disgust from the depths of the soul arose spontaneously, as if the snake tail was some kind of terrible parasite that must be removed immediately.

At the same time, in the British wizarding world far across the ocean, a shrill scream suddenly sounded in a dark room. Voldemort himself fell to the ground in pain, holding his legs tightly with both hands.

He felt as if some invisible force was crushing his lower limbs, and in an instant, he lost the perception of his legs.

"Who, who cursed me?" Voldemort's face twisted into a hideous symbol, and a crazy laugh came out of his mouth, trying to cover up the bursts of pain from the depths of his soul.

He didn't know what hurt him at all.

Although Nagini had long been intercepted by Roger, Voldemort did not give up making new Horcruxes. He cultivated a more powerful basilisk as his seventh Horcrux according to the information provided by Roger.

This Horcrux is no longer a simple container, but has become another true self. Over time, it will devour the soul of the basilisk and control the body of the basilisk.

During this period, Voldemort could not hide, and even ignored the attacks of the Order of the Phoenix. His silence was not a retreat, but to study how to cast a blood curse on the basilisk.

Once this experiment is successful, his new Horcrux will be able to transform from the form of a basilisk back to a wizard, but retain the power of the basilisk.

At that time, he will break through the limitations of Transfiguration and Animagus and become an unprecedented existence, an immortal body that transcends the limitations of the fragile human body.

Dragon, unicorn, phoenix... He will be immortal.

However, because the Horcrux and the body cannot coexist for a long time, Voldemort has to send the basilisk to the American wizarding world.

He himself sneaked into the UK, closely monitoring Dumbledore's every move while secretly planning.