From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

"Oliver Humbey, what is her relationship with O'Neill Humbey?" Sivan thought for a moment and then asked.

Myrtle's voice paused and she sobbed: "I heard Oliver Humbey say before that she has a brother who is three grades above her. She also showed off her brother's magical power all day long, and said that O'Neill...

Hong Bei was able to fight with the number one player in the duel competition in his grade for several minutes, I can’t even remember it!”

Hearing these words, the corners of Xiwen's mouth twitched.

The first place in the duel competition in the same grade as O'Neill Hongbei... isn't it me?

Xiwen thought for a long time before he remembered that in a previous duel class, he wanted to test the effect of his newly fused defensive spell, so he did not end the battle with a disarming spell as usual.

Maybe it was that time that made the opponent feel extremely confident.

Now that I think about it, it seems that the opponent in that duel was really O'Neill Humbey of Ravenclaw...

"Why don't you come out of the cubicle and see who is standing outside?" Xiwen said to Myrtle in the bathroom cubicle.

A short, fat little witch tremblingly pushed open the door panel and poked her head out of the cubicle. She had acne on her face, wore thick glasses, and her hair was long and straight.

When she saw the senior wizard with brown hair and a prefect badge on his chest outside, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Are you, Senior Rosier, the dueling champion of Hogwarts?" Myrtle exclaimed.

"You're right. It seems that I have a little reputation in Hogwarts." Xiwen said with a smile. "So, you can tell me any grievances you have. There is no need to be alone.

Cry secretly here."

"How about I help you drag O'Neill Humbe over now and let him teach his sister a lesson?"

Myrtle opened her eyes wide in surprise and asked, "Is it really possible?"

Xiwen chuckled and nodded.

At this moment, a faucet in the bathroom suddenly emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then, the sink under the faucet also started to move.

In Myrtle's surprised eyes, the pool slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe that could almost accommodate a person.

Xiwen heard the sound behind him and looked back involuntarily, and suddenly saw a pair of frighteningly large yellow eyes!

After looking at these strange, terrifying big yellow eyes, his whole body seemed to be caught, and he had the illusion of being blown away by the wind.

At this time, Xiwen suddenly realized that he might have seen the eyes of the basilisk.

How could the location of the Chamber of Secrets appear here by such a coincidence? How could Salazar Slytherin be so tasteless in setting the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets in a girls' bathroom?

"Go back to your bathroom stall, now!" Sivan shouted.

Then, he used his remaining strength to move with difficulty, blocking Myrtle's sight.

Out of the remaining sense of responsibility in his heart, Xiwen finally came back to his senses and felt the state of his body after hearing the sound of her fearfully closing the compartment door.

The illusion that his whole body was floating away in the wind became more and more obvious, and he finally sensed the regular magic that the Basilisk acted on his soul. This was a magical talent that seemed to immediately deprive the soul of its integrity. Xiwen's soul seemed to

They will all be eroded by this magic!

"Rozier, I really didn't expect to see you here." An elegant and pleasant young man's voice rang out. In Xiwen's ears, it seemed as if it came from the horizon and kept ringing around his ears.

"I really don't mean to kill anyone, I just want to inherit Salazar Slytherin's magic and legacy." The young man continued. "Why do you always have to be so strong? I don't see it at all.

Catching up with your hope, you even completed the things I once wanted to do perfectly."

"Why did you integrate the power of the pure-blood family first, Rozier? Do you know that I have always admired you, but I just don't know why I feel like I have always been living in your shadow."

"Since you have become the first person killed by the Basilisk, it seems that your fate is destined to be this way. I will be the pure-blood leader next. I will make this magical world a paradise of pure blood!"

The young man's words seemed to come from the sky, and seemed to be waves of Sanskrit sounds. In a daze, Xiwen heard it more and more clearly, and finally even clearly heard who the owner of this voice was -

"But you are just a mixed-race, Riddle." Xiwen suddenly opened his eyes, looked into the black eyes of Riddle who was close at hand, and said softly.

It is true that the basilisk's innate magic directly affects the soul, but Xiwen does not have only one soul in his body like others!

In addition, Xiwen is actually a strange being who can move freely with only one physical body, so this attack that directly attacks the soul does not appear to be as deadly as others.

In an instinctive reaction, the secondary soul that had remained in Xiwen's body for a long time took the initiative to resist the death gaze of the basilisk.

And Xiwen's secondary soul is not a complete soul, so the basilisk's ability cannot be exerted to its extreme. Like the ghostly fat man Edmund Grubb, the secondary soul is just transformed.

It is in a slightly stiff petrified state and is not life-threatening.

After Xiwen's body was taken over by his soul body, Xiwen's eyes became completely clear and he looked straight at Riddle who was standing next to the basilisk in front of him.

"This is impossible!" Riddle looked at Sivan who seemed to be fine and shouted in disbelief. "Rozier, how can you not be affected by the basilisk? Who are you?!"

"There are still many things in this world that you don't know, Riddle, or in other words, Voldemort, which you prefer to hear." Sivan said slowly. "In a person's life, learning is never-ending."

"Preaching, preaching again!" Riddle yelled out of control. "Then should you continue to say that love is the greatest magic in the world?!"

"Riddle, we don't understand what Dumbledore said, and we are not qualified to comment." Sivan said softly. "But as a great wizard who is extremely rare in history, he has nearly fifty years of experience more than us.

It’s not just as simple as being stronger.”

"So I hope you can carefully consider what Dumbledore warned you. I have to say that no matter what time or place, every conversation with Dumbledore can benefit me a lot."

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