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 casually on the desk and explained to them: "The basilisk, just by its name, you can tell that it is a very dangerous snake-like magical creature."

"According to the statistics of the Ministry of Magic, the dangerous level of this creature is set as XXXXX, which is at the same level as the giant arachnid, three-headed hellhound, and fire dragon raised by Hagrid."

Clarke's first sentence startled Harry and Ron. No matter how detailed his introduction was, it might not be able to highlight the danger of the basilisk.

But once compared to other Fantastic Beasts, the two of them understood.

After all, Harry and the others only had a face-to-face encounter with the acromantula not long ago. Last semester, Ron also narrowly escaped death in front of the three-headed dog. As for the fire dragon, Hogwarts has it. Is it dangerous or not? Don't you know if you go and have a look?

"The first recorded basilisk was bred by 'Despicable Haierbo', yes, that Greek black 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 when Sirius is in the sky, and put it under the body of a toad to hatch, and a dangerous snake with extraordinary abilities will hatch. "

"Cock eggs?!" Ron looked surprised, "You remember wrongly, how could a rooster lay eggs?"

"Otherwise, how could this be considered evil black magic?" Clark said angrily to Ron, "Letting a rooster lay eggs in the sky when the Sirius star is in the sky, which itself involves a very advanced partial flesh transfiguration technique, 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 a simple matter.

Perhaps surgery can solve part of the problem, but it is simply impossible to maintain the physical characteristics of men and make them have the ability to conceive women.

"So although this magical creature seems easy to make, there have been no sightings of it for four hundred years, but I have read a lot of magical materials about the creation of basilisks, and found that in other books, you can still read A little shadow of a basilisk."

"For example, in the 'Book of Isaiah' in the Old Testament, there is such a sentence, 'They smashed the eggs of vipers and weaved the webs of spiders, and the one who swallowed the eggs will be inside after breaking the eggs of the wind. found a monster 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 glanced at each other and turned into stone statues, which was very similar to the person being attacked.

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

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

But the most well-known and most detailed one appeared in a book written by the famous wizard Alexander Naikam in the 1280s AD, but its content was not included in the "Monster" but in In the "rooster" section. "

Clark slowly recited what he wrote down:

"His 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 ovoid, but spherical, without a shell, but covered with a thick layer of skin.

And this egg must be hatched by a toad, so that this extremely poisonous monster will be hatched-a snake with the characteristics of a toad and a rooster.

This basilisk is covered with dazzling green hard scales and can reach a length of fifty feet. It is so powerful that even a dragon can hardly break free.

Among them, there is a bright red feather on the head of the male snake, and a cockscomb on the female snake.

Their tusks are so poisonous that a single drop can poison a wild boar.

But its most dangerous way of attack is to stare at the target with its big yellow eyes. As long as anyone's eyes touch its eyes, they will be killed instantly. "

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

"That's it," he was almost out of breath with excitement, "here is the answer, the monster in the secret room is a basilisk, a giant snake! No wonder only I can hear that voice, but others can't. Because I can hear Can understand Parseltongue..."

As soon as he said these words, his thoughts were instantly opened.

"Whoever looks at the basilisk will die. But so far, no one has died in the attack.

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

Ron opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"And Mrs. Norris?" he asked eagerly in a low voice.

Harry thought hard, remembering the scene before Halloween.

"It's water!" Clark answered his question, "Mrs. Norris should have seen the reflection in the water overflowing from the bathroom."

"This way, it all makes sense." Harry looked at Clark, his eyes sparkling with wisdom.

"That's right," Clark nodded. "If food is plentiful, this kind of snake can live a very long life. It is believed that the basilisk of 'Helpo the Vile' lived to be almost nine hundred years old. It is entirely possible that Slytherin was in the Chamber of Secrets." Raised a basilisk and has lived until now."

"Besides, because the basilisk is the spider's sworn enemy, that's why Hagrid's acromantula is so scared."

"But according to what you said, how could such a huge basilisk crawl around in the castle?" Ron said, "A big ugly snake... someone will definitely see it..."

"Pipes," Clark answered his question without thinking, "There should be some pipes buried in the walls of Hogwarts, and the basilisk is likely to move through the pipes."

Harry realized immediately, "No wonder I always hear that voice behind the wall..."

Ron suddenly grabbed Harry's arm at this moment.

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

"- Moaning Myrtle's bathroom," said Harry.

They sat there, overwhelmed with excitement, unable to believe it.

"It's very possible," Clark touched his chin. "We just need to ask that Myrtle and we'll know the result."

"But the professors are very patrolling these days," Harry said, "and the girls' bathroom is on the second floor—next to the scene of the first attack—it's almost impossible."

"How about," Ron suggested a way, his eyes sparkling, "we go directly to Professor McGonagall?"

"Let's go to the staff room first," Clark said, and pushed open the door of the empty classroom.

"She'll be there in ten minutes, get out of class will be over soon."

But Harry couldn't move a little bit, and he committed the reckless fault of being a Gryffindor again.

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

Clark saw what Harry was thinking at a glance, and it was exactly what he had hoped for.

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 confirm first, and then inform the professors..."

"Are you crazy, Harry, that's a basilisk!" Ron exclaimed.

"We're just going to ask Myrtle, and we won't really go into the Chamber of Secrets, so it should be fine." Harry tried to convince Ron.

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

"I think Harry is right. There is only one chance. If we don't have evidence or guess wrong, Professor McGonagall won't believe us anymore."

"But why do we take risks?" Ron was still a little scared, he remembered what Clark said just now, the basilisk's gaze can kill people.

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

Clark glanced at him, "As a Gryffindor, Ron, you must be afraid!"

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

To their delight, the opportunity came quickly.

After the two lessons in the morning, the second-year students who had lunch went to History of Magic class together under the escort of Gilderoy Lockhart.

Perhaps because he was busy patrolling 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 was also for this reason that he believed even more firmly now that Hagrid must be the murderer. Because in that case, he wouldn't have to escort the students safely through the corridors at all.

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

"When the petrified people and ghosts wake up, they will definitely point to Hagrid as the murderer.

Frankly, I'm amazed that Professor McGonagall thinks it's necessary to take so many security measures when the Ministry of Magic is already locking people up. "

"I agree, sir." Harry complied, and Ron, who was beside him, dropped the book in surprise.

"Thank you, Harry."

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

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

"That's right," Ron immediately understood, "Professor, you have worked so hard."

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

The look of joy on Lockhart's face flashed away, "Well, Prewett, I want to say, that's it, I should really prepare for the next class."

After speaking, he hurried towards his office.

"What lesson preparation?" Ron laughed at his back, "it's almost as good as taking care of his hair."

They let the rest of the Gryffindors come forward, then sneaked down a side passage and hurried to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

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

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

It was the darkest, most dreary place Clark had ever been, almost on par with the Potions basement room.

Beneath a large, stained and cracked mirror was a row of spalled stone pools.

The damp floor was covered with water stains, and a few candle stubs were burning low on the brackets, emitting a dim light, and the floor was gloomy.

The paint on the wooden doors of each single room has peeled off, and they are covered with scratches, as if they were scratched by some kind of wild beast.

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

All three saw Moaning Myrtle sitting on the tank of the innermost toilet bowl.

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

"This is the girls' bathroom," she said, looking suspiciously at Clark and the others. "You are not girls."

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

He waved vaguely at the dirty old mirror and the damp floor.

Thanks to his handsome appearance and outstanding charisma, Clark, like his predecessor Tom Riddle, managed to gain the favor of the female ghost.

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

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

"Ask her if she saw anything." Harry said to Clark in a low voice at the side.

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

"Nothing," said Harry quickly, "we wanted to ask you—"

"I hope people don't talk about me behind my back!" cried Myrtle. "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 we can help you find the murderer."