Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"Why don't I see him so brave usually?" Moriarty said, holding his forehead, "He is really overly excited. I'll go down and have a look."

"The command to liberate the sky, let the stars call our bodies and minds, Demoaka!"

Moriarty chanted silently and flew into the pipe.

"Ahhhhh!" Marcus's scream echoed in the pipe. Moriarty felt like he was wearing headphones. The 3D surround sound effect made him really feel the beating of his left and right ears.

"Fly up, Marcus!" Moriarty shouted forward: "If you really can't do it, adjust your position and slide down."

About two minutes later, Moriarty heard Marcus' intermittent voice: "Sir, I'll do my best..."

Moriarty was amused. Fortunately, although the slope of this pipe was very steep, it had twists and turns and was very spacious inside. Marcus would not be in danger of life, and Moriarty would not be in danger.

Leave him alone.

Marcus slid down very deep into the ground of the school until the curved pipe became horizontal. He emerged from the mouth of the pipe and fell to the wet ground with a thud.

Moriarty also flew over at this time, "Fluorescent!" Moriarty stretched his staff around to observe the surrounding environment.

Marcus climbed up, looked at the dark, sticky walls, and stuttered a little: "Sir, this, is this the secret room?"

"Obviously not." Moriarty increased the magic output, a faint blue light flashed from the top of the staff, and the wall reflected the light and illuminated the shadows of the two people.

Marcus then saw a dark stone tunnel, with rodent skeletons piled on the ground, water droplets clinging to the walls, and a damp and cold atmosphere surrounding it.

"Let's go," Moriarty started, "remember to pull out your wand."

The two continued to walk forward, and the road became more and more twists and turns. Suddenly a shadow appeared in front of them. Marcus subconsciously recited a magic spell: "Expelliarmus!"

"Pa!" The red light seemed to penetrate the shadow and hit the floor.

"Don't panic, I think it's the skin of the basilisk." Moriarty smiled slightly, which reassured Marcus. He also used a "fluorescence flash" and stepped forward cautiously.

The light shone on a pair of green snakeskin. Even though he was mentally prepared, Marcus was still startled. He controlled his trembling legs and swallowed: "Sir, such a big snakeskin

, that basilisk is at least twenty feet long."

"Of course the size of the basilisk is a scary factor, but another factor is its survival time. For this old monster that has survived for thousands of years, its survival skills and combat intuition are far beyond ordinary people's imagination, so it is better to be careful.

wonderful."

Moriarty slightly reminded Marcus that in fact, in his opinion, the basilisk of Salazar's ancestor had been raised to waste. I am afraid that the basilisk would not be able to fill its stomach for thousands of years.

Marcus nodded obediently. After Moriarty took away the snake skin, the two of them continued to walk forward. After passing one corner after another, they finally found a solid wall standing in front of them.

It is engraved with two intertwined snakes, and their eyes are set with large, shining emeralds.

"Ding! Ding!"

Moriarty struck the emerald with his staff one after another. Not even saying snake language, the two snakes separated, the stone wall cracked in the middle, slid to both sides and disappeared.

"Let me go in front of you, sir." After Marcus said these words, he seemed to be drained of all his strength, but there was only seriousness in his eyes.

Finally feeling a bit manly. Moriarty was satisfied, but he didn't show it. Instead, he said: "Courage without wisdom is recklessness. Proving yourself requires real courage, not recklessness."

Marcus seemed to understand, but he fulfilled his promise, held the wand in his hand, and stepped slowly along the stone wall.

They stood on one side of a long, dimly lit room. Many stone pillars carved with entangled snakes stood tall, supporting the ceiling that melted into the darkness above.

There was no sign of the basilisk. Marcus breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Moriarty, only to find that his master had already walked deeper into the room.

"It is indeed Slytherin's architectural style, in line with the style of our ancestors." Moriarty looked around at a circle of scattered stone pillars. They were structurally similar to the twelve stone pillars in the castle auditorium.

"As for this statue..."

Moriarty raised his neck and was firmly locked on the dark wall behind, with a statue as tall as the room itself clinging to it.

"An old, monkey-like face with a long sparse beard? Is this the true appearance of my ancestor?"

Moriarty touched his chin with interest. It was really interesting. It was not like he had never seen Salazar's appearance before, and Salazar would not be like this even if he was dying.

It has been confirmed just now that the secret room was built by Salazar himself, and it is impossible for anyone to fake it.

In this way, the statue looks intriguing.

Marcus said something fair: "Unless Salazar intentionally made his statue unsightly, I wouldn't have imagined that he would create such a ghost thing based on his heroic figure!"

The huge stone face suddenly moved. Its mouth opened wider and wider, and finally formed a huge black hole. A big black guy rushed out of the black hole and fell to the ground violently.

The floor trembled, and Marcus, who had been so courageous before, was like a deflated rubber ball, slumped to the ground, and he didn't know where to throw his wand.

"The basilisk is coming! Don't look into its eyes, run!" Moriarty reminded loudly, Marcus rolled and crawled to the other side, hissing at the top of his lungs: "Sir, you go first, I'll do it

Lure it away and let’s go!”

Being loyal, Moriarty nodded and continued to remind: "Use the flying spell to fly behind it!"

"Unblock, ah no, liberate! God, God..." Marcus' tongue seemed to be tied up in knots, and he couldn't utter complete words as he mumbled, and his face became as white as a ghost.

The basilisk won't wait long for Marcus, and bites Marcus with its bloody mouth!

"Ah -" Marcus yelled again, and gradually he found himself floating up. He opened his eyes, looked left and right, and found Moriarty beside him, looking at him with a smile.

"To become my follower, you must possess the two most basic conditions, loyalty and bravery." Moriarty solemnly said: "Congratulations, Marcus Flint. You passed the test I gave you."

Marcus' pale face turned red, and he said excitedly: "Sir, what an honor! I..."

Moriarty interrupted him directly: "From now on, just call me Young Master - my servants and subordinates all call me that. From now on, I will invest a lot of resources in you, and you can write to your old father

The letter told him that the Flint family is about to rise again."

A loud hissing sound sounded from the feet of the two of them. The basilisk noticed them, raised its body, and looked around the sky with its two golden eyes like giant headlights.

Moriarty pointed his staff at the ground, "The Whispering Snake!"

The hissing sound of snake language was mixed with ancient Latin. The basilisk seemed to recognize the snake language, but its body was entangled by ghostly snakes.

A ghost snake climbed onto the basilisk's head. The basilisk gave the ghost snake an angry look, and the ghost snake was turned to stone.

Moriarty knew that the eyes of the basilisk could kill anyone and animals that came into contact with them in an instant. Although the ghost snake was not a real snake, it was petrified rather than dissipated.

A flash of lightning flashed across Moriarty's mind for a few moments. Perhaps to improve the level of the Whispering Serpent, he could start by "absorbing the magic power of snake-like magical creatures"?

But this was obviously not the time to meditate. Moriarty fell behind the basilisk, avoiding eye contact with it. He said in a low, slow snake language: "My name is Moriarty Slytherin, Salazar...

Direct descendant of Slytherin."

As the snake language appeared, Slytherin's staff emitted a ball of silver light and a ball of green light, intertwining in the air, outlining the appearance of Salazar Slytherin.

The moment the basilisk saw Salazar, the twisting snake's body became tense as if it was electrocuted, and then relaxed, so Moriarty withdrew the snake.

"Hiss, hiss!" The basilisk's voice became much gentler.

"Hiss, hiss?" Moriarty communicated with it.

Marcus stared at the man and the snake in shock. At this moment, he wished that he was also a Parseltongue.