Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

"How is it possible!? How could I fail!"

Looking at the incompetent and furious Voldemort, Bell rolled his eyes disdainfully.

"What's so surprising about your failure? Didn't you already fail once more than 10 years ago?"

"..."

Voldemort was choked by Bell's sharp remarks.

"Boy, I find that you lack the awe of the Dark Lord!"

After getting rid of the surprise a little, the young version of Voldemort finally recovered his ability to think. Only then did he realize that it seemed that Bell had insulted him several times before?

"And, what are you looking at!?"

Seeing the blue light shining in Bell's eyes, Voldemort asked angrily.

No one has ever dared to be so bold and presumptuous in front of the powerful Dark Lord!

"Oh, don't be so stingy. We are all men, look what's wrong?

Oh, don’t worry, my orientation is normal and has not been affected by the trends of this era."

Bell was a little disgusted with Voldemort's stinginess.

"Boy! You are looking for death!"

Voldemort roared angrily, turned into black mist again, and got back into Ginny's body.

Then she heard a sharp and harsh 'hissing' sound coming from Ginny's mouth. The faucet beside her twisted and rotated to expand into a circular channel. The little witch jumped in.

Seeing Voldemort and Ginny disappear into the passage, Belle sighed in disappointment.

He hasn't seen enough yet!

But since no one wanted to show it to him, as a free prostitute, Bell was too embarrassed to pursue her and force her.

Moreover, although he could not understand the snake language, the warning from the earrings let him know that the other party should have summoned the basilisk before running away.

Bell took out an eyepatch and put it on his head, completely blocking his sight.

In fact, many years ago, he had been able to use the skill of magic perception to replace vision. This was also the confidence for him to dare to face the basilisk directly.

For most magical creatures, as long as they find a way to restrain their unique magical abilities, the difficulty of conquering them will plummet.

However, this theorem does not apply to top-level magical creatures. As for what level of magical creatures the basilisk belongs to, Bell does not dare to say.

After doing the protective work, Bell took out a small bottle from his arms.

The bottle was only as long as an index finger and 3 centimeters thick. But as Bell opened the mouth of the bottle and poured it down, a large amount of silver-white liquid that far exceeded its volume spewed out.

These liquids are what Bell has been preparing for this week.

These liquids are actually liquid metal, a magic prop made by Bell using mithril as the main body and supplemented by a variety of precious magic materials. Bell named it 'Thousand Changes'.

In order to make the Thousand Changes, Bell not only emptied the goblins' mithril inventory, but also melted several mithril swords collected at home.

So don't look at the liquid at Bell's feet now. It only adds up to 10 liters, but its original volume is actually dozens of times that.

Bell added two kinds of magic spells, the 'Enlargement Curse' and the 'Reducing Curse', to Qian Bian. Apart from that, there is no powerful magic. Therefore, Qian Bian itself has no power. It is completely designed by Bell to coordinate with his own.

Transfiguration, a specially created magic prop.

Hearing this, some people may think that it is not necessary for Bell to create a thousand transformations. After all, there are too many objects around him that can be used to perform transformation spells, such as earth, air, magic, etc., which can be accessed at any time.

But this is not the case.

Qianbian has two major characteristics.

First, no matter what kind of transformation spell is applied, the two core magic spells of enlargement and reduction will not be destroyed. This allows Bell to save a lot of magic power when performing large-scale transformations.

You can never have too much magic at any time.

Second, Qianbian is a liquid metal, which gives it the strength and sharpness of metal without the need for Bell to specifically strengthen it, and at the same time, it can complete its deformation quickly.

You know, in a fierce battle, a moment's delay may completely change the outcome of the battle.

The wand slipped from his cuff, and Bell pointed it at the thousand changes at his feet. About half of the liquid floated up and transformed into a spear above Bell's head.

As Bell continued to pour magic power into it, the spear began to rotate rapidly, and at the same time it emitted blue light.

Aiming the tip of the spear at the hole in the sink, Bell planned to wait for the basilisk to show its head and give it a head-on attack, thus reducing the intensity of the battle as much as possible.

It's not that Bell is afraid that the fierce battle will attract other people's attention. Now that he has decided to take action, he no longer cares about the professors' opinions. It is impossible for him to escape Dumbledore's surveillance anyway.

Bell was mainly afraid that if the battle was too fierce, the basilisk's body would be destroyed.

Bell was still very interested in studying a basilisk that had lived for thousands of years. This was why he chose to use transformation to fight this battle.

Time flew by as Bell stood ready. Soon, with a crawling sound, the basilisk crawled in from outside the bathroom...

Bell, whose whole body was tense and all his attention was focused on the hole in the wall, stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, raging anger ignited in Bell's heart, and he wished he could hit the basilisk on the head with a burst of immortal flames. He suspected that he might be able to cast out the immortal flames instantly now.

‘What the hell is this! Give me back the feelings I wasted!!!’

Seeing the basilisk appearing in front of him, Bell went crazy.

This basilisk was beyond his expectation! But it wasn't too strong, it was too weak!

No wonder the warning from the earrings was so weak. He thought it was because the basilisk was too far away from him.

The body length is less than 10 meters, about the thickness of a washbasin. Even ordinary pythons in nature can grow to this size.

So this basilisk has been eating shit for the past thousand years!?

Look at Bai Suzhen! After a thousand years of practice, she can transform into a great beauty!

Even though our place is a 'magic' place, and there is a gap between it and other people's 'cultivation' ones, let alone Xiao Qing, at least you can become a cute little loli... Ahem, you should at least look more powerful and domineering.

!

In Bell's expectation, a thousand-year-old basilisk would have to start at 100 meters, with a diameter of 1 or 2 meters.

This is the result!?

This poor little guy, who is not even 10 meters tall, is still a thousand-year-old basilisk?

If it hadn't been so long and another basilisk hadn't appeared, Bell would have thought that the 'little guy' in front of him was actually the basilisk's child, sneaking out to watch the fun.

Feeling that the basilisk roared, opened its big mouth, and rushed towards him, Bell was considering whether to use fire to burn this unsatisfactory thing to ashes, so as to bury the self who was fighting with the air before.