This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Snape was already surprised by the fact that Harry was a Parselmouth, and now he was even more surprised when he saw Vincent grabbing the snake's neck.

"Pa—" The black snake's tail was whipped hard against the edge of the gold-plated stage.

It straightened its entire body, as if measuring something.

"Let it go!" Lockhart looked fearful. "When I was adventuring in Southeast Asia, I heard the locals say that if a snake -"

"If the snake stretches its body straight, it means it is measuring whether it can swallow you whole." Vincent pulled the black snake in front of him.

Both Justin and Neville hurried back.

"It actually can't move."

Their little heads were shaking like rattles.

Vincent raised his right hand and slammed the snake's tail onto the corner again.

"You-" Snape's eyelids were twitching wildly.

After two "pop" sounds,

The black snake is no longer as active as it was at the beginning.

Its big mouth was not that open, and its straight body was still shaking.

"Professor Snape, what did you just want to say?"

"No!" Snape's face was paralyzed.

Vincent struck the snake's tail again and again.

Smashing and smashing, the students gradually became numb.

Luna's big eyes didn't blink, and she whispered to Ginny: "Is Wayne a killer who specializes in hunting snakes?"

Ginny turned her neck stiffly and looked at her blankly, "Probably.

I'm not very clear either.

"Then he must have faced more terrifying snakes."

"Why are you so sure?"

"I don't know." Luna's eyes flashed with a special light, "I just think it should be like this."

Ginny was speechless.

The more familiar she became with this eccentric little girl, the less she could keep up with her thinking speed.

Hermione, who was not far away, looked towards them.

Vincent did face a scarier snake, a basilisk that could fill a stairwell.

In comparison, this black snake is simply unintimidating.

Snake Killer... sounds pretty good.

After about ten hits, Vincent stopped.

Because the snake's head was drooped, it looked like it was dying.

"The crisis is over." He threw the black snake onto the stage, landing just at Draco's feet.

"Wayne—" Draco gritted his teeth and glared.

"You're welcome." Vincent returned a meaningful smile.

"That's great." Lockhart jumped off the stage in a panic.

"That's it for today." He walked quickly towards the door of the auditorium.

The students bid him farewell with contempt.

He has no real ability, and his luck is always good and bad.

If it weren't for a snake killer, Justin might...

Wait, Harry is a Parseltongue!

A student with orthodox Slytherin talent was actually sorted into Gryffindor House?

If Salazar knew, he would probably pry open the coffin panels like some Muggle scientist.

Vincent listened to the students' whispers and couldn't help but feel lucky that the secret room was still kept under wraps.

If they were to connect the two, Harry would only fall into a vortex of doubt until he caught the man possessed by Voldemort.

He met Snape's dark eyes with complicated emotions, turned around and left quietly.

Such a good opportunity to dump the blame, that person will definitely take advantage of it as soon as possible.

Maybe tonight,

On this lively night.

fred and george,

Cedric and Rolf both followed him as if they were vaguely aware of something.

Hermione, who was the first to go over, was already discussing arrangements while walking.

To deal with a basilisk, first of all, do not look directly into its eyes.

Secondly, such a large creature with high defense will be easier to deal with in a narrow space.

The last step is to solve the problem of scales that have extremely high anti-magic properties and can withstand orichalcum bullets.

The dark lenses can barely block its sight without paying attention, and the deformation spell performed by six people together can also narrow the range of movement.

But if you want to cause substantial damage, you can only use the weapon placed in the principal's office.

Vincent stood in front of the gargoyle and spoke a long series of commands.

When the other four first arrived, he finally got it right.

"Isn't mithril the same as silver and iron?" Fred walked into the separated stone wall.

"Different." Hermione gave them a brief introduction to the differences between the two.

According to the contents of Vincent's notebook, the silver iron forged by goblins is fundamentally different from the mithril refined by alchemy.

"Each form has its own advantages and disadvantages, but if you want to cause substantial damage to the basilisk, you need to use one with higher hardness."

Vincent nodded slightly at her, reached over Fred and knocked lightly on the principal's office door.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you there?"

Cedric looked at Hermione with a very strange look, "Since you learned alchemy, I found that you are almost turning into another Vincent Wayne."

"Me too." George slammed the door twice.

She looked towards Rolf and narrowed her eyes when she got a nod.

I learned it according to the notes, how can it be different?

"professor,

I'm in. Vincent twisted the handle, pushed the door open and walked in.

It was dark inside, with only a small candle burning.

He looked towards Fox's empty roost, "The professor should have gone out."

Hermione lit her wand and said, "Invade the Headmaster's Office and take away the precious Sword of Gryffindor..."

"What's wrong?" Fred pouted at her. "As long as we return the sword before Professor Dumbledore comes back, we won't have been here."

Vincent walked to the shelf and greeted the Sorting Hat. "Mr. Hat, can you keep a secret for us?"

The Sorting Hat grinned. "Of course not."

Its tip pointed behind his head.

He turned and looked at the snoring portraits of the headmasters. "Mr. Hat, you have been kidnapped by us."

"Oh - don't hurt me!"

"I promise," Vincent put on the Sorting Hat, "you will come back intact."

The portrait of Phineas Black twitched his eyelids.

After a brief thought, Hermione followed him out of the headmaster's office.

The remaining four stared at each other, and then followed him out.

"Mr. Hat, do you know Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?

Ah? Even you don't know the exact location?"

The Sorting Hat said a lot in Vincent's mind.

In the nearly thousand-year history of Hogwarts, the Chamber of Secrets is opened every hundred years.

But until the time fifty years ago, no Muggle-born students had ever died.

"Myrtle Elizabeth Warren?" The Sorting Hat suddenly realized:

"No wonder this poor girl doesn't remember how she died. It turned out to be because of the basilisk baby raised by Salazar-"

"Basilisk baby?"

Vincent suddenly stopped, and Hermione behind him almost bumped into him.

"Mr. Hat, what happened next?"

His expression gradually relaxed.

Because the Sorting Hat said that Slytherin had a group of "basilisk babies" at the beginning, but due to various reasons, only one of them could survive.

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