Ahem, the radiator arrived yesterday, and then I found that the real Nima was difficult to install, and I didn't get it done for more than an hour, so I planned to take it today to find a friend who opened a computer store for help. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Originally, I thought I couldn't do it today, because of today's heavy rain, if there is an estimate in Hefei can be understood, and then the rain stopped, I took it to repair, but when I went home, I plugged in the wrong wire with the monitor, and the screen was not lit for half a day, I thought something was wrong, and I found the problem after tinkering for a long time.

After that, the computer was ready, I went to Pottermore to re-register an account, and God was assigned to the Snake Courtyard, and by the way, my name was Asker, not a surname.

Finally, my wand: the fig tree and the dragon's heartstrings, twelve and a half inches, extremely light and incredibly elastic.

All I have to say about this wand is that it is a wand that spontaneously combusts.

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"Papa~Papa~"

The ground was damp, and walking through the tunnel, the only sound was Neville and Harry's footsteps, except for breathing.

It was so dark in the tunnel, and the light of the wand reflected their shadows on the wet walls, looking like youkai.

Harry followed Neville's footsteps, slowly and cautiously, the tunnel silent as a tomb, with the occasional click of small animal bones being crushed by them.

I don't know if all the Hogwarts rats died here or what's going on, Neville crushed at least twenty mouse skulls along the way, and the terrible sound was a little scary at first, but then he didn't feel it anymore.

"Neville, there's something there......" Harry patted Neville on the back and said hoarsely, "Be careful." ”

"It's nothing, it's a snake molt. ”

Neville replied that he could see much better than Harry, despite the dim light. The behemoth of the coiled man in front of him, Neville had already noticed, but it was only because it was dead that he didn't say anything.

"Snake molt?"

Harry froze for a moment, then removed the hand covering his eyes and raised his wand high to the ground.

The light shone on a huge snakeskin, green and bright, and at first glance it looked like the skin of a poisonous snake, coiled around the floor of the tunnel, and the inside was empty. Apparently, the animal that had just shed this layer of skin was at least twenty feet long.

"Twenty Feet ......"

Neville muttered, and made up the general appearance of the basilisk, because of the control of the Ministry of Magic, there is basically no record of seeing a basilisk in Britain in the last four hundred years, so the illustrations used in books involving basilisk are basically sandwiched with the artist's own personal goods.

Some of the illustrations show a basilisk with a turtle head, some with a snake head, and some with horned lizard heads, and Neville doesn't know what the one they are about to face is.

If Neville and the others make it back alive, they will surely leave their name in the history of magic, because the basilisk they need to defeat is most likely the one left by Salazar Slytherin, and does he leave anything else but the basilisk, as it was said in the previous school?

The answer is very likely, if not gold and silver treasures, but also precious texts.

"Harry, how much do you think this thing will sell for?" Neville asked, pointing to the snake molt.

"Huh?"

"Well, I'd like to buy a better broomstick, but I don't have enough money, so I'm ......," Neville said embarrassedly, "We'll sell it for half of the money, okay?"

“......”

Harry also had nothing to say, but considering that his small treasury was indeed not comparable to ordinary people, he understood Neville's feelings.

"If only you could take it back and sell it, and give me a jar of Duke Honey's new candy when the time comes. ”

"No problem. ”

Neville continued to move on, the darkness ahead was no longer worth mentioning, and the terrifying and dangerous basilisk had turned into an equal amount of gold gallons in Neville's eyes. Although the basilisk will definitely not belong to him in the end, if you can get some materials such as snake teeth, snake gall, snake skin, and snake blood, it will be a light wheel 2001 if rounded up.

Looking at Neville with all his energy, Harry considered whether to remind him that a living basilisk was worth more money, so it was best to be lighter.

But for the sake of safety, a dead basilisk is a good basilisk.

The tunnel turned and turned, and after the last corner, Neville paused, then continued in his stride.

Harry hadn't noticed that there was a sturdy wall on the road ahead, and Neville hadn't said anything. On the wall were carved two intertwined snakes, their eyes encrusted with large, sparkling emeralds, apparently a hint.

Neville, who had already walked less than a meter from the wall, suddenly slammed his fist into the stone wall, and the wall flashed with black light, Neville felt like his fist was hitting a large bell, and the power was quickly absorbed, and finally turned into a bell ringing.

"Bell!"

The dull sound of bells echoed through the tunnel, wave after wave, shaking Harry's head. He covered his ears with his hands, his expression was a little painful, and a buzzing sound in his head made him want to vomit in his habit, and he finally managed to hold back.

After a while, Harry felt better, and he looked up to see Neville's hair standing on end like a needle. His palms were blackened, his shoes were blown up, and he looked at Harry barefoot and apologetically.

"Neville, you ......"

"Well, I thought it was just a normal wall, so ......" Neville said with some embarrassment, scratching his head, "It looks like this wall is under a spell, and if it's going to be demolished, Harry, you'd better go back to where we came from." ”

"Let me see, maybe there's something else. ”

"Oh. ”

Passing Neville, Harry approached, and when he saw the two snakes, he knew how to get through.

Of course, he was also a little speechless, I don't know if the people who set up the agency back then thought that someone would be able to tear down the wall with their bare hands.

Harry didn't need to assume the two stone snakes as real now compared to when he was on the ground, because their eyes looked exactly like they were alive. He had to say something until this point, and cleared his throat, the emerald eyes seemed to be flickering.

"Open. Harry said in a low, hoarse hiss.

The two snakes parted, and the stone wall cracked in the middle and slowly slid to both sides.

Neville pointed to the snake eyes on the wall and asked, "Those are emeralds?" ”

Harry glanced at them, and the gems were a vivid emerald green, similar to the emeralds he had seen at his uncle's house before, and they were of a better color, and they would probably sell for a lot of money if they were sold.

"Why don't you tear it down and sell it back for money?" Harry said.

Neville shook his head again and again, and said very seriously: "This should be part of Salazar Slytherin's inheritance, it does not belong to us, if we take it, it will be a thief, this is not right." ”

Harry shrugged his shoulders, he wasn't short of money himself, but he also felt sorry for Neville, he was too stereotypical. If Lockhart had changed, he would have found a way to dig up these gems, even if he was many times richer than Neville.

Thinking of this, Harry felt that he had been wise enough to stop Lockhart.

There really are a lot of good things here, though, first the snake molt, then the four emeralds, and then there are definitely other receipts to come. It's no wonder that Lockhart actually took the risk of being exposed to come down and get a handful, and spent a lot of money to make so many preparations, in addition to fame, there are also benefits.

Passing through here, there was a long, dimly lit room, flanked by stone pillars carved with coiled serpents, towering to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness of the heights, casting long, eerie black shadows over the entire room filled with green and mysterious.

Harry pulled out his wand, and Neville held it in his hand, which was a good thing to use to knock someone on the back of the head.

They slowly made their way through the stone pillars coiled around the serpent, creating hollow, loud echoes between the walls of the ghostly buildings with each step.

Neville walked in front with magic sunglasses, with a hedgehog head, bare feet, and a black stick in his hand, looking particularly eccentric.

He squinted and walked slowly, and when he came to the last pair of stone columns, a statue as tall as the room itself appeared, clinging to the dark wall behind it.

It was an old, monkey-like face, a long beard that dragged almost all the way to the hem of a wizard's robe carved out of stone, and two large gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room.

After more than a year of reading at Hogwarts, Neville still didn't recognize who it was at first glance, although he knew that there was only one person in the statue, that is, Salazar Slytherin, but this old wizard was really ugly compared to what was rumored outside.