The underground pipe was as quiet as a lonely grave, and the first unexpected sound he heard was the cracking sound of flesh stepping on the skull of a mouse. Ricardo looked at the floor, and saw that the bones of small animals were scattered on the floor.

As they walked through a bend in the tunnel, a large, curved line lay at the corner of the tunnel, and it did not move.

The firelight streaked across a python skin, a disgusting bright green, curled up and lying empty on the basement floor. The python that shed this skin must have been at least twenty feet long.

No wonder, Ricardo looked at the empty pupils, no wonder Voldemort had attacked through this place, causing him to "profile" and go berserk.

It's a basilisk, he's seen it in a book, and if you look this guy in the eye, you're going to die.

Voldemort used this principle to lay out in that pupil and almost succeeded in taking it - if it weren't for the fact that Ricciardo hadn't dealt with this guy last year.

But well...... If he hadn't dealt with this guy last year, how would Ricardo have sensed and acquired this volunteer?

They passed the python skin, and continued to walk, turning one bend after another in the underground tunnel.

Finally, as they climbed or drifted over another bend, a solid wall stood in front of him. Two intertwined snakes are carved on the wall, their eyes studded with glittering emerald giants.

These stone snakes seem to be real, and their eyes are lifelike. And...... It's familiar.

"On." The remnant said in a low, faint hissing voice.

The wall cracked in it, and the two serpents parted. The two half-walls slid away in balance and vanished without a trace. He stood at the end of a stone chamber. The stone chamber is quite large and dimly lit. The towering stone pillars were entwined with more stone-carved pythons, all the way up, disappearing into the dark ceiling.

As he circled to the last pair of duzi, a sculpture as tall as the stone chamber jumped into his sight. The sculpture stands against the back wall.

Ricardo had to float up to see the huge face above: it was quite old, like a monkey, with a long, sparse beard that hung down to the bottom of the stone robe, and two gray legs standing on the smooth floor of the stone chamber.

This...... This!

This was what he saw in his Sorting Hat memories, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and the place where the Black Order was meeting!

He remembered that Slytherin was standing there, glancing at him, the memories-watcher, consciously or unconsciously!

Ricardo paused among the towering stone pillars, so surprised that he didn't see the remnant controlling the flesh and looking up at the Slytherin stone face, opening its mouth to hiss.

"Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Big Four."

He only heard one word, and the Slytherin face began to move, its mouth opening wider and wider, revealing a large black hole.

Ricardo quickly closed his eyes, he didn't dare to make eye contact with the monster in it.

"That's right," the remnant smirked, "you should close your eyes and feel the supreme power of my ancestors!" This is the greatest human creation! Come, my basilisk, and you will be my treasure to cleanse Hogwarts! ”

“…………………………”

Quiet, in addition to being quiet or quiet, in this atmosphere seems a bit ...... Small embarrassment.

"It's ...... Something went wrong? ”

Ricardo felt as if he had to find something to comfort him.

“…… No! That's impossible! The remnant's voice was horrified and angry, "How could there be anyone else!" ”

He jumped into the hole: "Let's go in!" ”

Ricardo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly followed. They had made several turns, and the damp and rotting smell of the basement had faded away, and Ricardo's tense nerves relaxed a little, but he saw that cold sweat had slipped down his forehead and fallen into the endless darkness in that body, and then vanished in an instant.

It took a long time, but maybe only a moment, and the light gradually began to shine in the distance. As they entered, the light grew larger, and Ricardo could see the dappled light falling near it. Under the illumination of the light, countless mysterious shadows were born on the ground and walls, and from a distance they looked like the flames of the undead.

"That's right...... Yes, that's right! The remnant soul thought of the words, and his tone trembled, "It's still there!" It's still there! That's the glow of his pupils! ”

He almost trotted past, his shoulders trembling.

Ricardo didn't follow, he closed his eyes and felt the breath of a gust of wind.

"Very well," said someone in the wind, as if someone had said, "that you are here, that this is your fate, and that Slytherin will not disappoint anyone." ”

It seemed as if a shackle had been lifted in his memory, and another memory had flooded in—another fragment of the Sorting Hat had given him.

He followed the fragment, controlling the soul gradually descending, passing through the physical objects that blocked the flesh, until an unknown being blocked his sinking, and then opened his eyes.

It was a large and rather empty room.

The core color of the room is green and black, and the design is actually quite simple, with a long table in the center, a chair next to it, and a large dusty bookshelf in one corner of the room.

However, Ricardo did not take the simplicity of the design of the room lightly, because the utensils seemed rather simple.

The chair was smelted from several boulders, painted green, and painted with mysterious and intricate patterns, as if runes had been unearthed from some ancient people. The long table is made of the same material as the chair, and in the center of the green table is a blooming black lily, which looks like a lily pattern was carved out of some kind of utency, and then the blood of some magical animal is used as a pigment to continue the drawing.

There is also a half-sized depression in the wall of the room, and the unevenness is connected vertically and horizontally into a cross or sword shape, which is really impossible to see if you don't look closely.

The most mysterious thing is the little bookshelf. It is the only existence in this room whose main color is black, with one after another small turquoise snakes on it, and the magic attached to them does not seem to gradually dissipate due to the passage of time, thousands of years have passed, and they are still swimming quickly on the bookshelves, as if they have become life in the two-dimensional space on the bookshelves.

There was only a book and a diary on the shelf, Ricardo stepped forward quickly, first closed his eyes and felt the fluctuations of magic power, and found that the bookshelf was just an ordinary alchemy magic weapon, and the swimming of those snakes was only the result of the action of the magic weapon, and then cautiously picked up the dusty book.

But he was stunned when he picked it up.

"Isn't that right? How can I pick up this book? Also, what am I holding back? ”