"Salazar Slytherin." Looking at the magnificent statue in the distance, Dumbledore said distractedly.

This time, he was about to admit that Anthony was a prophet in the truest sense of the word. A loud chirp came from the air.

A fiery red figure streaked across the sky. It was the size of a crane, and its chirping sound was like playing music.

Dragged a golden tail, like a peacock's tail. - It's Fox. Expecting to deal with a basilisk, Dumbledore summoned it.

The basilisk's deadliest weapon is its gaze, and if you look at it, you will be killed instantly. And the phoenix with the ability to resurrect is its natural nemesis.

While it was safe, the old headmaster called Fawkes. The empty chamber resounded with the song of the phoenix. However, at this time, Dumbledore had no time to admire, he had to find out where the basilisk, the Greek dark wizard, and the despicable Helpo had cultivated, was located.

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"In the statue, Albus!" Fawkes clutched a tattered hat in his paws.

"A twelve-year-old kid who defeated a thousand-year-old basilisk, I can't imagine that this could be true." The dirty, crumpled Sorting Hat grinned.

"That's why Harry is bound to be the wizard to defeat Tom." The old headmaster also had a smile on his face, and he calmly took the sorting hat, then stepped over the stagnant water on the ground, and walked towards the hall.

Right under Salazar's statue. He looked up slightly. The huge statue above his head seems to merge with the entire wall, except for the mouth on his face, which remains a gap.

"Hiss ~ open!" Dumbledore's mouth came again with a strange snake whisper, and then Slytherin's huge stone face moved.

The mouth slowly opened. It grew bigger and bigger, and finally formed a huge black hole. Suddenly, something seemed to be moving in the statue's mouth, and there was a rustling sound from the depths of the black hole's mouth.

"Bang!" There was a loud falling sound, causing the entire chamber to tremble. It was a huge, green snake with a brilliant glow that was characteristic of a venomous snake.

Its body was as thick as an oak tree, its upper half reaching high into the sky, and its large flat head wandered between the stone pillars as if it were drunk!

"Boom" Phoenix Fawkes immediately went up, just as it helped Harry, helping its own master, and the sharp golden beak pierced directly into the head of the basilisk.

Before the head of the basilisk that had just woken up could figure out what was happening, he only felt a sharp pain in front of him, and suddenly, a stream of black blood splashed on the ground, like a shower of rain.

"Hiss !!" A heart-rending scream came from the basilisk's bloody mouth. Its tail swayed wildly, and its head slammed into the statue, scattering rubble for a short time.

"Thank you, Fawkes." Dumbledore, on the side, waved his hand towards the phoenix soaring in the sky, and thanked him kindly.

He didn't need to blind the basilisk. Because he can keep his eyes closed all the time, he can defend himself against basilisk attacks just by the flow of magic in the air.

Just as Dumbledore's words fell, the blind basilisk suddenly turned around, perhaps hearing the voice, perhaps asking about the smell, and then slammed his tail down.

"It looks so fierce! You've messed with it, Albus! The Sorting Hat still looked at ease.

"No—don't worry." Dumbledore said indifferently, and then the wand was aimed at the tail of the snake that jumped high, and a flame burst out of thin air, and then spread out in a very short time, forming a wall of fire.

"Hiss!" The basilisk let out another scream, and its green body shrunk into a ball and trembled violently.

"It's stronger than I thought it would be." The old headmaster glanced at the burned red snake tail and frowned slightly.

The scales and skin of many magical beasts have strong magical defenses, and some can even easily resist the deep black arts.

And the basilisk, as an artificially cultivated and hybridized creature, its body's resistance to magic has reached an exaggerated level.

For example, the fire magic just now, it has a temperature that can burn through steel plates. But for what seems to be the damage of the basilisk, it seems that it is only a red skin.

"Maybe you can try this!" As he spoke, a metallic glow flashed through the Sorting Hat's hat.

It was—a sword with a ruby the size of an egg on the hilt. Dumbledore uncontrollably drew the sword that belonged to Gryffindor.

"Bang! Bang! The entrenched basilisk finally realized the danger, and it snapped and knocked on those stone pillars, and the bird's nest with two black holes on the huge snake's head was extremely terrifying.

Suddenly, its curled body popped out like a slingshot. However, the target was not Dumbledore, but the pipes in the Chamber of Secrets that flowed to the outside world.

The beast finally realized that it couldn't defeat the wizard by its roots, and so—it chose to flee.

"Huh?" Dumbledore was also surprised by this scene, he didn't expect this snake to be so 'smart'.

As Mr. Newt's teacher, Dumbledore also knew a lot about magical beasts. In general, most of the magical creatures born from magical experiments are not too intelligent.

On the contrary, it will inherit the brutal side of both sides. It's rare to think this basilisk is so smart. However, just as he was about to pursue, his eyes unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Salazar's face.

The dark hollow, a few white corpses are particularly eye-catching. Probably all of them were children—judging by the length of the bones.

The Chamber of Secrets had been opened many years earlier, and the poor children had become food for the basilisk. Immediately, a wave of anger burned in Dumbledore's heart.

A silver sword in one hand and a wand in the other. The white-bearded old man's eyes were full of anger. Suddenly, the space around him swallowed him, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the basilisk.

The wand flowed with golden light. The net woven by the light directly blocked the basilisk. Then, he spread his hands out.

Whispered, "YoushallnotPass." "—you can't pass.

"Hiss!" The basilisk struggled violently, but to no avail, and the golden net enveloped it.

The green scales reflect a blurred figure. With a gloomy face, he raised his sword from a thousand years ago in his hand.

The sword suddenly burst into a dazzling light, as if it had been blessed by Dumbledore's magic.

But these basilisks will never know again. With a sword slashing down,

"Bang!" With a muffled thud, its massive body fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Black inky blood spurted out like a sweeping rainstorm.

This sword directly cut off its head!