He could have avoided it.

If he had put a little more thought into dealing with Grindelwald at school, maybe that little Ravenclaw girl wouldn't have died.

Hey—

This is yet another dereliction of duty.

The sudden well-up of loss in the professor's eyes fell completely on Owen's eyes.

Even the greatest wizard could not have predicted everything.

There are also troubles that he can't solve.

"Professor." Owen squeezed Dumbledore's palm slightly, "Let's keep going!" ”

The slight touch in his hand woke the old headmaster from his self-blame, and he glanced down at Owen, bowed his head slightly, and then smiled again.

"Yes, people have to keep going."

——— the two walked side by side, and the shadows under them gradually merged with the darkness around them, and they couldn't tell the difference between you and me for a while.

It took about 20 minutes to go.

Suddenly, a wall appeared in front of me.

Fawkes glowed like a searchlight, flying off Headmaster Dumbledore's shoulder.

light, illuminating the entire void.

People can see the statue on that wall.

The walls are carved with two intertwined snakes, the intertwined snake eyes, which are large, shiny emeralds, which act as door locks and wrap around the entire wall.

"It's unbelievable that there is such a huge space under the castle." Professor Dumbledore stood on the empty cavern-like irregular ground, looking up at the Serpent's Door on the wall with some interest.

"Probably some natural cave in the mountains below Hogwarts." Owen looked around, strange stalactites, not magical creations.

"Hmm." The principal nodded, and then, another sound came from his mouth: "Hiss~".

Suddenly, as if the two pythons had come to life, they slowly slid to the sides.

The stone walls then parted.

Inside was a long, dimly lit room.

Stone pillars carved with coiled serpents and towering ceilings support the darkness that melts into the heights.

The gloomy environment casts a long and treacherous black shadow on the whole room filled with green and mysterious.

In the distance, a statue as tall as the room looms, clinging to the dark wall behind it.

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

"Salazar Slytherin."

Looking at the magnificent statue in the distance, Dumbledore's face grew serious.

Although he has lived in this castle for nearly a hundred years, many of its secrets are still unheard of by him.

"Owen, you step aside."

He let go of Owen's hand and held him behind him.

Having learned from Tom's notes that the monster he was about to deal with was a basilisk, Dumbledore had to be cautious.

'Qiang Qiang'

After a loud cry, Phoenix Fawkes soared into the sky.

It was the size of a crane, and its chirping sound was like playing music.

Dragging a gleaming golden tail.

Looks like it's ready for battle?

"Suck!"

Owen silently took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and brought them on.

Just in case, even if you see the basilisk's eyes, it's just petrified.

Looking at the phoenix flying in the hall, his saliva was about to flow out.

Wow!

This is the top cute pet!

As a Hufflepuff, he really wants it~~

"Statue, Albus!"

Proper openings for the Sorting Cap.

Professor Dumbledore had long been aware of the statue that seemed to merge with the wall, except for the gap between the face and mouth.

"Open~"

The strange snake whisper came again, and then Slytherin's massive stone mouth slowly opened.

It's getting bigger and bigger, like a tiny black hole has opened.

Suddenly, it was as if something was moving in the statue's mouth.

The sound of skin rubbing against the stone wall.

Lingering in the ears of the two.

"Bang!"

The loud sound of falling made the hall of the secret room tremble, and the splash of water alluded to the figure of the monster.

A huge, thirty-foot-tall, green snake covered in a venomous glow.

It was as thick as an oak tree, its upper half reaching high into the sky, its flat head staring at the tinkering who dared to disturb its sleep.

Professor Dumbledore's eyes were closed, and as a wizard of the finest, he knew that sometimes, what he saw was not what was real.

With the flow of mana in the air, he was able to locate the basilisk, as well as its attacks.

"Oh! It looks so vicious! It's a pity you can't open your eyes and see. The Sorting Hat around the Professor's waist smirked in a singing tone.

Unfortunately, its pride didn't last long.

"Qiang Qiang !!" With a bang, Skyrim's Fawkes was like a sharp arrow, just like it helped Potter in the original books, and its sharp golden beak pierced directly into the basilisk's eye.

Before the basilisk could react, he was awakened by a burst of intense pain, and a pool of black blood spilled onto the ground, like a poisonous rain!

"Oh~No~"

"My legendary pet!" Owen opened his eyes immediately after him, and at the sound of Fawkes's cry, he had a bad premonition.

"Say yes, Professor, it's mine!"

"I think you can start by cultivating Shylock." Professor Dumbledore gave a friendly reminder, and then the Elder Wand was aimed at the mad basilisk, and an orange-red flame burst out of thin air, then spread in a very short time.

Devouring the basilisk alive.

"Don't!" Owen hurriedly stopped him: "It's not easy to cultivate a basilisk! I haven't heard of anyone succeeding in a thousand years. ”

"We should take him alive and give him to Hagrid. We might be able to breed a good breed. ”

After all, Hagrid is a ruthless man who can make a sphinoid manticores and sixty fire crabs mate with each other, giving birth to a five-X-level fried tail snail.

The devil knows what he ate to make the sphinx fit so well

Hand over the basilisk to Hagrid, and maybe he'll be able to raise some powerful magical creatures.

"No—I think it's too dangerous." The professor's expression was still flat, but his tone was more unquestionable.

The basilisk was too dangerous for Owen to control, a twelve-year-old wizard.

Especially since he's not a parseltongue.

"Hiss!"

The heat scorched the basilisk.

It let out a burst of screams, and its green body shrunk into a ball and trembled violently.

"Far more powerful than I thought." The old headmaster glanced at the basilisk that had been burned but not hurt much, and frowned slightly.

In the afternoon, I also took the time to watch the Fantastic Beasts Two or Three.

That's right about this update! We're still at night, if nothing else, from eight to nine o'clock, three watches a day!!

In addition, I recommend a book by a good friend, which is well written.

Title: "Miss Witch, Please Respect Yourself"

[Recommended words]: The original title of the book "The Taste of the Witch is Really Good", I sent it for special reasons.

Official testimonial: What is the experience of marrying a witch just after crossing over?

Roy said, "The witch tastes so good. ”

(End of chapter)