Ever since Myrtle was killed by a basilisk fifty years ago, the washroom has been almost as abandoned as it has been. No one wants to use the toilets here.

It's not that they feel unlucky, it's just that no one wants to have a head suddenly come out of the toilet when they go to the toilet, and then they are still chattering and muttering. Myrtle is very unpopular even among ghosts, second only to Peeves who are mischievous.

Over time, no one wants to use the toilet here.

Sellers didn't see Myrtle when she walked into the bathroom, probably because she was flushing herself into the Black Lagoon with the toilet again.

That's a good thing.

Cyrus walked to the front of the sink, where the mirror reflected Ginny's lovely face. Ginny's appearance can't be said to be irrelevant to the movie, only completely different, in fact, she is much cuter.

He complimented him, and according to Riddle's memory, he found the copper faucet that did not produce water, and on the side of the faucet was carved an inconspicuous snake.

"Open!"

Cyrus opened his mouth and hissed in a horrible manner, he had inherited all of Riddle's talents, including the Parseltongue, of course.

Suddenly, the dragon's head emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then the pool moved, slowly sinking, and disappeared from his sight, revealing a very thick pipe that could fit a man in.

Sellers jumped without hesitation, and of course, he did not forget to close the door of the secret room so as not to have an accident.

It was like rushing down a dark, slimy, endless slide, and he could see that there were many more pipes branching out in all directions, but none as thick as this one. After a while, the slide was almost at the end, and it was a black rocky path.

Sellers cast a flying spell to float himself up so that he wouldn't fall to the ground.

The inside of the rock tunnel was very damp and there was a lot of sludge, and he liked to be clean.

"The daylight flickered—"

A huge bright light flew out of the wand and hung above Cyrus like a sun, illuminating almost the entire passage.

The passage leading to the chamber was dark and damp, probably because it was built underneath the Black Lake, so the stalactites above the head would occasionally drip a few drops of water, making the path to the cave very muddy.

Cyrus was glad that Voldemort had invented a flying charm, because the thought of the droplets dripping from the top of his head connected to the Black Lagoon, where so much Hogwarts toilet waste had accumulated.

But in reality, not to mention the self-purification ability of the huge black lake itself, it is enough to dispose of the filth, and the process of water droplets seeping down the soil has already filtered out the impurities.

Continuing inside, a huge monster with a mouth the size of an adult swallowed, the terrifying silhouette came to life in the darkness, this was the snake of the Snake King, a layer of snake skin covered in treasure.

Voldemort didn't like it, but Cyrus thought it was a little strange. After all, the basilisk has not been seen in Britain for many years.

Even if there is a basilisk in other places, it may not grow so big, and the lifespan is not so long.

"When the time comes, you can find a way to take it away!"

The basilisk's skin itself has strong magic resistance, whether it is used as armor or used to soak in wine, cough cough, and the material used as a potion is very valuable.

And it's not hard to take it with you, just make a large space suitcase with the Traceless Stretch Charm and find a chance to take it out of Hogwarts. It's a good choice during the Christmas holidays.

Skirting the great snakeskin, the tunnel turned and turned, and at last there was a sturdy wall in front of it, carved with two intertwined snakes, their eyes studded with large, shining emeralds.

"Open!"

Cyrus hissed from his mouth, sounding like an evil spell, and he was like the serpent's monarch, commanding everything here!

The two snakes parted, and the stone wall cracked in the middle, slowly sliding to both sides and disappearing. Behind the door was a long, dimly lit room. Many stone pillars carved with coiled snakes towered to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness of the heights, casting long, eerie black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mystery.

Cyrus took Ginny's wand and strode through the serpent's coiled pillars.

He knew it so well, it was as if he had returned to his own home, and his footsteps echoed hollowly, loudly between the ghostly walls.

When he walked parallel 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, 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.

Is this Slytherin himself?

Cyrus raised his head and looked up, the stone statue was ugly, but it didn't matter, he was handsome anyway. And compared to Slytherin's strength, his appearance is no longer so important.

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

The Slytherin's massive stone face moved, and its mouth began to open and widen, eventually forming a large black hole.

Cyrus closed his eyes so as not to be accidentally injured by the basilisk's magic. Then he heard something move in the statue's mouth, sliding upwards from the depths of the statue. Moments later, something heavy hit the ground, and the entire chamber shook.

He could hear its heavy body sliding slowly across the dusty ground.

It didn't take long for Cyrus to reopen his eyes and see the basilisk with his own eyes.

Its scales were green, but they reflected a colorful sheen, and its huge body swam across the floor of the chamber, forming a huge circle around Cyrus, and finally, its upper body stood up from Cyrus's back, and its eyes larger than a light bulb hovered above Cyrus's head!

This is a proof of its obedience, the innate Parseltongue has the power to make snakes submit, but the acquired Parseltongue is just a language.

Fifty years of sleep, a brief moment in the life of the basilisk, now it seems to have been reborn, and its terrifying magic is unleashed.

"Be quiet!"

Sellers ordered.

The basilisk immediately bowed his head.

"Don't worry, soon you'll be able to move freely, and until then, we'll need to be patient." The corners of Cyrus's mouth were slightly hooked, he just came over today to see the state of the basilisk, as for the attack, it should be placed on Halloween's Eve. Halloween at Hogwarts feels like something is missing if something goes unexpected.

After all, who's to say that this festival of ghosts doesn't have magic?