chsdbacks Chapter 125 The Basilisk: Shedding its skin, please do not mention it.
Chapter 125 The Basilisk: Shedding its skin, please do not mention it.
Chapter 126 The Basilisk: Shedding its skin, please do not mention it.
Ethan immediately came up with a solution. He removed the black cloth, flicked his wrist, and exclaimed, "Sure thing! Tom Riddle, descendant of Slytherin!"
"brush!"
A simple, unadorned brown wardrobe appears from mid-air.
With a bang, the door burst open, and an endless starry sky, shimmering with iridescent colors, appeared before Ethan's eyes.
At the bottom, lying quietly is a black-covered diary.
It wasn't quiet.
If you look closely, you can see that the diary is trembling slightly.
It was like the boy being harassed by a two-meter-wide female giant.
It seems little Tom really likes this dreamy single room.
Ethan nodded in satisfaction.
I took out my diary and opened it.
Before he could even write anything, a line of hurried words appeared.
What are your orders, Lord Vincent?
I can help you in so many ways; the value I can bring is immeasurable... So, you really don't need to lock me in that weird space!
The final exclamation mark almost tore the paper apart.
He was quite emotional.
Ethan: [How can I deprive someone of the right to appreciate art? You've been stuck in your diary for so long, it must be ruined.]
Tom: [...]
Let the torture continue.
He's not just broken, he's completely broken!
Ethan: [Okay, I know you like me, but let's get down to business.]
I'm currently in a secret room.
This statement came out.
The diary trembled violently!
A locked room?!
He clearly hasn't revealed the location of the secret room yet, how did this kid find it?!
Tom was utterly astonished.
I couldn't help but peek out a bit of my soul from my diary.
He had loved many people in Knockout Alley, and his power had increased.
A chilling aura, a faint hissing sound...
It really is a locked room!
How...how is this possible?!
Even someone as great and intelligent as him, "Voldemort (Tom Riddle)"
It took a full five years to discover this secret.
....God knows.
Why did Salazar Slytherin place the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets in the girls' lavatory?
Tom: [How...how did you find the location of the secret room? Who told you?]
That's what the original text told me.
But Ethan certainly wouldn't tell Tom that.
Ethan: [Is this so difficult? Can't you feel the call of the secret room?]
Are you not pureblood, but mixed-race?
That final whispered remark dealt Tom a fatal blow.
Tom's eyes widened in fury.
If it weren't for the fact that it has no physical form, it wouldn't affect Ethan at all.
He's about to give Ethan the most painful and agonizing death ever!
Mixed race!
This is his deepest pain and the thing he has kept hidden the most.
Although they carried out massacres and rallied believers under the banner of pure blood glory.
But he has half the blood of his "dirty" Muggle father.
How did this kid know?
He never mentioned his background!
Who exactly is this kid, a mere second-year student at Hogwarts...?
Tom became cautious.
The magical tentacles that had been stealthily reaching out, intending to absorb Ethan's life force and control him, suddenly retracted.
He said respectfully, "Please continue. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Wow? Just one word, "mixed-race," and that's such a blow?
Ethan had a feeling that he had found Voldemort's Achilles' heel.
Wow~ That's some serious tanginess!
Ethan: [I need you to translate what that basilisk said.]
After thinking for a moment, Ethan added:
I hope you won't disappoint me, otherwise you won't want to know how the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was reduced to ashes.
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although.
Even if Tom behaves, Ethan won't let him off the hook.
It's just a difference between immediate execution and probation.
Hey~☆
"...Of course. You can trust me completely, Your Excellency Vincent, I stand with you on the same side."
talking.
Tom held his breath, trying to make out the faint sound coming from between the stone walls.
After a long pause, he slowly wrote:
The basilisk said... it's shedding its skin and can't move easily. It told you to come back in two months.
molt?
Ethan paused, then fell into deep thought.
No wonder Hogwarts wasn't attacked right after the start of the school year in the original books.
I remember it was around Halloween when Filch's cat was petrified.
So, it does indeed take about two months.
Given Tom's skill in selling hooks, it wouldn't take him more than two months to seduce Ginny, who had the diary.
It all fits together, everything fits together.
It's not that Little Tom doesn't strive.
It's you, the snake monster, who's been slacking off!
Tom added, "Based on my investigation and exploration, to enter the true Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin, one must be guided by the Basilisk."
"Alas, what a pity. If I hadn't accidentally killed a girl back then, and been targeted by that despicable Dumbledore, I wouldn't have been able to open the Chamber of Secrets..."
Perhaps, he is already the true owner of the secret room.
A dark thought flashed through Tom's mind.
It's okay, there's still a way to fix it.
As long as I befriend this mysterious little devil, gain his trust, and accumulate power, I can succeed.
Guide him to open the real secret room—and then, launch a sneak attack!
Seize the treasure and reclaim your glory!
Tom believed that he and Ethan shared the same wicked nature and would definitely get along well...
Now is the time to lie low.
Ethan looked down at little Tom, whose soul and magic were surging, and thought:
What is this guy up to now?
He was probably thinking about how to ambush himself and seize the real treasure in the secret room.
How naughty!
Ethan licked his lips, a hint of interest flashing in his cobalt blue eyes.
When Tom was smug and thought he was about to become rich.
Then he was suddenly plunged into the abyss.
I imagine that scene...
It must be very interesting and enjoyable. "However, the basilisk is still molting, so we'll have to wait."
Ethan muttered regretfully.
I wonder if there's any way to make the basilisk shed its skin faster...
Just then.
Ethan's gaze sharpened.
The gaze lingers on a puddle formed beneath a colossal stone statue.
A magical aura, more concentrated than its surroundings, flowed across it with nitrogen and argon.
This is... an extraordinary material?!
Ethan's eyes lit up.
I casually tossed the diary into the closet.
Tom: [#! %@aj*—]
Ethan quickly stepped forward, bent down, and scooped up a handful of sticky mud.
You've found an extraordinary art supply: snake saliva!
Snake drool?
Ethan abruptly flicked his hand and disgustedly gave himself a thorough cleaning.
I've only ever heard of "ammonia," never "snake saliva"!
Is this a substitute for ambergris?
Snake saliva
Type: Clay
[Description: The snake's head and tail are connected, symbolizing an endless cycle.]
[Function: Can be used for three-dimensional sculptures, etc., and can add the "loop" entry to the artwork.]
Cycle?
Ethan gazed at the dark brown soil in the puddle, which shimmered with tiny sparkles.
An idea gradually popped into my head!
"I know how to transform the ancient city of Sein to welcome the new members of the club!"
"An ancient city with only obstacles and no ambushes is already a boring story."
"In that case..."
"Then let's use the newly acquired [Recycled] art supplies to add a chase scene that looks scary but won't hurt anyone."
"Let the students experience a thrilling and exciting..."
"Parkour".