"Hmm... so it still comes down to blowing up the school, huh?"
Ethan muttered.
He walked slowly through the bone-filled underground cavern.
Because his Pupil of the Door couldn't be set up regardless of distance, while he could use the portal to return from the Chamber of Secrets, he still had to walk the three hundred and sixty li to get there.
"Hogwarts has been around for over a thousand years; it's time for a renovation. Like Gringotts, maybe install a direct express to the Chamber of Secrets."
"That way, everyone heading out for classes could experience the joy of a roller coaster ride."
The more Ethan thought about it, the more he felt it was a brilliant idea.
Investing in it would bring in hundreds of Galleons in minutes!
"Headmaster Dumbledore will definitely approve."
Ethan declared confidently.
Tom Riddle, forced to be his conversational partner:
So, transform Hogwarts into an amusement park, right? Each new student would be greeted by a barrage of spells from seniors before entering the school.
Tom: "I think you're being a bit too extreme."
Ethan snorted, not arguing with the old man.
While all the other members had gone back to sleep, only he, the president of the Enlightenment Society, was diligently heading to the Chamber of Secrets, adding fuel to the fire for the society's development.
To deal with the cruel and vicious Death Eaters in the future, he had to push the students hard now!
Ethan thumped his chest.
He felt a great mission spreading from his chest.
"How selfless and devoted..."
Ethan said emotionally, "If Headmaster Dumbledore knew everything I'm doing now, he'd surely be moved to tears."
Tom scoffed: "Yes. He'd be so moved he'd send you to Nurmengard to keep his old lover company."
Ethan said nothing, simply tossing the diary into the wardrobe to face the wall.
"Open Sesame..."
With a hiss of Parseltongue, the circular "manhole cover" opened with a rumble.
Ethan closed his eyes beforehand.
He blindfolded himself, and a red light for auxiliary vision lit up on his wand as he stepped inside.
He reached out to probe, then exclaimed in alarm:
"Sh*t?!"
The Basilisk, merely coiled up: "..."
Although it didn't understand, it felt like it wasn't a good word.
In the Chamber.
The half-shed skin rubbed against itself, making a sound like dry leaves.
The neatly arranged shield-shaped scales underneath revealed a dark green light, with a cold, magnificent metallic texture.
"So comfortable..."
With his eyes blindfolded, Ethan stroked the Basilisk's massive body up and down.
Basilisk: ...This owner is so weird.
The next second, the little sprout suddenly pulled out a pair of gleaming scissors from his arms.
The murderous aura emanating from the golden blades made the Basilisk's scales stand on end.
It felt a chill in its nether regions.
It seemed to hear the wails of countless souls.
Ethan curled his lips, clicking the scissors open and closed.
Step by step, he walked towards the retreating Basilisk, until he cornered it against the wall.
"Hiss hiss hiss, hiss hiss hiss hiss~"
Little Basilisk, let me help you break free. Don't be afraid, even though I have no experience, one snip and you'll feel so much cooler, won't you? "Hiss?!"
The Basilisk's eyes widened.
Its lamp-like yellow vertical pupils reflected the approaching human figure, filled with terror.
Dad (Salazar Slytherin), help!!
"Snip snip!"
A golden flash passed by.
The Basilisk felt a chill over its body.
It was like shedding a thick blanket in the middle of summer and stepping into an air-conditioned room. Utterly refreshing.
"Hiss?"
The Basilisk opened its eyes in surprise, turning its head to look at its own body.
It saw its old skin, which had enveloped it, now completely peeled off and lying on the ground, like a giant white glove, with a translucent, cicada-wing-like texture.
...So, this little sprout wanted to help it shed its skin?
"Hiss hiss, hiss hiss."
Oh, it's more satisfying to shed your own skin, isn't it? The Basilisk awkwardly and shyly swayed its newly light and agile body.
It lowered its head, flicked out its crimson tongue, and licked Ethan's face.
Ethan was covered by this sudden enthusiasm.
He felt the fatal fangs brush past his neck.
Oh my, what a dangerous big dog.
"Hahaha, that's enough, stop messing around."
Ethan curved his lips, supporting the cold snake head that kept nudging him.
The slippery scales brushed against his palm, the sensation giving him goosebumps all over.
"Hiss hiss!"
"My blindfold—that's enough, that's enough. I know you like me very much, but even snakes have to queue up."
"Hiss—"
"ROAR!!!"
A dark shadow burst forth instantly!
Massive, sharp claws pressed down on the snake's head, slamming it to the ground with a thud.
Six orange-yellow eyes stared down at the Basilisk.
Basilisk: ?!!
Its vertical pupils contracted, its eyes clearing.
Cerberus was a creation of the painting and was not afraid of petrification.
"Didn't I tell you to stop messing around?"
Ethan brushed back his damp hair, revealing his smooth forehead.
He looked up and smiled, "Don't understand human words?"
Basilisk: "------."
Even with the black cloth over this little sprout's eyes, a sharp gaze, like a sword, pierced through its pupils.
The Basilisk flinched.
Its head was heavily pressed against the ground.
The breath sprayed on its neck made it deeply understand that the other party was a bloodthirsty creature just like it.
How did this little sprout manage to control such a fierce monster?
Vaguely, the Basilisk saw an incredibly bright lamp hovering above Ethan's head.
It emitted a dazzling and distorted light, illuminating the darkness.
No.
Not "little sprout."
But "master."
This human had a familiar scent.
The Basilisk's expression changed.
It hissed, coiling its massive body, like a knight bowing before a king.
It lowered its head, which was even larger than Ethan's, and watched him respectfully and submissively.
"Now that's a good dog."
Ethan curved his lips, recalled Cerberus, and cast a cleaning spell on himself.
Through the black cloth, he watched the Basilisk and said meaningfully, "This is how my living pets should be."
A drop of cold sweat seemed to fall from the Basilisk's temperatureless head.
When the diary was taken out of the wardrobe again, what Tom saw was this astonishing scene.
The Basilisk actually obeyed someone who was not of Salazar Slytherin's bloodline?!
Why?
Because Ethan Vincent was evil?
Tom was greatly shocked.
His impression of Ethan couldn't help but gain a hint of apprehension—and a tiny bit of admiration.
Indeed, he was a talent.
Ethan: "I just asked the Basilisk if it knew how to open Salazar Slytherin's true Chamber of Secrets. It seemed to have something to say. Can you translate?"
Tom: "Actually, you could have just asked me... I already asked."
However, Tom still listened carefully and scribbled on the paper:
"Indeed, the conditions haven't changed."
""When Hogwarts faces a crisis of life and death, the true Chamber of Secrets will open." This is Salazar Slytherin's message to his descendants."
There was no need to verify its authenticity, because as Tom's words appeared, the system also popped up.
This statement is true.
You have obtained a key clue about Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.
"Crisis of life and death..."
Ethan murmured, a hint of pain in his eyes.
"Indeed, for the greater light of the world, Hogwarts must be sacrificed."
Tom: "—"
He didn't hesitate at all, did he?
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