"Mm... indeed still need to bomb the school."
Ethan muttered. Walking slowly through the bone-strewn underground cavern. Since his "Door in the Pupil" couldn't be set up ignoring distance. So although when returning from the Chamber he could use portals. But when coming, he still had to walk the three hundred sixty li road.
"Hogwarts is over a thousand years old; it should be renovated. Like Gringotts, install a Chamber express or something. That way, when everyone goes to class, they could also experience the fun of riding a roller coaster."
The more Ethan thought about it, the more he felt this was truly a brilliant plan. Investing in it would bring in hundreds of Galleons per minute!
"Dumbledore would definitely agree."
Ethan said with conviction.
Tom Riddle, forced to be a conversation partner: "..."
Renovating Hogwarts into an amusement park, eh? Every new student would receive a baptism of senior spells before entering school.
Tom:I think you're being a bit too extreme.
Ethan snorted, not arguing with the mountain man. While other club members had gone back to sleep. Only he, the president of the Morning Star Club, was still diligently rushing to the Chamber, adding fuel to club construction.
To deal with the cruel and vicious Death Eaters in the future. He had to push the students hard in training now!
Ethan pressed his chest. He felt a great mission spreading from within his heart.
"How selflessly dedicated..." Ethan said emotionally: "If Headmaster Dumbledore knew everything I'm doing now, he would surely be moved to tears."
Tom sneered: Yes, he'd definitely be moved enough to send you to Nurmengard to keep his old lover company.
Ethan didn't respond; he just threw the diary into the wardrobe to face the wall.
Open sesame...
With hissing Parseltongue, the circular "manhole cover" thunderously opened. Ethan closed his eyes in advance. Blindfolding himself with black cloth, his wand glowing with red light to assist vision, he walked in step by step.
Reaching out to feel around, he exclaimed in panic: "Dead?!"
The coiled basilisk: "..."
Though I don't understand, it doesn't sound like anything good.
The half-hanging snake skin rubbed against itself, making sounds like dry leaves. Neatly arranged shield-shaped scales showed dark green light underneath, with a metallic, cold and gorgeous texture.
"Really comfortable..." Ethan, blindfolded, stroked up and down the basilisk's massive body.
Basilisk: So weird, this generation's master.
The next second. This little human suddenly pulled out gleaming scissors from his chest. The killing aura emanating from those golden blades made the basilisk's scales stand on end. It felt a chill below. As if hearing the wails of countless departed souls.
Ethan raised the corners of his mouth, clicking the scissors together. Step by step, he walked toward the constantly retreating basilisk. Until he cornered it against the wall.
Hiss hiss hiss, hiss hiss hiss.
Little basilisk, let me help you find relief. Don't be afraid, though I have no experience, one snip and you'll be cool.
Hiss?!
The basilisk's eyes widened. In those lantern-like yellow vertical pupils reflected the approaching human figure, terrified beyond measure.
Dad (Salazar Slytherin), save me!
"Crack, crack, crack!" Golden light flashed by.
The basilisk felt a coolness on its body. Like taking off a cotton quilt in summer and being in an air-conditioned room. Extremely refreshing.
Hiss?
The basilisk opened its eyes in surprise, turning its head to look at its own body. The old snake skin that had covered it was now completely peeled off on the ground. Like a giant white glove, showing a cicada-wing-like translucent texture.
So this little human wanted to help it shed its skin?
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss.
Ah, shedding skin myself would be more fulfilling.
The basilisk bashfully and shyly swayed its newly reborn light body. Lowering its head, it stuck out its crimson forked tongue, wrapping around Ethan's cheek.
Ethan got a face full of this sudden enthusiasm. Feeling those deadly fangs scraping past his neck. What a dangerous big doggy.
"Haha, that's enough, stop playing." Ethan curved his lips, supporting the cold snake head that kept nuzzling him. The slippery scales brushed his palm, that sensation made one's skin crawl.
Hiss hiss!
"My blindfold... that's enough, that's enough, I know you like me a lot, but even snakes have to queue up."
Hiss...
"ROAR!"
A pitch-black shadow instantly exploded out! Massive sharp claws pressed down on the snake head, slamming it to the ground with a bang. Six orange-yellow pupils stared down at the basilisk.
Basilisk: "?!"
Its vertical pupils contracted, and even its gaze became clearer. The Cerberus was an oil painting creation and didn't fear petrification.
"Didn't I say stop playing?" Ethan lifted his licked-wet hair, revealing his smooth forehead. Looking up, he smiled: "Don't understand human speech?"
Basilisk: "..."
Even though this little human had black cloth over his eyes. A sharp gaze pierced through its pupils like a sword. The basilisk cowered. Its head was pressed heavily to the ground.
The breath spraying on its neck made it deeply understand: The other party was also a bloodthirsty creature like itself. How did this little human control such a fierce monster?
Vaguely. The basilisk saw an incredibly bright lamp floating above Ethan's head. Emitting dazzling and twisted light, illuminating the darkness.
No. Not "little human". But "Master".
This human had a familiar scent. The basilisk's gaze changed. It hissed as it coiled its massive body, like a knight bowing before a king. Lowering its head, larger than Ethan's entire body, respectfully and gently gazing at him.
"Now that's a good doggy." Ethan raised the corners of his mouth, dismissed the Cerberus, and cast a cleaning charm on himself. Through the black cloth, gazing at the basilisk, he said meaningfully: "This is how my living pets should behave."
The basilisk's cold head seemed to have a drop of sweat running down it.
When the diary was taken out from the wardrobe again. What it saw was this shocking scene. The basilisk actually obeyed someone outside Salazar Slytherin's bloodline?! Why? Because Ethan Vincent was evil?
Tom was greatly shocked. His impression of Ethan couldn't help but add a trace of wariness... and slight admiration. Indeed, he was talented.
Ethan: "I just asked the basilisk if it knew how to open Slytherin's true Chamber. It seems to have something to say, you translate."
Tom: Actually, you could just ask me directly... I asked long ago.
However. Tom still listened carefully, writing on the page:
Indeed, the conditions haven't changed.
"When Hogwarts faces a life-or-death crisis, the true Chamber will open."
This is Salazar Slytherin's message to future generations.
No need to verify authenticity. Because along with Tom's words, the system also appeared.
[This statement is true.]
[You have obtained key clues about Salazar Slytherin's Chamber.]
"Life-or-death crisis..." Ethan murmured, a pained expression appearing in his eyes. "Indeed, for the world's greater light, Hogwarts can only be sacrificed."
Tom: "..." Not even a moment's hesitation?