Comforting Hagrid, who was crying like a child, Yang Tao said, "What happened back then is in the past. Voldemort is also dead…"
Tom Riddle was Voldemort's original name.
Yang Tao's emotions weren't that delicate; he didn't quite know how to comfort people. After much thought, he said to Hagrid, "I still have a remnant soul of Voldemort here. How about I find someone to resurrect him, and then you can kill him again?"
The sobbing Hagrid instantly stopped. His red eyes stared at Yang Tao and he said, "Absolutely not!"
Voldemort was truly too evil. Hagrid then thought to himself that he was a half-giant wizard, whom Voldemort most detested.
He had actually been classmates with him and had experienced the period when he harmed the wizarding world, and he himself had only been framed and expelled. Thinking about it this way, Voldemort was actually too kind.
"Let's go find Dumbledore. We should tell him about the Chamber of Secrets first."
Yang Tao nodded slightly, stood up, and said, "Let's go together. It's been a while since I last saw Professor Dumbledore."
At the same time.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron ran into the library together, searching for information about the Basilisk.
As a walking encyclopedia, Hermione quickly found a book on magical creatures, which contained detailed information about the Basilisk.
With wide eyes, she read the information from the book to Harry and Ron: "Basilisk, legend has it that it comes from a magical egg laid by a seven-year-old rooster when Sirius is overhead, and then hatched by a toad. Any creature that makes direct eye contact with it will die instantly, while indirect contact will result in petrification."
Ron showed a realization and said, "No wonder Colin Creevey was petrified! He must have accidentally seen the Basilisk's eyes when using his camera. Harry, don't you agree?"
The expected response did not come. Ron turned to look at Harry, only to see that Harry was currently spacing out and had not heard him at all.
"Harry, Harry."
He reached out and shook Harry's arm, and only then did Harry snap back and look at Ron: "What is it?"
You spaced out and you're asking me what's wrong?
Ron showed a defeated expression and said, "I just mentioned Colin Creevey being petrified by the Basilisk. What were you thinking about, Harry?"
Harry's expression was solemn as he said, "On the night Colin Creevey was petrified, I heard a strange voice speaking."
"The voice seemed to come from inside the walls. Thinking about it now, it must have been that Basilisk. The reason only I could hear it is because I seem to be able to speak to snakes."
Hermione immediately showed a surprised expression and said, "Harry, you're a Parseltongue?!"
"What is Parseltongue?"
"It's, it's speaking in the language of snakes, someone who can communicate with snakes."
Hermione's eyes showed admiration. Parseltongue could be learned later in life; for example, Dumbledore knew Mermish, Gobbledegook, and Parseltongue.
And Harry's Parseltongue was a small gift from a fragment of Voldemort's soul.
Hermione continued, "Since you heard the Basilisk speaking from inside the walls, that means it moves through the gaps or pipes inside the walls. No wonder no one has ever discovered its tracks."
"It's almost time; let's go to class first. Then tonight, we'll go ask Moaning Myrtle about the situation."
Harry nodded slightly, also somewhat annoyed that he hadn't explored when he heard the voice before.
And that Basilisk kept shouting about being hungry, hungry. He had thought it was a student who hadn't eaten enough and was out looking for food at night.
The three little ones left the library and ran to the classroom.
Meanwhile, Yang Tao and Hagrid arrived at Dumbledore's office. Hagrid, with tears streaming down his face, told Dumbledore about the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets.
"Hagrid, don't worry, I will deal with the Basilisk, and I will also fight for compensation for what happened to you back then."
It wasn't that Hagrid was weak-willed. Although he was big and burly, he was an emotional person. Whether it was move, happiness, or sadness, he couldn't help but shed tears.
"I don't need compensation. The Basilisk must be dealt with, otherwise, it's truly too dangerous for the children."
Dumbledore smiled slightly and nodded, looking at Hagrid and saying, "Hmm, now that we know the cause, solving it will be much easier. Hagrid, don't worry, you go back first. Mr. Yang and I have some things to discuss."
Hagrid stood up upon hearing this and left the office, carefully closing the slightly flimsy wooden door.
Dumbledore looked at Yang Tao, who was playing with his bird, and asked, "May I ask, Mr. Yang, what brings you here this time?"
"Nothing much, just came to see how Harry has been doing recently. You know Harry no longer has parents, and his only living relative, his aunt, is a Muggle. I'm worried he might encounter school bullying and have nowhere to appeal."
He stroked Fawkes's smooth feathers. This bird was very interesting; after it died, it would turn into ashes, and then a new phoenix would resurrect from the ashes.
Just one bag of wheat seeds had brought Yang Tao closer to it.
Dumbledore heard Yang Tao's words and said very calmly, "I already know something about Harry's strength. What I'm worried about now is him becoming like his father, after all, there's a precedent."
"James Potter back then was an excellent child, and also a child who gave all the professors headaches."
The implication was that it would be a good thing if Harry didn't take advantage of others. Being taken advantage of? You seem to be trying to make me, a 113-year-old man, laugh.
Yang Tao held Fawkes and sat in front of Dumbledore, taking out a steaming cup of Seer Tea from his backpack and saying, "Don't worry, Harry and James don't have the same personality."
"And my personality is also different. If it were me, Professor Lockhart would have probably already disappeared without a trace…"
Although Lockhart wasn't a pure con artist, in the plot, when he treated Harry's broken arm, he was actually able to use the opposite ability, which was also quite a talent. Allowing such a person to be a professor at the school could only be described as misleading students.
Dumbledore nodded slightly and said, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class has been cursed by Voldemort…"
"Wait… is this curse permanent? And can it not be lifted?"
Yang Tao was indeed unclear about this point. If it was a permanent and unliftable curse, then this curse was truly too overbearing, basically comparable to his infinite energy.
"No, Voldemort has not been completely eliminated, so his curse will remain in effect. The method to lift it is also very simple: find Voldemort and have him lift it, or kill the caster."
Looking at Dumbledore, Yang Tao weakly asked, "Excuse me, if this curse is aimed at the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, then why not offer practical combat classes?"
"Of course, if Voldemort's curse targets everyone who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts spells at Hogwarts, then just pretend I didn't say anything."
Dumbledore fell into deep thought.
Hearing Yang Tao's words, it was as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened.
No matter what Voldemort's curse targeted, he could completely try Yang Tao's suggestion and conduct off-campus teaching.
Hogwarts wasn't just the castle. At worst, he could mark out an empty plot of land outside the school and transfer it to private ownership. That way, the students wouldn't be considered to be in the school…
The magic in the Harry Potter world was just that idealistic.