Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 354 The Vanishing Basilisk

Riddle opened his mouth and hissed, "Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."

Crack, crack, the ground shook, it was the statue!

Dumbledore looked up at the statue, and the huge stone face of Slytherin began to move.

The statue's mouth was opened very wide, almost forming an O shape, which was an expression that ordinary people could not make. Combined with the monkey face and long beard, it looked particularly funny.

Dumbledore also understood why Riddle had such a strange smile.

"It seems that the basilisk has disappeared." Riddle sighed.

If the basilisk was still there, there should now be the rustling sound of the basilisk crawling coming from deep within the statue.

"If you count the time from when you sensed something was wrong to when we arrived at the girls' bathroom on the second floor, that person probably only took ten minutes, or even less." Riddle frowned.

Not even the comical appearance of his ancestors could smooth his frown.

"Isn't this what we have guessed a long time ago?"

"By the way, Tom, how did you find this password?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

He waved his wand, and a recliner appeared behind him, and he lay down on it.

"Excellent Transfiguration, without any worldly touch." Riddle first exclaimed in admiration.

He also conjured up a chair, but it looked more like a sofa.

He sat on the sofa and was silent for a long time.

"You may not believe it, but Slytherin is still alive, at least when I arrived."

"I was almost 17 years old at that time, and I came to the secret chamber that no one had discovered for a thousand years with great pride. But when I got here, I just thought about Slytherin in my heart, and Slytherin spoke to me. Slytherin's name contains part of his life, as well as the wizard's magical manuscript. After I entered the magic, he disappeared."

"I also learned from Slytherin the password to release the basilisk. Before that, the basilisk could leave as usual, but it could only pass through those magical pipes and could not actually enter Hogwarts, nor could it enter this room." Riddle's eyes were filled with memories.

"Those so-called channel-enhanced magics should be used to deal with ghosts. This room also contains that kind of magic. I can sense it."

"This is the same principle as ghosts being unable to enter student dormitories and the lounges of various colleges."

"Otherwise, this chamber would have been discovered long ago - by asking ghosts to find it." Dumbledore took a sip of the wine that appeared from the air.

"Of course. Slytherin has gone further than me in terms of wizard magic. He can hide lives and objects in names and even sense my thoughts."

"But mine can only sense when someone actually calls out my name. It can absorb other people's fear of me, which only increases the power of the spell a little bit."

“Perhaps my inability to complete this magic is really related to my incomplete soul.”

"After all, my 'information' is incomplete, how can I upload it?" Riddle sighed and took the glass of wine floating next to him that Dumbledore brought to him.

"What a powerful magic."

"Like Ravenclaw's ghost transformation, Slytherin also has its own unique magic." Dumbledore couldn't help but admire.

"But you didn't seem to mention before that the magic can also enhance the power of your spells," said Dumbledore.

"Why is it Butterbeer!"

"I'm not a brat." Seeing that Dumbledore didn't respond, he continued, "Of course the increase was too small. I could hardly feel it. For a while I even thought it was an illusion."

"By the way, do you want to see that spell? I can repeat it to you." Riddle said in a casual tone.

"Forget it. Ravenclaw's magic alone almost makes me want to transform myself to prolong my life, not to mention--" "Tom, don't think I don't understand what you really mean." Dumbledore rolled his eyes.

"You will change sooner or later, just as you dare to accept power now."

"Potter can't replace you." Riddle didn't say much. He stood up and the sofa behind him turned into air again.

Dumbledore did the same, he waved his wand and the two began to float, drifting towards the O-shaped mouth of the Slytherin statue.

It was a tube, too, a dark, slimy chute.

Dumbledore's pale blue eyes began to glow with a warm fluorescence.

"This place seems to be no different from the previous place." Dumbledore looked around carefully.

"There is no possible passage here that connects to the underground world." Riddle stretched out his hand, touched the pipe, and said while singing a difficult song.

"Most importantly, no trace of the wizard was left."

"That shouldn't be the case. We've clearly seen magic here." Dumbledore frowned.

No matter how skilled a wizard is, or how powerful the magic is, no matter how thoroughly the area is cleaned after use, the traces of the magic cannot be erased.

Because the magic magnetic field will record everything.

This is also why those gods, those gods who are deliberately forgotten and whose stories are not passed down, are still "alive".

Everything about them is engraved in their names, and their names are also engraved in the magical magnetic field like a spell.

"This wizard may be closer to God than we are."

"That is the first generation of wizards." Riddle said excitedly.

Although he had already noticed and anticipated the power of this wizard.

But it wasn't until now that he confirmed it.

This means that in the future, when there is no end in sight, there is still room for improvement.

His perceived lack of progress in study and training might just be an illusion.

Maybe the progress was just too small for him to notice.

And in an old castle in Nottingham Forest, there was a garden, and around the garden pond was coiled a huge bright green snake, it had yellow eyes as big as light bulbs, a long mouth, and it hissed.

Next to the giant snake stood a handsome young man who seemed to have walked out of a painting. He had black hair and eyes as bright as the moon.

Behind him, a snake that was extremely small compared to the giant snake was rubbing its head against the boy from time to time.

"Stop it, Nagini."

"You might as well transform into a human form. Well, unfortunately, the time you can transform into a human form today has run out."

"Let me take another look at the basilisk. What a pity, its intelligence seems to have been wiped out - before it was born. What interesting eyes. This is another kind of death curse, using the eyes," the young man muttered to himself.

A spider crawling in the flowers suddenly flew up, and the boy looked at it, "Look at my shocking disaster!"

The spider twitched and then remained motionless.

Obviously, this boy is Ryan.

(End of this chapter)