Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 148 Let’s fight again!
In my next life, I must be a good snake, biting anyone I see and not giving anyone the chance to treat me as a pet.

After Cohen said "the first time", the old basilisk's heart sank -

"Great, it's Cohen, you're saved."

Sissoko used the "lively atmosphere" method, but the effect did not seem to be obvious...

"I feel like my heart hasn't stopped beating. Is it just a psychological effect?" The old basilisk lay on the table, feeling the changes in his body. "Or is it - ka..."

Only now did Cohen realize that there were indeed creatures that made a "click" sound when they died - the world was a giant two-spined newt.

"Why did he suddenly stop moving?!" Sissoko rushed over in panic.

"Grandpa is dead!" said the little basilisk happily.

"You don't need to say that in that tone," Sissoko lectured. "It's a sad thing - wait, don't eat it!"

Sissoko quickly turned his head away.

Because the little basilisk above his head had opened its mouth again and tried to swallow a creature that was much larger than itself - the last time the little basilisk did this was to Sissoko.

"Did those Silver Key people fail to properly prepare the hatch? Or is there something wrong with the rooster egg?" Cohen looked at the little basilisk suspiciously. "It doesn't look very smart - or... are all basilisks this stupid when they are young?"

"It's only a month old," Sissoko said protectively. "It's already very smart to be able to speak meaningful snake language... Other species are still drinking milk at one month old."

"When I was one month old, I could already kill 300 people in a row," Cohen said. "At that time, I was still a little old man..."

The old basilisk moved and seemed to be muttering something, but Cohen and Sissoko were having a heated discussion about the little basilisk's brain problems and subsequent training plans, and were not listening much.

"If you're too stupid, you'll just be Norbert's snack." Cohen threatened the little basilisk. "Yes, your expression is right. That's the dragon that lives in that cave."

“Don’t scare the child!” Sissoko slapped the floor with his tail. “It’s still small!”

In fact, when coiled up, it is already larger than Cohen.

"Doesn't anyone care whether I live or die?"

the old basilisk asked chillingly.

"Isn't this life?" Cohen comforted him.

"I saw that Cohen didn't seem anxious at all," Sissoko said. "I knew he was confident that nothing would really happen to you."

"Actually, no..." Cohen scratched his head. "I just thought he was dead, so I started talking about the little one's education. Maybe this will make you feel better. I don't really like sensational plots."

"Grandpa is not tasty..." The little basilisk said disappointedly after seeing the old basilisk move.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The scene fell into silence for a long time, and at first glance, it was unclear what the source of this silence was.

"So now the old man is like me?" Sissoko asked, "He won't be controlled by that Varde Demon?"

"Voldemort," Coin corrected. "Since snakes have poor hearing, I won't complain about your pronunciation."

"I have a... strange feeling..." The old basilisk twisted its body, "It seems... I can't feel Salazar..."

"You mean the spell old Slytherin left on you?" Coln guessed.

Slytherin was most likely dead, and a dead wizard couldn't maintain a spell on a living thing—spells required a continuous input of magic power, which was the essential difference between alchemical items and items under the influence of spells.

Salazar Slytherin was supposed to have a source of magic for the spell—and now the basilisk's source of magic had been destroyed and rebuilt.

The principle is unclear, but it is a good thing if it succeeds.

"Why don't you try climbing into the lake?" Sissoko suggested. "You couldn't get into the lake before, didn't you?"

After letting the old basilisk wander around at the bottom of the lake, Cohen called Sissoko and the young basilisk.

"You can't leave. Slytherin hasn't put a spell on you," said Cohen.

"Have you finally figured it out?" Sissoko said with emotion, "You're finally going to take us into your—"

"It's not the time yet." Cohen interrupted Sissoko's fantasy. "The script still needs to be completed. I'm going to test the isolation and staring contact lenses on you later to see if they can work. Living in the box will have to wait until tomorrow. I've contacted Voldemort to plan the attack tomorrow. If all goes well, I'll install the glasses for you, and then I can legitimately take you into the box."

As long as it doesn't attack indiscriminately, the basilisk is actually not that dangerous - it may even be less dangerous than Norbert, after all, Norbert will produce fire when he sneezes.

As for the material problem under urgent time...

When Count Coento went to buy mice, he specifically asked the count to go to several herbal medicine stores to ask around, but he found out that the blood of the Reem cattle was still too rare and not many places sold it.

So Cohen decided to try Dragon Oil first.

Given Norbert's size, even a slight scrape of his fat layer wouldn't be a problem - just like a mosquito bite.

"You don't have to act like I'm going to violate you..."

Cohen left the cave with the oil and climbed out of the box again.

Carving patterns into a thin, transparent rubber surface requires a considerable amount of time and concentration, but Cohen possesses a remarkable talent for this task, and he doesn't need to carefully verify that he's made the right choice—alchemical creations never make mistakes. "Why is your attitude towards this little basilisk so different now?" Cohen casually asked Sissoko, who was coaxing the little basilisk to sleep. "It's not even related to you, and a month ago you said you didn't want a daughter."

"Jealous?" Sissoko, after making sure the little basilisk had fallen asleep under the table, swam towards Cohen. "I knew you still had me in your heart—"

"No feelings, ask about abandonment again."

Cohen stopped him.
"I'm just curious about the reason for your change of attitude."

"Snakes can also feel lonely." Sissoko said in a teaching tone, "You too - of course, I mean you will experience this too. We will live for a long time until we realize that life is not just about eating and sleeping, there is another feeling that makes the heart empty - loneliness, but in the end, we will still make up our minds to connect with other lives to make life more interesting..."

"Do you feel the same way about the old basilisk?" Cohen finished carving the patterns and began to precisely inject bottles of liquid material into the "contact lens". "If it really died, you would cry, right? No, snakes don't cry."

"If you want to create a bond with others, you have to take the risk of crying." Sissoko said something that was completely inconsistent with his snake character.

"This is from The Little Prince," Cohen said. "Remember to make a note of any quotes from fairy tales next time. I almost thought you were Dumbledore in disguise—Okay."

Cohen finished making the "anti-glare alchemy sunglasses". Although they are contact lenses, Cohen feels that they are more like a transparent rag.

Compared to the old basilisk being injected with an unknown mixture of drugs, the danger of stuffing rags in the eyes is nothing.

But it is still a bit difficult to get it stuck into the basilisk's eyelids. Firstly, Sissoko's eyes are much larger than those of ordinary snakes. Secondly, it can't control the closing time of its eyelids - just like a person who closes his eyes automatically after putting in eye drops.

"Open your eyes!" Cohen exclaimed angrily after trying to stuff his glasses in for the eighth time only to have them plucked out again by Sissoko's eyelids.

"I'm opening my eyes!" Sissoko was very uncomfortable with the two little things that were tickling his eyes. "Try not to blink after your eyes have been touched..."

"I can control my glare. It's just the nature of the basilisk that's to blame."

Cohen was also a little angry because of the repeated failures.

"It seems that's the only way."

"?"

Sissoko watched as Cohen pulled a double-headed hammer from his toolbox.

"Blind it first and then stick it on." Cohen showed the sharp part of the double-headed hammer.

"Calm down, son!" Sissoko hissed at the hammer in Cohen's hand. "I don't need glasses if I'm blind!"

……

indeed.

If you go blind, then wouldn’t it be a waste of time to wear these glasses?
Cohen thought it over again and again and finally calmed down.

"Come here, let's try something else." Cohen sighed and put the hammer back into the toolbox. "I'll see if I can fix your eyelid."

The basilisk's eyelids have the same magic-blocking effect as the scales on its body, and cannot be fixed with spells.

Cohen could only use his two hands to hold up its eyelids, and then let the "glasses" fall naturally onto the surface of Sissoko's eyes through gravity.

The process was long - because Cohen didn't want to put any other part of his body close to Sissoko's slippery eyes.

"I feel sick..." Sissoko twisted his body uncomfortably, saying, "Is it not healed yet?"

"It's almost there, just a little bit off."

Cohen shook Sissoko's head.

finally--

"I'm back!" The old basilisk excitedly crawled out of the wall. "I can go out! I saw a lot of things, but - what are you doing?"

In the eyes of the old basilisk, Cohen seemed to be holding Sissoko's head, and then sticking very close...

Snapped!
Cohen released Sissoko's eyelids just enough to close them.

"Putting on my glasses," Cohen explained.

"I thought I was disturbing you..." the old basilisk said stiffly.

"hiss……"

Sissoko swayed from side to side, trying to get used to the foreign sensation in his eyes.

"Okay, now the other one." Cohen raised the other pair of glasses in his hand.

However, this time Sissoko suffered much less because he had the help of the old basilisk, which could use its tail to help Sissoko fit his eyes and mirror.

In fact, he could have woken up the little basilisk to do this before, but the result of doing so would most likely be that the little basilisk would poke Sissoko's eyes out with its tail - the little guy has always been ruthless.

"Test it first."

Cohen asked the old basilisk to turn its back, leaving only Sissoko's basilisk facing him.

Then Cohen pulled the Count's new mouse from his pocket.

"Squeaky-"

(End of this chapter)