Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

He looked in disbelief at the giant beast that had been lying beside him since a while ago.

At this moment, the latter was folding his ears in grievance because of the basilisk's angry curse, making a "woooo" sound.

"Friday? You sent it!?"

Then Ryan finally reacted.

If you think about it carefully, it seems to be true - when he met Friday in the Forbidden Forest, the white cat seemed to have expressed that he would take him to see a certain existence... but in the end he was intercepted by the centaur!

But now it seems that the person Friday is going to take him to see... is clearly the basilisk Tamh!

"Yes."

The basilisk nodded.

Then, it roared and threw out another shocking truth.

"In fact, my little master—Friday...it is the 'key' that I took away!"

It says so.

"It was created by the old master—I don't know when it was created... but when the old master gave it to me, it was still an egg."

"Egg?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He wanted to say that, as far as he knew, cats did not lay eggs.

But he couldn't say it in the end.

Because after witnessing Friday's true attitude and seeing the ability of Friday to travel a thousand miles a day, Ryan already understood.

Friday could be anything, but it certainly wouldn't be a cat.

As for why it looks like a white cat... Ryan now understands that this must be due to Slytherin's personal preference!

"Yes..."

The basilisk continued to hiss as it explained.

As it says, Slytherin left behind two crucial keys.

When Tom attacks it, he takes one of them - a strange egg.

After leaving the secret room, the egg hatched shortly afterwards.

"It seems to have absorbed the magic of the castle. I think this may be the work of the owner."

The basilisk added: "It keeps growing, keeps getting stronger..."

It's strange to say.

As a dark creature, the basilisk Tamh is one of the most dangerous creatures in the minds of wizards.

At this moment, when talking about Friday, he seemed like a strict father.

It speaks seriously and occasionally blames Friday.

But deep in the words lies the unconcealable love for one's child.

Well... I have to say, Ryan felt that the basilisk's posture was very similar to Slytherin himself - Slytherin would also have this attitude every time he mentioned Ryan!

"Boy, you're only barely qualified to be my successor!"

Slytherins always say that.

But every time when other legendary wizards praised Ryan, the descendant of the Big Four, for his talent and magical attainments, Ryan would always see the pride that could not be concealed on Slytherin's cold face.

Through the basilisk's narration, Ryan finally understood how the basilisk had survived in this sewer all these years.

It almost never leaves here, and the food is brought by Friday from the castle or the Forbidden Forest - perhaps small animals in the Forbidden Forest, perhaps mice, or perhaps delicacies from the kitchen.

Friday calls it 'Boss' and will guard it and sleep with it when the basilisk hibernates in the deep winter.

The basilisk would tell Friday some stories from the past - including the four great men and their successor.

Today...

"Friday—even today, it still hasn't grown fully."

"But it is more than strong enough to be a help to you, little master."

The basilisk said softly.

It didn't explicitly describe the power Friday possessed, but Ryan could roughly imagine it.

He had already seen Friday's ability to travel a thousand miles a day, coupled with the characteristics of Friday that were clearly those of other magical animals.

Ryan could certainly guess the meaning of it - Friday, perhaps a combination of many magical animals.

He didn't know how the Slytherin teacher had created it, but it was undoubtedly an incredible feat!

What Ryan found most unbelievable was...

Even Friday, a creation that could be called incredible, was not a treasure left by Slytherin, but merely...

"key..."

He took a deep look at the strange giant beast and said nothing more.

At this moment, the basilisk's words continued.

"You have a great future ahead of you—I can't help you any more, but Friday can."

Upon hearing this, Friday on the side made an anxious "woohoo" sound.

"Shut up!"

The basilisk hissed, and looked at Friday with its eyeless eyes: "You only need to be loyal to the great little master. As for some meaningless concern...it is worthless!"

"Tamu, don't speak so early..."

But at this moment, Ryan waved his hand gently: "It sounds like you don't plan to leave here with me?"

he asked softly.

"Oh, my dear little master—I'm already blind, my body is riddled with wounds, and Tom's magic is powerful—I can't even hunt on my own... I can only rely on magic to scare off some weak insects."

Tamh said softly, "I am just a useless burden. I am not qualified to be your servant, nor am I qualified to stay by the side of the heir of the Four Great Glories."

"Don't say that."

But Ryan waved his hand at this moment.

"I believe you have saved Hogwarts a lot of trouble without even realizing it..."

He thought of the Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid had always said they'd been pretty quiet over the past few decades, too quiet even to be Acromantulas.

And now it seems that the reason for their honesty seems to be very clear - the basilisk is the natural enemy of the Acromantula, and the latter is naturally afraid of the former.

"And besides that, there's one thing you're not right about."

Ryan looked at the basilisk seriously - even though he knew the latter couldn't see him.

"You are not a useless burden."

"I don't like the word servant either - you may be a Slytherin teacher's servant, but not mine."

"Tamhe, to me... you are my elder and my family."

He gently stretched out his hand and touched the basilisk's body.

Then...

"Buzz!"

A magnificent and powerful life magic surged from his body.

That's right.

Of course, Tamh's injuries were very serious. Otherwise, with the basilisk's magic and vitality, it would not have been unable to heal over such a long period of time, but instead gradually became weak.

It was a wound that could have killed it - a testament to the power that young Tom Riddle possessed.

As Dumbledore said, he is indeed a truly talented wizard.

But for Ryan now...

"It's just a fatal wound!"

then...

"hiss!"

The basilisk let out a low hissing sound—the scars on its body that had plagued it for decades healed almost instantly.

And from its empty eyes, new, dark yellow snake eyes grew out again.

The emerald green scales on its body seemed to glow in the darkness.

Just a moment.

The entire sewer was filled with immense magical power and a dangerous aura.

It was a magical power that was in no way inferior to that of the giant squid Shaka, and an even more dangerous aura.

"Oh, little master... this is..."

At this moment, Tamh's roar was filled with disbelief.

It obviously didn't expect that the little wizard who needed its protection in the fire dragon's lair in the past had already possessed such incredible power.

"This is what I want you to witness, Tamh."

Ryan said softly, "I will find everything the teachers left behind one by one."

"I will also find out the truth about them step by step."

He said this firmly.

"But I have a feeling—their magical path, their great power, their will and pursuit... everything will blossom and bear fruit in me."

This was a fact he had been vaguely aware of since he obtained the Hufflepuff treasure.

"You're right, I might have a great future, Tamh."