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Dumbledore nodded, his gaze lingering on some words written in blood on the wall.

"The door to the secret room has been opened."

"The Heir's enemies... watch out."

Hearing this, Filch was quite dissatisfied and said in a sharp voice, "No, my cat has been petrified, someone must be punished!"

His bloodshot eyes swept over every wizard present, as if they were all murderers.

If he could, he would love to personally select a group of wizards, lock them in dark and terrifying cages, and torture them severely.

Yes, he would definitely do it if given the chance.

He hated these magical beings, and he hated the way they looked at him even more, which drove him, who was psychologically fragile and insecure, to a frenzy.

"Argus!"

Dumbledore's tone was heavy; the usually kind man now exuded a certain imposing aura that calmed the frenzied Filch.

"We will find the killer, I promise. In the meantime, I hope everyone will be careful, everyone."

Filch was unwilling to give up, his wandering gaze seemingly trying to memorize the faces of all the wizards.

Until he saw a pair of indifferent eyes.

Filch was startled and quickly lowered his head.

Aaron led Hermione and the others over.

“Mr. Aaron, and these two... guests from Beauxbatons School of Magic.”

Dumbledore sighed inwardly as he looked at Aaron and the women around him.

Because of Aaron, Hogwarts has become a must-visit spot for witches.

Among them were officials from the Ministry of Magic, or members of the Hogwarts Board of Trustees or their relatives.

Even Dumbledore wouldn't want to offend so many people.

Dumbledore, what are you going to do?

Aaron raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mrs. Loris and the blood-written words on the wall.

Dumbledore shook his head. "I will investigate as soon as possible. There are no further leads to identify the murderer at the moment."

Aaron was quite puzzled by this answer.

Even after reading the original book, he still couldn't understand why, with so many top wizards at Hogwarts, they couldn't even find a mere basilisk.

The basilisk clearly crawls through the pipe system of Hogwarts.

Such a massive body could not possibly be hidden from everyone.

Moreover, the magic in the Harry Potter world isn't something to be watched.

Let alone magicians, even a Muggle detective could probably find the suspect snake in a very short time.

There simply wasn't enough to explain so many snake monster victims.

Not to mention,

The spiders in the Forbidden Forest had already sensed the presence of the basilisk.

On the contrary, professors like Dumbledore, who possessed the phoenix, were completely outmaneuvered by a basilisk.

It's absurd to even think about.

"No need to investigate, it's a basilisk. It usually roams the pipe system looking for targets."

Mera raised her hand and said.

"A basilisk?!"

Dumbledore and the others were horrified.

Snape instinctively retorted, "Impossible! Hogwarts is protected by a powerful magical barrier; no outside creature could possibly get in."

"But what if it had always been inside Hogwarts Castle?" Aaron said wistfully.

“But, Mr. Aaron, if the basilisk has been inside Hogwarts all along, how has it survived until now without being discovered? There has never been a similar case before.”

Professor McGonagall calmly voiced her objections.

Aaron glanced at Hagrid, "Are you really sure it never existed?"

Everyone followed Aaron's gaze and saw only a bewildered and innocent-looking Rubelhag.

The three-meter-tall giant appeared so uneasy under the gaze of the crowd.

"I... I have never kept a basilisk. I have only kept an eight-eyed spider, but it is most afraid of basilisks, so it is impossible for me to have anything to do with basilisks."

The others nodded in agreement, all feeling quite confused.

Only Dumbledore quickly connected the dots to the incident before Isozaki's death.

In 1942, Tom reported that Hagrid's pet Aragog killed Myrtle, which led to Hagrid's expulsion from school.

Everyone was outraged at the time, and even without other evidence, the angry crowd filed a series of reports.

Even knowing that Hagrid was innocent, Dumbledore had no choice but to expel him.

And then, taking a roundabout approach, he appointed Hagrid as the Guardian of the Forbidden Forest, responsible for maintaining its security.

"Mr. Aaron, are you saying that the culprit who escaped from the secret chamber fifty years ago was the Basilisk?"

Dumbledore's expression was somewhat somber. If that were true, wouldn't that mean Hogwarts had been in extreme danger for many years?

The basilisk committed numerous crimes right under his nose, yet remained at large.

Aaron nodded, and everyone present couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of fear.

"So the basilisk has been active at Hogwarts for at least several decades, yet no one has ever discovered it."

"Damn it, we have to find it, otherwise, more people will be harmed."

McGonagall looked around, pointed her wand, and moved the stone wall above her head aside, revealing an empty pipe.

Sure enough, we found traces of repeated friction on the pipe.

"A secret room! It's in a secret room!"

After being briefly reminded, Dumbledore quickly realized, "The bathroom where Myrtle was murdered is the location of the Chamber of Secrets."

"Everyone else followed the rules and returned to their dormitories in an orderly manner."

"Snape, McGonagall, come with me to the Chamber of Secrets and deal with the Basilisk as soon as possible. Oh, and whatever you do, do not look it in the eye. Looking it in the eye will result in immediate death. Even if you see the Basilisk's eyes through other objects, you will be petrified."

"I think Lady Lorice was petrified because she saw the basalt in the sky while looking at the puddle."

"Everyone must be careful."

Everyone looked solemn.

Even for skilled wizards like Snape and McGonagall, the Basilisk, a magical creature that exists only in legends, it was a daunting task.

With that, Dumbledore and the others prepared to head to the washroom.

Aaron shook his head. "No need for that."

Aaron snapped his fingers, and everyone turned around and found themselves in a secret room.

Harry and Ron were also teleported in.

Inside the secret room, a red-haired girl was lying.

"Ginny?"

Ron was slightly startled when he saw her. He turned pale as if he had thought of something and quickly ran over.

Dumbledore stopped him, his face grave as he looked into a dark, narrow passage.

At this time,

A young male wizard emerged from the darkness.

Dumbledore's expression was complicated.

"Tom Marvolo Riddell!"

Tom was also surprised to see so many people at the scene. (Nuoqian Zhao)

He was especially furious when he saw Dumbledore.

However, thinking about his own confidence, Tom felt relieved.

So what if he's Dumbledore? He has a basilisk!

"Welcome..."

Tom was about to speak when an excessively handsome man walked out of the crowd and went straight to Ginny.

Aaron picked up Ginny as if no one else was there.

"I'm telling you, you really don't respect me at all!"

Tom, his face dark, pointed his wand at Aaron.

Aaron remained unmoved, gently touching Ginny's forehead and infusing her with a stream of green energy.

Tom sneered, "It's no use. The weaker she is, the stronger I become. Her life force has become my nourishment."

Aaron remained silent.

After being infused with green energy, Ginny, who was originally weak from having her life force continuously drained to keep Tom alive, became even more rosy-cheeked.

Her weak breathing returned to normal.

Ginny slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw Aaron, her round face flushed red.

Tom was stunned.

What the hell?

Fifty years later, is it still possible for the magic world to casually grant people life force?

No, can development in fifty years be that fast?

Before I knew it, I'd become an old relic!

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"how did you do it?"

Tom pointed his wand at Aaron, his expression full of wariness.

"Forget it, this matter is not important. No matter how much life force you inject into her, in the end it will only benefit me."

"If you can give her more life force, perhaps I can be resurrected through this?"

Sixteen-year-old Tom, as one of the Horcruxes, cannot exist as a standalone individual.

Ginny's vitality only allowed him to detach from the diary and act as a soul.

Of course, if there is a continuous supply of life force, resurrection is not impossible.

It's just that no one had ever done it before.

Tom could sense through the diary that Aaron had infused Ginny with an immense vitality, a vitality at least equal to the sum of the lives of several people.

With this life force, Tom can unleash even more powerful spells, and he is confident that he can even contend with Dumbledore.

"Really? Then try feeling it again?"

Aaron's lips curled slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Do you think just anyone has the right to enjoy what's mine?"

Tom paused, then suddenly felt uneasy.

It seems like some strange things have appeared inside my body.

Even his consciousness became chaotic.

"Damn it, there's poison in the life force!"

Tom's expression changed drastically, and he swung his cane to cut off the connection between the diary and Ginny.