The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Seeing that Loren was still a little nervous, Flamel temporarily stopped observing Hogwarts Castle and said to divert his attention: "Tell me, why do you infer that the basilisk is hiding on the third floor?"

Speaking of inferring the traces of the basilisk, Loren smiled slightly. This was thanks to Harry and his team's investigation of Lockhart: "The administrator of the castle, Mr. Filch, has recently been checking whether any animals from the Forbidden Forest have slipped into it. Inside the castle, because every morning, there are always some rat limbs and blood stains on the third floor."

"The most important thing is the reaction of the spiders in the castle. Little wizards witnessed spiders moving out of the castle in groups on every floor, except for the third floor. I think this is because the spiders on the third floor escaped first. This level.”

Almost all the pressure in his heart came from Loren's brainstorming. Slowly he cleared his thoughts and gradually calmed down.

Flamel felt Loren enter the state, relaxed and then looked at the castle wall.

The walls and floors of Hogwarts have unique defenses, a combination of alchemy and ancient magic that protect against most spells, but are not very protective against physical damage.

He observed the internal magic circle through the wall with great interest: "Did you know? Compared with defending against external enemies, the internal defense is more like preventing naughty little wizards from blowing up the castle."

"Haha, the castle really limits the performance of George and Fred."

I walked through the entire third floor, leaving only the last corner. They came to the end of the corridor, which was empty except for a puddle of water on the floor as no little wizard would normally pass by. It might be the rain blowing in from the window, or it might be the tap water brought from the bathroom next to it.

Loren shook off the complicated thoughts and took a long breath: "Come and see if Mr. Basilisk is home?"

He raised his right hand in front of his eyes, tapped his index finger on the center of his eyebrows, and a crystal blue light suddenly bloomed in his two eyes.

Everything in sight faded away in color, leaving outlines of varying shades. Ignoring the light of the castle's defense array, the stone walls became transparent, revealing buried pipes, which revealed their hollow interiors.

And inside the hollow pipe, a huge creature seemed to be aware of the unusual sight, slowly raised its terrifying snake head, and looked at him through many obstacles.

The scales of the basilisk have a thick black-green magical luster. There is no doubt that they must be thicker and more defensive than the stone skin of the giant monster, and the magic spell is more difficult to penetrate.

The yellow snake eyes exuded a terrifying indifference, exuding a dangerous aura.

Filch has finished his last inspection, so there is no need to worry about anyone passing by.

Loren raised his wand toward the location of the basilisk. Invisible magic spread along the tip of the wand, applying the wizard's thoughts to tangible matter.

Under the influence of the transformation technique, the cast iron pipes began to soften and twist, like soft plant vines, beginning to wrap around the basilisk, trying to restrain it.

"Hiss!" The basilisk opened its huge mouth and roared. Its huge body struggled hard to get out of the pipe, passed through the vent on the ceiling, and landed on the corridor floor.

Driven by the muscles of the snake's body, the hard green scales easily squeezed the cast iron pipe into countless pieces. The huge body fell on the corridor, but it was extremely gentle and made no sound.

Countless debris fell on the corridor, and rust and dirt piled up into small mounds. In the ancient and mysterious magic castle, a basilisk as huge as a mountain stood in front of the boy. The monster's breath created a strong wind in the corridor.

Loren holds the magic stone in the palm of his left hand and activates the surging magic power contained in the magic stone. The majestic power instantly flows throughout his body, and the crystal blue light in his eyes becomes brighter.

Flamel looked at this scene deeply, his eyes deep and distant. At a certain moment, he seemed to see another person through Loren. The man who struggled to find the truth about death in the blood and vomit of the disease.

Even Loren himself didn't notice that compared to the summer vacation, he had gradually mastered the power of the magic stone. This is his growth and the choice of the Philosopher's Stone...

Although he felt that looking at the basilisk wouldn't hurt him, Loren didn't try. He avoided the basilisk's sight with half-lidded eyes, letting the stinking air blow his black curly hair endlessly.

The muscles of the basilisk squirmed, the dust was thrown up by the falling earth and rocks, and all the tiny bits of food became extremely clear. Most importantly, Loren felt calmer than ever before. The abundant magic power brought a sense of omnipotent control. Loren felt that if he activated the Shadowless Curse with all his strength now, he could lift the hard scales on the surface and cut the basilisk in half.

He came today to test the basilisk's eyesight, not to kill. Loren recalled Dumbledore's transformation spell in the Chamber of Secrets and waved his wand.

The magic of Transfiguration enveloped all the rubble, dirt, rust, and pipe fragments ahead.

The gravel transformed into a viper with gray stripes; the dirt and rust were mixed together and transformed into a red-striped python; the pipe fragments turned into the largest anaconda with patchy stripes.

All kinds of snakes all over the place charged towards the basilisk regardless of their safety, climbing up the basilisk's body along all the places they could come into contact with and borrowing strength, burrowing into its scales, hindering any movement of the basilisk. Then it was pressed back to its original form by huge force and turned into gravel and dirt. Under the influence of the transformation technique, the gravel and dirt condensed into blocks and adhered to the basilisk's body, hindering its movement.

Under the endless consumption and involvement, the basilisk became unable to move forward and struggled more and more slowly. More and more gravel and dirt accumulated on his body, and his body became heavier and heavier. Before it was completely buried in the dirt, it suddenly seemed to be irritated. It twisted its body with all its strength, shook off a pile of dust, and almost struggled out.

But in exchange, more snakes charged one after another, and then turned into a heavy obstacle on the basilisk.

As Flamel deduced, the basilisk was in the recovery period of its newly awakened life. It lurked in the pipe system of Hogwarts Castle and accumulated strength by hunting rats. Full recovery will take at least a few years.

The basilisk struggled several times and finally fell silent. The dirt on the body has solidified into a complete piece. From a distance, it looks like a wild snake that fell into the cement, unable to move after it was poured.

Loren overturned the storage box, and the water filling the storage space instantly poured out, turning into small transparent snakes and scrambling to get into the basilisk's mouth and nose.

Living Hell Potion - teaching content of sixth grade potions class.

Powerful sleeping pills, also known as water of life and death, can make users sleep as if they were dead. It's just an exercise work for sixth graders, the quality varies, and it may have other surprise features.

It would normally be disposed of as rubbish by Snape, so it was perfect for dealing with the basilisk, so Loren asked for it.

A lazy sleepiness enveloped the basilisk, making it no longer want to exert any more force, and it no longer even cared about the annoying little wizard in front of it.

Most of its memories are in its deep sleep. It doesn't have much combat experience, nor does it have any violent desire to kill. When I followed Slytherin thousands of years ago, I spent most of my time doing research, or rather being studied, eating, drinking, and sleeping.

Then came a long sleep. When he woke up last time, the original old master could not be found, and a young wizard was replaced by a young wizard who gave it orders in Parseltongue. The basilisk's brain didn't allow it to have any extraneous thoughts, so it could only follow its instincts and listen to the instructions of the Parselmouth.

Then, it was sleep again.

I don't know how long it took, but another little wizard woke it up using Parseltongue. This little wizard had a familiar smell from fifty years ago. The basilisk didn't have much thought, it just obeyed orders.

But my stomach is empty, I'm so hungry, the rats and spiders in the pipes can't get enough to eat at all. It can't go to the nearby forest to forage, so it can only rely on eating mice to build up its strength bit by bit.

I feel so sleepy and want to sleep again.

The basilisk slowly fell into a deep sleep. Soon, the basilisk stopped struggling and lay on the ground. Its body was covered with thick and caked earth and rocks, motionless. The completely black eye film stretched down to cover half of the snake pupils.

Flamel floated above the basilisk and circled around the snake's head: "Let me just say, the basilisk that has just woken up from its slumber and has not fully recovered does not have half the power of its heyday. Any Hogwarts person All the professors come and I can handle it easily.”

Having said that, Flamel also understood that this battle was not as simple as it appeared.

Controlling the magic stone and repeatedly performing transformation spells to transform between various snakes and dirt requires majestic magic and a powerful soul. There is also the free Hell Decoction, and the basilisk itself is weak. All of the above are factors for victory in this battle.

"At least not Lockhart, and Professor Trelawney from the Divination class."

Loren teased the two professors and took a few tentative steps forward. After confirming that the basilisk had no reaction, he stepped forward and stepped on the basilisk's scales, earth and rocks to reach the snake's pupils.

The basilisk lost consciousness as if it had been anesthetized, and the membrane on the snake's pupils was half open and half closed. Loren skillfully took out the deluminator, drew the basilisk's gaze, shook it gently, distinguished the three-color magic threads of grey, yellow and green, and separated out a green light group with lethal magic power.

Flamel observed this scene carefully, which was very novel.

At the position of the flame core of the deluminator, the miserable green light group that had just been received merged with the original light group without any obstruction, forming a larger light group.

Loren watched this scene, turned his head to look at Flamel and asked with a sudden thought: "Can the magic light group in the Deluminator be used against the enemy?"

Flamel did not answer immediately, but thought for a moment: "Probably not. As you can see, there are three colors of magic threads in the basilisk's eyes, gray representing petrification, yellow representing the carrier, and yellow representing death. Green. The carrier is indispensable. It represents the most essential function of the snake pupil, which carries both magic and vision. The magic in the Deluminator also needs a carrier to function."

"Can alchemy be used to refine it?" Loren refused to give up.

If these magical powers can really be used, it will be like Gryffindor's sword, able to absorb other powers and characteristics and become a weapon that can continue to grow.

Flamel was very interested in this new alchemical topic. He got close to Snake Eyes and put his whole head against it to observe.

After a while, Flamel said: "There is no way to use magic words and magic circles for the time being. The best carrier is these eyes."

His fingers kept rubbing, and he was a little eager to try: "You don't even need a deluminator, just remove the basilisk eyeballs and use alchemy to transform them, and you can transform your magic power into magic power with the characteristics of the basilisk."

"Not yet, Principal Dumbledore keeps it for use." Loren rejected this proposal that made him excited.

Flamel was quite regretful: "The basilisk is covered in materials, not just its eyes. If you remove these scales, each one is stronger than the protective pendant you mentioned before."

Loren was even more excited, but neither the basilisk in front of him nor the snake slough in the secret room could be used, otherwise it would scare Voldemort.

He sighed: "Let's talk about the magic carrier. Is there any other way that doesn't pierce the basilisk's eyes?"

"Other magical eyes can also be used, but the effect may be worse." Flamel said.

Other magical eyes... Loren nodded thoughtfully.

It took some energy to deal with the battlefield, but fortunately, there was no black magic like the Shadowless Curse of the Divine Edge during the whole battle, and all damage caused by physical collisions and transformation spells could be repaired.

Loren waved his wand, and the earth and rocks covering the basilisk's body fell loose, loosening the shackles on the basilisk. The floating spell drove the basilisk's body back to the pipe swaying.

"[Restore as before]" Loren held the magic stone and manipulated the repair spell to cover the area.

It is different from trivial changes such as repairing tables, chairs and benches, repairing glasses, and repairing coins. After Loren recited the spell, in the corridor on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle, pieces of cast iron fragments flew away from the dust and flew up to form pipes again, and pieces of rubble turned into neat stone walls again.

The invisible whirlwind rolled up the vortex, and the powdery dust and rust spiraled upward along the vortex, melted into the walls and pipes, and disappeared.

This corridor has returned to what it was not long ago, and even the water on the ground is still the same.

Loren put away the box, turned around and smiled at Flamel: "Let's go, tonight I want to learn about eye pupils and carriers."

The footsteps stepped on the stagnant water, and the sound of splashing water echoed with the sound of the rainstorm outside the castle. All the legendary stories that happened tonight were brought into the wind and dispersed in the thick fog of the night.

Not long after Loren left, the closed door of the bathroom not far away was pushed open, and an old man with a white beard wearing pajamas embroidered with cartoon stars and moon patterns came out holding a cup.

Dumbledore complained as Loren walked away: "That's the bad thing about having too keen eyes. I am an old man over a hundred years old, but I still hide. I don't know who came out of the bathroom. Will the hot cocoa taste bad?”

As he spoke, he took a sip of the hot cocoa. It had no smell, was slightly hot, and had just the right temperature. The old man smiled comfortably.

He waved his wand at the basilisk, turned around and left muttering:

"What should I do if the basilisk falls into a long sleep after pouring so much water of life and death?"

"Haha, because the water of life and death has fallen into a deep sleep and needs others to wake it up. It sounds like the story of Leticia Somnolen. Fortunately, the basilisk is not a princess, so I don't have to kiss it..."

Leticia Somnolen was a dominatrix who lived in the Middle Ages. Jealous of the beauty of the local king's daughter, she smeared a spindle with decoction of living hell. She seduced the young princess into touching the spindle, causing her to fall into a long sleep. However, Somnolen's plan did not succeed, because a wizard applied an uplifting potion to his lips and kissed the princess to revive her.