Chapter 266 The girl’s name is Myrtle
In the first week of June, when the sun shines brightest, the final exam comes as scheduled.
History of magic, spells, transfiguration, potions, herbal medicine, astronomy...
As exams passed one after another, the campus was filled with a tense and happy atmosphere. Most students They were in a good mood because they felt that they could get a very good result in the exam.
In this year's "game", the students have been well trained. According to the professors, they are much better than last year.
But some people have become bitter-faced-students pay more attention to practice than theory, and astronomy and history of magic, which rely entirely on memorization, are still the hardest hit areas in the exam.
“I really hope they cancel the History of Magic course.”
Michael complained: “Does it mean anything to know which year the crucible was invented? I just want to know which one is better. Just use it!"
"Which brand of crucible is the best?" Neville asked hurriedly: "I, I also want to buy one..."
Even with Vader and others. Despite the tutoring, Neville's performance in Potions class was still very poor. Everyone thought it was because Neville was too nervous.
But this cannot be blamed on Neville's poor mental quality. Professor Snape often targeted him and spoke very harshly.
It can be said that Neville has not deserted so far, which has surprised everyone, and we really can't ask for more.
When he was not in front of Professor Snape, he could actually gradually brew a pot of qualified potion.
It’s just far from excellent.
It is said that poor students have too much stationery. Neville seems to be counting on some external factors to improve his potions performance, so he is keen to buy better crucibles.
But Michael just shrugged and said: "Neville, of course the more expensive ones are more practical!"
Neville: "..."
He turned He rolled his eyes, turned around and asked, "Where is Vader?"
"He had something to see Professor Dumbledore, so he handed in the papers in advance and left." Michael said.
Others didn't think much about it. They were used to Vader always being involved in adult affairs.
……
Principal’s Office.
In the silver pot-shaped container, streams of white mist sprayed upwards, and an ancient portrait hanging on the wall also opened its eyes.
Dumbledore looked very serious.
Before he spoke, Phineas Black on the wall spoke first.
"Hmph, ridiculous! Ridiculous! I have never heard of such a thing!"
"Slytherin, one of the founders, left a basilisk in school? This is simply unbelievable! What could he do with the Basilisk? Don’t forget that we, Slytherins, are also part of Hogwarts!”
“That’s ridiculous! Ridiculous!”
“The look of a basilisk can kill people! If there really is a basilisk wandering around in the school, the bones of the people who have died in the school over the past thousand years can kill people. It’s full!”
Wade turned a deaf ear to his words and looked at Dumbledore and said:
"So I still need to borrow your Fox for help - as far as I know, the phoenix is immune to the magic of the basilisk's gaze, and its tears can also cure most toxins. It is the only magical existence that can restrain the basilisk."
The golden-red bird appeared out of nowhere, landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, and tilted his head to look at the student who had made up his mind.
Vader smiled at it and said: "I would like to trouble Fox to blind the basilisk's eyes first, so that we can face it with peace of mind - of course, this is just a personal request of mine. If Fox is unwilling, we can think of other ways."
Fox chirped lowly.
Dumbledore smiled: "I think this means agreement."
Fox nodded cautiously. "Thank you very much, Fox." Vader said: "Then the time will be June 13th, the second day of the Quidditch match. I will notify the relevant personnel and they can voluntarily choose whether to participate."
"Very good." Dumbledore said: "Those who participate need to understand in advance what they are going to face."
Fox also nodded affirmatively.
The serious little look in his eyes, as if he was the principal of Hogwarts, and the old man with the white beard at his feet was just a mount.
Vader couldn't help but smile and said: "Of course."
......
"Do you really believe him?"
Phineas was very unhappy. Satisfied: "Dumbledore, don't be influenced by just one student! I admit that he is a little smart, but you are the principal of this school!"
The old principal in the portraits next to him They also nodded silently, and someone else murmured: "Fortunately, I died early... Children nowadays are disrespecting the elderly more and more!"
Dumbledore smiled.
“Phineas, Armando, I don’t need the children to show formal respect to me. Being able to talk to each other on an equal footing and provide some small help to young people is my favorite state. "
Armando Dippet muttered something, his eyes half closed, as if he had fallen asleep again.
When he was alive, he also had an excellent student who was smart and handsome and respected him very much.
Later...that student became the Dark Lord who terrified the magic world.
Phineas asked: "So you really believe him? Do you believe that there is a basilisk hidden in the school that no one has ever seen?"
"Why don't you believe it? The child won't say that he is not sure. "
Dumbledore picked at the plate and finally chose a mango biscuit with thick cream.
"Even if there is...even if there is really..."
Phineas turned around in the portrait and said unwillingly: "That was also left by Slytherin. Understand? That’s the founder’s precious legacy! How can you just let a few of them get rid of it? Maybe it’s the last thing Slytherin left to the world.”
Relics...
Dumbledore suddenly fell into a trance.
He thought of the black ring he saw in someone's memory; he thought of the unique lines on it and the legends he chased when he was young.
After being silent for a long time, Dumbledore heard Phineas still talking:
"...it has not attacked anyone in more than a thousand years, even if it has. Safe! Why not give it a chance? Let it stay in peace..."
"It's not that it didn't happen," Dumbledore said.
"What?" Phineas asked.
"Fifty years ago, a student died." Dumbledore said: "Remember? Her name was Myrtle, and she was a student who was only fourteen years old."
Finia Si was silent.
"It is true that the basilisk has been quiet for more than a thousand years, but I can understand why Vader felt the need to get rid of it."
Dumbledore continued: "Because of the ability to control it Someone appeared...Tom Riddle, a descendant of Slytherin, also has the talent of Parselmouth. The Basilisk may be manipulated by Voldemort at any time and turned into a weapon to attack us."
A long time passed. Afterwards, another principal, Dai Lisi, asked: "Dumbledore, what about the safety of the students? Even without the power of eyes, the basilisk is not something that ordinary little wizards can deal with."
"Oh, this Don't worry at all, I will naturally be there that day." Dumbledore said: "What I am really worried about is another thing."
But this time, no matter how others asked, Dumbledore said. Lido will not explain it anymore.
(End of this chapter)