Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 124 The End of the Locket
In Myrtle's bathroom, Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic whispered around the basilisk, and Rita Skeeter was still frantically taking pictures of Peter and the basilisk from various angles.

The hungry basilisk smelled the smell of humans, salivated greedily, and rubbed its dirty flat head on Peter's robe in aggrieved way, urging Peter to take it to eat quickly-this is a good thing, Peter deliberately avoided getting dirty The robe is finished.

"Ms. Minister, I think we should take a group photo as the headline on the front page tomorrow." Rita said with a smile on her face.

Grabbing big news like the basilisk was something she wished for, and Peter noticed that she had changed her name to Ms. Burns as "Minister."

"Yes." Ms. Burns nodded solemnly.

Peter stood in a row with Ms. Burns, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Scrimgeour, Kingsley, and Dawlish, and the basilisk was still rubbing against Peter's clothes.

"No, Professor Peddie..." Rita stepped down and dragged Peter, who was standing on the edge, into the middle of a row of people, next to Dumbledore and Ms. Bones.

Fudge stood aside hesitantly, while Rita and his assistants were busy looking for angles around the circle, as if no one invited him to join the group photo, so he reluctantly stood at the very edge, arranging his top hat and bow tie.

"Crack!" The shutter flashed, and the photo of a group of people standing in front of the blindfolded basilisk was frozen.

In the photo, the basilisk's saliva was dripping on Peter's shoulder, and Peter turned away in disgust. Dumbledore next to him was smiling brightly; on the right of Dawlish, the lost Fudge had already left the frame.

Before the basilisk flooded the entire bathroom with saliva, the photo-taking activity finally came to an end. Ms. Burns, who had always been serious, finally had a smile on her face after seeing the basilisk crisis resolved. Professor Snape, who was injured twice.

"Together?" Dumbledore asked.

"No need," Peter said hastily, "uh...I have to watch the snake here, it's so hungry."

"Isn't it, 'Snake'?" said Dumbledore, laughing. "Your ability to pick names is nothing short of flattering."

"I seriously considered the name 'Little Green' just now." Peter said.

After the crowd left, Peter began to bathe the snake in the bathroom sink. This guy has lived in the sewer for 1000 years, and the degree of filth can be imagined.

"Longing for...flesh and blood..." It lowered its head and hissed, lying on the floor drain of the bathroom, sniffing the rats in it-poor little (big) thing, it has been eating rats for 1000 years, the only one Killing a Muggle was still an accident, and there was no time to enjoy it. Now, even if it is released, it only knows how to eat rats.

"Peter! Ahahahahahahaha!"

Someone was laughing by the bathroom door, and Peter looked up to see Rubeus Hagrid carrying two dead sheep, a small patch of ecstatic face peeping through his thick, luxuriant hair.

"Merlin's beard! You tamed the basilisk! Have you named him yet?"

"It's called 'Snake Snake'."

"Amazing! He's so cute and the name is so fitting!"

Hagrid stepped forward and wanted to feed the dead sheep to Snake with his hands, but Peter stopped him and motioned him to put the food on the ground and keep away, because the basilisk's fangs were too dangerous, Snake smelled it for a while It was only after I was sure that it was something edible, that it had never eaten sweet mutton when it grew to such a large size.

Seeing the snake eating, Hagrid was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

"Oh, look, he also has a rooster feather on his head! That's the characteristic of a male basilisk, it's so pretty..."

Peter was washing a chunk of solid dirt off the basilisk's scales, and Hagrid danced around the basilisk, babbling incessantly.

"...If I could have a pet like this, I'd be so excited that I couldn't sleep for the rest of my life!" Half an hour later, Hagrid delivered his concluding remarks.

Peter didn't want to go to the trouble of telling Hagrid that he had tamed the basilisk under the guise of Helbo, but he had to be careful to keep the basilisk away from Hagrid, whose fanaticism for dangerous animals could have disastrous consequences.

After rinsing, Peter pulled Snake out of the girls' bathroom. The students outside did not dare to come in due to the reputation of the Myrtle bathroom. Now they all gathered around to see the true face of the legendary Slytherin monster .

Peter put a protective charm around the snake to prevent it from hurting the students, and even Hagrid was excluded from the spell.

"Is this the basilisk? My God, what long fangs..." Justin Fenriary sighed, the protective spell kept him and a dozen other students who wanted to get closer .

"Tear up... Muggles... clear... Muggles..." Snake said.

Peter clicked on the dictionary, and a gloomy hiss came from the book: "I said, no, your task of eliminating Muggles is completely over, and from now on, you can't hurt anyone."

"Born to rid Muggles...of...Muggles...evil...Muggles...burn...wizards..."

"That history is over."

The low, hoarse Parseltongue turned the students' faces pale with terror, and they stepped back to make room for Peter and Snake.

Finally arrived at Peter's office, he ordered Snake to get into the room, find a place to curl up in it, don't knock over the student homework and the small Christmas tree, Snake tangles around Peter's desk impatiently, it is not at all Love such a bright and dry place.

Peter sealed the doors and windows with defensive magic, unfastened the seven silver locks that fastened the locket, and took it out.

Today's locket seems to have come to life, it seems very restless, a mechanical heart beats in the closed lid.

"Open it." Haierbo's Parseltongue came out from the dictionary, and Snake heard the Parseltongue and turned his head interested.

The locket's delicate lid snapped open, revealing two small windows in which a living eye blinked--Tom Riddle's eye.

"Snake, Snake, destroy this." Peter ordered the Basilisk.

The basilisk lowered its head, took the locket in its mouth, and a voice hissed from the Horcrux.

"Stupid basilisk... I am the true heir of Slytherin. You have Peter Peddylue in front of you, an imposter with no Salazar Slytherin blood in him. Kill him, kill him. He..." said Voldemort.

Snake put down the locket suspiciously, with its nostrils open, sniffing back and forth between Peter and the Horcrux, as if comparing which one had the purer bloodline, and Peter took the locket made with Haierbo's blood and knowledge. The dictionary was handed out for the basilisk to sniff.

It picked up the Horcrux again.

"Master's lineage... is purer... is older...I obey the master..." it said.

"No, let me go!" Voldemort yelled, and a grotesque bubble emerged from the small window, forming a constantly spinning figure, "Peter! Dumbledore doesn't trust you, even if you can remove the Dark Mark, you I can't get rid of the stain on myself—"

"Bite." Peter tapped the dictionary, Haierbo's voice gave the order to Snake.

The sharp fangs of the basilisk closed, and the Horcrux began to emit white smoke under the action of the venom. With a toothache creaking sound, Voldemort's image screamed and disappeared into the air.

(End of this chapter)