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Chapter 175 The Boy and the Basilisk

"I reckon, it's cursing, right?" Weiss listened for a while and looked at Dumbledore, who was looking weird.

"...I thought I heard it wrong..." Dumbledore was silent for a while, shaking his head and said, "Master Slytherin?"

"Well, just to scold him." Weiss nodded: "Shall we go and have a look? Bring some roast chicken to it by the way?"

"Well, let's go." Dumbledore glanced at the locket in his hand, and walked out of the principal's room.

...Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets...

"Hiss, that old bastard Slytherin is finally back! Tell him to come over and let me out!" Wes and Dumbledore heard the basilisk's hiss as soon as they entered the chamber.

"Are you stupid? It's been so many years! Use the tip of your tail to think that he can't be alive, okay?" Weiss said that he didn't want to deal with its snake spirit and lost a roast chicken.

"Hiss, the grilled chicken tastes good! Impossible! I can already smell his disgusting smell! Give me another one!" The basilisk rattled the grilled chicken.

"Are you stupid! Snakes have a sense of smell? I haven't known it since I've lived for almost 20 years!" Weiss said, don't think that I can fool me because I am young, and then lost a roast chicken.

"Hiss 'Aren't you stupid! Have you ever seen a snake eat food by chewing? I'm a basilisk!'" The basilisk continued to chew the roast chicken louder.

"Hehe, I'm a quick learner. Logically speaking, how could a snake have such a high IQ? It doesn't make sense at all!" Weiss took out another one, tore off the chicken leg and gnawed on it.

"Hiss, nonsense! I have lived for thousands of years, human language... yes, it has been thousands of years, the old guy should indeed be gone...'" the basilisk suddenly froze for a moment, and then raised its head The head also drooped.

"They say you are stupid, it seems that you are not too stupid to be rescued." Weiss nodded with satisfaction, and threw the roast chicken with one leg missing into its mouth again.

"Hiss, but I clearly sensed his smell...'" the basilisk chewed carefully while wondering.

"This is what you sensed, right?" Dumbledore, who had been silent all this time, spread his hand, revealing Slytherin's locket.

"Hiss, old guy! What are you doing shutting yourself in there? Hiding and not daring to see anyone?'" Dumbledore just stretched out his hand, when the basilisk's head leaned over and neighed loudly.

"Meow! My ears are going deaf! Do you dare to speak louder!" Weiss rubbed his sore ears and gave the basilisk its nose.

"Hiss, old man! Come out to me! If you can go home, you can't come out! What is this!'" The basilisk didn't care about Weese's attack, and the snake head continued to face Slytherin's locket without moving, but the voice lowered.

"Are you sure he's in there?" Weiss covered his ears and looked at the locket: "Speaking of which, do you know how to open it?"

"Hiss, are you stupid! How could I know! He's a Slytherin!'" the basilisk neighed angrily, but the snake head remained motionless.

"Now there is another soul, or soul fragment." Dumbledore said in a calm tone: "Can you remove this soul fragment without harming the soul inside?"

"Hiss 'I don't know! Talk about you! Old guy! Come out! Did you hear me!'" The basilisk said that I don't know you well for people who don't often come to deliver food to me, and its tone was very unfriendly.

"Professor, let me chop it up. Maybe we can release that old fellow Slytherin." Weiss encouraged Dumbledore on the side, and waved the sword a few times in his hand: "Just to help Hermione and the others take revenge!"

Dumbledore glanced at Wes meaningfully, but said nothing.

"Hiss! Cut it! Cut it! Old guy! If you don't come out, you will be chopped up by the junior! Cut it in the face!'" The basilisk fanned the flames, and it felt very embarrassing to be able to embarrass Slytherin. Happy, the big tail kept patting the ground.

"Wes." Dumbledore looked at Wes and shook his head: "You might hurt Lord Slytherin if you cut it off."

"Hiss, white beard! What do you think this is? It belongs to that old Slytherin! It's just a broken iron sword from Gryffindor! It can cut through anything!'" the basilisk snorted heavily. In one breath, Dumbledore's beard fluttered in the wind.

"Hey, this is my family's sword!" Weiss said dissatisfied.

"Hiss, no matter whose sword it is! It's just ordinary rust, even if it's a sword forged by the elves, don't try to destroy Slytherin's heirloom! Kid! Don't think too much of yourself!"" the basilisk condescended Weiss, with a dismissive tone.

"Hey, you long worm dare to look down on my sword! You are very brave! Believe it or not, I will chop off your tail! Then make snake soup and share it with everyone in Hogwarts! Give the venom to Professor Snape Refining medicine! Snake skin is made into armor!" Weiss pointed his sword at the basilisk's nose and cursed.

"Hiss! Gryffindors are brainless! My venom is so cheap? Old man! Give it to him, and I'll see if he can chop it up! I won't eat you if he can't chop it up!" "The basilisk turned its head in disdain, looked down at Dumbledore, and flicked its tail behind it, making a whirring sound.

"You have no brains! All you care about is venom! Your tail meat is gone, okay! Professor Dumbledore! You heard it too! This is about the dignity of my family! Cut it off for me!" Weiss gritted his teeth, He kept waving the sword of Gryffindor in his hand, making a 'whoosh' sound as if he wanted to compete with the sound made by the basilisk's tail.

Dumbledore's eyebrows trembled violently. He looked helplessly at the man and the snake, sighed deeply, and handed the locket to Wess.

"Hiss, brat! Show me! I might as well tell you, the old guy's locket can resist most physical damage and magic damage!" "The basilisk looked at Weiss aggressively, and said a snake letter in its mouth. It kept swallowing, as if it was already tasting the taste of the person in front of it.

"Smelly snake! Show it to me!" Weiss picked up the sword and quickly pressed the rubies on the hilt in a certain order. In the next second, the entire sword fell to the ground with a bang, and Weiss calmed down. With a low growl, a section of the sword body made of light emerged from the hilt.

"Little Taidao, just right." Weiss looked up and down with the sword and nodded in satisfaction, raised his head and looked provocatively at the already dumbfounded basilisk: "Look at whether I can chop or not!" About to swing down.

"Hiss, wait! Brat! You're cheating! You can't cut!'" The basilisk reacted quickly after a short period of stupefaction, and hurriedly stopped it. Unfortunately, it was too late, and Weiss' lightsaber had already swung Down.

'唰' The gleaming blade of the sword was like a hot knife entering butter, cutting without any hindrance, and immediately blood splattered everywhere.

It turned out that at this critical moment, the basilisk blocked it with its flexible tail, and the hard scales that could block most of the magic could not block the sword of light, and a bloody mouth appeared in front of several people.

"Hey, you're cheating, you still have a reason not to let me chop it up! Didn't you want me to chop it up just now!" Weiss drew out his lightsaber and pointed at the basilisk's nose. He took out a few bottles of potion from the stretch bag and poured them on the wound, and instantly green smoke came out - white fresh essence.

"Hiss, this soul-like pain! It's exactly the same as back then! Smelly brat! You damn...why didn't you tell me your last name was 'Inbas'!'" the basilisk bared its teeth in pain and roared wildly.

"You didn't even ask me! And my surname is Kabrev!" Weiss spread his hands innocently, and then poked the basilisk with the hilt of his sword: "Get out of the way! Let me chop it! I want to give Hermione And Sirius revenge!"

"Hiss, get off! Do you want to kill Slytherin with the sword of light!'" the basilisk continued to growl, "Hiss, get away, I'm coming!'"

"How dare you say it's a crap! Say it again!" Weiss continued to poke at the basilisk's body.

"Hiss... please the great Inpas-sama let the little snake come, don't bother you to do it!'" the basilisk said with tearful eyes, and it once again recalled the witch queen it met when it was a little snake, and suddenly I suddenly realized: It turns out that it is a family tradition to boil it for snake soup!So no matter how big it is, it can't avoid this catastrophe?Lord Slytherin, please save the little snake again!

(End of this chapter)