There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 121
Thousands of years ago, Slytherin secretly set up the Chamber of Secrets, initially to study black magic with his wizards.

Later, when I got older, what should be burned, what should be buried, and the secret room will automatically close.

Only the basilisk raised by Slytherin was sleeping in the chamber, waiting for the time to wake up.

The legend of the Chamber of Secrets has been around for a long time at Hogwarts, and it is about to become a strange story on campus for thousands of years.

Quirrell walked carefully in the secret room.

One thing to say, quite disappointed.

The legendary Chamber of Secrets is actually a gloomy hall with a statue of Slytherin inside.

There are also some inexplicable animal bones, which seem to have been old for many years, and they are so rotten that the original appearance cannot be seen clearly.

"Master, this secret room..." Quirrell hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, pondered for a long time, and forgot what to say.

It doesn't matter that Quirrell forgot, as long as Voldemort knows.

"Look down."

Under Voldemort's guidance, Quirrell lowered his head, a basilisk wandered slowly over, and Voldemort hissed to communicate with it.

Quirrell could only see the shadow of the basilisk on the ground.

The gaze of the basilisk is deadly, and looking at it will kill you.

Even through other things, it will be petrified.

"It's actually a basilisk!"

Quirrell trembled with excitement, England has not seen any traces of basilisks for at least hundreds of years.

"The basilisk fed by Slytherin himself has lived for at least a thousand years." Voldemort said proudly, he was relieved.

Fortunately, I haven't seen the basilisk alive for decades.

If he died, Voldemort would have no face to see Quirrell.

Nothing else, Quirrell took off his pants in front of Myrtle, it took too much courage!

"Master, I understand!" Quirrell saw the dawn.

"For thousands of years, the basilisk has given birth to a son, and the son has given birth to a grandson. They have formed a huge family of basilisks!"

"This is the greatest gift Slytherin can leave his heir."

"Dozens of basilisks stand side by side, and block them from all angles up, down, left, right, front, back, and up, whoever sees who dies!"

"Counterattack Hogwarts, suppress the diary, easy as pie!"

The basilisk belongs to the fish pond bomb, which is specially used to abuse vegetables. It is highly toxic and quick in action.

In front of the basilisk, the superiority in numbers is a joke.

Voldemort: "..."

If there are dozens of basilisks, you're right.

The problem is that with just one, three or five wizards can hack the basilisk to death.

"I understand again!" Quirrell was full of energy. He was optimistic, open-minded, and took the initiative to find a way out: "We rely on the basilisk to petrify a few students... If necessary, we can even kill a few of them to make an example to others!"

"Force Mark to hand over the method to revive Malfoy!"

"We have a hostage in our hands, he dare not refuse!"

Quirrell is full of pride, what about the legendary wizard?
We have hostages in our hands, and the positive characters are tied up.

It's better to be a villain, we can do whatever we want!
"Stupid!" Voldemort snapped.

Quirrell suddenly realized, I understand, Voldemort's deep love for Hogwarts, his love for the house, and his unwillingness to let Hogwarts students fall into the war between black and white wizards.

"What nonsense are you thinking!" Voldemort went crazy: "I mean, as the host of the greatest Dark Lord in history, you were forced by Avery to make an unbreakable oath, and you actually want to fulfill the oath honestly?"

"I don't want to lose face?"

Quirrell is not a bun, of course he wants to seek revenge from Avery, but think of Avery with dozens of dark wizards at any time, one or two hundred black wizards in Gaunt's old house are always on call, and Avery relies on the diary , with a strong background, Quirrell decided to endure it.

In a few days, just watch him!
"Hey!" Voldemort hated iron but steel.

"Forget it, listen to my order." Voldemort said proudly, "I will take you back to the place!"

The others lost face to Voldemort, but Voldemort could bear it for the time being considering the overall situation.

Voldemort couldn't bear the rebellion against the Lord Killer by his former subordinates.

"What's more, during the war ten years ago, Avery was the first to run away. I have long wanted to deal with him!" Voldemort sneered, and today, I want everyone to see his methods.

The Dark Lord, well deserved!

"Thank you, master." Quirrell's eyes filled with tears, the master is finally going to take him to fly, why are there tears in my eyes, because the master loves me deeply.

"First, leave Hogwarts in the middle of the night," said Voldemort.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

He revenged Voldemort, never overnight.

"Master, I can't do it." Quirrell was in a dilemma: "Hogwarts janitor Filch is a top wizard who can easily capture Sirius. I am not afraid of him, but I am worried that I will expose my whereabouts by fighting with him." , affecting the master plan."

"Besides, I just took off my pants in front of Myrtle..."

Quirrell was a little embarrassed.

"What if she reports to the school?"

Voldemort shook his head and told the school that it would be impossible for a teenage girl to be willing to be an informer... But it's hard to say, Myrtle might have been friends with a certain ghost for decades, and she would share this story with Others...don't be a ghost.

For safety reasons, it is no longer feasible to go back the same way.

Voldemort sighed, let it go, big things don't care about small things.

What's more, it's not their own suffering.

"Quirrell, follow the basilisk, it will take you out of Hogwarts."

Quirrell understood.

"I knew that Hogwarts has countless secrets. Back then, just in case, Salazar Slytherin must have left other routes in and out of Hogwarts!"

The cunning rabbit has three caves, let alone Slytherin, the leader of the dark wizard?
In those days, I don't know how many people wanted to harm him!

As the ancestor of dark wizards, Slytherin not only has to defend against wild wizards outside, but also against Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.

The strongest fortresses are often taken from within.

Slytherin and those three, after all, are a bit dirty.

The basilisk is intelligent, and it recognizes Voldemort as its new master, and Quirrell, who was parasitized by Voldemort, is also regarded as a companion by it.

It leads the way, its huge body swims, and Quirrell follows closely.

The escape route left by Slytherin is bound to be full of dangers, and it is close to death!
Then Quirrell discovers...

really!

As he expected!
The direction the basilisk is going in is extremely tricky, and normal people can't think of it anyway.

It bends or circles in the corners, and Quirrell smells a stench faintly.

"That must be the poison left by Slytherin back then. It is so poisonous that it will last for a thousand years!"

Voldemort was silent, and he just watched without speaking.

Finally, Quirrell followed the basilisk into a pipe, which was filled with a rotten smell, a mess, food scraps, rags and iron, as long as there were unclean things.

Quirrell faintly felt something was wrong.

The pipe is not high, and people can only crawl forward on all fours in it. Quirrell's hands and body are covered with sticky and weird things, and Quirrell dare not even think about what he touched!
It was okay at first, but the further back, the more water accumulated in the pipe.

Stinks.

The basilisk didn't mind at all, it swam fast.

Quirrell's face was livid, and he had already guessed where it was.

Hogwarts sewers!
Fortunately, it was midnight and no one flushed the toilet, otherwise...

Quirrell shuddered.

What a nightmare experience!

It seems that after decades, Quirrell finally sees the sky... Tianyue.

The full moon hangs high, and the clear and bright moonlight shines on Quirrell. Hogwarts Castle stands not far away. Quirrell took a deep breath... the taste was so strong, he took half of it and closed it again.

"Clean up!"

"Clean up!"

"Clean up!"

Magic can make Quirrell's smell and mucus disappear, and he can return to being well-dressed, but it can't make him forget the unbearable past.

An experience worse than all nightmares!

"Quirrell, a true warrior dares to face up to the bleak life, dare to face up to the dripping blood." Voldemort cadenced: "What is a mere sewer?"

"Don't feel bitter, just think about me. I have lived in the Albanian forest for ten years. There are few people there. What do I do for a living?"

"I'm thinking about Sirius and the prisoners of Azkaban. It's okay for them to be in a state of lack of food and clothing every day, and they are absorbed by the dementors for all happy emotions, for ten years."

"Aren't we more miserable than you?"

What the master said made sense, and Quirrell felt a little better.

But why should I compare myself with miserable people?Can't you compare it with the leisurely and happy life?
For example, Lucius, the people's entrepreneur, and noble professors at Hogwarts.

Voldemort is furious, I will remember the bitterness with you, but you will miss the sweetness with me?

"Master, we have escaped from Hogwarts, what should we do next?" Quirrell asked, and escaped from Hogwarts at a huge price. He vowed that Avery must be punished as he deserved!
"Go to Gaunt's old house next." Voldemort said darkly: "The basilisk will let them know what cruelty is."

"Don't, master." Quirrell exhorted bitterly: "Although the basilisk is strong, there is only one, how can it beat hundreds of black wizards?"

At most, a few black wizards would be stared to death, and the basilisk would have to be skinned and turned into various precious materials.

England has not heard the rumors of basilisks for at least 400 years. Rare things are expensive, and the parts of basilisks are definitely valuable.

"Don't worry, I never fight unprepared battles." Voldemort sneered: "If you fight against the outside world, you must first settle down at home. Anyone who betrays me must die."

This is so famous that Quirrell has heard of it.

Although the person who said this in modern times failed in the end, it is undeniable that it is indeed very reasonable.

With the basilisk unable to apparate, this ferocious and terrifying creature has strong magic resistance. Whether it is attacking or auxiliary magic, casting it on the basilisk is equivalent to non-existence.

"The way to quickly get to Gaunt's old house, in addition to Apparition, is the Knight Bus, Flying Broom, and Floo Powder."

Quirrell sighed. The Knight Bus claims to be on a mission. The problem is... Quirrell looked at the shadow of the basilisk. It was so huge that it looked like a fire dragon.

Forget it, follow public morals and don't take pets on the bus.

A broom is even less likely.

Human wizards find it hard to ride a broom, and their buttocks, let alone basilisks, can't get in at all.

Floo powder is a good choice, as long as you have a big enough fireplace.

Quirrell was lost in thought.

Hogwarts must have it, it's still an old problem, Quirrell is walking in Hogwarts with a basilisk, the students are going to rebel!
Then there's Hogsmeade.

Quirrell patted his forehead hard.

It was protected by Hogwarts over there, and they entered the room in the middle of the night to borrow the fireplace. I am afraid that the Hogwarts professors would kill them before they could use the Floo network.

"In this case, there is only one way."

Voldemort said in a deep voice: "You lead the way, the basilisk crawls over!"

Quirrell: "..."

Come on master, I'm tired.

"No way," said Voldemort, "the basilisk doesn't know the way, you have to lead the way."

Voldemort encouraged: "It doesn't matter if you are suffering now, think about how it feels when you succeed in revenge and Avery and his little brothers kneel at your feet and ask for your forgiveness."

A hot current gushed out from Quirrell's heart, and the long-lost blood flooded his whole body.

Been aggrieved for a long time, it is rare to have a chance to revenge, Quirrell is unwilling to give up.

"As you wish, my lord."

An apparition of Qi Luo flashed hundreds of meters away, and the basilisk rushed over like a wild dog that had run loose. behind.

Just now, it cleared the way for Quirrell.

Now, it was Quirrell's turn to lead the way.

Apparition is not difficult for those who have learned it, and it does not consume much magic power, but Quirrell casts it too frequently, and it is hard to reach the vicinity of Gaunt's old house. gas.

Quirrell's stomach growled after he hadn't eaten at night and had worked hard for several hours.

There was a stench, and two dead mice landed at Quirrell's feet.

Where did this come from.

"This... the journey is long, and the basilisk stares at everyone to death. It has been hungry for too many years and ate a lot on the way." Voldemort explained: "The basilisk thinks it is a good friend with you, and is willing to share delicious food with you."

"Eat what you want."

Quirrell shook his head quickly, who would want to eat this kind of thing!

"I advise you to try it." Voldemort persuaded: "You think, you invite a friend you just met to dinner, you eat with gusto, and the friend suffers and hates you, what do you think?"

"What's more, what the basilisk gave you is the mouse it thinks is the most delicious!"

"It killed dozens of rabbits along the way, and only met four mice. It ate half of it and left the rest for the most honorable and sincere friends. Do you have the heart to live up to its kindness?"

Quirrell would rather eat rabbits.

These two mice don't know what species they are, they are black and dirty, and Quirrell has no appetite at all.

"Think about it." Voldemort continued to persuade: "It's a pet kept by Slytherin!"

"Give me some face, or it will be sad."

"It's sad, and it doesn't consider you a friend."

Tears welled up in Quirrell's eyes.

Master, can you speak straight in the future and don't beat around the bush.

The danger level of the basilisk is very high, and it is not considered a friend by the basilisk. What will happen?
Quirrell didn't want to know.

Feeling the stench and heavy pressure behind him, Quirrell picked up the dead mouse with trembling hands.

Quirrell finally looked up, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Don't bow your head, tears will fall.

He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, tore it with both hands, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Forget it, just eat three squeaks.

(End of this chapter)