This Hogwarts is not normal

The first one to know about the arrival of the basilisk was Aragog who was staying in his lair.

Fifty years ago, when it was only the size of Hagrid's palm, it already knew that Hogwarts Castle had its natural enemies.

"Run away, Mossag—"

It turned its back to the furry wife, "Take the children and leave the territory and head towards the castle."

Mosag raised his head, "What about you? Ever since that ghost thing stepped into our territory, I have felt instinctive fear."

"I'm old, and I don't have the strength to run away with you." Aragog turned around, his eight big gray eyes were full of sadness,

"If you see Hagrid, remember to thank him for me, thank him for helping our race for 50 years."

"Aragok—"

"Come on, Mosag, take the children and get out of here."

The reluctance in Mosag's eyes became firm.

It wants to survive, take the children away from the terrible natural enemies, and find a new land to continue living.

After finishing his last words, Aragog lay quietly on the ground.

Until Mosag walked out of the lair, it slowly closed its eight big eyes.

It is impossible not to be afraid of the basilisk, but it is the leader of the pack, and an old leader at that.

Mingyuan has already decided that it cannot leave here, the forbidden forest where it has lived all its life.

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McGonagall and Flitwick's judgments were not wrong, and the acromantula group came out in full force, all scattered and fled forward.

The empty space in that section is where the two of them are, and it is also the direction in which the basilisk is heading.

"We chose a good place." McGonagall recalled the wooden giant who was distracted.

There was movement in the smoke ahead, and the basilisk was already very close to them.

Flitwick waved his wand, creating a barrier in front of him, "Minerva, we are very lucky."

If the basilisk didn't shed its skin, they would be quite troublesome to deal with.

The sturdy scales can defend against physical and magical damage, and it is huge but can move flexibly in the forbidden forest.

The only things that can be called dangerous now are the gaze and the venom.

But the black smoke floated over and mixed with the original smoke.

The only thing the two need to beware of is the venom.

"His-"

"It's coming." Mag asked the two wooden giants in front to stretch out their hands.

Flitwick looked at the castle lit up in the distance, "Minerva, it seems that you don't need to activate that magic anymore."

"Yeah." McGonagall had some regrets on her face, but she was more relieved, "This idea is not Pomona's style. Could it be that Albus is back?"

"Maybe it's Vincent."

"Probably not." The corners of her mouth rose slightly, "The reason for that person's return is different from last year. Even with Severus around, it wouldn't take such a short time."

"They've grown." Flitwick felt a little resentful in addition to his joy.

It would be nice if there were six little ones plus a little eagle.

His mood was not depressed for a long time, because a giant silhouette could already be vaguely seen in the smoke ahead.

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The principal's office on the eighth floor.

There has been a stalemate here for more than ten minutes.

Tom's body didn't move, only his eyes were aimed outside the noisy gate.

He had the basilisk distract the professors in order to take away the Gryffindor sword.

The movement outside can only explain one thing, and that is that the students have all woken up.

The reason is unknown, but the situation is quite bad.

"Harry Potter, why don't we sit down and talk.

You can put the weapon just now around my neck so you don't have to worry about me picking up the wand, right? "

Of course Vincent knew that this was a test, to see if there was anyone else here.

Snape knew it too, and neither of them wanted to talk to Tom.

A promise means that there are still people there, and a failure to promise means that no one is there.

But no matter what the result is, Tom will not choose to believe it.

"I can give you a chance, Harry Potter—"

His expression was very kind, without any ferocity unique to dark wizards, "If the two of us work together, conquering the world will not be a problem."

Seduction is useless, especially for Vincent.

Compared with conquering the world, changing the world is more difficult and gives a greater sense of accomplishment.

"I know you are very concerned about the fact that my parents were killed by me, but I have a way to resurrect them."

"Da—" There was a crisp footstep in the silent principal's room.

Tom's dark eyes swept over.

In the front left, less than a meter away.

"I can do many incredible things, and resurrection is just the smallest of them."

He took a tentative step, "James Potter, isn't he? He's your father."

Snape was trembling under the Disillusionment Charm.

"And your mother, Lily Potter."

Vincent had to admire Tom's insight.

The only one who can hide under the eyes of a Legilimency master is an Occlumency master.

If Dumbledore was here, the stalemate would not have lasted until now.

So if there are others, they can only be gold medal undercover agents who are regarded as traitors.

But according to Snape's tight-knit personality, Tom with a nose would never know about his relationship with Harry's parents.

"Harry Potter, I can reunite your family and allow you to have—"

"Stop it!" Snape raised his wand, shining a bright light that couldn't be hidden.

Tom quickly lay down on the ground, and the triumphant smile on his mouth could not be hidden either.

With a "bang", Vincent was very suddenly sent flying by a powerful stun spell.

He almost smashed the entire round table to pieces, and the disillusionment spell covering the surface of his body was ineffective.

"It really is two people." Tom picked up his wand and blocked the oncoming spells one by one.

"Anger is a good emotion." He pointed his wand-holding right hand at Snape, grinning a particularly cruel one.

"It can help me find the enemy's flaws, and help me win the final victory - disarm you!"

In a rage, Snape slammed into the wall under the headmaster's portrait, and his wand flew into the air.

Tom caught it firmly, then turned sideways quickly.

The same bat helmet, the only difference is the clothes.

If Vincent was professional, Snape looked extraordinarily amateurish.

"Harry Potter, we can have a good talk."

He pointed his wand at the two of them one after the other, showing such an expression the moment he saw the Gryffindor sword.

I don't know why, but it does damage the soul.

Vincent, who was in a daze, never let go of his hands holding the sword.

Compared with Snape's gritted teeth expression, he was more and more confused about the wand pointing at him.

9 inches of cherry wood, the appearance is particularly exquisite, and the top quality is expensive.

And it's very familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before.

yesterday?No, it's tonight!

The wand in Tom's hand actually belonged to Lockhart!

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