HP solves the mystery

Severus poked the basilisk's body again in amusement and thought for a while.

"You get half of the galleons in that vault, and you keep the key yourself."

Haierbo's snake tail moved, thinking about how many lambs and snacks that money could buy.

"Some of the skins I shed are in the underground tunnels of Hogwarts and should still be found, and some are in the Forbidden Forest. I think the centaurs took them away." The basilisk answered honestly, no. It was only because Severus said that half of the money in the treasury belonged to it, even though it shed its skin several times.

Severus rubbed his chin, thinking about the possibility of quietly taking the snake out of the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets.

It was just a few days before school started, and he didn't plan to continue brewing the potion, so he stayed at home and watched TV with the Basilisk and spent a few days leisurely.

Regulus on the other side stayed with Voldemort for a whole summer vacation. After seeing Voldemort's powerful magic and perfect control of things, he already admired Voldemort very much, and now he is even more fanatical.

Due to his father's reasons, Barty Jr., besides being at home during the summer vacation, watched the officials from the Ministry of Magic come to visit his father. For this reason, he also extracted some information from the conversations, which could be considered as a side contribution to the Death Eaters.

Mulciber and Avery were much more upright. They were originally a pure-blood family and were assigned many tasks during the summer vacation. The strangest thing was that the man asked them to get a lot of Muggle death row prisoners.

The wizards who joined the Death Eaters discovered the changes in Voldemort's policies. The most obvious thing was that he asked people to start collecting the modern development history of Muggles and new weapons in the wizarding world. It was said to the outside world that he was to better enslave Muggles.

They were extremely confused, but did not have the courage to ask face to face.

Close ministers such as Lucius and Regulus could not bear to be disturbed and could only reveal that Voldemort was traveling abroad.

As September enters, the weather becomes increasingly clear.

Severus packed his luggage and took the basilisk with him, then took a second-hand car that Zhang Mingyuan had tinkered with from nowhere and drove to King's Station.

"Can't I really go in and take a look?" Zhang Mingyuan asked again. He had long wanted to go to the Wizard's Express Palm Eye.

Severus thought he was quite persistent. He had known him for such a long time and still couldn't forget Station Nine and Three-Quarters.

"I'm afraid not." Severus pursed his lips and walked through the wall as he watched.

Zhang Mingyuan was left standing alone in the station, messy in the wind. It was fine in China. Why was it still like this after going abroad?

Severus met Andre in the compartment at the end of the train. When the train started, they bought some snacks and started reading.

Outside the box, the prefects were patrolling the corridors. The Slytherin and Gryffindor prefects turned their heads and snorted coldly when they saw each other, not wanting to see anyone.

"Hey, Regulus, why are you writing this..." Little Barty came back from patrol and saw Regulus scribbling with a quill, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Regulus glanced at him, calculated the formula, and nodded with satisfaction.

"I asked my mother for the money donated to Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic and the school directors in recent years..." Regulus frowned and blew dry the ink, "I seriously doubt that Principal Dumbledore used most of the money to buy Duke Bee’s dessert..." He paused, "I invest so many gold galleons every year, but the school is still the same..."

Little Barty took the book and looked at it, took a breath, closed his eyes and read it carefully.

"Haha, not necessarily. After all, the castle is so big, there are so many teachers and students, and there are so many house elves, and they eat a lot every day." Little Barty counted the expenses one by one, "There are also subsidies for poor students. , these all cost money!”

"But, our school doesn't have that many poor students, at least not that many orphans." Regulus interrupted Barty Jr., the school's funding was conditional, and not everyone could get it, "Do you remember what Dumbledore is doing behind the scenes? That group of people?”

Little Barty was silent for a while, thinking of the Order of the Phoenix that was against the Death Eaters, and silently returned the book to him.

"Then what's the use of this? You're not the one paying for it." Little Barty sat back, took out the cherry and ate it.

Regulus replied, "Let my mother donate less next year. We won't be taken advantage of."

"..." Little Barty looked confused.

The train was still speeding, and the little wizards in the car were all dozing off sleepily.

When they arrived at school in the evening, Hagrid ordered the first-year students to take a boat ride on the river.

The senior class is preparing to take the carriage pulled by the Thestrals to the castle.

Regulus lost his youthful youthfulness, his eyes were deep-set, his posture was upright, he became more calm and charming, and the smile raised at the corner of his mouth captured the hearts of countless girls.

Andre took Severus and sat together with two Hufflepuff students, chatting about the gossip of the summer vacation.

Severus glanced at Regulus several times, feeling very sad, but knowing that the current situation was more beneficial to him. He looked around boredly and found that not far away, Potter pulled Lily into the carriage. Peter Pettigrew was left behind, and he could only watch the three friends sitting together and leaving.

Severus thought thoughtfully. It was no wonder that Peter Pettigrew felt unbalanced later.

In fact, this is normal. Potter is a noble after all, not to mention Sirius. Two young masters who belong to the same aristocratic circle naturally play better. Lupine is already weak as a werewolf, so he has two nobles as partners. It was a dream come true; Peter was a little behind, and if he didn't live in the same dormitory, he wouldn't necessarily be taken along.

After all, when there was no distinction between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, the connections between nobles were relatively close. What's more, the Black family has connections all over the magical world, while the Potter family has a sparse population; the small nobles also look up to the big nobles.

The opening banquet at Hogwarts was still the same as before. Most of the students went to Gryffindor, and a small number of freshmen were assigned to other houses. Then they sang the school song together and lined up to go back to their respective house dormitories.

In the dormitory, Andre took off his wizard robe and put on his newly bought silk pajamas, and yawned.

"I have to sing this song every time school starts. It's so annoying." He rubbed his eyes and lay down on the bed. He felt sleepy after eating, and the long ride in the car made him exhausted. "Good night, Severus. .”

"Good night, Andre." Severus answered without raising his head as he packed his things.

The sun was shining brightly the next day, but the students who got up early were not so happy when they saw the news in the Daily Prophet.

"Death Eaters appeared again, Muggle neighborhoods were bombed, causing countless casualties." Such a sensational headline was printed on the front page. The students who were frightened by the severed limbs turned pale.

Before the first years even knew what was happening, a brawl began in the hall.

The Gryffindor even pulled out his wand and almost pointed it at the Slytherin student's nose to cast a spell.

"Quiet. Please focus on eating!" Professor McGonagall's stern voice echoed throughout the hall, her eyes full of disapproval.

"Hmph, evil, damn Slytherin!"

"Let me just say it's not a good idea. Muggles have been attacked again. Fortunately, it's not near my house."

"Hey, it's a good thing I didn't go to Slytherin, they were all a bunch of dark wizards!"

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The Slytherin students listened to the whispers around them, their faces turned blue and white, and they couldn't even eat breakfast. They went to class in twos and threes.

Severus stuffed the "Daily Prophet" into his book bag and quickly followed the large army. Although he was not afraid of fighting, it was very annoying.

In fact, the battle in the wizarding world has begun in the 70s, and is now at a fevered stage, with the Death Eaters at the top and the Order of the Phoenix at a disadvantage.

Logically speaking, Gryffindor students should tuck their tails between their legs or stay away, but for some reason, they have the arrogance and courage to overpower the three major houses at Hogwarts.

Starting from the fifth grade, students at Hogwarts have been busy. Not to mention the OWLS exam, the Apparition exam they studied in the sixth grade and the NEWTS exam in the seventh grade will give them a headache, not to mention having to play part-time as a Quirk. Diqi, this makes the limited time even more stressful.

Fighting and other things are all done under the fifth grade, but if they don't care about their studies, there are also senior students who fight and kill all day long.

Another day of Quidditch practice was over, and Potter was proudly telling Lily about his heroic deeds with his good brothers in teasing two Death Eaters during the summer vacation. Jenny was cheering on the side, and even clapped her hands when she was so excited.

Sirius leaned against Lupine, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, looking at the white clouds in the sky boredly.

Peter Pettigrew was doing his homework on the stone pillar beside him. He occasionally raised his head to look at them. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes were gloomy.

[Severus, if you don’t like them, I’ll bite them to death! Swallow them into my stomach and no one will be able to detect them. ] The basilisk spat out the message, and stared at Peter Pettigrew who was doing his homework with his eyes like yellow glass balls. This man seemed very delicious.

After several months of eating and drinking, the basilisk Herbo had more energy to control the petrification function of its eyes. It can now see people with its eyes open without turning them to stone, otherwise Severus would not dare to do so. Let it out a snake.

"No, it really isn't." A drop of cold sweat fell from Severus's forehead, and the silent basilisk raised its head for praise. Is this a dragon that kills people and destroys corpses?

[Oh, okay then.] When the basilisk heard his refusal, it shook its tail indifferently. The lamb was better, well, plus the ice cream in Diagon Alley.

"I just think... shouldn't little wizards be the hope for the future of the magical world..." Severus stood by the window of the castle, looking down at the little wizards playing on the grass, his eyes full of confusion, "School is for teaching and educating people. place, but I feel that this is one of the battlefields of the future.”

He said the last half of the sentence almost in a whisper, and his voice was so low that even he himself couldn't hear it.

The basilisk didn't know why, and stretched out its tail to sweep Severus' chin, indicating that he was hungry and wanted to eat.

Severus stared into its amber eyes for a while and sighed, "I lost to you. You should save some food. We have only been back from Hogsmeade for three days!"

The basilisk pretended not to understand and hid its head in the wizard's robe. It refused to listen and chanted sutras. Who made those candies so small?

Severus was helpless. He sometimes wondered whether Salazar was locked in the secret passage of Hogwarts school because the basilisk ate too much?

Time flies, and it’s November, and another full moon is about to come.

After checking the potion in her hand, Madam Pomfrey handed it to Lupin, held the wand and led people to the Shrieking Shack.

Madam Pomfrey checked the chains tied to Lupine again and again before leaving with confidence.

When the full moon appeared, Lupine, who drank the wolfsbane potion, rolled on the ground in discomfort, his mind became confused, and the pain made him start to self-mutilate... By the time he finally transformed into a werewolf, he was already covered in blood...

Terrifying sounds resounded in the Screaming Shack, and people around it became more convinced of the rumors that it was haunted.

The three Potters walked out of the castle wearing invisibility cloaks, turned into Animagus before passing through the Whomping Willow, and asked Peter, who had turned into a mouse, to press the scar and enter the Shrieking Shack.

They free Lupin, the imprisoned werewolf, and leave the Shrieking Shack, wandering around the school and village at night.

The basilisk Herbo, who came to the Forbidden Forest to help Severus collect moongrass, flicked his tail. What was that sound? Aren't the werewolves supposed to be over there in the swamp? Why are you here?

"Leave immediately after collecting!" A deep voice sounded from deep in the trees.

Hearing the familiar voice, Haierbo turned around and looked at the snake, spat out a message, and narrowed his vertical pupils.

The dense bushes were opened by big hands, and a man, or a horseman, spread his hooves and ran out with a bow and arrow on his back. The horseman's hair was as dark as the night, just like the horse's body.

【Bacchus? ] The basilisk shouted, then shook his head in denial. Although the two looked alike, they were centaurs from a thousand years ago.

"That's my ancestor, Herbo. I'm Bain." After the thick-browed and big-eyed black-haired centaur understood what the basilisk said, he took out the pendant on his chest and looked at it up and down, "I didn't expect you. …can it become like this…”

And the eyes can't stare at someone who turned to stone. It's really... strange... the centaur thought.

Although the centaur Bain was thinking about something, he saw that the basilisk had a bag hanging around its neck and it was difficult to move around. He reached out to pick up the basilisk, and helped pull out some moonlight grass and stuff it inside.

"We all thought you were dead. You didn't eat the food we threw into the hole." Bain moved his horse's hooves and asked with concern, "Have you switched to eating grass? Do you want to pick some thorn berries for you? ?”

The basilisk lazily patted the centaur's hand, indicating that he wanted to eat.

[Hiss... What happened to the werewolf just now? Have you redrawn the territory? 】The basilisk waited until the bag was almost full and ate a thorn fruit in its mouth before twisting its body and asking.

Bain, the centaur, picked some more twisters and put them into his bag. Hearing this, he replied, "They are not pure-bred werewolves from the swamp. They are outsiders. They have fought with werewolves from the swamp before..."

【Why not expel it? Don't you find it annoying? 】 Haierbo asked curiously. Most of it had been sleeping in the tunnel before. Except for getting up when hungry to eat, it didn't care much about the outside world.

"The werewolf only appears during the full moon, and he is accompanied by his companions. I came to watch at night to watch over them and not to harm the people in the nearby villages." Bain, the centaur, said as he walked with the basilisk on his back, and soon came to the forbidden area. On the edge of the forest.

[Okay, you guys are quite nice. ] The basilisk rolled up the bag and said goodbye to him, [I will come to play with you in a few days and bring you delicious food! 】

Bain, the centaur, responded and stared at its wandering back in a daze for a while before returning to the Forbidden Forest.

The stars have deviated from their original orbits, and I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse.

The basilisk Herbo returned to the cellar with the fruitful bag, washed himself in the fragrant water, dried the water on his body, and then slept on the soft bed.

Damn, what a hard day for the snake. Haierbo sighed, and then fell into sleep.