Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

The small room was in a mess, with signs of being scorched by the fire everywhere. Even the Mirror of Erised was not spared.

Most of the golden frame was melted, the mirror surface was also gray, and there were cracks everywhere.

Quirrell was gone.

When he touched Harry, his body began to quickly turn black, like a plaster statue that had been drained of moisture, until it was reduced to ashes.

The moment Voldemort died, he turned into a ghost-like thing and rushed out of the room.

At this time, only Harry and Kyle were left here, as well as Dumbledore, who had just arrived.

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After entering the room, Dumbledore frowned and looked at Kyle deeply.

But after a moment, he looked away and said with a smile: "If I read it correctly, you were just about to use Ten Thousand Curses to End.

It seems that Professor Flitwick is right, you have indeed mastered this spell, which is not easy. "

"I just happened to see it in the library during vacation."

Kyle helped Harry who was lying on the ground, "Actually, I can't guarantee that I can succeed every time. Fortunately, you are here..."

"No need to be modest, Kyle."

Dumbledore blinked and said, "Have I told you before? You are the best little wizard I have ever seen...and you always bring me new surprises."

"You're honored." Kyle said with some embarrassment: "If you hadn't improved this curse, Professor, I might not have even had the chance to learn it. You are the real master.

"What you said made me blush a little..." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It's just a coincidence, and it's not my fault alone."

Just as the two were exchanging commercial blows, Harry, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stretched out his arms tremblingly.

He thought he could still save something...

The impact of Quirrell had not completely disappeared. The heart-wrenching pain made Harry unable to even utter a complete sentence.

If possible, he really wanted to go to the school hospital first.

"Oh, Harry...I'm sorry." Dumbledore quickly took him towards the school hospital.

Kyle left with him.

After returning to the castle, Dumbledore suddenly stopped and turned around and said: "Fire is a very dangerous black magic, and its effects are not as simple as burning.

If you have nothing else to do next, I suggest you also go to the school hospital for a check-up. "

"Okay, Professor." Kyle nodded and said, "But before that, can I go back to the dormitory first? Cedric and the others should be very anxious."

"It's understandable..." Dumbledore said, "But remember to be quick."

After that, he took Harry and left.

But Kyle did not go back to the dormitory, but came to the second floor, Myrtle's bathroom.

After seeing Voldemort just now, he suddenly thought of something.

Basilisk...

Kyle always believed that one must have the blood of Slytherin to control the basilisk, but he found that he seemed to be wrong.

If Riddle was a basilisk controlled by bloodline fifty years ago, what about fifty years later...

Newt once said that all artificially cultivated creatures have one characteristic in common.

In order to better control these dangerous creatures and avoid being backlashed, the creators will forcefully instill a certain will into them from the beginning.

This also causes their brains to be very confused, and the more powerful the creature, the more so.

Basilisks are naturally no exception, so it is impossible for them to remember a wizard's face and voice for a long time.

Not to mention that the basilisk in the secret room has been sleeping for fifty years, even if it only sleeps for five days, its memory will be formatted once.

Diary Riddle doesn't even have a body, so how can he control the basilisk.

But if it's a soul...why not Harry!

As the last Horcrux, he also has Voldemort's soul fragments in his body. To a certain extent, he is the same as Riddle in the diary. It makes no sense!

Kyle felt like he had guessed the key to the problem...

He eagerly wanted to verify it before the effects of the blessing elixir wore off.

And the elixir also told him that he should come here.

Arriving at the door of the bathroom, Kyle quickly took off the quill caught in the crack of the door, opened the door and walked in.

Myrtle was not here, and the bathroom was very quiet.

Kyle opened the passage to the secret room with ease, got on his broom and rushed in.

The passage was still dark and damp, but Kyle no longer felt nervous about coming here for the first time.

He rode his broom and came to the stone wall as quickly as possible and entered the secret room.

Kyle looked at the statue of Slytherin, wondering if it was an illusion. He felt that this statue seemed a little different from the one he saw last time.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong, but he vaguely felt that the statue seemed to be more flexible.

But it should be impossible... This statue has been here for more than a thousand years, why did it suddenly change!

Kyle stared blankly at the position of the statue's eyes, wanting to study it more carefully.

But the next second, he suddenly thought that Dumbledore was still waiting for him in the school hospital.

If he spends too much time here, Dumbledore will probably go to the dormitory to find him, which will cause trouble.

"Forget it, there's not enough time, let's talk about it later."

Kyle, who came back to his senses, patted his head and felt a lot more awake.

Then he moved his eyes away from the statue, opened the box, placed all the remaining dozen or so roosters at the entrance, and fed them one by one the refreshing potion.

After doing all this, Kyle looked at the face of the statue again, opened his mouth and made a hissing sound.

This is the most important snake language that he learned a long time ago...

"Speak to me, Slytherin...the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."

Slytherin's huge stone face moved, and his mouth opened wider and wider, eventually forming a huge black hole.

Something woke up deep inside the statue and began to slide upwards rustlingly.

"Stop!" Kyle closed his eyes and shouted.

His hands were clasped tightly on the box.

This is a trial.

If the basilisk didn't listen to him and continued to crawl out, he would have to open the box as soon as possible.

Although the power of a dozen roosters is a little smaller, they can still pose a fatal threat to the basilisk.

Kyle's heart began to beat violently. He had never been so nervous as he was today.

For what seemed like only a moment, and what seemed like an eternity, Kyle suddenly realized that the subtle crawling sound in the statue had disappeared.

The basilisk really stopped moving.

A cold hoarse voice came from the statue.

"Follow your orders...Master..."

Done!

Kyle clutched his chest in excitement.

His previous guess was correct. The basilisk is just a magical animal. It cannot recognize the blood and soul of Slytherin. What really controls it... is the snake language that opens the statue!

That snake language should have been recorded in a special way, maybe in Hogwarts or somewhere else... but Kyle was certain that only a true heir of Slytherin could find it.

Find the snake language, then use Parseltongue to open the secret room, and you can become the master of the basilisk!

First the method of making Horcruxes, and now the basilisk... Voldemort is simply a treasure boy!

That professor’s shout was so worth it!