Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"Ofer, come here." Brian hissed.

The silver lin snake flicked its tail and swam along the table leisurely, staring with its small red eyes, looking quite intelligent.

Ofer grew up quickly and is now more than two feet long, with silver scales shining beautifully.

"Master, what's the matter?" Ofer neighed softly, but Brian barely understood.

These days, he has been learning Parseltongue and Parseltongue from Slytherin's portrait. For this reason, he had to use his last testimony point in linguistic runes to make himself not look so stupid.

Tom was urging him to release the basilisk quickly, not wanting him to waste any more time. Brian was a little confused as to why Tom was so enthusiastic about this matter.

In the original book, if he had not chosen to open the secret room and attack the students, but instead silently devoured Ginny's life, he would have been resurrected long ago.

Brian couldn't understand Tom's brain circuitry and could only attribute everything to the fact that Tom's brain was indeed damaged by himself.

Brian had other ideas about how the plot would progress.

It was rare this year that he could grasp the progress of the plot, so he decided to test the mechanism for obtaining witness points.

In the first incident, he wanted to control the basilisk to attack Mrs. Norris on Halloween, in order to test whether it would have any effect if he was the heir.

This is the premise of everything.

Of course, there is another important reason, that is, he must limit the basilisk's ability.

He tested it with a white mouse a few days ago. The pair of glasses left by Slytherin can indeed effectively block the magic of the basilisk's gaze. This is good news.

But for everyone else, the basilisk is too evil and dangerous.

No one was killed in the several attacks by the basilisk in the original book. This is definitely a matter of great luck. He couldn't guarantee how things would turn out with his intervention.

It is true that Brian is an egoist and does not care about benefiting himself at the expense of others, but he is not so crazy that he kills his classmates to strengthen himself.

What's more, once someone really dies because of this, things will become a big deal, and Brian will have no way to turn back.

Brian's plan is to petrify a few people for a period of time and maintain the plot of the original work. Why not get the maximum benefit at the minimum cost?

Brian knew that only looking directly into the basilisk's eyes would kill him. He wanted to make sure no one looked directly into the basilisk's eyes.

This is difficult to control, but if we focus on the source, it doesn't seem to be that difficult to solve.

Maybe he could put a pair of "glasses" on the basilisk.

So he was recently studying the pair of goggles he got from home, which have two special abilities: the ability to automatically adjust size and shape to fit any living creature, and the ability to become invisible when worn.

And Brian tried to add another ability to it: indestructibility.

You know, when the basilisk activates its ability, its gaze is likely to corrode glass and other things.

After many attempts and the guidance of Slytherin's portrait, Brian finally discovered that he did not have the ability to make stable multi-functional alchemical items.

He planned to chant a spell directly on the goggles. Although it wouldn't last long, it was still feasible to control the time of each use.

After several tests, Brian obtained various data and obtained the best solution.

The basilisk was not obedient, but fortunately it could not disobey Brian's orders. This was very good news.

While Brian was intensively preparing for the plot, Blaise Chabini also celebrated his birthday.

During the summer vacation, Brian and the three of them had reached a tacit agreement to tease Blaise once on his birthday, so as to at least make him realize what his problem was.

At Brace's birthday party, Brian handed him a bottle of drink. After Brace drank it, his whole body became like a colorful marquee, shining with dazzling light, making him the well-deserved focus in everyone's eyes.

Draco smiled evilly and placed hundreds of specially customized fireworks on the field. They hovered and shone in the air, forming a sentence: Happy birthday to Blaise Sabine, Blaise is the most handsome, Blaise is invincible in the world... …

The sparkling fireworks illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime. Countless little wizards came out to watch and commented on the sentences.

Theodore prepared eighteen large-mouthed tree frogs. Their green bodies were tied with pink ribbons. They surrounded Blaise and sang an exaggerated song with a loud voice: Who is the best in the world? people? Blaise Chabini! Handsome and smart? Blaise Chabini…

Daphne couldn't help but cover her eyes, and casually handed Blaise a large bundle of chirping flowers.

Blaise stood at the center of everyone's attention, holding a large group of flowers, with various colors changing from top to bottom, like a brightly decorated neon light.

He stood blankly for a while, then laughed and started humming along with the song.

"Oh, that's great! This is really the best birthday I've ever had!" Blaise was still sighing the next day, ignoring the strange looks from the little wizards around him, and seemed a little unsatisfied.

"Of course, some of the lyrics are still a bit exaggerated." He coughed lightly, "But this birthday is really perfect!"

"They are all looking at you!" Draco covered his face and faced the gazes of all the little wizards. He felt that it was embarrassing to stand with Blaise.

"Oh, so what?" Blaise raised his head proudly, "It's just the jealousy of a group of mediocre people. It won't affect me at all."

"Okay, you go first, we will arrive later." Theodore stopped and said with a dull face.

Watching Blaise leave, Draco covered his face and said, "What made his aesthetics distort like this? His mother is obviously a beautiful woman with great taste!"

"Maybe it's because of his mother. You know his family's situation..." Brian sighed helplessly. Everyone is wondering how long Madame Chabini's seventh husband will last.

Theodore pursed his lips and said, "Maybe we should think about how to deal with him when it's our birthday."

Brian and Draco looked at each other, both guessing what kind of nightmare it would be.

…

Accidents always come unexpectedly, beyond all plans.

Two days before Halloween, something big happened in Gryffindor, which shocked the entire school.

Colin Creevey, a first-year student, fell asleep one night and never woke up.

The professors sent the unconscious boy to the school hospital, but everyone was helpless.

"No one is better at handling this situation than me!" Lockhart vowed. He waved his wand and tried to cast a spell on Creevey, but was driven out of the room by Madam Pomfrey.

"Albus, this child's soul is missing. We must find it, otherwise I have no choice." Madam Pomfrey said with a worried look.

"Was it taken away by something?" Professor McGonagall's voice was choked, "Then this is no different from death."

"No, Minerva." Dumbledore's blue eyes scanned Creevey intently, "It's like a separated soul. The soul seems to be trapped by something, but the connection between the soul and the body is still close."

"There is nothing wrong with his body and his soul is safe and sound." Dumbledore said, "But we must find it..."

"Albus, can you find it?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"No, this is what I feel strange about." Dumbledore said with deep eyes, "All my attempts have been isolated, as if the entire castle is blocking me. But it is in the castle, this no doubt."

The disappearance of Colin Creevey's soul did not spread, and Madam Pomfrey isolated the school hospital and did not allow anyone to visit. The young wizards are currently talking a lot, and most people think that Creevey is sick.

"He is indeed a Mudblood. He might have some strange disease." Draco said with contempt.

Crabbe and Goyle nodded dully in agreement.

Brian didn't answer. He was sitting in the armchair, with the silver lin snake wrapped around his hand, lost in thought.

"This is a situation that has never appeared in the original work. Is it the butterfly effect caused by me?"

"The probability is low. I didn't do anything too outrageous."

"No, is it...death?"

He had a bad feeling.

It seemed like he was going to question Slytherin in the Chamber of Secrets.

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