From Azkaban To Hogwarts

After sending Myrtle away, who became very sexual because of talking about death, William made an exception and rewarded himself with a piece of chocolate.

'Eh? ’

He casually opened the gift card and found that it was a brand new card.

Herpo the Foul (Note: This card really exists)

The first Greek black wizard to breed a basilisk.

"Why are all the strange cards stuffed into the chocolate frog..." William complained casually, preparing to stuff the cards into the pile he had accumulated.

But when he was about to put the card in, he suddenly stopped.

‘Basilisk? ’

He seemed to have heard this word somewhere, but he couldn't remember clearly.

Fuzzy memory, it must have been in Azkaban.

William tried to recall it, and those messy conversations were filtering through his mind like crazy.

When a group of boring prisoners who fed fleas talked about Muggles, they mentioned the legends of Muggles, saying that there are also basilisks in Muggles - no, they are not boring prisoners, they are the one who studies humans and horses with statistics. The researcher of this book, the one who almost came to work at Hogwarts with him!

‘You unlearned guys, haven’t you even heard of the basilisk in Muggle legend and the basilisk in the wizarding world? ’

On the door and window of the next cell, the professor looked at William and his cell with a disdainful expression on science - 'Yes, if a male egg is hatched under the body of a toad, a basilisk will hatch! ’

‘But what’s the use? ’ William conveniently stuffed the card into his card pile, ‘Could there be a basilisk in the castle? ’

He shook his head, put on his robes, and prepared to set off to find Dumbledore.

Although it was already midnight, the situation was urgent, and I guess the principal wouldn't mind - he went to find Hagrid late at night, and was killed twice by the real murderer in Hagrid's cabin after leaving the castle. He had seen many similar plots.

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‘Hold it, don’t laugh, William, for your salary, your position, and your safety, hold it back! ’

In Dumbledore's office, William forcibly told himself that he must control his expression.

There was nothing I could do about it, Dumbledore's pajamas were too - too in line with his usual style, especially the flat-topped tasseled hat. It was hard to believe that the person wearing it was actually the First White Wizard.

But Dumbledore's expression was not as casual as his pajamas. He looked at William solemnly.

"Professor William, is there another attack?"

"No, Professor." William looked at Dumbledore seriously, "If I guess correctly, I have already figured out what the stuff in the Chamber of Secrets is."

"Secret room?"

Dumbledore's expression suddenly became very strange, "Where is it?"

"It's not clear yet, but I think I have the answer to what is in the secret room now -" William took out the parchment he had prepared and put it on the table. "I found the victim of that year. She told me that she Saw something."

William quickly skipped the questions he had written and placed his fingers on the doubtful points he had summarized.

"A thousand-year lifespan, huge eyes, and the ability to trigger a curse by glaring at people. I think these are enough."

"Of course," said Dumbledore, a rare joy appeared on his face, "Professor Keltburn and Hagrid will find this guy easily."

"Phineas," Dumbledore turned to look at the portrait behind him, "can you call Professor Keltburn for me?"

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"A thousand-year lifespan, huge eyes, and glaring at people will work?"

The old professor stared at the conditions written by William and began to think about it, while Hagrid made no sound and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"It's a basilisk!"

The two of them said their answers almost at the same time, and then Hagrid scratched his head in embarrassment, "You do it, Professor."

"Okay," the old professor completely lost the sleepiness of being woken up in the middle of the night. He held William's parchment and gestured with his remaining hand, "Theoretically, the basilisk should be able to live for a thousand years. The cultivation of the first basilisk The basilisk of Haierbo has lived to be almost nine hundred years old. If Slytherin himself applies any magic to extend its lifespan, there should be no problem for a thousand years."

"Well, the basilisk's attack method is its venom-rich teeth and eyes. Its eyes have a lethal effect, as if..."

The old professor hesitated and patted the table with his wooden prosthetic hand.

"The first attack can be understood as it saw the poor fat monk and then sent the student to the hospital. But how did it happen that so many people were not injured in the second attack?"

"Could it be myopia?"

An unexpected statement came in, which made the old professor furious, "Does myopia make sense? That is a power similar to a curse. How can it be weakened by the power of myopia!"

‘Who? ’

William couldn't help but take a look, but he could only judge that the oil painting behind Dumbledore was talking about it, and he didn't know who it was.

"I'm afraid Dumbledore doesn't listen to cross talk every day..." William irresponsibly complained secretly about the portraits of the principal.

"It may be that aging has led to the weakening of magic power," the old professor shook his head helplessly, "It's hard to say specifically. I only heard about the basilisk that has lived for thousands of years..."

The thousand-year-old basilisk has become perfect on any map.

William didn't even have the desire to get involved in such a high-end topic. If he had to consider it himself, he would have to bring a dozen Dumbledores with him. Is a thousand-year-old snake monster something that ordinary wizards can bully?

"So, Albus?" The old professor suddenly became more energetic, "Where is the basilisk?"

"Professor!" Hagrid's expression became anxious, "I asked you to explain, not to catch me!"

"I will retire next year!" The old professor looked proud, straightened up a bit, and had an expression on his face that said, "I won't leave until Dumbledore agrees."

"Sorry," William said with an apologetic expression, "I just guessed what it was, but I haven't found the location of the secret room yet."

He had expected the old professor's frustrated expression, but Dumbledore interrupted him with a smile, "No, Professor William, you found it."

"found it?"

William raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes," Dumbledore pointed to the paper he brought, "You don't know Tom. He has never had that kind of hobby. He has excellent academic performance in school and would not go in and out of the women's bathroom at will. "

"So, there is no doubt that the location of the Chamber of Secrets is over there," Dumbledore ran his finger across the descriptions, "next to the toilet where Myrtle died."

"bathroom?"

Exclamations from different voices came from the portraits at the back.

"No wonder I can't find it!"

"I said, why haven't I repaired the whole school during the holidays? Which wizard has the nerve to carefully check the girls' bathroom!"

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ps: The next chapter is a bit late, there are still a thousand words left to finish...

Also, in fact, there was a line in the initial selection that was caused by that card, but after thinking about it, I discarded it...