The small room was in a mess, with traces of burning everywhere, even the Mirror of Erised was not spared.

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

Quirrell was gone.

When he touched Harry, his body began to turn black rapidly, like a plaster statue that had been drained of water, until it turned into ashes.

And at the moment of his death, Voldemort turned into a ghost-like thing and rushed out of the room.

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

…

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

But after a moment he looked away, smiled and said: "If I'm not mistaken, you were about to use the Ten Thousand Curses to End.

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

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

Kyle helped Harry up from the floor. "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 ever said this before? You are the best little wizard I have ever met... and you always bring me new surprises."

"You're too kind." Kyle said a little embarrassedly, "If it weren't for you, Professor, who improved this spell, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the chance to learn it. You are the real master."

"I am a little embarrassed by what you said..." Dumbledore smiled and said, "It was just a coincidence, and it is not my own achievement alone."

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

He thought he could still save it...

The influence brought by Quirrell had not completely disappeared, and the piercing pain made Harry unable to utter even a complete sentence.

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

"Oh, Harry... I'm sorry." Dumbledore hurriedly took him to the school hospital.

Kyle left with him.

After returning to the castle, Dumbledore suddenly paused, turned around and said, "Fireworks is a very dangerous dark magic, and the effects it brings are not just as simple as burning.

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

"Okay, Professor." Kyle nodded and said, "But before that, I want to go back to the dormitory first, okay? Cedric and the others must be very worried."

"I understand..." Dumbledore said, "but remember to be quick."

After that, he took Harry away.

But Kyle did not return to the dormitory. Instead, he went to the second floor, to Myrtle's bathroom.

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

Basilisk...

Kyle always thought that he had to have Slytherin blood to control the basilisk, but he found that he seemed to be wrong.

If Riddle used blood to control the basilisk fifty years ago, what about fifty years later...

Newt once said that all artificially bred creatures have one thing in common.

In order to better control these dangerous creatures and avoid backlash, the creators will forcibly infuse them with a certain will from the very beginning.

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

Basilisks are 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 snake monster in the secret room has been sleeping for fifty years. Even if it only sleeps for five days, its memory will be formatted.

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

But if it's a soul...why can't Harry!

He was eager to verify it before the effect of the Feling potion wore off.

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

Arriving at the bathroom door, Kyle quickly took off the feather pen stuck in the door crack, pushed the door open and walked in.

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

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

The passage was still dark and damp, but Kyle no longer felt the nervousness he had when he first came here.

He rode his broom as fast as he could to the stone wall and entered the secret room.

Kyle looked at the statue of Slytherin. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that this statue seemed a little different from the last time he saw it.

But he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, he just vaguely felt that the statue seemed more lively.

But that shouldn't be possible... This statue has been here for more than a thousand years, why would it suddenly change? Kyle stared at the position of the statue's eyes, wanting to study it more carefully.

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

If he spent too much time here, Dumbledore would most likely come to his dormitory to look for him, and that would be troublesome.

"Forget it, there's no time left, let's talk about it later."

Kyle came back to his senses and patted his head, feeling much more sober.

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

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

This was the most important snake language he had learned a long time ago...

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

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

Something awakened deep within the statue and began to rustle and slide upwards.

"Stop!" Kyle closed his eyes and shouted loudly.

His hands were clasped tightly around the box.

This is a test.

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 slightly 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.

It seemed like only a moment, but it also seemed like an eternity, before 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.

"I will obey your orders... Master..."

Done!

Kyle clutched his chest in excitement.

His previous guess was correct. The basilisk was just a magical animal. It could not recognize the blood and soul of Slytherin. What really controlled it... was the snake language that opened the statue! The snake language should have been recorded in a special way, maybe in Hogwarts, or maybe somewhere else... But Kyle was sure that only the true descendant of Slytherin could find it.

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

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

That call of professor was so worth it!

(End of this chapter)