Ever since Myrtle was killed by the basilisk fifty years ago, this bathroom has been almost abandoned. No one wants to use the toilet here.

It's not that they think it's unlucky, but no one wants a head to suddenly pop out of the toilet when they are using the toilet, and then chatter and cry non-stop. Myrtle is very unpopular even among ghosts, second only to the evil Peeves.

Over time, no one wanted to use the toilet here anymore.

When Cyrus entered the bathroom, he did not see Myrtle, probably because she was flushing herself into the Black Lake again.

That's a good thing.

Cyrus walked to the sink, where the mirror reflected Ginny's lovely face. It's not that Ginny's appearance is completely different from the one in the movie, but it can be said that she is completely different. In fact, she is much cuter.

He praised it and found the copper faucet that was not producing water according to Riddle's memory. There was an inconspicuous snake carved on the edge of the faucet.

"Open!"

Cyrus opened his mouth and let out a horrible hissing sound. He inherited all of Riddle's talents, including the Parseltongue.

Suddenly, the faucet emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then, the pool also started to move, slowly sinking and disappearing from his sight, revealing a very thick water pipe that could accommodate a person.

Cyrus jumped down without hesitation. Of course, he did not forget to close the door of the secret room to avoid any accidents.

It was like rushing down a dark, slimy, endless slide, and he could see many more pipes branching off in all directions, but none as thick as this one. Soon the slide was almost at the bottom, a black rock tunnel.

Cyrus cast a flying spell to make himself float so that he wouldn't fall to the ground.

The rock tunnel was very humid and there was a lot of mud, but he himself was quite clean.

"The sun is shining—"

A huge bright light flew out from the magic wand and hung above Cyrus' head like a sun, illuminating almost the entire tunnel.

The tunnel leading to the secret room is dark and damp, probably because it is built under the Black Lake, so the stalactites above would drip a few drops of water from time to time, making the road in the cave very muddy.

Cyrus was glad that Voldemort had invented a flying spell, because he felt a little sick when he thought that the water dripping from his head was connected to the Black Lake, which was the place where the excrement from so many toilets in Hogwarts accumulated.

But in fact, not to mention that the self-purification ability of the huge Black Lake itself is enough to deal with those filth, the process of water droplets seeping through the soil alone has filtered out the impurities.

Going further in, a huge monster with a mouth big enough to swallow an adult appears vividly in the darkness. This is the snake king's shed, a layer of snake skin full of treasures.

Voldemort looked down on this thing, but Cyrus thought it was a bit strange. After all, the basilisk had not appeared in Britain for many years.

Even if there are basilisks in other places, they may not grow so big, and their lifespan may not be so long.

"Then we can find a way to take it away!"

The basilisk's skin itself has a strong resistance to magic. Whether it is used to make armor, soak wine, or as a material for making potions, it is very precious.

After walking around the huge snake skin and going further in, the tunnel turned one corner after another, and finally found a solid wall in front of us, on which were carved two snakes entangled with each other, with big, sparkling emeralds in their eyes.

"Open!"

Cyrus made a hissing sound, which sounded like an evil spell. He was like the king of snakes, commanding everything here! The two snakes separated, and the stone wall split in the middle, slowly sliding to both sides and disappearing. Behind the door was a long, dimly lit room. Many stone pillars with coiled and entangled snakes carved on them supported the ceiling that melted into the darkness above, casting long and strange black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mysterious mist.

Cyrus took Ginny's wand and strode between the stone pillars where giant snakes were coiled.

He was so familiar with this place, he felt as comfortable as if he were back home, and his footsteps produced hollow, loud echoes between the ghostly walls.

When he was parallel to the last pair of stone pillars, a statue as tall as the room itself suddenly appeared before him, clinging to the dark wall behind it.

It was an old, monkey-like face, with a long, sparse beard that almost reached the hem of the wizard's stone-carved robe, and two large, gray feet standing on the smooth floor of the room.

Is this Slytherin himself? Cyrus raised his head and looked up. The statue was ugly, but it didn't matter, he was handsome anyway. And compared to Slytherin's power, his appearance was no longer that important.

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

Slytherin's huge stone face moved, its mouth began to open, and it became bigger and bigger, finally forming a huge black hole.

Cyrus closed his eyes to avoid being hurt by the basilisk's magic. Then he heard something moving in the statue's mouth, sliding up from the depths of the statue. A moment later, a heavy object hit the ground, and the whole secret room shook.

He could hear its heavy body sliding slowly across the dusty ground.

Not long after, Cyrus opened his eyes again and saw the appearance of the basilisk with his own eyes.

Its scales were green, but they reflected colorful luster. Its huge body swam across the floor of the secret room, forming a huge circle around Cyrus. Finally, its upper body stood up from behind Cyrus, and its eyes, which were bigger than light bulbs, floated above Cyrus' head! This was proof of its obedience. The innate Parseltongue had the power to make snakes submit, but the acquired Parseltongue was just a language.

Having slept for fifty years was only a brief moment in the basilisk's life. Now, it seemed to have gained another chance to be reborn, and its terrifying magic power was unleashed wantonly.

"Be quiet!"

Cyrus ordered.

The basilisk immediately surrendered.

"Don't worry, you will be able to move freely soon. Before that, we need to be patient." Cyrus raised his lips slightly. He just came here to check on the condition of the basilisk today. As for the attack, it is better to wait until Halloween Eve. If there is no unexpected situation on Halloween at Hogwarts, it always feels like something is missing.

After all, who can say that this ghost festival doesn't have some magic 　?

(End of this chapter)