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Chapter 130 Taming the Basilisk
Chapter 130 Taming the Basilisk (Questionable)
"Ah~"
Roy walked into the office yawning, exhausted after finishing her morning classes.
Last night I ended up playing with Luna very late—face-to-face chatting is so much more fun than using the communication wristband!
As a result, she had to go to class with dark circles under her eyes because she had classes in the morning—thankfully, she was wearing a mask so the students wouldn't see her.
But—
"Ah~" Loila yawned again and unconsciously stretched like a kitten, her mouth wide open as if she wanted to swallow the sunlight in one gulp.
Okay—I can't yawn anymore now.
Loila pursed her lips and picked up a piece of draft paper from the table. It was covered with a series of snake-like characters.
However, this is not the ciphertext to be deciphered; Roy usually deciphers ciphertexts in the afternoon—this one contains a series of greetings.
Yes, friendly greetings, such as "Good morning" or "Have you eaten today?", are written in Parseltongue.
Loila spent about ten days writing this manuscript and then another day memorizing it—the time to see its effectiveness soon will come.
Loila pursed her lips, clenched the draft paper, and then recited it again in her mind—
Good morning, Mr. Basilisk. Have you eaten today? If not, please don't eat me yet, I have something to tell you—
Very good, very good—you've memorized it very well. When the time comes, you must sing it out with feeling.
That's right, this was prepared in advance by Loira to communicate with the Basilisk. After talking with Hagrid before Christmas, Loira had been thinking about how to deal with the Basilisk.
It has to be said, the idea of becoming the master of a basilisk seems pretty cool! So, after Loila had fully mastered Parseltongue, she began to try to put together a greeting.
This manuscript was written at the same time as the manuscript originally prepared for Mr. Lovegood, and it has been revised countless times. Roy is sure that no wizard or basilisk will feel offended!
Then let's get started!
Loila gently waved her wand to lock the office door, then drew the curtains shut.
Only then did she carefully open her spatial expansion book and turn to the page about the basilisk.
As soon as Roy opened that page, he heard some intermittent snake hissing.
Unfortunately, Loila's Parseltongue skills are still a bit lacking, making it somewhat difficult for her to translate such vague and intermittent words.
So she could only purse her lips, tighten her wand, and gently tap the book.
"Whoosh!"
Loila appeared in the book in a flash. Before her was a huge auditorium with broken chairs and benches everywhere. In addition, there was a wall with the scarred words "For the greater good" engraved on it.
Ah, that's right—this is Durmstrang's Auditorium, the very place where Royla randomly flipped to that page back then—
What about the snake monster?
Loila carefully surveyed her surroundings—although she had lost her eyes, as a basilisk, she could still smell Loila's scent.
"Hiss hiss hiss—" But it seems there's no need for that anymore—because Loila heard the hiss of a snake coming from behind her.
And she understood what it meant.
"The food is delicious!"
"Buzz!"
Loila vanished from her spot in an instant, and using Apparition, she appeared on the high platform of the auditorium, facing the basilisk that had just been standing behind her.
"Hiss hiss hiss!" The basilisk cursed and shook its head after its failed attack. Loila didn't want to translate this, because it wasn't something a lady should say.
Seeing the basilisk about to pounce again, Loila flicked her wand, lifting the entire floor of Durmstrang Auditorium. The bricks crashed into the basilisk like waves, interrupting its charge.
Then Loila pointed her wand horizontally, causing the tables and chairs in the hall to turn into long, thin magical ribbons that flew up, one end wrapping around the ceiling of the hall, and the other end spinning around the basilisk.
To communicate with the basilisk, you first need to control it. Loila didn't think she could stop it with just her two off-key hissing sounds.
"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss!"
The basilisk, bound by Loila, struggled and roared, but thankfully this time it wasn't a curse, but simply: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Are you Voldemort? How can you be so—so cruel?
Loila looked at the basilisk, which was now completely under the control of the magic ribbons, coughed lightly, and then walked up to it.
Hmm—the simplest part is done, now comes the most difficult part.
Offer the basilisk a well-prepared, friendly greeting.
Loila took a deep breath, her boots clicking on the floor as she repeatedly recited her script in her mind.
Very good—very good, just as Lord Grindelwald said, speak with confidence—that's right, take a deep breath!
"call--"
Loila blinked and looked at the basilisk.
The following is a translation.
"Early morning—to get—Mr. Basilisk—"
"Die! Die! Die! Die! I'm going to eat you!"
"Um—have you eaten—have you eaten?"
"I'm going to eat you! You must taste delicious!"
"If—if there's no food—please—"
"You Mudblood wizard! I'm going to eat you! Eat you!"
"Please don't eat me—"
"Hiss hiss hiss! (Parasitic language)"
Loila was silent for a few seconds, then took a few steps back somewhat awkwardly.
Why does it feel like it's not working at all?
And it seems even angrier!
Loila blushed with embarrassment as she watched the writhing serpent and the foul language escaping its mouth.
Don't say that! No matter what you say, I won't translate it!
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Loila was surprised that her carefully prepared speech seemed to have no effect—the basilisk seemed to be starving, with only food and killing on its mind—and the only other things it said were swear words.
Who was your previous owner? How rude of you!
Loila pouted as she looked at the basilisk, unsure of what to do—but in any case, the idea of communicating with it in snake language had clearly failed.
But didn't Hagrid say that Parsleyan can communicate with Basilisks?
Ah—Loila suddenly remembered that Hagrid seemed to have said that basilisks usually have owners—Loila originally thought that the owner of this basilisk was already dead.
Now it seems—could he still be alive?
And the fact that it's so obsessed with eating mud and planting things—could it be because it's its owner's order?
Who is its owner? Could it be Dumbledore? — That's unlikely — Wait, why don't I ask him?
"Is your master Dumbledore?" Royla asked in Parseltongue.
"Hiss hiss hiss!"
That was a really dirty insult—but a good one—which means Roy can now rule out the possibility that its owner is Dumbledore.
So who else could it be?
"Is your master Hagrid?"
"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss!"
"You—you—this guy!"
How dare you swear like that, you basilisk monster!
Loila gritted her teeth, barely able to contain herself, and swung her wand. A ghastly green killing curse struck the basilisk and bounced aside.
Although it didn't have much effect, it did stop it from insulting Hagrid.
"Ah—" But if it weren't Hagrid and Dumbledore—Loy couldn't imagine anyone at Hogwarts being so bored as to keep magical creatures or so wicked—
"Who is your master?" Loila thought for a moment and then asked directly.
"Hiss hiss hiss!"
The heir to Slytherin?
Who is this?
This answer stunned Royla—and Slytherin himself wasn't even dead, so how could there be an heir?