Chapter 1275

The Basque Country is very comfortable now.

It's getting tired of that island. I didn't expect to be able to return to the paradise of its youth today, and eat a lot of its favorite food on the way.

But this comfort was soon broken.

It saw that the people in front of it suddenly stopped, and then the Basque Country sensed a tremor coming from underground. It coiled itself up with some unease, instinctively telling it that something was coming.

A huge vine, which was slightly smaller than Basque's body, broke through the ground and wrapped directly around Basque's body.

A violent struggle began.

The Basque did not know what this thing that attacked it was, it did not smell the food, but instinct drove it to struggle violently.

The physical strength of a thousand-year-old basilisk was no joke, but even so, the Basque Country fell to the upper hand in the strangulation of the vines.

Basque could feel his bones creaking, a strong sense of pressure all over his body. It took a bite of it, but it was confused.

Void. The vaunted poison had not killed the thing that had struck it, and it had not even been affected - neither the roar of the wounded, nor the familiar smell of blood to the Basques.

Nothing.

The Basque Country felt that the bite felt more like a tree that it had hit on the way. 23

The basilisk was puzzled, for in its mind, things that grew out of the ground didn't move at all.

Basque tightened his muscles and continued to strangle with what was wrapped around it. It even opened its eyes and tried to kill it directly with its natural abilities.

So something that puzzled the Basque even more was that it had not been able to find the enemy's eyes, let alone the eyes, and the Basque Country had not even been able to find its head.

Suddenly, Basque felt the pressure around him drop sharply, and what had been wrapped around him seemed to lose its strength and began to fall off.

The Basque saw through the tongue and cheek sockets.

It's the whitebeard. Basque remembered this man, and the castle was now in his hands, just like the Slytherin owner who raised it.

"Coil, Basque! Don't let it catch you again! And close your eyes!"

Suddenly, the Basque Country heard its familiar words. So it did so, coiling its whole body around it.

Varwell's surprise attack was aborted.

Dumbledore struck and burned the vines wrapped around the basilisk with flames, while Solim sliced them off piece by piece with a precise cutting charm.

"Is it already so thick just at the end?" Dumbledore frowned as he looked at the vine he had left behind, "Then this Valwell's territory may be bigger than I thought." "

A vine a few points larger than a normal adult's waist was about to burrow into the ground, and Solim raised his wand to lift it off the ground.

Cadmus walked over and tapped it with a cane.

"Alright, let's put it down. "

As soon as it touched the ground, the vine burrowed directly into the ground, and even the hole in the ground was quickly filled.

Solim didn't know what Cadmus had done, but Dumbledore seemed to see the name.

"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to take it back?"

Dumbledore asked, "That vine doesn't necessarily return to its original form, it can grow on its own." "

Cadmus looked into the depths of the Forbidden Forest and walked away.

"It will, I'll make sure of that. "

Willard descended from the tree with Sylna, and the group continued on, no one speaking.

There was no need for Cadmus to speak.

Dumbledore had come to spy on him, and he didn't need to speak.

Wellard was only responsible for the safety of Solim and Sylna, and the magical creatures were not in his mission. Naturally, there is no need to speak.

Silna ...... She didn't dare to speak.

As for Solim, he was still thinking about what had been revealed during the conversation between Cadmus and Dumbledore.

Cadmus had apparently done something to Valwell's broken vine, he couldn't understand himself, but Dumbledore must have seen something that led to that conversation.

Since Cadmus was sure that the broken vine would help him find Valwell's body, he could find it. It's just that Solim is not sure what means were used.

It was something different from that of ordinary wizards, and Solim was able to confirm that, and he guessed it might have something to do with soul magic.

As for whether Valwell, something more like a magical plant has a soul, who can say?

As he walked, Solim suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The depths of the Forbidden Forest were indeed dark, but it didn't seem to be so cold, was it? His body had even begun to tremble slightly.

But he quickly realized that it wasn't the temperature, it was himself.

He was scared. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

What's going on?

Solim was puzzled, he hadn't realized what was happening, and the body reacted on its own?

With a thought, Solim summoned his Patronus.

Suddenly, a warmth welled up from the bottom of my heart. The trembling of the body stopped.

"Sirna, recall your Patronus and don't leave your side. "[]

Solim said to his sister behind him, and then began to look around.

There are no anomalies.

Nothing, as it had just been when Valvel had been attacked, no insects, no birds, not even the sound of the wind sweeping the leaves.

There was a dead silence here.

"My Patronus is depleting at an accelerated pace. "

Sylna whispered, as if she was afraid of alarming something.

"Normal, it's exactly the same as the Dementors. Solim licked his lips, he had already guessed what it was, "Gohram was nearby. You can protect her, right, Willard?"

Willard glanced at him, feeling insulted.

"Think about it, what am I here for. "

Solim shrugged and didn't say anything more. He needs to adjust his form now, and the only means he can use to protect himself when facing a monster like Gohram is protection.

"I just don't know if Gohram is coming together or in a separate state. Solim thought to himself.

Gohram was created with a special ability - it was able to split into seven and perform 910 movements each.

One body with seven sides is one of the symbols of Gohlam. It can scatter those hate-filled faces to kill, or it can gather together.

Even if a detached face is completely destroyed or sealed by a wizard with powerful white magic, as long as it kills enough or absorbs enough hatred, it can re-conceive a face from its body.

It is extremely difficult to kill, with only a very limited number of spells that can damage it, and most of them are sacrificial white magic.

Dumbledore might, but if he sacrificed himself or some part of himself to destroy this kind of thing, let alone Dumbledore himself, even Cadmus would feel that it was not worth it.

Perhaps only Voldemort would like to see this.

"Voldemort?"

Thinking of this, Solim was directly stunned.

yes, why didn't he think that the latest Hogwarts events might be caused by Voldemort?

Riddle knew the same thing as he knew, Voldemort just changed his body, not his brain...... Well, if it's true, it's changed, but the memory and soul are still the same. If Voldemort had had the opportunity to use the contents of the Forbidden Forest to contain Dumbledore, he would have done so.

It would have been better if Dumbledore had been injured or even killed while dealing with these things.

Solim suddenly felt that Riddle might be hiding something from them.

Be sure to give him some color when I go back this time.

Black magic,Who doesn't know a few.。。