Chapter 156: Simple and Primitive Wishes
In the dormitory, Meka Anders slept peacefully. The clock on the wall showed that only one or two hours had passed.
But in his dream, he had already spent a long period of time that was dark and difficult to calculate.
In a trance, the young basilisk had been in this sewer room for hundreds of years and had grown into a huge and terrifying monster.
But during these years, the basilisk lived in a daze.
Compared with its huge body, this room, which is huge for people, is just like a "narrow alley" that it can barely pass through.
It is like a doll born in a box, without freedom, light, or companions.
It often lacks food and has to starve.
This is extremely painful for a wise creature that can think.
Therefore, the basilisk has been suppressed in this darkness for hundreds of years. Thinking did not make it a smarter creature. Instead, it accumulated too many negative emotions, which completely activated its wildness and became extremely bloodthirsty.
This also led to the subsequent events. Six hundred and fifty years later, it was released by the young Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, and killed an equally young student, Myrtle.
But then, it was locked back in the dark underground room again and spent another fifty years.
Until its death, the basilisk seemed to think little about anything other than food and the dark room.
However, the instinct of the creature still made it leave a last wish:
"Breed offspring, so that the basilisk will not be extinct in the world."
The basilisk is extremely rare, and it has become even rarer since the Middle Ages, and it is facing extinction.
In the world today, maybe this basilisk is one of the remaining few, or even the only one.
Moreover, this basilisk has not given birth to a child, which makes this matter look like a troublesome matter.
"Fortunately, the basilisk left a spell passed down in the bloodline."
Meka accepted the spell and smiled.
This spell can find another basilisk cub in the world, or even an unborn snake egg.
After that, injecting the blood of the Chamber of Secrets basilisk into the new life would be considered to have fulfilled its last wish.
And the reward...
As Maeka thought, this basilisk had not come into contact with many people, and unlike the Runespoor, it was not educated by Gryffindor and could learn to read. Therefore, its reward was very simple, but also very attractive:
"Basilisk blood."
"This is an extremely powerful magical animal blood, pure blood, with amazing potential and talent..."
The next day, when Maeka woke up, he drew a trace of blood from the flesh of the basilisk and used this little blood to cast the blood spell.
A vague attraction came from the distant sky and disappeared in an instant.
Maeka looked in that direction and was helpless.
This feeling was too vague and lasted for a short time.
It seems that this matter is not so easy to accomplish.
However, Maeka soon smiled again.
After cleaning up Lockhart's body, he gained some gains.
This best-selling author, now the most famous "star" in the British magic world, is a master at accumulating wealth.
Just by shaking the bag with the extension spell, you can hear the crisp sound of gold coins.
Maeka took it out and counted it. There were nearly two thousand gold galleons, which was a huge sum of money for ordinary wizards and could greatly make up for his wealth that he had consumed during this period.
Then, he took out a pile of manuscripts, which seemed to be the original author of a book by Lockhart.
"Wandering with Werewolves?"
In this manuscript, he felt the existence of the last wish.
"It seems that before fulfilling the basilisk's last wish, I can get something from it first..."
Maeka was very satisfied with this.
"But Tom Riddle's diary is useless. I thought it would change a little after so many years of refining the Horcrux..."
The diary that could only be cut by the Gryffindor sword turned into a pile of waste paper.
This made him feel a little regretful.
Afterwards, Maeka packed up his things and got up to wash.
Not long after, Professor McGonagall came. She stood outside the door for a long time, looking at the spell on the outer wall of the room. After realizing that it had not been removed, she completely dispelled her suspicion of Maeka.
She heard Professor Flitwick say last night that there was a wound on the head of the basilisk with a sharp weapon, and subconsciously thought it was the sword of Gryffindor.
At this moment, the spell was still there, and there was no sign of being damaged. She knew that she had guessed wrong.
"It seems that he is not the one who killed the basilisk..."
She immediately laughed at her own idea.
"Even if he has the sword of Gryffindor, how can a second-year wizard deal with Lockhart and the dark wizard who is proficient in the Imperius Curse? Not to mention such a huge basilisk..."
"However, where did the sword of Gryffindor go? Why did Professor Dumbledore keep silent?"
This still puzzled her.
After thinking fruitlessly, Professor McGonagall removed all the spells and knocked on the door.
When Maika came out, she sincerely apologized to him:
"Although this matter was led by Professor Lockhart, I failed to stop him, which caused you to be locked up here for several days. I am also wrong."
Maika didn't say anything. He was happy to be here these days.
No one usually comes here, so he doesn't have to worry about being seen practicing magic.
It's a good place for him.
"This matter has nothing to do with you." Maika replied with a smile.
Professor McGonagall asked him about his recent situation, helped him move all his luggage back to his original dormitory, and then told him:
"Professor Dumbledore asked you to go over."
So, after chatting with Harry and the others who welcomed him back for half an hour, Maka had to go to the principal's office with the trepidation of being exposed.
...
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
In the principal's office, Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, reading a book and eating a small snack called a cockroach pile. Maka knocked on the door and walked in.
"Would you like some?" Professor Dumbledore smiled at him.
He casually threw a cockroach pile into his mouth, making a clicking sound, and it seemed very crispy.
Maka, who had just finished breakfast not long ago, took a closer look and suddenly felt a little nauseous.
The two tentacles of this thing were clearly visible, and it looked so much like a cockroach, how could it be eaten?
"No." Maka kept his distance.
Dumbledore smiled and pushed the snacks aside, looked at Maka, and said:
"Have you seen a sword these days? Oh, the kind with rubies on the hilt..."
So he asked me to return the sword of Gryffindor... Maka shook his head quickly: "No."
"Then have you seen a dark leather diary?"
Maka shook his head again: "No."
"Oh?" Dumbledore smiled:
"Then have you seen a young man with long red hair?"
Maka still shook his head: "No."
He looked confused and asked: "Professor, what do you call I'm just asking these questions? "
"Alas." Professor Dumbledore sighed, and then replied:
"I lost a sword and a diary, and I can't find them. The sword is not urgent for the time being, but the diary is very important. It would be great if I can find it..."
Meka suggested: "Professor, sometimes I also think that something is lost, but after careful search, I can always find it in the corner of the dormitory..."
"Is that so..." Professor Dumbledore nodded and said, "Then I'll take your good words."
The two chatted for a while, and Meka got up to say goodbye.
Before leaving, Professor Dumbledore suddenly called him, showed him a kind smile, and said:
"Meka, thank you for your help and dedication to Hogwarts."
Meka was stunned, then scratched his head, laughed and walked out.
As soon as Meka left, Professor Dumbledore stood up with a smile, and picked up a leather diary from where Meka had just stood.
It was just the kind that was torn in half.
"Huh?" Professor Dumbledore was suddenly startled.
He opened half of the diary and saw a white holey sock stuffed at the bottom.
...
After noon.
Lucius also left the gate of Hogwarts with an ugly face.
Dumbledore threw half of the leather diary to him, pointed to the residual black magic fluctuations on it, and told him that he would face the double accusation of "privately collecting black magic items" and "privately teaching black magic items to Hogwarts freshmen".
If nothing unexpected happens, he will be disturbed by this matter for a period of time in the future, and may be suspended for investigation.
Based on his previous experience, even if he can resume his original position through operations, he will definitely pay a great price for it, such as a lot of favors and a huge fine.
In addition,
Lucius looked back at the height of the castle and vaguely saw an elf talking to Harry Potter. Seeing that elf jumping around, he was very excited.
Yes, he also lost a servant.
In the diary Dumbledore gave him, there was actually a sock with a hole in the toe, and then he casually threw it to me, the elf Dobby.
In this way, the elf got the clothes given by the "master" and gained freedom.
"Damn Dumbledore! Damn Hogwarts!"
Lucius rarely cursed, then suppressed his anger, returned to his usual indifference, and strode away.
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A few days later, the semester ended.
The students took the train home.
Maeka and Harry said goodbye to each other, agreed to write letters to each other during the holidays, and got off the train.
Following the pull of the "bloodline spell", we came to Diagon Alley.
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