Chapter 209 Frequent visions, Lockhart's self-portrait, and that cold and terrifying voice

Chapter 209 Frequent visions, Lockhart's self-portrait, that cold and terrifying voice...

Basilisk?

Lin Xia's eyes flickered slightly. How could she not have an impression of this creature?

When she was still a spirit, she sacrificed a basilisk as a sacrifice to get rid of Myrtle's body when she was one soul with Myrtle.

When Myrtle died, the constraints of Hogwarts on her also disappeared.

But she clearly remembered that there was only one basilisk in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Could it be that another basilisk was born in the Chamber of Secrets?

When she was a spirit, after sacrificing Myrtle, she left in a hurry without even having time to search the surroundings.

That chamber of secrets should be a laboratory of Salazar, the founder of the college. If you explore it carefully, you may find many secrets.

Dumbledore once said: Even he can't fully understand the secrets of Hogwarts.

Lin Xia: [I know this magical creature. It is a species created by wizards. I thought it was just a joke and that this creature does not exist]

Tom: [No, no, no, the basilisk does exist. I have even seen it. It was in a dense primeval forest. Its body was hundreds of inches tall. All creatures that looked into its eyes would turn into stone]

Lin Xia discussed it seriously.

Lin Xia: [As long as you look into the eyes of a basilisk, you will turn into stone. So the eyes of a basilisk are equivalent to a permanent passive magic?]

Tom: [……]

Tom: [Although I am a little unclear about what you mean, I seem to understand that you are right. Moreover, this passive magic is very powerful. According to your language, it should be: absolutely triggered and irresistible?]

Lin Xia: [So once you look into each other's eyes, you will definitely lose?]

Tom: [Yes, even I will be petrified. But Lin Xia, you should know that there are many ways to avoid looking directly at the basilisk in the wizarding world. We can completely solve it before the basilisk attacks...]

Tom wrote down a bunch of ways to solve the basilisk.

Although the basilisk is powerful, the more powerful the creature, the more fatal flaws it has. It is not invincible.

For example, its movement speed is very slow, and you can dodge it when it moves over.

For example, the basilisk is very afraid of roosters. When the screams of roosters are heard, the basilisk will subconsciously dodge.

Tom also mentioned: [In fact, to judge whether it is a basilisk in Hogwarts, you can judge from some kind of foreshadowing-whether the roosters raised by students have died for no reason.

When the number of roosters decreases, the basilisk will come out more and more frequently.

In contrast, when the basilisk wants to come out, it first has to solve its natural enemy-the rooster]

Lin Xia looked at the words that appeared in the diary and thought for a while.

For some reason, she felt that Tom was eager to solve this matter.

Lin Xia: [Tom, have you discovered something before? You are so afraid that it will happen again?]

She still remembered that she had read the memory fragments of Voldemort.

It was him who released the basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets, killed Myrtle, and almost closed Hogwarts.

Tom: [No, I am just worried about the safety of Hogwarts. I don't want it to be harmed. I have always liked Hogwarts.]

When Lin Xia saw this, she suddenly thought of an anecdote.

It is said that before Voldemort became a terrifying demon, he had repeatedly applied to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the school.

But for some reason, the college has not approved it.

In short: the political review is still not up to standard!

Lin Xia shook her head and closed the diary.

…

Days passed, and Hogwarts returned to peace.

Except for the two incidents of the ghost being petrified and the ghosts of the four major colleges collectively denying the holding of the party, the patrols in Hogwarts were stricter than before.

Professors from the four major colleges repeatedly emphasized that young wizards should not go out at night.

Even Lin Xia and Draco were caught and forced to serve as soldiers for a period of time, guarding the door of the common room every night.

If any young wizard wanted to sneak out, they would register their names and be criticized by the professors in the classroom the next day.

Originally, the young wizard wanted to play around and challenge the professor's authority.

But seeing that the inspection was so strict, they all put away their restless hearts.

The entire Hogwarts was under martial law for two weeks, and even on weekends, senior students were not allowed to go out of Hogwarts.

The professors lifted the martial law only after they were sure that nothing dangerous had happened.

It was another weekend.

When Lin Xia got up for a morning run, she found that the Gryffindor team was already practicing on the playground.

It must be said that the Gryffindor team practiced the most, getting up early and going to bed late every day, vowing to win back the Quidditch championship they missed last time.

Yes, during the last final, Harry was lying in bed recuperating.

Without the important Seeker and one man missing, the Gryffindor team was naturally defeated by Slytherin and lost the total score to their opponent.

Fortunately, the headmaster gave extra points to Harry and his friends for their bravery and tenacity, and Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tied for first place in the House Cup, with bright red and orange ribbons floating throughout the hall.

Otherwise, Captain Wood would be even more ashamed.

Lin Xia glanced at the sky. The pink and light gold sky was covered with a thin layer of mist.

She looked at the playground again. Not only Harry, but many players were yawning. Even George and Fred, who usually liked to make noise, seemed to be sleep-deprived.

Lin Xia's eyes flickered slightly.

The previous martial law could prevent ordinary little wizards from going out.

But it could not prevent wizards with excellent magical talents like Fred and George.

She was not guarding Gryffindor, and was not sure whether the two had sneaked out to check and whether they had found other clues.

Maybe she could find time to communicate.

"Lin Xia!"

Just as she was thinking this, George waved and greeted her.

Wood saw her and nodded.

As excellent students, they often met.

These days, the professor often called them, the excellent students, to meetings.

Lin Xia ran over and greeted everyone, "You are the most diligent team I have ever seen, practicing so early."

George looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this place, so he complained quietly: "Who wants to come so early? It was Wood who ran to our dormitory one by one and pulled us up.

He has gone crazy to win the Quidditch championship. If he still can't win the championship this time, I suspect that even after graduation, he will still be worried about this regret."

Lin Xia couldn't help but smile.

Fred said: "Are you going to practice? I haven't seen you and Draco spinning in the air for a long time, doing the anti-vertigo resistance test."

Lin Xia: "I do that kind of practice to adapt to Apparition. I don't need to go anywhere else recently, so I stopped training."

She changed the subject and whispered: "But I want to buy a piece of news from you."

George and Fred winked at each other. How could they miss the business that came to their door.

Taking advantage of the break in training, George, Fred and Lin Xia came to another place.

George asked, "What news do you want to buy?"

Lin Xia said, "During the martial law two weeks ago, when you went out for a night walk, what did you find?"

Fred said in tacit understanding, "Lin Xia, don't slander us, we didn't do anything."

George emphasized again, "We didn't do anything."

Lin Xia said calmly, "One gold galleon."

Neither Fred nor George spoke.

Lin Xia raised the price again, "Two gold galleons."

The two still didn't speak.

Lin Xia raised the price for the third time, "Three gold galleons." She emphasized, "This is my last increase. If you still don't agree, then I won't buy it."

George and Fred said without thinking, "Deal!"

Lin Xia listened attentively.

The news revealed by the twins was trivial, not an important abnormal news, but the advantage was that the quantity was particularly large.

They were serious about doing business.

George: "... In addition, we found that some books would automatically turn pages, which is very strange. Before that, no one had touched those pages, but it seemed that someone was turning them."

Fred: "I also heard a strange cry, but it was definitely not a cat's cry, and there was nothing in that area, just a sound echoing."

Lin Xia hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Did you hear the nameless whispers?"

George and Fred's eyes flickered.

George: "Although you are an excellent student, you are too young. I thought Hogwarts would not tell you this kind of news."

Fred: "They are too exploitative of young wizards. How could they tell you such dangerous news?"

Lin Xia said lightly: "My resistance to the evil god's whispers is deep resistance."

As soon as these words came out, George and Fred were silent again.

Fred: "Hogwarts needs talents like you!"

George: "The loss of you to the academic world is definitely a great loss!"

Lin Xia saw the twins' eyes flickering, as if they were plotting something again, and couldn't help saying:

"I have a lot of things to do recently, so I don't have time to join your adventure. Let's talk next time."

The two said with great regret: "Okay!"

Lin Xia took the opportunity to leave the playground and enter Hogwarts.

Although this is a wizard school, it is always affected by magic, but there are still very few abnormal events.

Recently, various unexplained abnormalities have occurred frequently. Lin Xia has a hunch that the "vision" mentioned by the professor may happen again.

This is the first time it appeared this semester. It can only appear in the common room, but it can be sold to students in kind.

The second time it appeared, the ghosts were dense. Although they did not make any moves, all the little wizards saw it, expanding the scope of influence.

This third appearance...

Lin Xia's heart sank slightly. Could it be that it combined the characteristics of the first and second times to cause a large-scale disturbance?

...

"Harry, come here!"

In the afternoon, Harry dragged his heavy steps, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Senior Wood gave them a lot of training, and everyone was exhausted.

If it weren't for going back to the dormitory to rest, Harry would have wanted to lie on the grass and sleep.

However, before he went to the lounge, he was stopped by Professor Lockhart who met him halfway.

Lockhart grabbed his arm forcefully and lifted him up easily, just like lifting a chicken.

"Readers have sent me many letters. I'm worried about how to reply. You can be my assistant and help me reply!"

Harry looked around and said helplessly: "Professor, I'm very tired and want to go back to rest. I see other little wizards around. Why don't you ask them for help?"

Lockhart smiled at him, showing his big white teeth, and said mercilessly: "Of course not."

"How can other little wizards compare with you? If my readers can receive my and your joint reply and signature, they will be crazy with joy!

I like my readers very much, and my readers also love me very much. We complement each other, so I naturally have to give my readers better treatment."

Harry twitched his mouth and thought: Then I am still your student, why don't you feel sorry for me? ?

Resisting to no avail, he had to follow Lockhart to his office.

This is his first time here.

The office style of each professor is different, and the office can represent the aesthetics of some professors.

Professor McGonagall tends to be strict, while Professor Snape tends to be gloomy. There are corpses everywhere and some unknown strange potions. Professor Flitwick likes to collect various fighting items...

But Lockhart's office...

It was the first time Harry saw someone hanging his own photo frame!

The whole wall was hung with countless Lockhart photo frames, which were illuminated by many candles. Some of them even had his signature.

Even on the table, there was a large stack of photos related to him.

As soon as he walked in, countless Lockharts on the wall greeted him.

Harry felt a little dizzy.

Lockhart enthusiastically instructed Harry, "Come, sit down, write the first reply first, let me see, this is a reply to Ms. Gladys Gudgion, God bless her - one of my ardent admirers."

Time crawled slowly like a snail.

Harry felt his wrists getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't lift them up, even his head couldn't lift up, and he had no idea what he was writing.

Suddenly, he heard a voice!

It didn't sound like a human voice, but it was clearly speaking. It was a creepy, heart-stopping, extremely cold and vicious voice.

"Come... come... let me tear you apart... tear you apart... kill you..."

Harry suddenly shuddered and stood up from his chair, "Who is here?"

His loud reply startled Lockhart, who was immersed in the fan letter.

Lockhart asked: "What's the sound?"

Harry: "The sound, didn't you hear it? There was a voice just now!"

Lockhart looked at him in astonishment, "What are you talking about, Harry, are you sleepy?"

He only reacted at this time, "My God, it's so late, you can go back, and I should go back to rest."

Until Harry returned to the common room, he was still thinking about the voice.

How could he not know, the voice was so loud, why didn't he know?

Harry lowered his voice and told his doubts to Ron and Mikkel, so as not to wake up Neville and Seamus who were sleeping soundly.

Ron frowned and asked, "He said he didn't hear it, do you think he's lying?"

Harry stared at the canopy of the four-poster bed, "I don't know, I can't figure it out."

Mikel said something at this time, like a thunderbolt breaking through the sky, rushing into Harry's heart.

"Harry, is there a possibility that only you can hear this sound, and no one else can hear it, or that it requires some special people to hear it?"