Chapter 327 Snake Hunter Killer
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Snape was already surprised by the fact that Harry was a Parseltongue, but now he was even more surprised to see Vincent grabbing the snake's neck.
"Pa—" the black snake's tail was drawn heavily against the corner of the gilded stage.
It straightened its entire body, as if measuring something.
"Let it go!" Lockhart showed fear, "When I was in Southeast Asia, I heard the locals say that if a snake—"
"If the snake straightens its body, it means it is measuring whether it can swallow you whole." Vincent pulled the black snake in front of him.
Both Justin and Neville hurried back.
"It can't actually move."
Their little heads were shaking like rattles.
Vincent raised his right hand and slammed the snake's tail against the corner again.
"You—" Snape's eyelids twitched wildly.
After two "pops", the black snake was no longer as active as it was at the beginning.
Its big mouth is not that open, and its stretched body is still shaking.
"Professor Snape, what were you trying to say just now?"
"No!" Snape scowled.
Vincent hit the snake's tail again and again.
After smashing and smashing, the students gradually became numb.
Without blinking her big eyes, Luna whispered to Ginny, "Is Wayne a snake hunter?"
Ginny turned her neck stiffly, and stared blankly at her, "Probably, I don't know very well either."
"Then he must have faced a more terrifying snake."
"Why are you so sure?"
"I don't know." Luna's eyes were shining with a different kind of brilliance, "I just think it should be like this."
Ginny was speechless.
The more familiar she is with this weird little girl, the more she can't keep up with the other's thinking speed.
Hermione, who was not far away, looked towards them.
Vincent did face a more terrifying snake, a basilisk that could fill a stairwell.
In comparison, this black snake has no deterrent effect at all.
Snake Killer...it sounds pretty good.
After about ten hits, Vincent didn't continue.
Because the snake's head drooped down, it seemed to be dying.
"The crisis is over." He threw the black snake onto the stage, just landing at Draco's feet.
"Wayne—" Draco gritted his teeth and glared.
"You're welcome." Vincent replied with a meaningful smile.
"Great - great." Lockhart jumped off the stage in a panic.
"Let's do that for today." He walked quickly towards the auditorium door.
The students sent him off with disdainful eyes.
There is no real ability, and luck is sometimes ineffective.
If it wasn't for a snake hunter, Justin might...
Wait, Harry is a Parseltongue!
Students with orthodox Slytherin talents were actually assigned to Gryffindor House?
Had Salazar found out, he might have pried open the coffin boards like some Muggle scientist.
Hearing the whispered discussions of the students, Vincent couldn't help but rejoice that the matter of the secret room was still tightly covered.
If they were allowed to connect the two, Harry would only fall into a whirlpool of doubts until he caught the man who was possessed by Voldemort.
He met Snape's complex black eyes, turned and left quietly.
Such a good opportunity to shake the pot, that person will definitely take advantage of it as soon as possible.
Maybe tonight, on this lively night.
Fred and George, Cedric and Rove followed him as if they were vaguely aware of something.
Hermione, who was the first to follow, was already discussing arrangements while walking.
To deal with the basilisk, first of all, you can't look directly into its eyes.
Secondly, such a creature with a large body and high defense is easier to deal with in a narrow space.
The last thing is to solve the scales that have extremely high anti-magic attributes and are resistant to orichanite bullets.
The dark lenses can barely block its sight without paying attention, and the transfiguration performed by six people can also narrow the range of motion.
But if you want to cause substantial damage, you can only use the weapon in the principal's office.
Vincent stood in front of the gargoyle and announced a long list of passwords.
When the other four first arrived, he was finally right.
"Isn't mithril the same as silver and iron?" Fred walked into the parting stone wall.
"It's different." Hermione gave them a brief explanation of the difference between the two.
According to the content in Vincent's notebook, the silver iron forged by fairies is fundamentally different from the mithril produced by alchemy.
"Each shape has its advantages and disadvantages, but if you want to cause substantial damage to the basilisk, you need to use a harder one."
Vincent gave her a slight nod, reached over Fred and tapped on the door of the principal's office.
"Professor Dumbledore, are you there?"
Cedric looked at Hermione in a particularly strange way, "Since you learned alchemy, I found that you are about to become another Vincent Wayne."
"Me too." George slammed the door twice.
She looked over at Rove, and narrowed her eyes after getting a nod.
According to the notes, it can be different.
"Professor, I'm coming in." Vincent twisted the handle, pushed the door and walked in.
It was pitch black inside, save for a small candle burning.
He looked towards Fox's empty perch, "The professor should have gone out."
Hermione lit her wand, "Invade the principal's office, and take away the precious Gryffindor sword..."
"What's the matter?" Fred pouted at her, "As long as the sword is returned before Professor Dumbledore returns, we haven't been here."
Vincent walked to the shelf and greeted the Sorting Hat, "Mr. Hat, can you keep a secret for us?"
The Sorting Hat grinned, "Of course not."
The tip of its hat pointed toward the back of his head.
He turned to look at the portraits of the snoring headmaster, "Mr. Hat, you have been kidnapped by us."
"Oh—you mustn't hurt me!"
"I promise," Vincent put on the sorting hat, "you will come back intact."
The portrait of Phineas Black twitched its eyelids.
After thinking for a while, Hermione followed him out of the principal's office.
The remaining four stared at each other with wide eyes, and then followed behind and left.
"Mister Hat, do you know about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?
ah?Even you don't know the exact location? "
The Sorting Hat said a lot in Vincent's head.
In the nearly thousand years of Hogwarts' history, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened every hundred years or so.
But until that time 50 years ago, no Muggle-born student had ever died.
"Myrtle Elizabeth Warren?" The Sorting Hat's suddenly enlightened voice sounded:
"No wonder the poor girl can't remember how she died, it's because of Salazar's baby basilisk—"
"Baby basilisk?"
Vincent stopped suddenly, and Hermione almost ran into him behind him.
"Mr. Hat, what happened next?"
His expression gradually relaxed.
Because the sorting hat said that there were a group of "basilisk babies" raised by Slytherin, but due to various reasons, only one of them survived.
……
……
"Pa—" the black snake's tail was drawn heavily against the corner of the gilded stage.
It straightened its entire body, as if measuring something.
"Let it go!" Lockhart showed fear, "When I was in Southeast Asia, I heard the locals say that if a snake—"
"If the snake straightens its body, it means it is measuring whether it can swallow you whole." Vincent pulled the black snake in front of him.
Both Justin and Neville hurried back.
"It can't actually move."
Their little heads were shaking like rattles.
Vincent raised his right hand and slammed the snake's tail against the corner again.
"You—" Snape's eyelids twitched wildly.
After two "pops", the black snake was no longer as active as it was at the beginning.
Its big mouth is not that open, and its stretched body is still shaking.
"Professor Snape, what were you trying to say just now?"
"No!" Snape scowled.
Vincent hit the snake's tail again and again.
After smashing and smashing, the students gradually became numb.
Without blinking her big eyes, Luna whispered to Ginny, "Is Wayne a snake hunter?"
Ginny turned her neck stiffly, and stared blankly at her, "Probably, I don't know very well either."
"Then he must have faced a more terrifying snake."
"Why are you so sure?"
"I don't know." Luna's eyes were shining with a different kind of brilliance, "I just think it should be like this."
Ginny was speechless.
The more familiar she is with this weird little girl, the more she can't keep up with the other's thinking speed.
Hermione, who was not far away, looked towards them.
Vincent did face a more terrifying snake, a basilisk that could fill a stairwell.
In comparison, this black snake has no deterrent effect at all.
Snake Killer...it sounds pretty good.
After about ten hits, Vincent didn't continue.
Because the snake's head drooped down, it seemed to be dying.
"The crisis is over." He threw the black snake onto the stage, just landing at Draco's feet.
"Wayne—" Draco gritted his teeth and glared.
"You're welcome." Vincent replied with a meaningful smile.
"Great - great." Lockhart jumped off the stage in a panic.
"Let's do that for today." He walked quickly towards the auditorium door.
The students sent him off with disdainful eyes.
There is no real ability, and luck is sometimes ineffective.
If it wasn't for a snake hunter, Justin might...
Wait, Harry is a Parseltongue!
Students with orthodox Slytherin talents were actually assigned to Gryffindor House?
Had Salazar found out, he might have pried open the coffin boards like some Muggle scientist.
Hearing the whispered discussions of the students, Vincent couldn't help but rejoice that the matter of the secret room was still tightly covered.
If they were allowed to connect the two, Harry would only fall into a whirlpool of doubts until he caught the man who was possessed by Voldemort.
He met Snape's complex black eyes, turned and left quietly.
Such a good opportunity to shake the pot, that person will definitely take advantage of it as soon as possible.
Maybe tonight, on this lively night.
Fred and George, Cedric and Rove followed him as if they were vaguely aware of something.
Hermione, who was the first to follow, was already discussing arrangements while walking.
To deal with the basilisk, first of all, you can't look directly into its eyes.
Secondly, such a creature with a large body and high defense is easier to deal with in a narrow space.
The last thing is to solve the scales that have extremely high anti-magic attributes and are resistant to orichanite bullets.
The dark lenses can barely block its sight without paying attention, and the transfiguration performed by six people can also narrow the range of motion.
But if you want to cause substantial damage, you can only use the weapon in the principal's office.
Vincent stood in front of the gargoyle and announced a long list of passwords.
When the other four first arrived, he was finally right.
"Isn't mithril the same as silver and iron?" Fred walked into the parting stone wall.
"It's different." Hermione gave them a brief explanation of the difference between the two.
According to the content in Vincent's notebook, the silver iron forged by fairies is fundamentally different from the mithril produced by alchemy.
"Each shape has its advantages and disadvantages, but if you want to cause substantial damage to the basilisk, you need to use a harder one."
Vincent gave her a slight nod, reached over Fred and tapped on the door of the principal's office.
"Professor Dumbledore, are you there?"
Cedric looked at Hermione in a particularly strange way, "Since you learned alchemy, I found that you are about to become another Vincent Wayne."
"Me too." George slammed the door twice.
She looked over at Rove, and narrowed her eyes after getting a nod.
According to the notes, it can be different.
"Professor, I'm coming in." Vincent twisted the handle, pushed the door and walked in.
It was pitch black inside, save for a small candle burning.
He looked towards Fox's empty perch, "The professor should have gone out."
Hermione lit her wand, "Invade the principal's office, and take away the precious Gryffindor sword..."
"What's the matter?" Fred pouted at her, "As long as the sword is returned before Professor Dumbledore returns, we haven't been here."
Vincent walked to the shelf and greeted the Sorting Hat, "Mr. Hat, can you keep a secret for us?"
The Sorting Hat grinned, "Of course not."
The tip of its hat pointed toward the back of his head.
He turned to look at the portraits of the snoring headmaster, "Mr. Hat, you have been kidnapped by us."
"Oh—you mustn't hurt me!"
"I promise," Vincent put on the sorting hat, "you will come back intact."
The portrait of Phineas Black twitched its eyelids.
After thinking for a while, Hermione followed him out of the principal's office.
The remaining four stared at each other with wide eyes, and then followed behind and left.
"Mister Hat, do you know about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?
ah?Even you don't know the exact location? "
The Sorting Hat said a lot in Vincent's head.
In the nearly thousand years of Hogwarts' history, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened every hundred years or so.
But until that time 50 years ago, no Muggle-born student had ever died.
"Myrtle Elizabeth Warren?" The Sorting Hat's suddenly enlightened voice sounded:
"No wonder the poor girl can't remember how she died, it's because of Salazar's baby basilisk—"
"Baby basilisk?"
Vincent stopped suddenly, and Hermione almost ran into him behind him.
"Mr. Hat, what happened next?"
His expression gradually relaxed.
Because the sorting hat said that there were a group of "basilisk babies" raised by Slytherin, but due to various reasons, only one of them survived.
……
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