bdsm-fiction Chapter 275 Peter Pettigrew
Chapter 275 Peter Pettigrew
Chapter 275 Peter Pettigrew
Persistence pays off. After trying each method, Haha used the snake language to open the passage to the secret room.
"I'll go first, the principal will cover the rear." Ryan looked at the dark pipe covered in moss and mud, waved his hand and a stream of clear water gushed down, washing the pipe clean, and then jumped in.
Harry followed closely behind.
Dumbledore: "Shackled, and Dobby, you don't have to go down; it's Hogwarts' own business. And especially Shackled, if you choose to come down with us, I hope that when you describe what happens down there to the outside world, you'll only say what needs to be said, okay?"
Kingsley's expression turned grim. Previously, Dumbledore had remained silent about Harry's Parseltongue, only issuing a warning from Lane. But now, the very thing below was prompting Dumbledore to personally issue a warning, indicating that he valued the impending events more than Harry's Parseltongue.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I won't say a single word that I shouldn't say."
Upon hearing this, Dumbledore nodded and then entered the tunnel.
Kingsley Shackle felt he was facing one of the toughest choices of his life.
Just like choosing a subsequent career back then, whether to become an Auror or go directly to another unit of the Ministry of Magic to hone one's qualifications.
"Since I'm already here," he said, jumping into the pipe.
Dobby was left stomping his feet on the ground, yelling, "Good heavens! The great Harry Potter knows the language of that villain whose name we can't even mention! No! Dobby! Bad Dobby! You can't slander the great Harry Potter!"
"The great Mr. Harry Potter is going too far; he needs Dobby's help!"
"But that's someone whose name can't even be mentioned! Dobby will die!"
"It doesn't matter if Dobby dies, but Mr. Harry Potter can't be in danger! We must save Mr. Harry Potter!"
Dobby jumped into the pipe, trembling.
In the dark underground, the enormous snake molt proclaims its existence, as if greeting the brave adventurers who come to this place on behalf of its master.
Ryan unleashed countless orbs of light formed by illumination spells, illuminating the area thoroughly.
"What is that?" Harry was startled and realized that the giant object in front of him was not a snake.
"The basilisk's shed skin. The basilisk is an extremely dangerous magical creature; anyone who looks directly into its eyes will die instantly," Lane told Harry in a teasing tone.
The reason he used a joking tone was that he was confident that looking directly at the Basilisk would be equivalent to being hit by an Avada Kedavra curse, not to mention the headmaster behind him.
The relationship between the Basilisk and Dumbledore can be described as Dumbledore being able to kill the Basilisk with a single glance.
"Especially for you." As he spoke, Ryan conjured a pair of sunglasses. "I've added light refraction and protective charms to these glasses. Wearing these sunglasses, you won't be looking directly at the basilisk; at most, it'll petrify you."
Harry: Huh?
"Lane is right, this kind of extremely dangerous species is no joke. I think it's necessary to get Kingsley a pair of these glasses too."
Dumbledore landed on the ground, and Kingsley followed shortly after.
Ryan then used alchemy and transfiguration to create a simple "basilisk glasses" and handed it to Kingsley, whose mouth was agape enough to fit an egg: "Don't be so surprised. This used to be Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, so it's normal for the ecosystem to be a bit better."
"Is the ecological environment better now?" Kingsley put on his sunglasses, unable to resist asking, "Is that basilisk still alive?"
"He should still be alive. Hopefully, we'll find Mr. Bowers' remains here." Countless orbs of light gathered around Ryan, enveloped in wisps of golden flame, causing them to dance around him like stars surrounding the sun.
Stepping over the snake's molt, Harry instinctively stepped forward and opened the door in Parseltongue.
The door slowly opened, and as it opened a crack, Ryan pointed forward to the countless fireballs beside him and rushed inside.
While maintaining the fireball's spray, he said to Harry, "Sometimes wizard duels are quite simple; just bombard the ground with fire. As long as you use enough spells, you can win."
Dumbledore held the Elder Wand in his hand: "But even ordinary wizards can't support such a massive output of spells. Not all wizards are like you, who have reached their current position purely through magic."
Ryan intensified his attack: "I think Harry has a good chance. After all, he can level up using Legendary Shards."
"A vivid and descriptive way of putting it."
Hehehe!
Dumbledore and Harry both laughed.
Kingsley could accept this because he had witnessed Ryan unleash a rain of fire in Gringotts' underground vault.
Dobby, who was secretly following behind, was dumbfounded. As a house-elf, he had never seen or even heard of a wizard who could reach this level.
Even Dobby's impression of Voldemort was merely that Voldemort had killed too many people, rather than a clear understanding of Voldemort's true level.
"Good heavens, the wizard is this powerful? How much more powerful must that person, whose name can't even be mentioned, be? We're doomed, Dobby is definitely going to die."
Different people have different thoughts.
Even the person being bathed in fireballs behind the door cried out: "Ah! Ah! Master! Save me!"
Upon hearing this voice, Dumbledore looked surprised, clearly taken aback by the unexpectedness of the voice.
"Idiot!" The young voice was filled with exasperation.
Then, Ryan realized that his fireball attack had been blocked.
The door opened completely.
A long, dark room was revealed, with stone pillars on both sides, each topped with a giant serpent statue, and at the end of the pillars stood a statue as tall as the ceiling.
"The Slytherin statue. What a rational wizard," Ryan exclaimed, staring at the statue's monkey-like face.
Why do you say that?
"Even in his own private chamber, he made no attempt to beautify himself. Such indifference shows that he has abandoned everything outside of magic. His rationality and determination are evident." Ryan took the lead and entered the room.
At the far end of the room, at the foot of the Slytherin statue, someone was waiting for them.
A boy leans against the Slytherin statue; his figure is somewhat indistinct, but his tall stature and handsome appearance are captivating.
There was also a short, bald man who looked like a rat; his appearance was too offensive.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Tom Riddle. To be honest, you look much better now than I have ever seen you before." Lane strode forward, as if he had met a complete stranger but a friend he had known for a long time.
"Oh, and let me introduce you to a few other friends. Our headmaster, Mr. Dumbledore."
Dumbledore scrutinized Tom, who met his gaze defiantly.
"And the famous Harry Potter."
Harry was stunned. Tom's eyes were fixed on Harry, filled with greed.
"And two friends, Mr. Kingsley Shackler from the Ministry of Magic, and Mr. Dobby from the Hogwarts kitchens."
Tom said coldly in a contemptuous tone, "A bastard, a beast? Ryan, what I want to hear most is your self-introduction—a wizard like me, who bewitches people at will."
"No, no, no, I'm not as good as you. Dumbledore has always been wary of me, but he wasn't wary of you. I did so much to make everyone believe that Hagrid was the culprit, and that I was the hero who exposed him, but... Dumbledore didn't believe me."
He gritted his teeth: "Why! Why!"
"Wait, wait, I've introduced my people. Aren't you going to tell me this unassuming gentleman's name?" Ryan interrupted Tom's roar.
"Him? My future servant..." Tom drawled.
The short, bald man trembled: "No, no, my esteemed master! Please don't tell them, I beg you!"
"He is your hero, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, the martyr who fought against Voldemort—the famous Mr. Peter."
Tom's mocking voice shattered Peter's illusions and plunged Kingsley into a huge shock.