The Fire of Fierce Poison

There were many amphibious creatures, but when it came to legends of Venice's sea monster, the first thing she thought of was a Basilisk.

Herpo the Foul was an ancient Greek dark wizard, and Greece was not far from Venice. Perhaps some dark wizard had released a Basilisk in Venice; those abandoned islands were ideal nesting grounds for it.

In Nietzsche's eyes, the word kindness carried the meaning of weakness. Evil was wise, more powerful, deeper, and more beautiful.

From a certain perspective, the Basilisk truly possessed a kind of beauty.

Once you became accustomed to the life of a true wolf, you found it difficult to return to the life of a sheep.

As a colleague, Severus was undoubtedly outstanding and dependable. Albus Dumbledore trusted him, but not in the same way he trusted Arthur Weasley.

Using Death Eater Flight during the day was too conspicuous. Fortunately, they could still Apparate. After checking several islands without finding anything like a snake den, they could not help wondering whether they had been overly worried.

"Perhaps this island really did have a sea monster, but another wizard drove it away," Pomona said, sitting on a reef. "Is the Italian Ministry of Magic in Rome as well?"

"On Sardinia. There are few people there," Severus said. "I heard it's inside a cave system."

"So there's no surprise?" Pomona asked.

He stared thoughtfully at the calm sea.

"I'm wondering whether Saint Angelo Island was really struck by lightning," Severus said. "When did they say that island was abandoned?"

"1689."

"The Doge at the time was Francesco Morosini. The Italian naval academy was named after him," Severus said. "During World War II, they used underwater motorboats to sink British battleships."

"In 1689, Britain passed the Bill of Rights. The king could have an army,