"Curse Order:?"
Pansy's face was contorted with bulging veins and her expression was extremely ferocious. She frantically pounded on the skeleton cage, and bloodstains appeared on her hands.
She said in a vicious tone, "So what if it's me? You are all sinners of Hogwarts!"
"The sinners who dragged Hogwarts into the abyss! I will purify this school corrupted by Mudblood!"
Wizet noticed that although Pansy was facing Dumbledore, her gaze was fixed on him, and her eyes were full of hatred.
He then heard the Basilisk's cold, malevolent voice, "Want to kill... the smell of food... I'm starving..."
Pansy maintained her menacing expression, grimacing as she continued to struggle, hissing through her teeth, "Wait for my order, kill the youngest! He's delicious!"
"Delicious... delicious... I want to eat..." Hearing these words, the Basilisk quieted down again, probably waiting for orders.
Clearly, when Dumbledore controlling the Basilisk, Pansy gave Basilisk an order to gather its power.
"I made a promise to try to get back as soon as possible," Wizet said quickly. "Headmaster Dumbledore, the Basilisk still has the strength."
Without the slightest hesitation, Pansy immediately hissed at the top of her lungs, "Kill him!"
Dumbledore reacted faster than Pansy; he immediately raised his wand and pointed it forcefully at the two armored skeletal giants.
The Armored Skeleton Giant unleashed a rapid, torrential "click" sound, instantly subduing the Basilisk that had just arched its body.
The Basilisk howled, "Hungry... I want to eat... I want to live..."
"Miss Parkinson, it seems you haven't learned your lesson and have made the same mistake your father did." Dumbledore still smiled. "I haven't lost my power to cast spells."
"Controlling a Basilisk is nothing to me." He looked at Wizet beside him. "Since we promised to go back soon, we should hurry up."
"Alright!" Without the slightest hesitation, Wizet first raised her wand and cast the Ancient Magic: Improved Extinguishing Charm, "Nox!"
A Black Bubble appeared instantly, enveloping not only the Basilisk but also the two Armored Skeleton Giant.
He closed his eyes tightly, and with the help of Ancient Magic: Self-Shaping (Devil's Snare Form), the Devil's Snare pulled his body, allowing him to easily climb up the Armored Skeleton Giant's head onto the Basilisk's head.
In his mind, a python appeared, shaped like a "?".
A flash of inspiration struck, and Wizet spontaneously uttered the spell, "N (nauthiz)!"
The struggling Basilisk suddenly stiffened, and its color seemed to fade in an instant, turning into a statue-like gray-white.
The grayish-white color did not resemble light and was not obscured by the Ancient Magic: Improved Extinguishing Charm.
They surged toward Wizet like boiling mercury, as if to completely engulf Wizet.
Wizet recalled memories from Salazar Slytherin, at which time he had summarized two key points—the first being Ancient Magic Power, and the second being communication.
The Obscurus Core the serpent churned violently, Wizet gripped her wand tightly as if it were an awl, thrusting it fiercely towards the Basilisk's head.
Silver-blue light scattered like fireworks, and countless fragments of memories flooded into my mind.
These fragments of memory record the life of the Basilisk, from hatching to lurking in its Chamber of Secrets...
The fragments of memory come together to form a lock-like structure. Wizet needs to find a way to unlock the lock in order to fill the empty shell and truly obtain the Spell Command.
"Communication..." Wizet murmured, then hissed in Parseltongue voice, "I'm here to complete the remaining Curse Order Contract with you... the Spell Command from 'Petrification'..."
Despite its stiff body, the Basilisk seemed not to hear Wizet's Parseltongue, uttering a weak but firm cry, "I want to live... to live..."
Wizet frowned slightly and continued to communicate in Parseltongue, "We have captured the ' Heir,' so of course you can live."
Upon hearing the word "Heir," the Basilisk paused for a moment, then murmured the same words again, "I want to live... to live..."
To live... what is the purpose of living?
To live in order to survive?
Living for the sake of Heir?
To live in order to cleanse Hogwarts?
Tracing back to the source...
Wizet was thinking quickly...
Extending the concept of survival, Salazar Slytherin raised the Basilisk Basilisk, enabling it to "live for survival" after its birth...
Similarly, the Heir is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin...
The purge of Hogwarts was Salazar Slytherin's order...
Wizet raised his wand, pressed the tip against his temple, and pulled out a Memory Thread containing his memories of meeting Salazar Slytherin in the Mirror World.
"Look, I've met Slytherin Headmaster!" he said, gently flicking his wand, causing Memory Thread to drift down and merge into the Basilisk's head...
"Survive..." The Basilisk's voice trailed off again, then it murmured a name, "Salazar Slytherin ...my...master...the only master..."
The grayish-white color on the Basilisk faded, and its body regained its agility.
This time, however, it did not struggle any further, appearing completely relaxed as if hanging on the Armored Skeleton Giant.
"Salazar Slytherin ...my...master...my only master..."
Wizet was quite emotional. He had originally thought that the Basilisk was driven by instinct: instinct to kill, instinct to be hungry, and instinct to survive.
In retrospect, instinct may not have been enough to sustain us through a thousand years...
Thinking of this, Wizet let out a soft sigh. "I will take you to him... just as you saw, I know where Slytherin Headmaster is."
The moment the Basilisk calmed down, Wizet sensed a change in the Curse Order Shell in her mind;
The grayish-white color that had faded from the Basilisk now appeared entirely on the Curse Order Shell, completely filling it and transforming it into a real Spell Command.
The Wizard Combat Guide has also been turned over, and the related content has changed.
Spell Command:?: Magical Properties—Oppression, Binding, Intensity... Guiding Spell Command with Ancient Magic Power ...Revealing the magical properties related to "?"...
Wizet's earlier judgment was correct; Voldemort bore the cost of the Spell Command, hence there was no related content on the pages.
Outside the Black Bubble, Pansy's disdainful voice suddenly rang out, "Although I don't know why he wants to go in, give up! Not everyone can give him orders!"
"Sonorus!" Wizet pressed her wand against her neck, casting Amplifying Charm to raise her voice. "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed..."
"It seems everything is going well..." Dumbledore's tone revealed satisfaction.
With a slight tremor, the two Armored Skeleton Giant instantly lost their support and scattered...