Reverse Transformation

Snape's private lessons were becoming increasingly interesting.

Unknowingly, two pleasant hours passed by silently.

"I heard you've made great progress in Transfiguration recently?"

While tidying up cauldrons and vials, Severus Snape spoke with a cold face, his concern always carrying a strong personal touch.

"It's alright."

Neither denying nor being overly proud, Klein meticulously organized the medicinal herbs, his expression unchanging.

"Focus your mind, study diligently, and don't be influenced by trivial matters. In short, you need to work harder to earn my approval."

Seeing that his star pupil didn't seem as restless or complacent as he imagined, Snape was immensely satisfied. However, he still didn't put on a pleasant expression, admonishing him in a deep voice.

"Yes, Professor. I will."

Hearing this, Klein bowed his head, his attitude extremely humble.

"Alright, I'll clean up the rest. You can go back. Don't forget today's homework."

With a barely perceptible twitch of his lips, Snape snorted and pretended to be impatient as he sent Klein away. Although indifferent to many things, he knew that children sleeping late would affect their development.

"Okay then, goodnight, Professor."

Nodding obediently, Klein turned and left the potion room. However, he didn't return to the Slytherin boys' dormitory as Snape had imagined. Instead, he went directly to the eighth floor, arriving before the Professor's Office.

"Password."

"Butterscotch Mint."

After speaking the correct password, the stone beasts on either side of the door no longer troubled Klein, and personally opened the large oak door for him.

Entering the room, Dumbledore, who was writing on parchment, looked up and gave a gentle smile.

"You're here."

"Good evening, Professor."

Klein and Dumbledore were very informal. As he spoke, he hopped onto Dumbledore's desk, making the old man's eyes twitch.

"Although I've said it many times, I still want to emphasize, Mr. Klein, there's a sofa over there."

Dumbledore looked at Klein, who was sitting opposite him, and chuckled wryly, shaking his head. This child seemed to have a particular fondness for this desk, always choosing to sit on it instead of the sofa. On one hand, he was helpless, but on the other, he was somewhat relieved. This could be considered a sign of familiarity.

"This way, I'm closer to you, and we can communicate better."

Klein smiled and winked at Dumbledore.

"Do you have time now? Let's go for a walk together."

Hearing this, Dumbledore's heart stirred. This was truly strange, Klein actually invited him out for a walk? Hmm, things probably wouldn't be that simple.

"Heh heh, a bit of exercise might be good."

Nodding imperceptibly, Dumbledore stood up, donned a cloak with a silver background and star patterns, and said with a light laugh.

"It's gotten a bit cold lately, this old man needs to be careful."

"Of course."

Klein jumped off the desk and extended his hand in invitation. Pausing, he spoke with great certainty.

"I believe you will be very surprised."

In a dark underground space, eerie green flames burned fiercely. Directly beneath the colossal statue of Salazar Slytherin, the listless Basilisk stared blankly as the "little devil" approached it once more.

"Hello, we meet again. Thank you for your trouble today as well."

The "little devil" smiled, his smile as gentle as the early spring sun. But the Basilisk's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Merlin's beard, what have you done?"

Looking at the giant snake, which lay on the ground like a limp noodle, Dumbledore's expression became very strange.

When Klein said he had discovered Salazar Slytherin's secret, the old man immediately prepared for a big battle, busy with spells and blessings for a long time.

Who would have thought that upon actually entering this so-called Chamber of Secrets, they would see this scene.

The hidden trump card of Salazar Slytherin, a monster that could eliminate all non-pure-blood wizards, a terrifying existence with instant-death abilities.

This is it?

"This little guy is a good boy, he helped me a lot."

Klein squatted down and gently stroked the Basilisk's uneven head, his tone sincere.

Without nearly a hundred dissection experiences, his Transfiguration would never have improved so quickly.

"Heh."

Dumbledore let out a dry laugh and fell silent.

Heaven knew how he was feeling right now.

A Basilisk.

That was a terrifying Basilisk bred with dark magic!

How did it become a harmless little bunny in this child's mouth?

Wait!

Gently stroking the Elder Wand, Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh.

Compared to the giant snake twitching on the ground, the more terrifying "monster" was right before his eyes.

The thought that an existence that could threaten the entire wizarding world was attending school in his own school gave the old man a stomachache.

This feeling...

It was too stimulating!

"So, you want me to see your new pet?"

Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets was opened, and before the crisis could even appear, it was directly nipped in the bud by a descendant of the Grindelwald family.

Dumbledore stroked his beard helplessly, his eyes filled with confusion.

"I read in 'Hogwarts: A School History' that you were a Transfiguration professor in your youth, so I wanted you to guide my Transfiguration."

Klein scratched his head sheepishly and pointed his wand at the Basilisk.

"I can already skillfully turn all sorts of things into snakes, except people. Now, it's time to start practicing reverse transformation."

"You mean..."

Hearing this, Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"I want to turn this little guy into something like a ring to keep with me. Can you guide me from the side?"

With Dumbledore, a master of Transfiguration, right there, Klein had no reason not to ask.

This kind of one-on-one private guidance was very precious, and he was shamelessly asking because he had a good relationship with the old man recently.

"This..."

Dumbledore frowned and didn't agree immediately.

After pondering for more than ten seconds, he smiled in relief.

"Okay."

The Basilisk was undoubtedly very dangerous, but compared to Klein, it seemed insignificant. Rather than worrying about the harm the Basilisk could cause if it left the Chamber of Secrets, it was better to properly teach this child and improve their relationship.

"Then I'll trouble you."

Klein was very happy to receive an affirmative reply.

He raised his Purple Sandalwood Wand, imagined the object he wanted to transform, and began to cast the spell.

"Hiss!""Hiss!""Hiss!!!"

From life to death, from death to life, half-life and half-death, half-death and half-life.

Intense pain coursed through its body, and the Basilisk let out a weak hiss.

But neither Klein nor Dumbledore showed any change in their expressions.

The two calmly watched the giant snake writhing on the ground, their eyes as cold and focused as a deep winter pool.