Voldemort, Who Breeds Life

Lucien wasn't entirely sure about the idea of toads hatching eggs.

But Harry said he also dreamed of turning into a chicken, a rooster that lays eggs—combining these two conditions, he immediately connected it with the information about the Basilisk.

The Slytherin legacy includes detailed knowledge of Basilisk, and even a modified method for raising Basilisk.

The methods for raising Basilisk can be summarized in two points: have a rooster lay an egg, and then have a toad hatch it.

The latter is not difficult, especially for wizards who possess magic. Finding a toad, maintaining a suitable temperature and humidity, and then casting some growth-promoting spells are not major problems.

The key is how to get the rooster to lay eggs.

Chickens are a rather special species. During the embryonic stage, they actually have two gonads, but during development, only one gonad will grow normally, while the other remains in its original state.

If a rooster is missing from the flock, and the female reproductive system of a hen is damaged, the undeveloped male gonads in that hen will awaken and undergo secondary development, gradually exhibiting the characteristics of a rooster—growing bright feathers and a comb, and even starting to crow.

If the hen undergoing this "transformation" happens to be carrying a developing egg, then the egg she lays is considered an "egg laid by a rooster."

This process is so rare that it relies entirely on luck.

That's why Slytherin developed several types of Dark Magic for human intervention.

Voldemort, having become a Slytherin successor during his student days, naturally knew the methods of raising those Basilisk.

As for Harry's "dreams," Lucien also had his own speculations.

That must be a memory, a memory belonging to Voldemort.

Because Harry has a fragment of Voldemort's soul inside him, he is essentially a living Horcrux.

Because of their soul connection, the two may be able to see each other's memories—this connection is not active, but passive and uncontrollable.

It is estimated that Voldemort is currently in a weakened state and does not have a physical body, so Harry can only see Voldemort's memories through dreams.

Moreover, according to Harry's description, those dreams were fragmented and brief, consisting of only scattered pieces that were completely disjointed.

This suggests that Voldemort's memories were also chaotic, with fragments scattered throughout Harry's consciousness, occasionally surfacing in his dreams.

Lucien snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Harry.

The boy was still sitting in the chair, his hands clenched tightly, his emerald green eyes filled with obvious unease.

"Don't worry," Lucien reassured her. "You haven't been possessed by any evil creatures or curses. As for those dreams, well... just think of them as watching some movie clips."

"A movie clip?" Harry blinked.

Lucien didn't elaborate, "Don't worry, those dreams won't have any real impact on you."

Before Voldemort is resurrected, the connection and connection between him and Harry will not be very strong.

These fragments of memory presented through dreams are like the occasional wisp of smoke—visible, intangible, and harmless.

Harry breathed a long sigh of relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing.

"Thank goodness it was just a dream." He scratched his slightly spiky black hair. "But the content was really strange, always turning into various animals. Frogs, chickens... Will it turn into a snake next time?"

Lucien didn't answer the question, his gaze lingering on the scar on Harry's forehead.

Turning into a snake? Maybe.

If Voldemort continues to breed the Basilisk, Harry's dreams may become increasingly "crawling."

"Oh, right," Harry suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked up to ask, "Does Divination involve interpreting dreams?"

Lucien was speechless. He had to admit, she was absolutely right.

"Yes, dream Divination is a major area of Divination. Some Seer predict the future or interpret hidden messages by analyzing the symbolic meaning of dreams."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

He made a decision in his heart: if those strange dreams continued to occur before the next semester, he would choose Divination and try to learn how to interpret their meanings.

What if his dream really did have some special meaning? It's better than guessing blindly.

Deep in the Albanian Forest.

A secluded cave, its entrance hidden by dense bushes, making it difficult to spot even if someone walks by.

The cave was dimly lit, the air was damp, and the stone walls were covered with moss.

Small bones and dried bloodstains were scattered on the ground.

A large, fat toad is now lying on a smooth egg with its limbs outstretched.

The toad was more than three times the size of an ordinary toad, and its grayish-brown skin was rough like tree bark, covered with uneven bumps.

Its eyes were half-open, its body rose and fell slightly, and it tried its best to wrap the egg with its abdomen.

The egg was small, about the size of a regular chicken egg, but its shell was unusually smooth and had an unnatural pale appearance.

Upon closer inspection, the eggshell surface faintly reveals fine lines, resembling some kind of ancient runes.

Voldemort, who was possessing the toad, concealed all his presence, immersing his consciousness into the body of this lowly creature, silently sensing the faint pulse emanating from within the eggshell.

That wasn't the beating of a heart, but a deeper tremor from the very source of life.

The creature inside the egg is slowly taking shape, greedily absorbing all the nutrients around it.

Voldemort originally intended to recruit Nagini, who would have been an excellent assistant, bodyguard, and even friend—intelligent, loyal, and with a special connection to him.

But Newt Scamander, that busybody, interfered with his plans, inexplicably appearing and taking Nagini away.

After his anger subsided, Voldemort realized he could train his own bodyguard.

After careful selection, he set his sights on the Basilisk.

The reason is simple: the Basilisk is powerful enough and easy to control.

Parseltongue has a natural control over Basilisk, and as a descendant of Slytherin, Parseltongue is a talent that flows in his soul.

Voldemort didn't need to worry about the Basilisk turning on him; the fact that he had personally raised and nurtured this creature made him even more at ease.

During his student days, he had already become a successor to Slytherin, mastering excellent methods for raising Basilisk.

Those ancient methods are more efficient and more secretive than ordinary Basilisk breeding.

Creating a Basilisk wouldn't be difficult for Voldemort.

Although he had used Dark Magic to make the rooster lay an egg, which had consumed some of the power he had painstakingly accumulated—almost the last bit of active magic in his soul—he was even weaker afterward.

But Voldemort thought it was worth it.

Because once Basilisk is born, it will grow rapidly as long as there is enough food.

In just a few months, a small snake can grow into a deadly behemoth.

The Basilisk's venom, sharp teeth, and Death Glare —each one of these features strikes fear into the hearts of its enemies.

Furthermore, the experience of "nurturing" life was very peculiar for Voldemort.

Although he had his soul split many times, he never truly created life.

Feeling the pulse emanating from inside the eggshell and witnessing the tiny life gradually taking shape inspired him greatly.

Once more power has been accumulated and the physical body has been restored, further practice can be conducted to enhance the power of Dark Magic.

Perhaps he could use similar principles to create even more powerful dark creatures, or even... further modify himself.

Breeding the Basilisk was just a small step; Voldemort was secretly plotting his famous resurrection.

Once he regains his physical body and wields even greater power, he will find those detestable obstacles and inflict upon them the cruelest deaths...