The moment his memory returned, the Basilisk finally remembered who the person in front of him was.
Several painful fragments of memory flashed through his mind, then transformed into steel needles, tearing and wandering through his body.
The phantom pain spread throughout its body, making the Basilisk stiff, its tail tremble incessantly, and it emitted continuous, agonizing howls.
Tom asked angrily, "What's wrong with you?"
The Basilisk did not answer, but instead howled in terror.
"A devil! He's a devil!"
"It hurts... it hurts so much!"
Although the others couldn't understand the Basilisk's words, they all gasped when they saw his terrified expression.
Snape glanced at the shards of glass on the ground out of the corner of his eye, wondering what these things were that could have caused such damage to the Basilisk.
Behind the wooden plank, Lee Jordan continued to relay firsthand intelligence from the battlefield to his classmates.
"The Basilisk attacked Prewett again."
"Prewett threw the small bottle in his hand, but unfortunately, Lockhart broke it."
"Wait!" Lee Jordan's voice suddenly rose, filled with shock, confusion, and disbelief.
His voice trembled, but he spoke very quickly.
"After the glass bottle shattered, the Basilisk suddenly stopped."
"It seems terrified of Prewett; it's too scared to come any closer!"
The students erupted in an uproar.
Prewett didn't even use a wand or Spells; he managed to repel the Basilisk with just a glass bottle?
How is that possible?
Could that glass bottle be some kind of special and rare alchemical tool?
Ignoring the chatter of his classmates behind him, Lee Jordan continued to observe the battlefield with wide eyes.
"Prewett threw the ball in his hand!"
Taking advantage of the Basilisk and distraction, Silan threw the ball in her hand.
The sphere traced a graceful arc in the air before melting instantly upon contact with the Basilisk's head, transforming into two rings that clung tightly to its neck and eyes.
The familiar tight band, the familiar feeling...
The Basilisk suddenly felt as if he were back in the Chamber of Secrets, his entire body covered in roosters, and fear exploded within him.
With the headband back on and his memories restored, the Basilisk's body went limp.
Feeling the tighter band around its head, the Basilisk immediately began to writhe and roll on the ground.
"Spare me, spare me!"
Tom was furious and cursed the Basilisk in Parseltongue.
"You useless beast! Get up right now!"
"Bite him with your venomous fangs, crush him with your body! What are you doing?!"
Although Tom's tone grew increasingly stern, the Basilisk seemed terrified and remained motionless.
Enraged, Tom continued to hurl insults.
"Useless! Useless! All useless trash!"
Silan watched him calmly, appearing completely in control and at ease, even taking the time to adjust her cloak.
This was a gift from Hermione; it wouldn't be good if it got dirty.
Upon seeing Snape the Basilisk's eyes were covered, Snape immediately rushed to Silan and raised his wand.
With the Basilisk's eyes covered, the greatest threat was removed, and he could now unleash his full power.
But Silan stopped him. "Don't rush, Professor Snape, I have a way to deal with the Basilisk."
Snape frowned silently.
But seeing Silan's confident demeanor, he didn't say much, simply remaining standing in front of him, wary of the Basilisk and Lockhart.
Silan raised his hands as he faced the Basilisk.
All eyes were on him, but no one understood what he meant.
Without a wand or anything else in his hand, what exactly is Prewett up to?
Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, Silan calmly looked at the Basilisk.
"Death or submission? Choose."
Before the Basilisk could speak, Silan snapped his fingers.
A crisp snap of fingers echoed through the Great Hall, leaving everyone stunned.
Snap of fingers?
Would this work on the Basilisk?
Tom curled his lips into a mocking smile.
"You think you can subdue the Basilisk with a snap of your fingers? Don't be naive!"
"This Basilisk has lived for over a thousand years. It's ferocious, vicious, and unruly. It took me countless hours and effort to subdue Basilisk. It couldn't possibly..." Tom's unfinished sentence caught in his throat.
He saw a point of light suddenly appear on the Basilisk's head, then instantly enlarge, transforming into an arm-thick bolt of electricity that instantly covered its entire body.
The immense pain caused the Basilisk in agony, its body twisting and writhing uncontrollably. Its piercing screams felt like steel needles stabbing into the skin.
The Basilisk was charred black from the electric shock, and some of its scales were curled up.
"And your answer?" Silan asked.
"I..." The Basilisk shook its head hesitantly, using its sense of smell to pinpoint Lockhart's location.
Although its eyes were covered, the Basilisk still turned its head to look in that direction.
Silan didn't speak, but snapped her fingers again.
The screams of agony echoed through the Great Hall once more.
Amidst flashes of lightning, everyone remained silent, except for the Basilisk writhed in agony.
Soon, the Basilisk realized that if it did not submit, it might really die.
The little wizard who always had a smile on his face in my memory was nothing like the gentle person he appeared to be.
He's a complete devil in human skin!
Devil!
"I submit... to my great master..."
"I offer you my eternal loyalty and soul; my eyes will slay all enemies for you; every scale on my body will bear the mark of my devotion to you..."
The Basilisk said these words without the slightest remorse.
Arrogance? How much does arrogance cost per pound?
He can also Parseltongue, so he might be a descendant of Slytherin, or even have a purer bloodline.
I am doing this in accordance with the teachings of Slytherin!
Besides, Slytherin himself had no objections.
"You're very smart." Silan smiled. "Come here."
"Here comes my great master!"
The Basilisk lowered its head and slithered obsequiously to Silan's side, then lay prostrate at his feet.
Silan watched Lockhart's expression with great interest.
Shock, anger, confusion, jealousy, resentment... a mix of emotions mingled on his face.
It can be said that the variety of his facial expressions was simply breathtaking.
The three professors exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of surprise and confusion in each other's eyes.
They subdued the Basilisk so easily?
What method did he use?
Lee Jordan quickly relayed the situation outside to his classmates.
"Prewett didn't use a wand or take anything; he just snapped his fingers, and lightning crackled from the Basilisk's body."
Lockhart probably didn't expect things to turn out this way; the expression on his face was really funny!
After finishing his statement, Lee Jordan concluded, "Prewett has subdued the Basilisk!"
"Now the Basilisk is on his side."
This single sentence was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, drowning out all the chatter.
The students fell silent.
None of them could figure out how Prewett managed to do it.
Without a wand or anything else, he simply snapped his fingers and subdued the Basilisk?
This is absolutely outrageous!
If it were published in the Daily Prophet, the editorial office would probably be overflowing with letters from wizards asking if it was true or not.
After a moment of silence, a small voice suddenly asked from the crowd, "They both Parseltongue and can control Basilisk, so... who is the true Heir of Slytherin?"
This is indeed a perplexing issue.
The fact that Lockhart released the Basilisk means he found the Chamber of Secrets from the very beginning and controlled the Basilisk to harm people. Yet, he is Ravenclaw House.
Although Prewett was from Slytherin House, he had just subdued the Basilisk and had not yet found the Chamber of Secrets.
After another moment of silence, a voice answered.
"Whoever wins is the heir."