The Basilisk turned against them, and the situation has immediately shifted to the aliens' offense and defense.
Even though Tom Riddle's soul is now controlling Lockhart's body, he is powerless against three unrestrained professors. Tom, who was so arrogant just now because of the Basilisk, can no longer be so arrogant.
You could even say he looks utterly pathetic.
The wounds caused by "Sectumsempra" were extremely difficult to heal, and the excessive blood loss turned his face almost grayish-white.
The marks from when Snape hit her with a rock still lingered on her face, bluish-purple patches that stood out starkly against her ashen complexion.
Tom is left alone to face three professors, a tamed Basilisk, and Silan has yet to take out his wand.
In this situation, it gives the impression that he was being ganged up on by unscrupulous villains and was unable to defeat them despite his best efforts.
It has a poignant feel to it, like a hero meeting his end.
However, it would have been even better if he hadn't ended up with Lockhart's bruised and swollen face...
He looks ridiculous now.
It feels like righteous wizards teaming up to eliminate the pig demon.
This made Silan secretly shake his head.
In his opinion, Voldemort's aesthetic sense was truly indescribable, always managing to reach new heights of ugliness.
Previously, it was hidden on the back of Quirrell's head, which was disgusting to look at. Now it's wearing Lockhart's pig head, and even in its original form, it doesn't even have a nose...
I'm starting to wonder if my nose got rubbed off while I was lying on the ground...
No wonder he's called "Voldemort".
Despite the unfavorable situation and Lockhart's pig-like face, Tom wasn't afraid.
Since only Lockhart will die anyway, he just needs to find a chance to send the Diary out.
To be honest, he was initially reluctant to let Lockhart bring the Diary, as there was some risk involved.
But this fool was stubborn and wouldn't listen to any advice. This strong willpower meant that Tom couldn't even control him at first.
Thanks to Snape for breaking his willpower.
But what a mess this is!
Tom didn't think it was his problem at all; it was clearly Lockhart's fault.
He's a complete novice.
Tom, filled with resentment, took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing what he thought was an elegant smile.
Unfortunately, this expression paired with a pig's head looks rather bizarre.
Snape frowned repeatedly, Professor Sprout simply turned his head away, and as for Professor Flitwick, he couldn't see clearly because of the height difference.
"Can I ask you a question?" Tom asked, staring at Silan with a mixture of curiosity and disgust.
"Sure," Silan shrugged generously, "But you've already asked one question."
Tom: "..."
"Can I ask two questions?"
"Sure, but you've already asked two questions."
Tom gritted his teeth and said, "You're playing me!"
"Isn't it obvious?" Silan exclaimed in surprise. "You didn't just realize that now, did you?"
After saying that, Silan looked at him with a sympathetic expression.
Tom simply couldn't accept that look, which seemed to regard him as mentally challenged.
Silan wasn't a good person to begin with. He wasn't usually that mean; he was just pretending. Besides, there was no need for him to be so harsh in front of his friends.
But the question is, who are you Tom Riddle?
Snape's face remained cold, but the corner of his lips twitched involuntarily. Professor Sprout turned his head away, trying to suppress his laughter, but finally burst out laughing.
"Uh... sorry..." Professor Sprout somewhat embarrassedly.
Tom gritted his teeth, his bruised and swollen face twitching slightly before he asked coldly, "How exactly did you control the Basilisk?"
This was his biggest question.
He just couldn't understand how this guy could control the Basilisk in such a short time without using a wand or Spells.
How is that possible?
You have to understand, he spent a lot of time and effort on it back then.
Silan said casually, "It's simple, because I'm better than you."
Such a seemingly casual remark struck Tom Riddle like a sharp sword, leaving him breathless.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Shut up!"
Silan suddenly interrupted Tom, pointing at him with a disdainful sneer.
You don't even have the Basilisk anymore, yet you still dare to bark and howl?
"Incompetent fool, stray dog on the street! You waste your time, have no ambition, and only rely on external forces to prolong your life."
"You... I..." Tom stammered, unable to refute, still catching his breath.
Silan snorted coldly, "Once in power, he becomes extremely arrogant, showing no respect for his teachers or the true meaning of magic. He only knows how to pander to the crowd and seek fame. He has accomplished nothing in his life, only knowing how to talk big and hide in fear!"
"You! You..." Tom was stunned by his outburst, his eyes blazing with fury, and his hand holding the wand trembled.
"You're nothing but a stray dog, a drowning rat, how dare you compare yourself to me? You think you're of noble blood and extraordinary, but in my eyes, you're nothing more than a roadside weed. Of course, the Basilisk wouldn't want to follow a piece of trash like you!"
Silan finished speaking in one breath, then gave Tom a cold, disdainful look, as if she were really looking at a dead dog on the street.
The surroundings were quiet, and everyone was stunned.
The three professors were somewhat surprised.
In their memory, Silan was not a student who would swear, and they had never seen him so angry.
But they quickly realized: Prewett was avenging them. Lockhart had just used the Basilisk to mock them relentlessly, and now Prewett was giving him a taste of his own medicine—it was truly gratifying.
Professor Sprout looked at Silan with a gentle expression, Professor Flitwick smiled broadly, and even Snape's lips curled into a slight smile.
The only thing that puzzled Snape was that Silan's tone of voice didn't seem to be directed at Lockhart, but rather at someone else...
Knowing that the Basilisk had been tamed, the students quickly moved the wooden planks aside and peeked out from the gaps between them.
Hearing Silan's words, I felt a pang of emotion.
As expected of someone from Pure-blood families, Prewett's insults were delivered without a single swear word, displaying true elegance, composure, and aristocratic grace.
Malfoy's assessment of this was. "While he may be slightly inferior to me in terms of aristocratic demeanor, he is still quite respectable."
The students whispered among themselves.
"Elegant, composed, and powerful..."
"This is the Heir of Slytherin!"
At this point, the students, in perfect unison, cast a disdainful glance at Tom and shook their heads.
You look so pathetic.
If you were the heir, Slytherin would probably rise from their graves in anger.
If Silan's words were a series of heavy blows to Tom, then the students' disdainful looks were the final straw that broke the camel's back.
That look of disgust and disdain was etched deep into Tom's memory; it was the thing he hated most.
Avada Kedavra!
Enraged, Tom launched an attack without regard for the consequences, but Snape blocked it.
Silan simply uttered two words, words Tom knew all too well, for he had said them to the Basilisk not long before.
"Attack."
Upon receiving the command, the Basilisk twisted its body on the ground, instantly rising to its feet and lunging at Tom.
Despite having its eyes covered, the Basilisk's sense of smell and hearing were extremely keen, making it easy for it to pinpoint its location.
The professors also got involved.
Tom was struggling to fend off the professors' Spells when, before he knew it, the Basilisk was already in front of him.