The Basilisk bowed respectfully and quickly explained, "I need my venom and scales."
"Explain in detail."
"Grind my scales into powder, then mix them with venom in a 3:7 ratio, and apply it to the forehead of the Slytherin Statue. A spell will then appear on it." The Basilisk carefully lay on the ground, not daring to raise its head.
"Simply recite this incantation to me, and our souls will tune and resonate, allowing you to enter my soul. The knowledge left behind by Slytherin will be open to you without reservation."
"Oh, my great master, I am willing to offer you my venom." The Basilisk's voice became obsequious.
"Sensible."
Silan didn't stand on ceremony; he took a glass bottle and used his wand to make it fly to the Basilisk.
He wouldn't risk getting too close to the Basilisk Fang by trying to catch it with his bare hands.
Dark green venom flowed from the Basilisk's silvery-white fangs, turning into a green beaded thread that slowly dripped into the glass bottle.
Silan sealed away the snake venom, glanced at the Basilisk's scales which had been restored, and asked, "Where are the scales?"
"Great master, I can keep the scales until I molt; there will be some remaining scales then..."
"How long will it take?" Silan asked, frowning.
"One year."
Silan interrupted it impatiently, "Do I have to wait another year for you?"
Being so stingy, it really makes you jealous.
After a snap of his fingers, electricity returned to the Basilisk's body, straightening the tip of its tail.
"Hissing roar..."
The Basilisk's body trembled violently, its belly tumbling and twisting on the ground.
"Norbert, do it." Silan waved his hand.
Norbert, who had been standing to the side, immediately stood at attention and replied, "Understood, Master!"
Sensing danger, the Basilisk instinctively twisted its body to escape, but Silan's devilish voice rang out.
"Stop."
The Basilisk, too afraid to move.
Norbert spread his wings, pounced, and placed his two hind claws on the Basilisk's body, while his two front claws reached out and groped around on the Basilisk's body.
The Basilisk, which is enormous to ordinary people, is nothing compared to the Dragon.
The Basilisk huddled miserably beneath Norbert, its forked tongue flicking incessantly, its body trembling slightly uncontrollably.
He looked so pitiful.
Norbert, on the other hand, seemed somewhat excited.
Seeing this, Silan's expression turned strange.
Something feels off...
The Basilisk, in particular, was blindfolded and wanted to escape but couldn't because of its master's orders...
"Stop dawdling, hurry up," Silan urged.
Shaking her head, Silan banished the strange thoughts from her mind and looked away.
What is all this nonsense?
The word "training" can no longer be used; it's given me a bad name.
I am clearly a pure and kind Slytherin wizard!
After the Basilisk let out two miserable howls, Norbert released it and handed the few scales he had ripped off to Silan.
"Bring the Basilisk near your lair and keep a close watch on it," Silan instructed Norbert.
After saying that, he threw a bottle of Hemostatic Healing Potion at the spot where the Basilisk had been peeled off.
The fine droplets of blood that had seeped from the Basilisk's body vanished instantly, and a thin layer of scales grew in the blink of an eye.
Because of its color difference from the surrounding area, it stands out.
The Basilisk, which had been wailing pitifully just moments before, immediately stopped and turned its belly up to fawn over Silan.
"My great master, you are truly merciful!"
Before Silan could speak, a virtual screen suddenly appeared in front of her.
[Animal Bloodline: Proficiency +15]
Silan:???
No, this increases proficiency?
Something's off about you, you Basilisk. Have you awakened some strange fetish?
Silan fell silent, unsure of what expression to make.
Dragon with unwavering faith and lofty ideals, Cat Leopard obsessed with its secret-recipe snacks, and now a Basilisk that seems to have awakened some peculiar fetish... Why are all these Magical Creatures so strange?
How so?
Is it because of me?
Faced with the increasing number of bizarre Magical Creatures in her Suitcase, Silan even began to seriously consider the matter.
"Don't worry, Master!" Norbert the Dragon stood at attention. "I guarantee the mission will be completed!"
"Mmm... Ah... Okay..."
Silan gave a perfunctory reply, then hurriedly left with the Basilisk's scales and venom.
Let's leave this place of trouble first...
Miss Granger got up very early this morning.
After getting dressed in bed, Hermione tiptoed out of bed.
While keeping an eye on her roommate, she tiptoed towards the door.
During this time, Lavender turned over, and Parvati mumbled something in her sleep, which made Hermione's heart jump.
They froze on the spot without a sound.
Fortunately, neither of them woke up.
Hermione carefully closed the door, let out a long sigh of relief, and dashed out of the common room.
She slipped into the kitchen, made a few sandwiches, put them in a small basket, and walked towards the Hospital Wing.
"You've arrived very early, Miss Granger."
Madam Pomfrey glanced at the small basket in Hermione's hand and said with a smile, "Looks like I won't be making him breakfast."
Hermione smiled shyly, and asked somewhat pleadingly, "Could I...?"
Go quickly.
This time, Madam Pomfrey did not hesitate. "I'll examine him after you've finished breakfast."
After thanking her, Hermione jogged to the door of Silan's hospital room.
After pausing to catch her breath, Hermione tidied her clothes and hair with her hands before knocking on the door.
"Please come in," Silan's voice rang out.
Hermione pushed open the door and saw Silan sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book. She asked, "Why aren't you sleeping a little longer?"
"I knew you'd come, and I've been waiting for you." Silan smiled, closed the book, and looked up at Hermione.
Hermione was at a loss for words, so she shyly raised the small basket in her hand to cover her face and whispered, "I made your favorite sandwiches."
"Thanks."
Silan laughed and patted the seat next to her. "If you don't mind, sit down and eat with me."
Hermione nodded and quickly sat down next to Silan, sitting very close to him.
"Getting up early was definitely the right thing to do!" Miss Granger thought to herself happily.
After the two had breakfast, Madam Pomfrey came in and gave Silan a final check-up.
"Very good, everything is normal." Madam Pomfrey put away the medical equipment and nodded in satisfaction.
"But don't take any more risks after this; those are the professors' job."
"Thank you," Silan said, then asked, "How is Lockhart?"
"Him?" Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "I reattached his arm, but..."
She hesitated for a moment, "But his spirit, or rather his soul, has been severely damaged, and there's nothing I can do about it."
"I heard that someone from the Ministry of Magic is coming today to take Lockhart to Azkaban. Alright, you can be discharged now."
After saying her last words, Madam Pomfrey escorted the two of them to the entrance of the Hospital Wing.
Silan and Hermione had just stepped out of the Hospital Wing when they saw two people dressed in dark cloaks walking towards them.
One of the elderly wizards glanced at Silan and then exchanged a look with his companion.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Prewett?"
"It's me." Silan nodded. "What do you need?"