These people's skulls were the best proof.
At that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to Gerald.
Perhaps this magical world of Harry Potter was nowhere near as simple as the original story depicted.
At the very least, Salazar Slytherin himself had certainly killed plenty of people and studied plenty of dark magic.
By then, the basilisk had stopped struggling.
Blood was still dripping from its upper jaw, but it no longer tried to attack.
Its enormous amber slit pupils stared fixedly at Gerald in the darkness, its eyes filled with wariness.
It truly had no way of dealing with this human.
It could neither beat him nor escape.
Yet it could never quite resign itself to submitting.
It had spent over a thousand years beneath Hogwarts, guarding the Chamber of Secrets for Slytherin its entire life.
It knew that, as a basilisk, it was often condemned, but at least it was loyal enough.
"Despicable human, what will it take for you to let me go?" For the first time, a trace of helplessness entered the basilisk's hissing.
"Let you go? I told you, submit or die!" Gerald held his sword across his body, the radiance of the Golden Light Mantra flowing along its edge.
"You! If I fight to the death, neither of us will come out of this well." The basilisk raised its head, a trace of savagery flashing through its slit pupils.
"Then go ahead and try. Do you think what you've seen is the full extent of my strength?"
As Gerald spoke, his robes stirred without any wind, and golden light poured out of his body, illuminating him like a god descended to the mortal world.
He drove the Golden Light Mantra to its limit. The yuanqi in his dantian surged madly through his meridians, and the