After getting Dobby settled, Douglas returned to the girls' bathroom.
As soon as he entered, he saw that Fudge had arrived, while Hagrid and Professor Kettleburn had already gone back.
Everyone who had entered the hole had come out. Several grimy, disheveled people stood surrounded by the others, and almost everyone except Newt had sustained some injuries.
Douglas said in surprise:
"That fast?"
Snape, who was applying medicine to a wound on his arm, heard Douglas's question and said disdainfully:
"A king of serpents with no intelligence..."
Newt corrected him from the side:
"You can't say it had no intelligence at all. This basilisk had the intelligence of a four-year-old child.
Unfortunately, it was already very old. None of us speaks Parseltongue, or we could have commanded it to hibernate. It might have lived for another few decades."
Douglas's eyes lit up at that, and he hurriedly asked Snape:
"Professor..."
A strange smile appeared on Snape's face. Then he grabbed a bag from his person and threw it to Douglas.
Douglas caught it and opened it, only to find a large piece of shed snakeskin inside.
He looked at Snape in confusion:
"That's it?"
Seeing this, Newt asked curiously:
"Douglas, can shed snakeskin be made into fine food too? I don't think the cookbook you gave me had any recipes for it..."
The corner of Douglas's mouth twitched. Such a huge snake, and all I get is a piece of shed skin. And who knows how many years ago it shed this.
"Professor Snape, that's hardly fair..."
Professor McGonagall whispered to Professor Sprout:
"Well? I told you Douglas would be upset."
Professor Sprout shrugged and said helplessly:
"The meat practically flew out of his mouth. I'd be upset too. I've never eaten meat from a nearly thousand-year-old snake..."
Snape raised