A giant snake, capable of petrifying creatures— Morris felt he had seen a similar description in some book, but he couldn't quite place it.
The following evening, Morris went to the Restricted Section and searched for a long time before finally finding the relevant record in a book.
The book is called " The Great Herpo the Foul," which records the life of Herpo the Foul, a famous black wizard of ancient Greece. It seems to have been written by a fanatical admirer.
The Herpo the Foul discovered that eggs hatched from toads could give birth to a terrifying being, the Basilisk.
"Any living being that makes eye Basilisk will die instantly. Even just seeing its eyes indirectly will result in permanent petrification."
"What a powerful creation! What a magnificent discovery!"
"Below, I will explain in detail the specific procedures for raising the Basilisk..."
Clearly, the enormous snake that the Guantou had seen that night was one of these creatures called the Basilisk.
Morris put the book back on the shelf, cast Disillusionment Charm on himself, and left the library silently.
The monster's information has been confirmed. Next, we need to figure out how to find the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir of Slytherin.
In the corridor outside the library, Morris bumped into a figure that surprised him somewhat.
Albus Dumbledore.
He immediately used his Shadow Concealment to enter the shadows.
However, just as he passed Dumbledore, the old headmaster paused, his gaze falling precisely on the darkness where he was hiding, and his lips moved slightly.
I can't hear the sound clearly, but I can read the lip movements.
" Morris."
They were calling his name.
They've been discovered.
Morris reluctantly dispelled the Shadow Concealment, and his figure emerged from the shadows.
Good evening, Professor.
Dumbledore showed no surprise, simply nodding slightly. "Good evening."
"How did you find me?" Morris asked curiously.
Based on previous intelligence, Dumbledore shouldn't have been able to sense him hiding in the shadows.
Dumbledore blinked. "Intuition."
"That doesn't sound very believable," Morris said skeptically.
"Well," Dumbledore stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I asked Fawkes for a method, and it taught me how to sense presence in the shadows."
Fawkes?
Morris felt a chill run down his spine.
He remembered that it was Dumbledore's phoenix.
As expected of the most powerful wizard in the world today, he is indeed not to be underestimated.
"So," Dumbledore changed the subject, "To get back to the point, Morris, why are you here at this time?"
Yes, why?
You can't exactly say you went to browse the Restricted Section, can you?
Morris didn't answer, changing the subject instead. " Professor Dumbledore, I've figured out what attacked my cat."
Dumbledore glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What is it?"
" The Basilisk." Morris stated the answer directly, there was no need to hide it.
Dumbledore's voice was steady, "Are you sure, Morris?"
Morris nodded. "About ninety percent."
Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke, " The Basilisk is a very dangerous creature, and its eyes do indeed possess the ability to petrify beings, which is certainly within the scope of my speculation."
Morris asked, "Have you found the location of the Chamber of Secrets?"
"That's the problem," Dumbledore shook his head, "We can't even be sure if a Chamber of Secrets really exists at Hogwarts."
This answer surprised Morris. "That's really not good news."
"But I believe this matter will be resolved soon." Dumbledore smiled and stepped aside. "It's time to go back and rest, Morris. The night's explorations are fascinating, but a good night's sleep is more important for a young mind."
He paused, then added gently, "However, I still want to remind you to be careful when you go out at night."
Morris nodded and took his leave, his figure quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Dumbledore neither deducted his House Points nor imposed any punishment.
This principal was surprisingly tolerant.
Although Morris believed the Chamber of Secrets existed, finding its exact location within the Great Hogwarts was like finding a needle in a haystack.
He didn't think he could find a room that no one had been able to discover for hundreds of years easily.
He's not some chosen one.
This matter must be put on hold for now.
So Morris resumed his usual routine.
Practicing spells, brewing Potions, tinkering with dragon bones...
On Saturday morning, the first Quidditch Match of the school year began on time, despite the heavy rain.
The match Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Morris went to join in the fun, as usual.
He can understand a little bit of Quidditch Match now, so it's not too boring.
The entire Slytherin team had switched to new brooms sponsored by Old Malfoy, making them significantly faster than the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
However, Morris still favors Gryffindor to win.
Because Slytherin had a not-so-bright player, Draco Malfoy.
He was clearly not well-suited for the Seeker position; his performance was almost sleepwalking.
"I don't think replacing Slytherin with Malfoy was a good choice," Morris overheard Cho Chang analyzing. "He's too nervous, and frankly, compared to Harry, he flies like he's just strolling around."
Morris refocused his attention on the field.
Suddenly, Harry dodged left and right in mid-air as a Bludger was relentlessly chasing and hitting him.
"That ball is tough," said Cho Chang, holding up his binoculars. " Potter is in danger."
Morris suddenly remembered that Harry's broom seemed to have been cursed last year.
Is the exact same story going to repeat itself again?
That's so unoriginal.
Gryffindor Quidditch Team called a timeout quickly, but it was to no avail.
After the game resumed, the Bludger continued to relentlessly pursue Harry.
In the chaos, Harry suddenly dove down and caught the Golden Snitch, but at the cost of plunging headfirst into the mud.
The whistle blew.
Morris followed the crowd to Harry's side and found that the man had fainted and his arm was bent unnaturally, clearly broken.
What a reckless fellow.
It's just a game of ball, is it really necessary to play so hard?
Amid the chaos, Lockhart pushed through the crowd and stepped forward with a confident smile.
"Don't worry! Leave it to me!" he said loudly. "I have plenty of experience treating these kinds of simple injuries."
Seeing Lockhart take out his wand, Morris suddenly became interested.
He didn't think he'd ever seen Lockhart use any proper magic.