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Chapter 226: The Treasure Boy, Voldemort
Chapter 226: The Treasure Boy, Voldemort
The small room was in disarray, with scorch marks everywhere, evidence of Fiendfyre's destructive power. Even the Erised Mirror wasn't spared; its golden frame was half-melted, and the mirror's surface was covered in ash, cracked and damaged.
Chiro was nowhere to be seen.
As he touched Harry, his body began to rapidly turn black and charred, like a desiccated plaster statue, until he crumbled into ashes.
At the moment of Voldemort's death, a ghostly figure emerged from the room, leaving only Harry and Kyle, along with Dumbledore, who had just arrived.
...
Upon entering the room, Dumbledore furrowed his brows, and his eyes, full of mischief, glanced at Kyle.
But a moment later, he turned away and smiled, saying, "If I'm not mistaken, you were about to cast the All Spells Cease, weren't you? Professor Flitwick's words were true—you've indeed mastered this spell, and it's not an easy feat."
"I just happened to see it in the library during the holidays," Kyle replied, helping Harry up from where he had collapsed. "To be honest, I'm not sure I could pull it off every time. Luckily, you arrived..."
"There's no need for modesty, Kyle," Dumbledore winked. "Did I mention it before? You're the most outstanding young wizard I've ever seen...and you always bring me new surprises."
"You're too kind, Professor," Kyle said, a bit embarrassed. "If it weren't for your improvements to the spell, I might not have had the chance to learn it at all. You're the true master."
"You're making me blush..." Dumbledore smiled. "It's just a matter of opportunity, and it's not just my doing. Many contributed to this."
As they exchanged compliments, Harry, lying on the ground, suddenly trembled and reached out his arm.
He felt he could still be saved...
The effects of Chiro's presence hadn't completely dissipated, and the piercing pain made it difficult for Harry to speak a complete sentence.
If possible, he really wanted to visit the Hospital Wing first.
"Oh, Harry...I'm sorry," Dumbledore quickly took him to the Hospital Wing.
Kyle followed along.
After returning to the castle, Dumbledore suddenly paused and turned to Kyle, saying, "Fiendfyre is a dangerous form of Dark Magic, and its effects aren't limited to just burning.
If you have no other matters, I suggest you also go to the Hospital Wing for a check-up."
"Yes, Professor," Kyle nodded. "But before that, may I return to the dormitory first? Cedric and the others must be worried sick."
"Understandable..." Dumbledore said. "But remember to hurry."
With that, he left with Harry.
However, instead of going to the dormitory, Kyle went to the second floor, to the Peonies bathroom.
After seeing Voldemort, he suddenly remembered something.
Basilisk...
Kyle had always believed that one must have Slytherin's blood to control a basilisk, but he realized he might have been mistaken.
If Riddle controlled the basilisk using his blood fifty years ago, what about fifty years later?
Newt once said that all artificially bred creatures share a common trait.
To better control these dangerous creatures and prevent backlash, their creators would impose a certain will upon them from the start.
This also leads to their brains being formatted, and the more powerful the creature, the more pronounced this effect.
The basilisk is no exception, so it's impossible for it to remember a face and voice for long.
Even if the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets had been asleep for fifty years, its memory would still be formatted after just five days.
Riddle, in his diary form, didn't even have a physical body. How could he control the basilisk?
But if it's a soul...why not Harry?
As the last Soul Artifact, his body also contains a fragment of Voldemort's soul. In a sense, he and the diary Riddle are the same. There's no reason it shouldn't work for him!
Kyle felt he had guessed the key to the problem.
With the effects of Felix Felicis still lingering, he was eager to test his theory.
In the bathroom, Kyle quickly removed the quill wedged in the door crack and entered.
Peonies wasn't there, and the bathroom was eerily quiet.
Kyle, familiar with the route, swiftly opened the passage to the Chamber of Secrets and rode his broomstick straight in.
The passage remained dark and damp, but Kyle no longer felt the tension he had experienced during his first visit.
Riding his broomstick, he arrived at the stone wall at top speed and entered the Chamber.
Kyle looked at the Slytherin statue, and though it might have been an illusion, he felt that the statue seemed slightly different from the last time he saw it.
However, he couldn't pinpoint the exact difference; he only vaguely sensed that the statue seemed more lively.
But that's impossible... This statue has been here for over a thousand years. Why would it suddenly change?
Kyle stared at the statue's eyes, wanting to study it more closely.
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But the next moment, he suddenly remembered that Dumbledore was still waiting for him at the hospital wing.
If he spent too much time here, Dumbledore might go to his dormitory to look for him, which would be troublesome.
"Forget it, there's no time. We'll deal with it later," Kyle said, snapping out of his trance and feeling much more alert.
Then, he shifted his gaze from the statue, opened the box, and placed all the remaining ten roosters at the entrance, feeding each of them the stimulant potion.
After completing this task, Kyle looked at the statue's face again and opened his mouth, emitting a hissing sound.
This was a sentence of Parseltongue he had learned a long time ago, the most crucial one...
"Speak to me, Slytherin... One of the greatest founders of Hogwarts."
The enormous stone-carved face of the Slytherin statue moved, its mouth opening wider and wider until it formed a massive black hole.
Something deep within the statue stirred and began to rustle upwards.
"Stop!" Kyle shouted, closing his eyes.
His hand tightly gripped the box.
This was a test.
If the Basilisk didn't obey him and continued to crawl out, he would have to open the box immediately.
Although the ten roosters' power was slightly weaker, they could still pose a lethal threat to the Basilisk.
Kyle's heart began to pound fiercely, and he had never felt as tense as he did at that moment.
It seemed like only an instant, yet it felt like a long time had passed when Kyle suddenly realized that the faint rustling sound from within the statue had disappeared.
The Basilisk truly stopped moving.
A cold, raspy voice echoed from within the statue.
"I obey your command... Master..."
Success!
Kyle excitedly covered his chest.
His previous guess was correct; the Basilisk was just a magical creature, unable to distinguish the bloodline and soul of Slytherin. The true controller was... the sentence that opened the statue in Parseltongue!
That sentence of Parseltongue must have been recorded in a special way, possibly at Hogwarts or elsewhere... But Kyle was certain that only the true heir of Slytherin could find it.
Finding the Parseltongue sentence and using it to open the Chamber of Secrets would make him the master of the Basilisk!
First, the method of creating Soul Artifacts, and now the Basilisk... Voldemort was truly a treasure trove of knowledge!
That one call of 'Professor' was so worth it!
(End of Chapter)
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