The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts Chapter 46

"Why don't you see him so brave usually?" Moriarty raised his forehead: "He's really overexcited, I'll go down and have a look."

"The commandment to liberate the sky, let the stars call our body and mind, Dimoaka!"

Moriarty chanted silently and flew into the pipe.

"Ahh-ah!" Marcus's shout echoed in the pipe, Moriarty seemed to be wearing headphones, and the 3D surround sound made him feel the beating of his left and right ears.

"Fly up, Marcus!" Moriarty shouted forward, "If you can't do it, adjust your position and fall down."

After about two minutes, Moriarty heard Marcus' intermittent voice: "Sir...Sir, I...do my best..."

Moriarty was amused. Fortunately, although the **** of this pipe is very steep, it twists and turns, and the interior is very spacious. Marcus will not be in danger, and Moriarty will not. Leave him alone.

Marcus slid deep, deep under the school grounds, until the curved pipe became level, he emerged from the mouth of the pipe, and fell to the wet ground with a thud.

Moriarty also flew over at this time, "Fluorescent flashing!" Moriarty probed the staff around to observe the surrounding environment.

Marcus got up, looked at the dark, sticky walls, and stammered: "Sir, is this the secret room?"

"Obviously not." Moriarty increased the magic power output, a faint blue light flashed on the top of the staff, and the wall reflected the light reflecting the shadows of the two of them.

Marcus immediately saw a dark stone tunnel, the ground was full of rodent skeletons, water droplets were attached to the walls, and the damp and cold breath surrounded the surroundings.

"Let's go," Moriarty strode, "remember to pull out your wand."

The two continued to walk forward. The road became more and more tortuous. A shadow suddenly appeared in front of them. Marcus subconsciously chanted a magic spell: "Remove your weapons!"

"Crack!" The red light seemed to penetrate the shadow and hit the floor.

"Don't panic, I think, it's the skin that came off the basilisk." Moriarty smiled slightly, which made Marcus feel relieved. He also used a "fluorescent flash" and stepped forward cautiously.

The light hit a pair of green snakeskin. Rao was mentally prepared, but Marcus was still startled. He controlled his trembling legs and swallowed his throat: "Sir, such a big snakeskin , that basilisk is at least twenty feet long."

"Of course the size of the basilisk is a terrifying factor, and another factor is its survival time. For this kind of old monster that has survived for thousands of years, the survival skills and combat intuition mastered by ordinary people are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so be careful. wonderful."

Moriarty reminded Marcus a little. In fact, in his opinion, the basilisk of Salazar ancestors was abandoned. I am afraid that for thousands of years, the basilisk will not be able to fill its stomach.

Marcus nodded obediently. After Moriarty took away the snake skin, the two continued to walk forward. After going through one curve after another, they finally found a solid wall standing in front of them.

It is engraved with two intertwined snakes, with large, shining emeralds in their eyes.

"Ding! Ding!"

Moriarty knocked the staff on the emerald one after another, not even speaking of the snake, the two snakes separated, the stone wall cracked from the middle, slipped to the sides and disappeared.

"Let me walk in front of you, sir." Marcus seemed to be drained of all his strength after saying this, but his eyes were only serious.

I finally got a little manly. Moriarty was satisfied, but instead of showing it, he said, "Courage without wisdom is recklessness. Proving yourself requires real courage, not recklessness."

Marcus seemed to understand, but he fulfilled his promise, holding the wand in his hand, and slowly stepped in along the stone wall.

They were standing on the side of a long, dimly lit room. Pillars of stone carved with entwined serpents soared to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness high above.

With no sign of the basilisk, Marcus breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Moriarty, only to find that his master had already walked deep into the room.

"It is indeed the architectural style of Slytherin, which is in line with the style of the ancestors." Moriarty looked around at a circle of scattered stone pillars, which were similar in structure to the twelve stone pillars in the castle hall.

"As for this statue..."

Moriarty raised his neck and locked it firmly on the dark wall behind, which was close to a statue as high as the room itself.

"An old-fashioned, monkey-like face and a sparse long beard? Is this the true face of my ancestors?"

Moriarty touched his chin with interest. It's really interesting. It's not that he hasn't seen Salazar's face, and Salazar won't turn into this ghost even if he is about to be old.

It was confirmed just now that the secret room was built by Salazar himself, and it is impossible for anyone to fake it.

In this way, the statue becomes intriguing.

Marcus said a fair word: "Unless Salazar deliberately built his statue to be unsightly, I would never have imagined that such a ghost would be created based on Mr.'s heroic appearance!"

The huge stone face suddenly moved, its mouth opened, and it opened wider and wider, and finally formed a huge black hole. A **** guy rushed out of the black hole and fell violently to the ground.

The floor trembled, and Marcus, who was still very brave before, was like a deflated ball, slumped to the ground, and he didn't know where to throw his wand.

"The basilisk is here! Don't look into its eyes, run!" Moriarty reminded loudly, and Marcus ran to the other side, hissing exhausted: "You go first, sir, I'll come Get it away and go!"

Loyalty is commendable, Moriarty nodded. He continued to remind: "Use the flying spell to fly behind it!"

"Unblock, ah no, liberation! Etna, heaven..." Marcus's tongue seemed to be knotted, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence as he muttered, his face became as white as a ghost.

The basilisk won't wait too long for Marcus to bite Marcus with its big mouth!

"Ah—" Marcus shouted again, and gradually he found himself floating. He opened his eyes, looked left and right, and found Moriarty looking at him with a smile beside him.

"To be my follower, you must have two most basic conditions, loyalty and bravery." Moriarty said solemnly: "Congratulations, Marcus Flint. You passed the test I gave you."

Marcus' pale face turned red, and he said excitedly, "Sir, it's my honor! I..."

Moriarty interrupted him directly: "Just call me young master in the future - my servants and subordinates call me that. From now on~www.mtlnovel.com~ I will put a lot of resources into you, you can Write to your old father and tell him that the Flint family is about to rise again."

A loud hissing sound rang from under the two of them, and the basilisk found them, bulging up, his golden eyes looking around like giant headlights.

Moriarty pointed his wand to the ground, "Whispering Snake!"

The hissing sound of the snake language was mixed with the ancient Latin language. The basilisk seemed to recognize the snake language, but its body was entangled by snakes.

A secluded snake climbed onto the head of the basilisk. The basilisk glanced at the secluded snake angrily, and the secluded snake was petrified.

Moriarty knew that the basilisk's eyes could instantly kill any person or animal whose eyes came into contact with it. Although the serpent was not a real snake, it was petrified rather than dissipated.

A flash of lightning flashed across Moriarty's mind for a few moments. Perhaps to increase the level of the Whispering Snake, he can start from the aspect of "absorbing the magic power of snake-like magical creatures"?

But now was clearly not the time for contemplation. Moriarty fell behind the basilisk, avoiding eye contact, and said in a low, slow serpentine voice: "My name is Moriarty Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin. A direct descendant of Slytherin."

With the appearance of Snake Whisper, a group of silver light and a group of green light emerged from the Slytherin staff, interweaving in the air, outlining the appearance of Salazar Slytherin.

The moment the basilisk saw Salazar, the twisting snake body became tense like an electric shock, and then relaxed, so Moriarty withdrew the snake.

"Hiss, hiss!" The Basilisk's voice became much gentler.

"Fizz, hiss?" Moriarty communicated with it.

Marcus stared at the man and the snake in astonishment. At this moment, he wished he was also a Parseltongue.

Chapter end