MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 54 don't be nice

Hey, no one complained about yesterday's turning point? Then I can ignore the opinion of someone who asked me to kill Ginny, after all, it can't represent the public. Everyone makes mistakes. Some people get the opportunity, some people don't. Those who don't get the opportunity have two tendencies afterwards. One is to let others lose the opportunity when encountering such a situation in the future, and the other is to not let themselves It happened again, because no one knew better than him how terrible it was...

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With a mere fifty-point deduction, Asker obviously wouldn't care.

The teachers all left, and Asker returned to the Slytherin common room, but half an hour later, he left and came to the Hogwarts kitchen.

Opening the door of the kitchen, the pure-blooded house-elf nobles at Hogwarts were still busy, washing dishes, washing dishes, washing dishes, taking a bath, and picking up soap, a harmonious scene.

Perhaps it was the last visit of Asker who left a deep impression on these little guys. This time, it was him who saw the big driver. Several house-elves looked at each other, nodded in unison, and put a certain attempt together. The hidden hapless egg was dragged out, tied with five flowers, placed on a long plate, held high, and carried to Ask as if it were serving a dish.

"What's the situation?" Ask's brain circuit, no matter how different from ordinary people, would not be on the same channel as these house-elves. Looking at the house-elf named Teqi who was **** with five flowers, he touched his chin, and some Uncertainly, he asked, "Can house-elves be eaten raw? Will eating this way cause diarrhea? Would you like to cook him first?"

"..."

Turki and his friends were stunned. They looked at each other, wondering if they should get some more seasonings. Turki was almost scared to pee. Fortunately, Ask's intention was not this. He said to the house-elves: "Do you have chickens here?"

"chicken?"

The little guys who misunderstood Ask's meaning quickly brought a plate of roast chicken that was still hot. Ask looked at the roast chicken that died no longer, and thought that this chicken was the only one for him. It may be used to choke the basilisk to death. Maybe he can consider poisoning the roast chicken, but the success rate is not very high.

"Are there any live... roosters... don't be dumb, have good facial features, articulate, and the louder the better." Ask still decided to make the request more detailed, he reached out and picked up the roast chicken and stuffed it into his pocket, "If This roast chicken and brother are still in the world, please hand it over, I will be useful."

"Uh……"

The house-elves started looking in the kitchen, and soon, they brought a chick about the size of a palm. This little chicken... Asker rolled his eyes, his eyes still haven't opened, his hair hasn't even grown, and what's more, the egg liquid on his body hasn't dried yet.

"This is the brother of the same mother just now." The house elf raised his chest and said proudly.

Ask: "...Well, where are their parents?"

"It was brought to the table last night."

"Please allow me to make a sad expression →_→." Asker twitched the corners of his eyes a few times, looking at the chick whose eyes hadn't even opened yet, he thought about it and still took it, feeling the insignificant The weight, he said disappointedly: "Don't you have a living rooster here?"

The house-elves shook their heads in unison, and Ask could only stare at the chicken in his palm, waiting for the chicken to grow up, I'm afraid the basilisk would have already run away.

Running away?

That's right, what Asker is worried about is that the basilisk escapes. After all, the hideout of that creature is underground. God knows if Salazar Slytherin has left any passage leading to the great lake of Hogwarts. If the basilisk really escaped into the big lake, then things would be troublesome, and at that time, the price to be paid to kill the basilisk would be much greater.

The simplest and the most troublesome—

Sound cannot travel in water!

Asker's jacket pocket is just enough to accommodate this little chicken that survived the fate of being brought to the dining table. I still remember that year when Asker took an egg from the bird's nest on the tree, and it was the same. Put it in his jacket pocket, but when he squeezed the bus, his egg shattered...

There is a saying that there are many dreams in the night, and Asker thought it would be better to take advantage of now to deal with the basilisk. Maybe it is ready to escape now, and it needs to move faster.

Returning to the place where he met the basilisk before, Ask sniffed his nose and walked around in the aisle for several minutes, and finally wrote down a road that he could not see with his eyes in his mind. He took out a small box from his pocket, opened the lid and poured the purple powder inside with a painful look on the ground. After chanting the magic spell on the pile of powder, the road marked in Asker's mind was outlined by these purple powders in reality, and it automatically extended until it was invisible.

"It's the last point... This time I lost a lot of money!"

Asker followed the trajectory with an unhappy face. This route will slowly disappear. The distance that can be displayed is proportional to the amount of purple powder. Asker can only pray that the hiding place of the basilisk is not far from here. .

Luckily, when Asker found the girls' washroom on the second floor, there was the last bit of purple powder left. Carefully putting away the last bit of powder, Asker wondered if he should ask old Grindelwald where he got such a fun thing.

Professor McGonagall's office and lounge are also on the second floor, but it is late at night, and they say that staying up late is a woman's natural enemy, I am afraid she has already rested by now. It's just that I don't know if she will dream of Asker tonight, thinking about it every day and dreaming at night.

Asker also had a bit of an impression of this washroom, as if that Myrtle lived here. What an odd one, well, she's a ghost now, but her taste in choosing where to live is on par with Salazar Slytherin.

One was chosen in the washroom, the other was chosen in the basement of the washroom, and it was also a washroom for girls!

"It's a pity it's a pervert..."

Asker shrugged his shoulders and walked into the washroom. His eyesight was good, and he quickly found what he was looking for—

In the center of the washroom is a sink, which looks very ordinary, and on the side of a copper faucet, a small snake is carved.

"Why are you a little disappointed when you find this place?" Asker said to himself with a pained face, "If the old Salazar was regarded as a pervert from the beginning, maybe I would have found it long ago. indefinite."

Asker twisted the faucet with his hand. It was no surprise that this faucet didn't produce water at all, while the others were all fine. This shouldn't be a coincidence, but a reminder.

"If a person who is too busy comes here and finds that the faucet is broken, and then he is full of public morality, he carefully studies the faucet and finds that it is not the problem of the faucet at all, but that the faucet is originally a switch... Then he He tried various ways to open it but failed, and without being discouraged, he taught himself various non-human languages. After trying one by one, although he still failed, he eventually became a generation of language masters... This is really an inspirational story... This story Tell us, good people are not the heirs that Salazar is looking for!"

While talking nonsense in a serious manner, Asker clicked his glasses with his hand, and a series of "hissing" exhalation sounds came out. At this time, he recorded the sound of the basilisk when he was confronting the basilisk. He wanted to try it. Can you open the entrance here?

The idea is good, but it still fails, and there is no reaction at all.

"Che, I knew that it was not only the snake language, but also the correct snake language."

Asker seemed to have known for a long time that this would be the case. He was not disappointed at all, and he began to wander back and forth in the washroom. He felt that perhaps the password for the entrance was hidden here.

"Well, you can't measure that old pervert with the thoughts of a normal person... The password to open the door is not necessarily a snake language, there may be other answers... Since the secret room and the entrance are left, then he must want to let the door open. People found and opened the secret room, and people like Parseltongue may be cut off with the inheritance of blood. If I were him, I wouldn't put all my hopes on it..."

Asker began to check the cubicle. No one has cleaned it for a long time, and the smell is weird and unpleasant, but because no one patronized it, he didn't encounter many disgusting things.

"What qualities do Slytherin descendants need?"

Asker lifted a toilet seat. He didn't check whether the toilet seat was engraved or not. At the time of Salazar, there should be no such high-tech thing as a toilet more than a thousand years ago. When it comes to eliminating things, he is considered blind.

"First of all, pure blood, um, maybe putting blood on it will be effective... There must be ambition, a sense of honor, unity, and at the same time, the consciousness and sense of responsibility to shoulder the great responsibility of inheritance... This is all empty talk, Do you dare to come up with something practical!" After checking a few compartments, Ask, who found nothing, kicked the wall angrily, "I don't meet any of those conditions.

He kicked the wall, and then a tile fell, revealing the secret words hidden behind...

This kind of thing really happened, although it was very bloody~www.novelbuddy.com~ Although even Asker didn't believe it, there was indeed such a secret phrase behind the tile.

"You don't need to be a descendant of Slytherin, you just need to be yourself."

Repeating the secret words on the wall, Ask narrowed his eyes, looked at the tiles on the ground, and then looked at the cracked wall because he was kicked, and he suddenly laughed.

"Tsk tsk, I was almost misled."

With a mysterious smile, Asker turned around, walked to the front of the pool, raised his hand, and cast spells one after another at the pool.

"Fractured!"

"Fractured!"

"Fractured!"

"Fractured!"

After ten consecutive torn apart, the entire pool has been smashed into slag, and the ground is full of debris. Asker stood there waiting for the smoke to dissipate. Although he couldn't see what was behind him, he believed that he was doing the right thing.

"Salazar, I really have no interest in being your heir!" Ask smiled lightly, "What you want is not a heir, but someone who can surpass you... Follow you. The footprints are gone, and in the end, it's just another Salazar Slytherin, meaningless."

"This is the person you want to see in the secret room... A bloodline may not be noble and pure, not necessarily ambitious, have a sense of honor, and have the consciousness and sense of responsibility to take on the great responsibility of inheritance... Bad guy..."

"Well, thinking about it this way, I'm completely qualified."