Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 117 The Old Basilisk Rescue Plan

This sentence is English, not Parseltongue.

All creatures present knew what this sentence meant—

Even though the old basilisk had no expression, Cohen could see the "disappointment" in the movement of its snake head that dropped instantly.

"There are still humans in this circle?" the Count exclaimed. "Am I hallucinating because I've been blindfolded for so long?"

"It's a spell left by Slytherin." Cohen frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

Slytherin also left a special spell on the basilisk. This spell must have more than just the function of protecting the basilisk from being bound by other spells. Its main purpose should be to prevent others from taking the basilisk away from Hogwarts.

Slytherin has been dead for more than a thousand years. The magic of this spell must be very strong to still be effective today, more than a thousand years later.

It seems like...

It seems that the old basilisk can't get into Cohen's box.

The unbreakable oath was not the most important thing, Cohen was just taking precautions - the most important thing was the spell that restrained the basilisk. It didn't leave the school not because it was lazy or a homebody, but simply because Slytherin didn't allow it to leave.

"Maybe I should..." The old basilisk curled up into a ball, "find a place to wait..."

"That Slytherin descendant will come back again," Sissoko said. "He'll ask you to kill again—or you refuse to see him next time? The guy who came before that couldn't speak Parseltongue at all—I think he learned it on the spot, just like that half-baked Derek in the lab."

"But the one who came the second time... was real..." The old basilisk looked very quiet, "I couldn't resist his words."

"So you're all powerless against real Parseltongue, right?" Coin asked. "What about you, Sissoko? Did the 'Heir of Slytherin' ask you to do anything?"

"Me?" Sissoko raised his head to the same height as Cohen, looking very proud. "He's still too naive to control me - not every snake is stupid - ah, old man, I'm not talking about you..."

The old basilisk's heart was hurt again.

"What's different about you than other snakes?" Cohen asked.

"I guess the people in that lab injected me with something—I don't know, they gave me food," Sissoko said, spitting out his tongue.
"?"

Cohen looked at Sissoko with an expression of extreme confusion, using the “subway-old man-cell phone” expression.

"Give you food, and then you let them do anything to you?"

"What else?" Sissoko didn't quite understand what Cohen meant. "They gave us food..."

"You're just giving them food and you're going to let them mess with you?" Cohen asked.

"But they only give us a cow every three days."

"What if they put some weird stuff on you? Don't you have any sense of danger?" Cohen frowned. "I mean, wouldn't you feel disgusted? For a little food..."

"But that's a cow every three days." Sissoko didn't feel at a loss in the deal. "I just lay there for a year!"

"Eat your cow."

Cohen has a new, deeper and more comprehensive understanding of Sissoko.

This snake is just a simple-minded foodie—it feels almost identical to Norbert, except for the difference of being able to speak. No, it also has a bad habit of shouting "son zha". I have to find a way to make it change, otherwise Cohen will always feel that it is taking advantage of him.

"But it's not completely hopeless." Cohen said to the old basilisk.

Its yellow vertical pupils stared at Cohen nervously - a living person would have been stared to death here, but in its eyes, Cohen was already some kind of wizard-like fellow - this was the first time in more than a thousand years that a wizard had spoken to it in this way, and those Slytherin heirs were just simple orders - they couldn't and didn't want to say more to it.

"I've been living peacefully in the wizarding community for eleven years," Cohen said coherently. "Their moral values ​​are easy to control. As long as you show that your heart is good, most wizards can forgive your evil deeds that are 'not out of your heart' - when I was one year old, I killed more than 300 people and they didn't hold me accountable." ("Yeah, I saw it at the time," Sissoko echoed.)
"I don't understand..." The old snake monster didn't understand what Cohen was saying.

"He means that you should tell the wizards in the castle who want to kill you that you were forced - I asked that researcher Derek to tell me a lot of wizard stories to entertain me before, and this stuff is also in The Tales of Beedle the Bard..." Sissoko explained.

"Are you proud that you're still being told bedtime fairy tales when you're over three hundred years old?" Cohen said, covering his face. "Don't embarrass me in public anymore."

"That means you admit that you are my son—"

"Can a snake survive without a tongue?" asked Cohen.

Sissoko's voice stopped abruptly.

Damn it, the Earl virus is still spreading!

"But those wizards don't understand snake language..." said the old basilisk, "I can't explain it to them..."

"No, no, no—" Cohen shook his head. "There are three people in this school who can speak Parseltongue. Besides me and the 'Heir of Slytherin', there is another student, Harry. And he will definitely challenge you for the safety of the students in the school—if the Heir of Slytherin continues to arrange for you to kill people."

"At the same time, there will be a very powerful, perverted old man who will help that overzealous student. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be killed by that student." Cohen continued, "But accidents are bound to happen, because I am the accident."

"So I'm going to tell that student that I was forced?" the old basilisk said worriedly, "Will he believe it?"

"It's no use saying that while you're forced to pounce on him and bite him," Cohen reminded him. "He was acting in self-defense, so your death is perfectly reasonable—besides, you might have been forced to actually kill a student at that time. Killing someone and petrifying them are two different crimes. A death from fifty years ago might not be brought up, but people will definitely remember a recent one. So, if I want to save you, I have to prepare two essential things."

"What's the matter?" The old basilisk placed his hope on Cohen.

"What's the matter?" Sissoko asked in a lively manner.

"What are you talking about? I'm so cold. Am I dead?" The count asked in confusion, unable to understand the hissing sound in his ears.

"First, let's talk about something easier," Cohen said. "Even if the Heir of Slytherin asks you to kill someone, you can't really kill them with a stare. As long as you don't make direct eye contact with the person, the Killing Curse will be weakened to petrification. Petrification is relatively easy to counter. Hogwarts has a batch of Mandrakes, so you won't cause any substantial damage. Then you can tell Harry that you tried your best - that way it will sound more sympathetic. Don't worry, he's extremely compassionate."

"But how do I control...my vision?" asked the old basilisk.

"You can't control it, but I can." Cohen raised his eyebrows. "Like I said, I'm the accident in this incident—and so is Sissoko. Sissoko will stay here for the time being. If the Heir of Slytherin comes and says he wants to kill someone, let Sissoko come to me. Then I'll rush over to stop him and everything will be fine."

"I have no objection," Sissoko agreed.

It didn't matter if he started playing badly later - he had already become friends with the old basilisk, after all, there were not many basilisks in the world.

"The second point is a bit more difficult," Cohen said. "Since Sissoko was able to resist Parseltongue due to a certain injection, it means that it will definitely work on you too. But the laboratory has been destroyed and everyone inside is dead. If we want to replicate that potion, we're almost starting from scratch."

“So the difficulty is…” Cohen said, “I don’t know alchemy at all.”

(End of this chapter)