Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

The expected battle did not happen, but something completely unexpected happened.

"Quick...my master, let's go...kill...mudblood..."

The huge basilisk slowly coiled around Jemini, and whispered in Jemini's ear as if coquettish.

Jemini didn't say anything, just pinched his chin and stood there thinking.

There is no doubt that this basilisk only listens to Voldemort's words, so is it because he devoured Voldemort's remnant soul?

But can the basilisk feel the soul?

Jemini found it unrealistic.

If you have to say what the basilisk uses to judge whether it is the heir of Slytherin, then there is only one possibility - bloodline.

Jemini doesn't think he will be a descendant of the Gaunt family, so it can only be that his ancestors had the experience of intermarriage with the descendants of Slytherin. This is not surprising. Most pure blood families in the wizarding world are mutual relative.

And the Slytherin descendants in the magic world are not only the Gaunt family, but they are the last family of the Slytherin bloodline, although they also perished.

Parseltongue may not be inherited, but the blood will not be cut off.

So when the thin Slytherin blood in his body meets the Parseltongue, he becomes the master of the Basilisk's mouth?

So what should I do now?

I'm at Hogwarts, I just entered the secret room, and now I'm being called master by the basilisk, what should I do? Waiting online, very urgent...

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person when you reach out.

That's probably how Jemini feels right now.

Call the master when you come up, who can stand it?

This is also a basilisk. If there is a Medusa locked in this secret room, if the master comes over, Jemini may not be able to hold it.

If you were to shut down Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing, a soft and numb official, Jemini would probably have turned against the water on the spot and became the orthodox heir of Slytherin.

Beside Jemini,

The basilisk coiled up the dozens of feet long body, looked at Jemini with his head tilted in confusion, and his slender tail stood up and swayed gently.

"……Owner……?"

"Um?"

"You... have something on your mind?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little dazed all of a sudden." Jemini said softly, hissing in his mouth.

"I'm going to kill a few mudbloods...to make you happy?" said the basilisk, looking at the little Jemini in front of him, with his head down.

"Why do you have to kill people? Can you not kill people?" Jemini tentatively asked.

The basilisk tilted his head: "Salazar said...to purify the school...to kill those...unworthy of learning magic."

"But I don't want to do that." Jemini shook his head.

"You are... Salazar's heir..." The Basilisk said hoarsely.

"Even so, why should I listen to him?" Jemini spread his hands.

Contrary to Jemini's expectations, the basilisk didn't seem to be very smart. It curled up and seemed a little puzzled, but it felt that what Jemini said made sense.

"But... I want blood... I want to kill them... tear them apart..."

The hissing sound of the basilisk entered Jamini's ears.

"You eat everything, right? Rats or something? If you don't kill people, I can get you a lot of meat, all delicious and good meat, how about that?" Jemini asked.

The basilisk seemed to hesitate.

"Look, you haven't eaten people, have you?" Jemini laughed: "The girl you killed decades ago, you couldn't eat her, you still have to starve and find something else Eat, murder is completely pointless!"

"But if I don't kill people...is there a lot of meat to eat?" The Basilisk asked hesitantly.

"Of course!" Jemini nodded: "Except for people, I can get you even if you want to eat fire dragons, but you have to promise me that you can't kill again, how about it?"

"But Salazar..."

"He's been dead for over a thousand years."

Basilisk: "..."

Jemini could see that this big guy was struggling a lot.

"I ask you, have you ever gotten any benefit from following the words of his descendants? Are there mountains of meat for you to eat?" Jemini asked softly.

"No…"

"I guess the heirs of Slytherin through the ages have given you all kinds of orders, right? No one asked you what you wanted, did you?"

"Yeah...but I don't need that...I..."

"You don't need it, you don't need it, it doesn't mean they shouldn't give it. You have lived for thousands of years, and you are already a sensible snake. How can you not have your own needs? They are just using you!"

Jemini looked distressed: "You were raised by Slytherin, right?"

"Yes, that's right……"

"Put a cute little snake in such a dark place for thousands of years, he is imprisoning you!" Jemini slapped his thigh: "You were deceived by him! In fact, you don't need to do this at all! A thousand Years! How many thousand years does the snake live? You should pursue what makes you happy."

"You mean...I don't need to listen to him at all...is...is that so?" The basilisk tilted his head.

"Yes, although he did feed you for a while, but he is dead, his descendants don't care about you, they just want to order you, get benefits from you, and even wait until you are dead, they It will also divide your body... Tsk tsk... You should know that the way of doing things of his descendants, you are just a tool in their eyes."

"Did Tom Riddle ask you how you felt before reopening the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Pursue the life you want, don't be so ignorant anymore!"

"Snakes are not only stubborn, but also poems and fields in the distance!"

Jemini frantically instilled chicken soup into the basilisk, and said perseveringly: "Is there anything you want to do? Go ahead and do it! No one can restrain you. If you want to eat meat, I can give it to you. Come on, you can live the life you want, of course, if you have to follow me, it's not impossible..."

"……kill……"

"Um?"

"...kill!"

"Um……?"

"I want to... kill!" The Basilisk raised its head high and stared straight at Jemini: "You said... Right!"

"Ha...haha..." Jemini laughed dryly.

"I don't need to obey your orders..." Basilisk hissed and spit out a huge snake letter: "Just kill—"

"Ahahaha..." Jemini laughed, a drop of sweat fell from the corner of his forehead: "That... us?"

"I... want to kill! Shred! Kill! Saw! Everything!!"

The hoarse voice sounded more and more crazy, and Jemini was stared at by the eyes of the basilisk.

Only then did he realize how meaningless and stupid it was to talk about the meaning of life with an old basilisk who had been closed for thousands of years.

Generally speaking, shouldn't it be whitewashed on the spot and then brainwashed into a loyal mount?

Why don't you play cards according to the routine? !

"Come here...let me tear you apart...the successor of Salazar..."

Jemini's smile froze on his face: "You misunderstood, in fact, I am not a descendant of Slytherin."

"Then... it's more damn..."

In front of Jemini, a big sturdy tail slapped head-on!