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Ethan curled his lips. Dumbledore told Ethan not to interfere in his plan only a few days ago, but now he was asking Ethan to help.
Ethan felt that he had become entirely a toolman.
But then again, it's all coming; Ethan agreed to Dumbledore's request despite being a good person.
Seeing that Ethan agreed to the request, Dumbledore walked up to the face of the Slytherin stone sculpture, opened his mouth, and made a hissing sound.
Slytherin's huge stone face moved, its mouth opened, and it opened wider and wider, forming a vast black hole.
Something moved through the statue's mouth and slid upward from the depths of the statue.
A behemoth slammed onto the stone floor, the room trembled, and a large, terrifying giant snake was unfolding its coiled body from Slytherin's mouth.
That giant basilisk, green all over, glowing with the dazzling light unique to poisonous snakes, its body was as thick as the trunk of an oak tree, it stretched its upper half high into the air, and its big flat head wanders randomly around the stone pillar. Write.
Ethan's eyes avoided the basilisk's head, and if he looked directly into the basilisk's eyes, he would be dead instantly.
Dumbledore's mouth made a low, hoarse hiss again, and the basilisk's big head also hissed with Dumbledore's words and communicated with Dumbledore.
After communicating with the basilisk for a while, Dumbledore suddenly changed into human words and said, "Okay, Ethan, use the sign."
"Axii," Ethan's hand controlled a simple rune.
The basilisk's eyes flashed a brief white light before hanging its head, and now it is entirely under Ethan's control.
The Axii sign had a better control effect on creatures with lower intelligence.
Ethan waved his hand, and the basilisk, like an obedient puppy, swung its head back and forth with Ethan's hand.
Seeing that the basilisk was so obedient, Ethan let the basilisk kowtow a few times to himself.
Dobby let out a thin, piercing laugh at the sight of the basilisk.
Dumbledore gave Ethan a strange look.
"Alright, Dobby, remember the task I just gave you?" Dumbledore turned to Dobby and said gently.
"Dobby remembers that Dobby will complete the task given to Dobby by Mr. Dumbledore." Dobby stomped his feet excitedly, took his short legs, ran under the statue, and lay down on the ground.
Ethan looked at Dobby's behavior with doubt, "This is the adventure for Harry. I asked Dobby to cooperate with this plan." Dumbledore explained.
Dobby, lying on the ground, soon began to foam at the mouth and twitch, and for the first time, an embarrassed look appeared on Dumbledore's face.
"Dobby, you just need to lie down quietly; you don't need other performances," Dumbledore explained to Dobby.
"Really? I feel like it was more infectious just now." Dobby sat up from the ground again and asked suspiciously while touching his head.
"You can just lie down quietly," Dumbledore commanded again, his voice becoming extraordinarily stiff.
Dobby obediently lay down on the ground again, and Ethan controlled the basilisk to coil around Dobby.
Now we can find a quiet place to wait, Dumbledore told Ethan.
So Dumbledore and Ethan went to the corner of the secret room, and after using the Disillusionment Charm, they hid and waited for Harry's arrival.
Harry and Ron cleaned the floor in the staff lounge in pain with a rag. This was the task Snape ordered them to do today. Harry liked it better because any job was better than skinning a toad.
Since Hermione talked about the house elves, she's hard to see. Hermione can only be found in class.
Ron had a bitter look on his face and kept complaining about Snape.
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall's voice echoed in the corridor, magnified many times by magic.
"All students immediately returned to the dormitories of their respective colleges. All teachers return to the staff lounge. Please act immediately."
Harry turned sharply and stared at Ron. "Did something happen again? What happened?"
Since Colin was attacked, there has been no attack at Hogwarts for a long time. After most of the semester, some little wizards have even forgotten about the attack.
But very cool black sunglasses are still often worn by some people.
"What should we do?" Ron asked in horror, "Go back to the dormitory?"
"No," Harry said, looking around; there was an ugly wardrobe on his left, all of the teacher's robes in class.
"Please go ahead and hang in here. Let's hear what's happening and then tell them what we found."
They hid in the closet, listening to the footsteps of hundreds of people walking upstairs, and then the door of the staff lounge was pushed open.
They looked at the teachers who entered the room individually through the musty-smelling robes. Some were confused, some were frightened, and then Professor McGonagall arrived.
"It happened again," she said to the silent teachers in the room. "A house-elf was taken by a monster and brought directly into the secret room."
Harry noticed that many professors breathed a sigh of relief when it was mentioned that the victim was a house elf.
"This elf doesn't seem to belong to our school. The house elf in our school doesn't have this kind of clothes." Professor McGonagall held up a tiny dress that seemed to be made of worn pillowcases and showed it to the professors.
Harry felt a tightness in his throat, and he recognized it. It was Dobby's clothes, and the basilisk took Dobby.
"Go check on the students. According to the previous arrangement, everyone is responsible for protecting their own students." After Professor McGonagall arranged tasks for everyone, the professors dispersed individually.
The staff lounge finally became quiet again, and after a while, Harry and Ron came out of the closet.
Harry sat on the chair with a pale face and said to Ron in despair, "Dobby was taken; that dress belongs to him."
At first, Ron was a little confused, but he quickly remembered who Dobby was, "Gosh, is that the house elf stalking you?"
Harry nodded as if he had decided, "I'm going to save him! I can't let him get caught in the mouth of the snake-like this!"
"Are you crazy? Harry?" Ron exclaimed it was a basilisk!
"I know." Harry nodded, "I can't stand me just standing by."
Ron was quiet for a while as if he had decided, "I'll help you, Harry; let's go together."
"Ron, you don't have to do this!" Harry looked at Ron with some emotion.
"Come on, we're buddies." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, "I believe that if Ginny were in trouble, you would not hesitate to help me."
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