Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 112 Want to kill

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

   "Quickly...my master, let's go... torture... Mudblood..."

  The huge basilisk slowly coiled around Jemini, whispering in Jemini’s ear as if it was a baby.

  Jemini didn't say a word, just stood there thinking while holding his chin.

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

  But can the basilisk feel the soul?

   Jemini feels unrealistic.

  If you have to say what the basilisk used to determine whether it is the heir of Slytherin, then there is only one possibility-blood.

Jemini didn’t think he would be a descendant of the Gunter family, so it could only be that his ancestors had intermarried with Slytherin descendants. It’s no surprise that most pure-blooded families in the magical world are each other. relative.

  Moreover, the Slytherin descendants of the magical world are not limited to the Gunter family, but they are the last family to survive the Slytherin bloodline, although they have also perished.

  Snake Laoqiang may not be inherited, but the circulation of blood will not be cut off.

  So when the thin Slytherin blood in your body meets with the basilisk cavity, you become the master of the basilisk’s mouth?

  What should I do now?

  The man is in Hogwarts, just entered the secret room, and is now being called the master by the basilisk, what should I do? Waiting online, very anxious...

   As the saying goes, reach out and don’t hit the smiley person.

  Jemini probably feels this way now.

   Call the master when he comes up, who can stand it?

  This is also a basilisk. If Medusa is closed in this secret room, if the master comes over, Jemini might not be able to control it.

  If it were Bai Suzhen's Xiaoqing or something, a soft and squeaky official, Jemini was afraid that he would have to turn back on the spot, and from then on incarnation of the orthodox heir of Slytherin.

  Beside Jemini, the basilisk crooked the dozen-foot-long body, tilted his head and looked at Jemini suspiciously, his slender tail was erected, and he flicked it lightly.

"……the host……?"

"Ok?"

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

   "It's okay, I'm just a little at a loss." Jemini spoke softly, hissing in his mouth.

  "I'll kill a few mudbloods...make you happy?" Basilisk lowered his head and said as he looked at the small Jemini in front of him.

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

  The basilisk tilted his head: "Salazar said...to cleanse the school...kill those...unworthy to learn magic."

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

   "You are... Salazar's heir..." the basilisk said dumbly.

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

   To Gemini's expectation, this basilisk didn't seem to be very clever. It curled up, which seemed a bit incomprehensible, but he felt that what Gemini said was very reasonable.

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

   Basilisk's hissing sound came into Jemini's ears.

  "You can eat everything? Rats? If you can't kill people, I can get you a lot of meat, all of which are delicious and good. How about?" Jemini asked.

  The Basilisk seemed to hesitate.

"Look, you haven't eaten people, have you?" Jemini smiled: "The girl you killed decades ago, you couldn't eat her, you still have to starve and find something else. Eating and killing are totally meaningless!"

   "But if I don't kill people... will I have a lot of meat to eat?" the basilisk hesitatingly asked.

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

   "But Salazar..."

   "He has been dead for more than a thousand years."

  Basilisk: "..."

  Jemini can see that this big guy is struggling very hard.

   "I ask you, have you benefited 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 all over the ages gave you various orders, right? No one asks you what you want, is that right?"

   "Yes...but I don't need these...I..."

  "No need is no need, you don’t need it doesn’t mean they shouldn’t give it. You have lived for thousands of years and you are a sensible snake. How can you not have your own needs? They are just using you!"

  Jemini looked sad: "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 cheated by him! In fact, you don't need to be like this at all! Year! How many years have the snake been born? You should pursue things that make you happy."

   "You mean...I don't have to listen to him...Is that...Is that so?" The basilisk tilted his head.

"Yes, although he did feed you for a period of time, he is dead, and his descendants don’t care about you. They just want to order you, get benefits from you, and even wait until you die, they It will also divide your body... Tsk tsk... You should know the style of his descendants, you are just a tool in their eyes."

  "Have Tom Riddle asked about your feelings before closing the Chamber of Secrets again?"

   "Follow the life you want, stop being so muddled!"

   "Snake life is not only the sorrow in front of him, but also the poetry and the distant fields!"

Jemini frantically instilled chicken soup into the basilisk, and persuades him in a good manner: "Is there anything you want to do? Just 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……"

"Ok?"

   "...kill!"

"Ok……?"

   "I want to... kill!" The basilisk raised his head tall, and stared at Jemini with his eyes straight: "What you said...right!"

   "Ha...Haha..." Jemini laughed dryly.

   "I don't need to listen to your orders..." The basilisk hissed and spit out the huge snake letter: "Just kill—"

   "Ahahaha..." Jemini laughed, and a drop of sweat slipped from his forehead: "That...we?"

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

   The dumb voice sounded more and more crazy, and Jemini was stared at by the basilisk's gaze.

  He realized that it is a meaningless stupid thing to talk about the meaning of life with an old basilisk who has been closed for thousands of years.

   Generally speaking, shouldn’t it be whitewashed on the spot and then brainwashed to become your own faithful mount?

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

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

   "Ah this..." Jemini smiled stiffly on his face: "You misunderstood. Actually, I am not a descendant of Slytherin."

   "Then... it's more damn..."

  In front of Jemini, a thick tail is patted head-on!

  　 The third update today!

  (End of this chapter)