Dark Lord Dumbledore

"§ These are merely my servants, I am not actually in your mighty presence and am speaking through this servant. §" Chad stated, not forgetting to give the snake a bit of an ego boost.

"§ Are you so cowardly that you dare not even meet me in person, what need of friendship would I have with such a craven wizard? Tell me, why shouldn't I just rip and tear your servants apart to feast on their blood? §"

This serpent was starting to get a bit full of itself, and by its eagerness to be confrontational, its hunger was probably also getting the best of it. Riddle's memories of the Basilisk were almost sickening in how subservient the great snake was in the few times he actually interacted with it.

Had Slytherin done something to the beast so that it only served his descendants? It seemed very likely, but just in case it was only hunger making it aggressive, Chad decided to give it a chance.

"§ Your power has been well doc.u.mented, to fear your anger is a sign of respect, not cowardice. I didn't know if your hunger would demand my life or not and thought it prudent to send a delegation to serve as both a greeting and a gift. §" He said, as he moved the blind man with the broken leg forward to within striking distance of the serpent.

It seems the Basilisk had indeed been hungry, as it didn't even reply before striking at an unimaginable speed for a snake its size. When the massive head of the snake reared back after its strike, only a pair of feet were visible of the sacrifice.

When Chad released his hold on the muggle's mind, they started to kick in panic before an audible gulp was heard and they too disappeared down its gullet. A second later and you could not tell a man had just been eaten alive, there was not even a visible bulge in the snake's stomach as the man travelled down it to be digested.

"§ Delicious! It has been many years since I feasted on a worthless muggle. Ah, I missed how they struggle so much after I swallow them whole. §"

"§ I am glad you approve of my offering, I can easily supply a steady source of food for you if we become friends. §"

"§ Friends? I may be trapped down here until Hogwarts is under attack and I am called, but that does not mean I am desperate enough to call a sissy wizard like you a friend, even if you are a speaker. Tell me, are you even of Salazar Slytherin's line, Tom's child perhaps? §"

"§ No, I am not. Is that an absolute deal-breaker to gain a partnership with you? I would supply muggles in exchange for some of your poison. §" Chad tried one last time.

Though it seemed the Basilisk was keen on becoming his enemy, there was only so many times he would put up with being called cowardly. Even Dumbledore was not game enough to enter the Chamber of Secrets; instead, he sent his immortal bird to fight for him.

Since Riddle was also as good as gone, with only two Horcruxes left, there was little chance that a direct descendant of Salazar would be waltzing down here to befriend the serpent.

"§ Hahahaha, if you are not an heir, then you are nothing to me! You think I would actually supply you with my poison, are you an idiot? §" The Basilisk ridiculed.

"§ I see, then that makes us enemies. Oh, I should mention that I killed Tom and ended Slytherin's line. That makes you about as useful as t.i.t.s on a bull, you spineless worm. I shall enjoy the boots I make from your hide, every step a reminder of how pathetic you are, waiting down here for years like a little b*tch! §"

"§ I WILL KILL YOU! §" The Basilisk hissed in a fury.

Its eyes flashed, and everyone not wearing a helmet fell limply to the ground. It appears being blind was not a protection from death. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, so it must be like a Legilimency attack, it assaults the soul through them.

With a command to his elves, they released their hold over the restrained muggles causing them to run fearfully in every direction. They had witnessed everything that happened since they were merely held in place, not unconscious.

The four men remaining under Chad's control through the Imperius Curse had grouped together and retreated to see how the overgrown snake would react.

Sure enough, when the beast saw its eyes were not effective against those remaining, it attacked in a rage. Swatting one poor unfortunate soul that was too close with its tail and sending him flying, it then lashed out and bit another.

But as soon as it bit down across the man's body since it did not intend to swallow the muggle down, it left itself open to retaliation, not from the man that had just sh*t himself in fear, but from the pendant and the cape that started to glow from being activated.

Even as the potent venom of the snake started to kill the guy, his magical accessories did what they were designed to do. The pendant exploded, sending a powerful tranquiliser designed explicitly for reptiles into its mouth and covering its face.

Chad had little hope of it actually anaesthetising the snake, but against a magically resistant creature, there was not a lot of options for subduing the beast alive. However, the tranquiliser was just an added extra, his primary focus had always been on the cape.

Since the helmets protected his minions against the Basilisk's killing gaze, its only two weapons left were crushing things under its weight or using its mouth to bite, poison or eat people.

As soon as the fangs punctured the cape, it expanded and attempted to wrap around the serpent's jaws. When Chad saw the first cape activate, he sent the four Imperiused minions forward to join the fray.

Without hesitation, they ran towards the rearing Basilisk, and as soon as it slammed its head onto the ground to dislodge the now dead man strapped to its face, they piled on.

As their cloaks activated and also wrapped entirely around the beasts head, it signed their death warrants. Even as the expanded magical clothing locked the Basilisk's jaws together and covered its eyes, it also entrapped them.

Even if the snake didn't pulp them against the ground in an effort to free itself, they would surely suffocate under the tightly enclosed magical cloaks. When their pendants also exploded with the potent tranquiliser, it was just another nail in their coffin.

But Chad cared little for the fates of his disposable minions, they had been his enemies after all. Much better they die than his own loyal soldiers or elves.

With the gigantic beast thrashing around blindly and without direction, it was time to send in the actual force that would subdue Slytherin's monster.

"Go!" Chad ordered the waiting house-elf ninjas.

Whether they were guided by the elf that had already entered the Chamber of Secrets or just capable of following him, thirty ninja elves appeared around the thrashing snake.

Pulling their personal expanded trunks from their belts, they immediately grew in size and spat out large, thick steel girders. Since magic would have little effect on its resistant hide, it was better to lock the beast down with other means.

It would have been much easier to simply kill the Basilisk, but Chad thought it a waste to destroy something that was over a thousand years old. Especially when he was capable of healing the parts of the magical creature he would be harvesting materials from! A never-ending supply of Basilisk skin would be extremely valuable.

Under the overpowered abilities of house-elves, the steel girders slammed onto the back of the snake and then moulded around it into the semblance of the omega symbol. Although the giant snake may have been capable of wiggling out of one or two of them, thirty or so locked it firmly in place.

The Basilisk was eventually forced flat on the Chamber floor, forming a straight line. The girders were then positioned under its belly and were welded together, locking it in place. With nails hammered into its flesh and then welded to the beams, there was no escape.

When it was utterly secured, the elves rounded up the fleeing muggles and dropped their stunned bodies nearby, no sense letting them run around free even if they had nowhere to go.

With everything settled and no more chance of immediate death, Chad put on his personal anti-basilisk helmet. He still needed to remove the beast's eyes after all, and he wasn't going to trust the job to a controlled muggle or make elf-sized helmets.

"§ How the mighty have fallen. §" Chad taunted when he appeared next to the restrained Basilisk.

"§ Coward, you arrive after the fighting is over, how pathetic. §" It managed to hiss, the anaesthetic only half working.

"§ Are you an idiot? Why would I risk my life for no reason? Would you have met me if I was surrounded by roosters? §"

Though the snake flinched at the mention of its only recorded weakness, it didn't seem too frightened by the concept.

"§ Fool, I am beyond such a weakness. Did you think Salazar would leave such a ridiculous way of killing Hogwarts main guardian? §"

"§ The issue is still valid, why would you knowingly endanger yourself out of some sense of pride? Anyway, it doesn't matter, the winner is king and the loser the bandit. I'm sure the knowledge that I didn't fight you myself will be a comfort as you are harvested for ingredients and materials for the rest of your life. §"

The Basilisk stiffened at Chad's offhand remark of a lifetime of pain and misery.

"§ No, wait! §" The once prideful King of Serpents begged, its lack of sight thanks to the dead bodies strapped to its head heightening the terror it suddenly felt.

Though since it was a female, Chad supposed it was the Queen of Serpents.

"Alright, men. Hit it with stunners until it sleeps." He ordered the assembled elves, he wanted to see just how resistant it actually was.

If the serpent's claims of roosters being ineffective were true, Slytherin must have boosted the deadly creatures other traits as well. Then again, who would leave a known weakness in a beast designed to kill your enemies?

Chad suspected that a rooster insta-killing a Basilisk was misinformation, much like Dumbledore's Phoenix song propaganda. It was probably along the lines of merely causing the beast pain since the snake was born from a fertilised chicken egg hatched under a toad.

But that opened up other possibilities, what if another egg was used, would the egg's donor become the new breed of Basilisk's weakness? It warranted some testing, and now with a place to do it in Hogwarts and no other pressing concerns, he might as well devote some time to it.

It took an impressive amount of red coloured jets of magic from the thirty assembled ninjas before the green beast finally lay still. After Chad had taunted it with a life of torture, its struggles had resumed, and each elf must have shot out at least twenty bolts of magic intending to knock it out.

Deactivating the magical cloaks wrapped around the now comatose snake, the mangled bodies of the four men oozed onto the floor. Chad couldn't work out what killed them, suffocation, complications from overdosing on tranquilisers or being turned into hamburger meat from repeated bludgeoning.

Either way, its large eyes were now free to be harvested. Straps of steel were then wrapped around its head to muzzle its poisonous maw and then bolted in place to prevent movement.

This was to stop it from attacking if it was playing possum or keep it still if it woke up under surgery. Chad didn't want to damage those mystical eyes accidentally if the monster suddenly jerked awake in pain.

"Excellent work, boys. Now, hand me a scalpel."