A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 554 Voldemort: I shouldn't have grown legs
Blake frowned, thinking about the suggestion of the stranger in front of him.

Seeing that he did not accept it immediately, Xiaoyu eagerly described the horrific scene of the wizard in the furniture store being turned into a stone sculpture.

Blake's heart sank and he quickly notified everyone.

On the other side, the safe was being violently demolished. The so-called safest District 13 already had a sense of déjà vu like a public toilet: anyone could come in and out at will.

hissing...

A snake monster as thick as an arm slid silently across the ground, its scales flashing coldly in the dim light. Suddenly, it stood up alertly, its forked tongue spitting out quickly, its sharp eyes staring at the Holy Lord behind the iron bars.

The dragon sculpture sensed the presence of the intruder, and its stone eyes suddenly lit up with an ominous red light. The basilisk's petrifying gaze failed for the first time, and it was completely ineffective on the Holy Lord.

Maybe it’s because the other person is already a sculpture, or maybe for other reasons.

"Valon?" The Lord's voice broke the tense silence. His eyes passed over the basilisk and fell on the white-haired human behind him: "Take me away from here."

“My Lord…” As soon as Valon opened his mouth, the basilisk let out a fierce hiss, as if warning him.

Valon's body tensed up instantly, and cold sweat slid down his forehead. He quickly changed his words, his voice trembling slightly: "The master needs your talismans, where are they?"

Hearing this, the Holy Lord turned his gaze thoughtfully to the strange green snake again. He keenly sensed that there was an evil human soul hidden in the snake's body, emitting a breath of fear all the time.

"You should ask Jackie Chan." The Holy Lord thought secretly: "Maybe this is a good opportunity."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside, and a dozen fully armed agents poured in like a tide. Their gun muzzles flashed with a cold metallic luster, aiming at the intruders.

"Hiss (I hate this thing)..." Like a flash of green lightning, it quickly twisted its body. Its eyes instantly glowed with a strange light, like two dancing will-o'-the-wisp flames.

In an instant, all the agents outside the door froze. Their expressions were frozen in fear and confusion, forming a strange static picture.

The basilisk chanted a spell in snake language, and a circle of visible ripples appeared in the air. All the bullets fired at it seemed to hit an invisible barrier and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"A dark wizard?" The Lord said thoughtfully, with a sly look in his eyes. "Interesting. Perhaps we can reach some kind of... cooperation. If you help me get the talisman back, I can grant you supreme power, the Golden Rooster King's treasure, and even... eternal life."

The basilisk's eyes flashed with a human light, but full of contempt and disdain. Suddenly, the temperature of the entire space dropped rapidly, and the chill was biting. Several Dementors passed through the wall and flew towards the basilisk.

They seemed to be reporting, and the basilisk turned to the wall not far away. A dazzling red spell shot out of its mouth, instantly shattering the steel partition between the two vaults.

"My talisman!" the Holy Lord exclaimed, looking at the gap with sharp eyes.

In the smoke and dust, a glass cover was faintly visible, inside which was a talisman condensed from his power, emitting a faint and mysterious light.

A trace of greed flashed in the basilisk's eyes. The white-haired Muggle really didn't lie to him. The dog charm really had the power of eternal life.

Without saying a word, it swam quickly towards the talisman.

"The demons and ghosts leave quickly, the demons and ghosts leave quickly..."

Dad's voice echoed in the space, and the dried lizard in his hand emitted a dazzling light, driving back those creepy Dementors.

Hearing this string of magical syllables, the basilisk couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. It shook its head violently, trying to shake off the feeling.

"Except Dumbledore, what other wizard can hurt me?" It secretly laughed at itself for being overly cautious.

"Horcrux?" A strange yet familiar voice came from outside. The basilisk finally stopped and turned to look at the source of the voice.

With a crack, the pufferfish in the father's hand immediately shattered into powder. Then, the dried lizard was also covered with spider-web-like cracks, like a damaged piece of fine porcelain that could break into thousands of pieces at any time.

"Hiss (a powerful old wizard?)" It uttered a piece of snake language, "I hate the smell of you."

"This snake is too evil. Dad can't hold on any longer." Dad's forehead was covered with sweat. The basilisk's petrifying power could break through the defense of righteousness at any time.

At this critical moment, Roger's steady voice rang out: "Jackie Chan, Tru, Dad can't protect everyone, you go out first."

"Magical matters should be resolved by magic." Rogge said as he tore open his clothes and wrapped the strips of cloth around his eyes like a bandage, tightly blocking his vision.

"Dad, help me point the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rogge rushed out like an arrow from a bow. He held the sword tightly with both hands, and his movements were smooth and flowing, emitting a terrifying murderous aura.

The basilisk sensed the danger and was about to cast a spell, but was caught off guard to find that Rogue had appeared before him.

Within seven steps, the sword is faster than the spell.

"Ah, shouldn't we use magic?" Jackie Chan exclaimed, his eyes full of confusion.

"That sword is no ordinary weapon. It contains powerful magic." Dad explained.

As Rogge and the other two left the protection of their father, the cracked dried lizard miraculously stabilized.

"Directly ahead." Dad calmly reported the location of the basilisk, then turned back slowly, "One more thing, Tru, help Dad prepare new spell materials."

The basilisk was very afraid of the weapon in Rogue's hand. The green halo flowing on the sword exuded a familiar breath, exactly the same as the poison in its fangs.

"Hiss, hiss (Rogge, don't you recognize the professor?)" The basilisk suddenly greeted in Parseltongue.

Instead of answering, Roger responded with an elegant yet deadly move.

He twisted his waist and kicked his legs, and the sword in his hand was lifted up from bottom to top. The sharp blade cut through the air, making a pleasant sword sound.

The basilisk twisted its body strangely, avoiding Rogue's attack with incredible flexibility, and swam quickly on the ground.

"Hiss... (Professor? I don't remember the headmaster appointing you.)" Roger replied in the same snake language, "Should I call you Voldemort's Horcrux, or Mr. Half-blood Voldemort?"

Rogge's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the basilisk's vitals hard. It spits out its tongue faster, and its eyes flash with a dangerous light.

"Left, right..." Dad kept providing Roger with the real-time position of the basilisk. He took the pufferfish handed over by Tru and transferred the magic halo on the dried lizard to the new magic weapon.

Rogge tilted his head slightly, his ears catching the slightest vibration in the air. The sound of the basilisk spitting out its tongue became clearly audible to his keen hearing.

Combined with his father's reminder, he could almost outline the exact location of the basilisk in his mind.

"Rogge, don't try to provoke me." The basilisk threatened in snake language, and his voice was extremely cold: "If it weren't for you, I... would never have thought of using the basilisk to make a Horcrux."

It kept circling around Rogge, like a cunning hunter looking for the best time to attack. It didn't notice at all that the glass cover behind it was being quietly opened by an invisible hand.

"Transfer the wizard's soul to other creatures, then reverse the blood curse and turn him back into a human. What a genius idea..." Before he finished speaking, the basilisk suddenly leaned forward, moving as fast as lightning.

Dad's reminder was one step too late after all, and he could only watch as the basilisk opened its huge mouth, revealing its poisonous fangs, and bit Rogge fiercely.

At the critical moment, Rogge narrowly blocked the fatal blow with his sword. The metal and the fang collided, making a harsh sound.

Before he could rejoice, the snake's tail whipped at him like a whip, hitting him hard. Rogge staggered a few steps and almost lost his balance.

"Perhaps, we can work together again." Rogge said hastily, with temptation in his voice: "You are looking for the prophecy, right?" The restless basilisk stopped its action, its snake pupils shrank quickly, and it looked carefully at the Slytherin in front of it: "Rogge, you really surprised me."

"Thank you. We are all smart people. Arthur Weasley would not be injured innocently, and Harry Potter would not suddenly have a dream." Roger smiled slightly, with a hint of cunning in his tone: "All this is not a coincidence, right?"

A hint of surprise flashed across the basilisk's eyes, but it quickly regained its composure.

Roger continued, "You know, the headmaster asked the professor to teach him Occlumency."

"Harry?"

"Yes, but he can't learn it."

Suddenly, a pleasant hissing sound rang out in the air, and the basilisk seemed to be laughing. The two of them reached an unprecedented agreement in mocking and satirizing Harry Potter.

Just then, an unexpected sound broke their "harmony".

"Dad, I got the talisman." Xiaoyu suddenly appeared out of thin air.

"A snake spell that can make objects invisible." The basilisk stared at the tiny creature in the distance and muttered to himself.

Roger keenly caught his reaction and took the opportunity to test him: "The power of the twelve spells is not particularly strong for wizards. Except for a few special spells, most spells can be replaced by incantations."

The basilisk did not answer his question, but turned the topic to the previous prophecy: "What do you mean by cooperation? Help me find the glass ball containing the prophecy? Humph, you can't get that thing."

"Just because you can't get it doesn't mean you don't know." He took a deep breath and pretended to be a wise guy with a mysterious tone: "The one who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... Born in a family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of July..."

The basilisk looked up suddenly, and an incredible light flashed in its eyes.

"Of course I know all this." Snake Eyes stared at Rogge blankly, his voice becoming anxious: "What about the second half of the prophecy?"

Rogge smiled and calmly changed his position to holding the sword with his left hand. "The second half of the content..."

He paused deliberately, moving his lips silently while counting with his right hand.

The basilisk was completely distracted, not even spitting out its core. It stared at Rogge's lips, secretly hating itself for not being able to read lips and thus unable to understand the content of the prophecy.

"There are five sentences left in the prophecy. What will you pay for them?"

"What do you want?" The basilisk's hissing became softer, and its eyes were no longer as aggressive as before. "I can give you the entire East Coast."

"Oh, and then help you resist the counterattack of the United States Magical Congress? I have everything I need recently, so..." Roger raised a mischievous arc at the corner of his mouth: "I'd better not tell you."

This statement was like a bucket of cold water poured on the basilisk's head.

"Are you kidding me?" It immediately became ferocious, staring at the black cloth on Rogge's face, thinking that the other party was treating it like a child by counting with his fingers just now.

"Don't worry, I have a gift for you!" With lightning speed, he yanked the pendant box off his neck with his right hand. He flicked the lid of the box open with his thumb and threw it at the basilisk.

The pendant box drew a graceful arc in the air and flew towards the basilisk. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on the small object.

"Could there be a secret weapon inside that could turn the tide of the battle?" This thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

Due to the previous conversation, the basilisk had already stopped swimming and quietly coiled in front of Rogge. It had never expected that Rogge would suddenly launch a sneak attack, and for a moment it was a little unprepared.

Of course he recognized the pendant box in the air, it was one of his former Horcruxes. But now, he could not sense even a trace of his own aura from it.

"It..." The basilisk began to speak, but suddenly noticed that there was something else in the locket.

The snake's pupils shrank extremely, a few centimeters thinner than the tip of a needle. It saw a blood vein fragment the size of a fingernail, with a sharp edge shining on the edge, like the broken edge of some weapon.

The basilisk spat out its tongue in disdain, laughing inwardly. It thought that Rogge had prepared for this for so long, so he must have some clever tricks. It didn't expect that he would actually want to use such a small blade to cut himself.

It secretly thought: Even if there were a hundred fragments like this, they wouldn't hurt me at all.

However, at the moment when the broken blade left the Slytherin locket, a soul-stirring throbbing swept through the entire space.

The force was so strong that even the air seemed to become sticky.

The basilisk suddenly realized that it had made a fatal mistake by underestimating its enemy. This was not an ordinary blade at all, it was clearly a deadly trap that could take its life!
The blood-marked blade was like the scythe of the god of death, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of the basilisk. Its snake tongue trembled, smelling an unprecedented breath of danger.

Fear was like a cold poisonous snake, instantly entwining the basilisk's heart. It realized that this seemingly insignificant little thing could really kill it, even its soul.

It used up all its strength, and its body was like a huge spring that was suddenly released. It swung its tail vigorously and jumped high.

bass--

As everyone watched with bated breath, the broken blade pierced through the snake's tail as easily as piercing a thin veil. However, surprisingly, there was not a single visible wound left on the snake's tail.

But everyone who witnessed this scene clearly "heard" a sharp cutting sound in their minds, as if something invisible was cut off.

The basilisk fell heavily to the ground, and an unprecedented feeling of weakness instantly swept over its body. It felt as if a piece of its body had been cut off by an invisible blade.

Looking down, the snake's tail was still intact. The blood-marked broken blade lay quietly on the ground behind him, looking harmless.

However, an indescribable feeling of awkwardness began to spread in the basilisk's heart. It stared at its own snake tail and suddenly had an absurd and terrifying idea: a snake tail cut by a broken blade should not exist.

A strong feeling of disgust arose from the depths of my soul, as if that piece of snake tail was some kind of terrible parasite that had to be removed immediately.

At the same time, in the British wizarding world across the ocean, a shrill scream suddenly sounded in a dark room, and Voldemort himself fell to the ground in pain, clutching his legs tightly with both hands.

He felt as if some invisible force was crushing his lower limbs, and for a moment, he lost the feeling of his legs.

“Who, who cast a curse on me?” Voldemort’s face twisted into a hideous symbol and he let out a crazy laugh, trying to cover up the waves of pain coming from the depths of his soul.

He had no idea what had hurt him.

Although Nagini had already been intercepted by Rogue, Voldemort did not give up on making new Horcruxes. He cultivated a more powerful basilisk as his seventh Horcrux according to the information provided by Rogue.

This Horcrux is no longer a simple container, but has become another true self. Over time, it will devour the soul of the basilisk and control its body.

During this time, Voldemort was in hiding, even ignoring the attacks of the Order of the Phoenix. His silence was not a retreat, but a study of how to cast a blood curse on the basilisk.

If this experiment is successful, his new Horcrux will be able to transform from a basilisk form back into a wizard, but will retain the basilisk's powers.

By then, he will have broken through the limitations of Transfiguration and Animagus and become an unprecedented being, an immortal being that transcends the limitations of the fragile human body.

Dragons, unicorns, phoenixes... he will create immortality.

However, because the Horcrux and the original body could not coexist for a long time, Voldemort had to send the Basilisk to the American wizarding community.

He himself sneaked into Britain, closely monitoring Dumbledore's every move while making secret plans.

(End of this chapter)