A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 555: Terrifying Snake Venom
Voldemort felt that he was wronged. He was peacefully studying spells in his room. Who did he offend? He was cursed for no reason and his soul was destroyed.

He closed his eyes in pain, the blood vessels under his skin trembling like spasmodic earthworms. He took a deep breath, immersed his consciousness in the depths of his soul, and carefully examined every inch.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, his pupils dilated with fear.

"My legs!!!" Voldemort suddenly realized and finally understood why he felt that his legs were redundant.

Because his soul seemed to have been cut by an invisible sharp blade, and a small piece was missing. That part just corresponded to the part below his knees.

Voldemort sneered, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"In that case, let me see." He muttered to himself, raised his wand and slashed it hard.

Magical light flashed, and the two legs fell off. Strangely, there was no bleeding at the cut of the knee. The smooth cut surface exposed blood vessels, muscles and bones, which seemed to have strong vitality and began to produce granulations of varying lengths.

These granulations grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, broken blood vessels are reconnected, muscle fibers are repaired... Finally, a thin layer of skin covers all the internal tissues.

It was as if his legs were born like this.

Voldemort lifted the severed shanks and examined them carefully under the dim light. The two shanks were an ominous gray and felt like weathered stones, dry and brittle.

"Interesting." There was curiosity in his voice. He squeezed it a little harder and the calf immediately broke into countless tiny pieces that slipped through his fingers like sand.

"Dead!" A trace of fear flashed in Voldemort's eyes, "What kind of spell made my leg die without any warning."

This silent attack left him with a huge psychological trauma. A terrible thought flashed through his mind: What if it was not his calf that was broken, but his head...

"No, I am immortal!" Voldemort clenched his fist and crushed the remaining calf in his hand. The gray powder floated in the air, like a sarcastic mockery.

From then on, he had to float in the air like a Dementor and could never set foot on the ground again.

"No matter who you are, I will not forgive you!" He roared with gritted teeth, his eyes burning with rage.

This fear, which came from terror, made him decide to summon the fairy Narrak to see him.

At this moment, his seventh Horcrux, the basilisk, was in life-and-death crisis.

The moment Roger threw the Slytherin locket, he did not stand there waiting. He rushed forward with his sword, raised it high and chopped it down, not giving the basilisk any time to breathe.

When the basilisk bounced high in front of his eyes and the blade cut through its tail, a snow-white light pierced into its pupil like a sharp silver needle.

The sword pointed directly at its head. If it was hit, the basilisk would be split in two starting from the head.

At this moment, it had no time to chant a spell, and there was no place in the air to gain leverage to change its body posture. No matter from which aspect, this sword would be a sure kill.

In a split second, the basilisk showed amazing reaction speed. It raised its neck sharply and blocked the path of the sword with its fangs.

clang!
The sound of metal and bone colliding echoed in the secret room. Two huge fangs broke with a sound. The basilisk lost its deadly weapon, but it gained a glimmer of hope for itself.

Rogge's expression remained calm and serious, even though the blade had deviated from its original trajectory.

The sword continued to move forward, cutting off one-third of the snake monster's mouth. The blade slid along the snake monster's scalp, leaving a beautiful sword light in the air.

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The venom from the broken fangs began to corrode the ground, corroding the hard stone slabs into a black honeycomb. The venom was emitting bubbles of varying sizes, and the toxic gas mixed with the bursting sound of the bubbles was a horrifying scene.

"Be careful, it's poisonous!" Dad's voice sounded behind him, and he tried to stop Rogge who was about to chase.

But Roger had made up his mind.

"We can't let it escape!" He said firmly, took a deep breath, held his breath and rushed into the colorful black poisonous fog.

On the face, hands, arms... every inch of skin exposed to the poisonous fog felt intense pain.

Roger felt his skin was burning, as if it was pierced by countless red-hot needles.

The snake venom slowly took effect, and the numbness spread throughout his body like an electric current, finally drilling into his skull. A strong dizziness came over him, almost making him lose his balance.

But Rogge did not give up. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay awake. Relying on his combat instinct, he swung his sword fiercely to the left.

The severely wounded basilisk struggled desperately, but it found that it could not avoid Rogue's blade no matter what. Its severely wounded body, the narrow space, and Rogue's courage to rush into the poisonous fog all led to its death.

The sword passed, the body was cut, and the snake died.

The basilisk's head hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound. Its snake eyes, which were once full of terrifying magic, had completely lost their luster.

The poisonous fog slowly dissipated along with the snow-white sword light.

"Dead~" Valon raised his head and stared at the snake eyes that had once brought him endless fear.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found that his body could not move, as if it was fixed by some invisible force.

Rogge put down his sword and breathed a sigh of relief. The tension of the battle gradually faded, but the pain on his skin became more and more obvious. He endured the pain and carefully pulled off the cloth on his eyes.

"Hiss..." The intense stinging pain made him gasp. He looked down at his arm and saw countless tiny blisters on his skin, which was shocking.

Just then, a steady male voice came from the door: "Wallon, you are under arrest."

Like all policemen, Blake always shows up after everything is over.

He picked up the stiff, sculpture-like Valon and looked at the criminal who had been so full of life just a moment ago with a frown on his face.

"Walon? Were you petrified by the snake's pupils?" There was a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Don't worry." Roger explained, "After the basilisk dies, the petrification ability of the snake pupil will decay."

As he spoke, he gently poked with the tip of the sword, and the two snake pupils that looked like huge gems were taken out intact.

The feeling when you hold it is like holding two oversized, slimy slugs, soft and slippery.

Rogge quickly took out a glass bottle from the traceless expansion pack on his waist and carefully placed the snake pupil into the mysterious liquid inside.

Just then, Blake strode over with a serious look on his face.

"Listen, Mr. Wizard." His tone was filled with a hint of warning, "These are extremely dangerous items and must be kept by professionals. You have to hand them over to District 13."

Hearing this, Roger slowly turned around. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You?"

He asked back, his voice full of contempt, "First of all, I killed the basilisk and it is my trophy. Secondly, with all due respect, Muggles should not touch such magical items."

"Not only will they pose unknown dangers to you, they will also violate the Statute of Secrecy."

"Muggle?" Black frowned, clearly confused by the unfamiliar word.

"This is how we wizards refer to ordinary people," he explained, with a hint of impatience in his tone. "Don't get me wrong, there is no discrimination. The American Magical Association also calls you No-Maj."

As he spoke, Roger moved his body carefully, trying to avoid touching the blisters on his skin caused by the poisonous mist. Every movement brought a stinging pain, which made him gasp.

He glanced at the Holy Lord on the wall and the talisman in the small jade bag.

"In the eyes of us wizards, your District 13 is as fragile as a piece of thin paper. Your so-called tight defense is vulnerable to real magic."

Blake's face instantly turned red, and a spark of anger flashed in his eyes. As the leader of District 13, he had never been looked down upon like this. Even his father, who was a master of magic, had never scolded him like this. "This arrogant boy really deserves a good lesson!" he thought fiercely.

Sensing the gunpowder in the air, Jackie Chan quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "I don't think Roger was targeting you personally. He was just stating the facts, although his way of doing it was a bit...direct."

"Jackie Chan, you don't have to say anything." Blake interrupted him forcefully, his voice suppressing anger, "No matter what he means, these dangerous items must be properly kept by District 13. This is for the safety of everyone..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sudden spell.

"Petrified." Roger took back his wand and cursed, "You are stubborn."

"Dad, are all the Muggles here so ignorant of themselves?" He said this in Mandarin with an extremely serious tone.

The old man looked at this scene with a helpless smile on his face. He sighed softly: "I am old now, these are all matters for you young people."

Jackie Chan stared at all this in amazement, not knowing what to do. His eyes moved back and forth between the petrified Blake and Roger holding the wand, his heart full of contradictions and anxiety.

"Rog," Jackie Chan finally spoke, "I understand your idea, but is it too... is it really okay to do this?"

"A basic spell to calm him down and help him understand what magic and wizards mean." Rogge put the Broken Blade back into the Slytherin pendant and moved cautiously. "Perhaps he has been protected too well by you, Dad, and Xiaoyu. I will help him untie the spell before I leave...hiss~~"

Each blister on his skin seemed to have its own heart, beating constantly on his nerves.

This pain is deep in the bones and cannot be cured by magic potions, because it does not come from the body, but from the soul.

Despite this, his eyes remained firm, and he even felt a little relieved.

"At least I'm still alive." Rogge thought silently, "If the snake venom was injected directly into my body through the fangs, without the Phoenix Tears, I would have died."

"These blisters are just the mildest damage from contact with snake venom."

Enduring the severe pain, Rogge quickly dealt with the basilisk's body and fangs. Although his movements were slightly slow due to the pain, each step was clean and neat.

After finishing it, he pulled out his wand, cast a levitation spell on himself, and slowly floated towards the exit.

Just then, Xiaoyu came over curiously, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Wow," she exclaimed, "This is a bit like the power of the chicken charm!" As she said this, she stretched out her finger and gently poked Roger's arm.

"Hiss..." Rogge took a breath of cold air, and the pain penetrated into his brain like an electric current.

Xiaoyu immediately realized that she had made a mistake and apologized quickly: "Ah, does it hurt so much? Sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

She turned to her father and asked quickly, "Dad, do you have any way to solve the blisters on Roger's body?"

"I have never seen such injuries before. Let me check the magic book, maybe I can find some clues."

Rogge forced himself to smile, although the smile seemed a little distorted due to pain: "Don't bother, I have a solution."

He shook his head. Now he just wanted to go back to Hogwarts to ask the headmaster for the Phoenix's tears.

After saying that, he floated towards the exit of the secret room alone, leaving a group of people behind him silently watching his back.

Jackie Chan couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "What a tough guy."

He suddenly remembered something and was about to speak when a beam of magic suddenly flew in from a distance and lifted the petrification on Blake's body.

Blake stood there for two seconds, then looked around and asked anxiously, "Where is the wizard just now?"

"left already."

"Gone?" Blake yelled and complained to the people around him: "How could you let him leave? Such a dangerous thing should be kept properly in District 13..."

"Ahem," Jackie Chan interrupted him by clearing his throat, "Blake, perhaps he can also safely dispose of the basilisk's body and eye."

He pointed to the broken door and partition of the vault, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Blake looked at the scene destroyed by magic and realized that his argument was untenable. He knew that the facilities in District 13 were so fragile in the face of real magic, but he was unwilling to admit it.

Finally, he turned to Xiaoyu and shouted, "Xiaoyu, give the talisman back."

"All right, Sheriff Black."

Meanwhile, Roger had returned to the Flash Golem House. Although his entire body was still in excruciating pain, he still managed to move forward. He didn't even have time to say goodbye to Lisa, leaving a note and hurried to the fireplace.

Feeling his soul becoming more and more painful and exhausted, he had to change his plan: "Travis Manor"

A ball of green flames rose into the air and engulfed Rogge. He felt his body being compressed, as if he was stuffed into a narrow rubber tube.

The intense pain was like countless tiny blades, raging from all parts of Roger's body, forcing him to stay awake. The scene outside the fireplace passed by him quickly, like a series of blurred oil paintings.

The dizziness and weightlessness intertwined together, making him feel as if he had turned into a magic potion, spinning continuously in a flaming crucible.

boom!
When Roger finally left the Floo Network and returned to Slytherin Manor, he could no longer hold on, and fell into the fireplace like a fallen tree.

"Master? Master!" A shrill voice broke the silence of the manor.

Beibei, the elf left behind in the manor, ran over immediately. Its tennis ball-sized eyes widened even wider as it looked at Rogge, whose body was covered with blisters, in horror.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Its hands were shaking and its eyes were red with anxiety. It was obviously frightened by Rogge's condition and didn't know what to do.

The advantage of house-elves is that they are absolutely loyal to their masters and will complete all tasks assigned by their masters at all costs.

However, they also have obvious shortcomings: their thinking is relatively rigid, and once they are separated from the direct instructions of their owners, they are often unable to make correct judgments and actions on their own.

"Master, Master..." Beibei cried and shouted, completely panicked, and even forgot to ask Jessica for help.

"Water, Beibei...put me into the water." Rogge opened his eyes with difficulty, his voice was as small as a mosquito, almost inaudible.

Hearing the master's order, Beibei stopped crying immediately as if under a spell. It shook its big bat-like ears hanging on both sides of its head, and a hint of determination flashed in its eyes: "Beibei understands, master, Beibei will take you to the lake right away."

After that, Beibei carefully used magic to levitate Rogge and quickly flew towards the lake in the manor.

The moment Roger's body touched the lake water, he couldn't help but take a breath.

Although the cold lake water was biting, it was surprisingly comfortable. The water gently wrapped around Roger's body, like countless gentle hands, soothing the blisters that caused him severe pain one by one.

"Huh~" A few minutes later, Rogge finally let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes. The comfort brought by the lake water gradually made his consciousness clearer.

"Master...are you feeling better?" Beibei's big eyes were full of worry and expectation.

Rogge nodded slightly and ordered, "Go and bring me the phoenix egg in the secret vault."

He slowly took off all his clothes and immersed himself naked in the cold lake water.

"This time it was just skin contact with the basilisk's venom, but what if it happens next time?" He closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Although Arthur was bitten by the basilisk, his injuries were clearly controlled by Voldemort: it was not a death but also not a good thing, more like a torture.

Voldemort was not merciful, but wanted to use him to trick Harry into getting the prophecy for himself.

(End of this chapter)