Hogwarts: I am Snape

Chapter 59 How to Hand-Craft a Snake Monster

"Why is it like this? I thought I was going to see something interesting." Outside the circle, some younger students were standing on tiptoe, pouting and muttering.

People were swaying and staggering everywhere on the grass.

At first, they were full of anticipation for the legendary apparition. But when they saw the sixth-grade students standing frozen in place, swaying back and forth, their faces redder than dragon blood, they quickly lost interest and began to leave in twos and threes.

At this moment, two people accidentally jumped into the same wooden hoop, and now they are blaming each other and wrestling, constantly yelling that the other messed up.

"It's all your fault! You made my ability to manifest fail!"

"You're the one who entered my wooden circle!"

"That's quite amusing!" The younger students who were leaving stopped and burst into laughter.

If the deans hadn't intervened in time, a chaotic brawl of the strong bullying the weak would have erupted today.

Many others were spinning around in circles, feeling dizzy and unsteady on their feet, staggering from side to side.

The serious accident occurred near the end of the course.

A piercing scream suddenly rang out, and everyone turned around in horror to see the insect's tail swaying inside the wooden circle, its empty sleeves fluttering in the wind. Its two hands, which should have moved with it, remained rooted to the spot.

The deans rushed to his side. With a loud bang, a cloud of purple smoke dissipated, and they saw that Wormtail was sobbing. His hand was back on, but his face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with terror.

“Separation is the separation of a part of the body,” Wickie Tycross said calmly, holding her wand. “It only happens when your resolve isn’t strong enough. You must always keep your attention on the goal, don’t panic, be calm… like this.”

Tykros took a few graceful steps forward, spread his arms, and began to spin in place, his robes fluttering gently with his movements.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared right before everyone's eyes, and then reappeared at the edge of the circle.

But his success did not boost morale.

“I’m starting to hate him,” Abbott whispered to Snape. “All teachers who say ‘Isn’t this easy?’ should reconsider their career choices.”

“Yes,” Snape also grew tired of the futile attempts. “He’s as if he’s saying that hands will do, but what we’re seeing now is that it’s better not to have hands.”

Although he didn't make much progress, being able to stay intact in place was undoubtedly a better outcome than splitting into two parts.

Despite the complaints and dissatisfaction of his classmates after their failures, Tykross did not seem discouraged or concerned.

He slowly fastened his cloak, glanced at everyone, and said unhurriedly, "See you next Saturday, everyone. Don't forget the three Ds: Destination, Determination, and Deliberation."

Frustrated by the apparition, the students couldn't help but feel disgusted by the three Ds that Tykroth constantly emphasized. In their eyes, these three Ds were more like "Dumbass," "Dog-breath," and "Dung-head."

Despite some minor mishaps, the otherwise pleasant weekend passed quickly.

The following week in the class on the protection of magical creatures, Snape stared wide-eyed at Professor Kettleburn's lecture. It was a rare indoor class on the theory of protecting magical creatures, with Professor Kettleburn struggling to point to a picture of a basilisk on the blackboard with his missing arm.

"The Basilisk, also known as the King Basilisk or the Basilisk, is a large, bright green snake that can grow up to fifty feet long."

"The basilisk's fangs are exceptionally venomous and extremely destructive; it even leaves behind toxic slime on the ground it crawls over."

"However, the most dangerous and direct way the basilisk attacks is by staring deadly at you with its large yellow eyes. Anyone who makes direct eye contact with it will die instantly."

“Yes,” Snape thought, “extraordinary toxicity. Even a long-dead basilisk can still destroy a Horcrux with its fangs.”

Professor Kettleburn continued speaking, his voice echoing in the quiet classroom.

"The first recorded basilisk was created by a Greek black wizard named 'Hypole the Despicable.' He was a black wizard who spoke Parsleyan. These monsters have extremely long lifespans; it is said that Hypole's basilisk lived for nearly nine hundred years."

"After numerous experiments, Heibol discovered that simply placing an egg under a toad's body to incubate it would hatch a dangerous snake with extraordinary abilities..."

Snape grew increasingly shocked as he listened, thinking to himself: Wait, is he talking about how to sculpt a basilisk by hand? That's too outrageous.

“Professor,” he couldn’t hold back any longer, interrupting Kettleburn’s speech, which sounded like he was talking about “how to build a nuclear bomb in your garage,” and asked in shock, “Are you sure this is something we should be learning?”

“No—” Kettleburn let out a heavy sigh, looking helpless. “I’m not sure, Severus. But it’s clearly written in the Ministry of Magic’s NEWT syllabus, even though it hasn’t been updated in over two hundred years.”

“This was drafted back when Perseus Parkinson was minister,” Kettleburn grumbled under his breath. “He even tried to pass a bill banning wizards from marrying Muggles. What an idiot…”

“Please note that although I am going to teach you about basilisks,” Kettleburn stopped complaining and said seriously, “the act of creating basilisks has always been illegal.”

"More importantly, although the process of breeding a basilisk is very simple, I hope none of you will try it."

"Aside from being able to communicate with Parsleyan, Basilisks won't listen to anyone. If you're interested in breeding Basilisks, believe me, the Basilisk you breed will be much more interested in you than you are in it."

“Moreover,” Ketelburn paused, then added, “there are numerous historical examples of Parseltongues being swallowed alive by their own pet basilisks, or accidentally being petrified and then swallowed.”

Looking at the lifelike drawing of the basilisk on the blackboard, a strange image suddenly popped into Snape's mind:

He sat firmly on a throne adorned with wands, exuding an aura of majesty.

Before them stood a large group of blindfolded, slithering basilisks. Tom was bound to one side, his mouth gagged tightly. Under Tom's watchful eye, he slowly tossed over the Horcruxes one by one, allowing Dumbledore to direct the basilisks to destroy them one by one…

Fortunately, the bell rang at that moment, ending the daydream.

　This is the only chapter today. It's so badly written that I can't even bear to look back at it.

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(End of this chapter)