Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Chapter 142 The longing of the basilisk

Tom didn't want to worry his friends, nor did he want to show his vulnerability, as long as the class was over every day.

He immediately put on the Disillusionment Charm and ran into the secret room. After a few times, he understood why the basilisk hated him so much and silently put down the hunted animals.

Tom leaned against the basilisk's hard and cold body in a daze. At least in this way, he could feel that he still had the need to exist.

He knew that person and the feud between Bob Ogden and the Gaunt family. As long as he wanted to, he could get the other person's memory no matter what method he used.

But he was afraid of the truth, afraid of seeing scenes in those memories that he least wanted to admit.

'Slytherin won't back down...Salazar is no coward! He is the bravest man in the world! ’

The basilisk swung its tail loudly. This guy might be the last bloodline of Salazar. How could he hide in the secret room all day just for some reason?

‘Do you know what happened thousands of years ago! Salazar's favorite students were roasted on the fire by those Muggles! ’

'Those cruel people saw that it had no effect, so they killed the little wizards alive in one fell swoop! Salazar suffered no less than anyone else! ’

'But he didn't give up resistance, and none of them did... so you... don't sit here like a loser! ’

With a forced smile, Tom raised his hand and patted the basilisk's body. From the cold snake language, he could hear the basilisk's resentment towards those people...

And deep remembrance of the long-lost owner.

'I'm sorry to remind you of painful memories...I haven't experienced those things myself, so I can't give you any high-sounding comfort...'

'All I can do is promise you that I will do my best to stay here and protect the treasure for your master...'

The Basilisk heard the young man's clear voice and slowly put his head on the ground. The tragedy of a thousand years ago was an indelible memory for him.

But for today's wizards, it is just a few words in textbooks. The comfortable life has long made wizards forget...

Forget what Hogwarts represents...and what the four founders represent...

He just didn't want these people to forget how those four idiots pulled the wizards out of the desperate purgatory.

What price did he pay to set up a huge protective umbrella for the entire wizarding world? Every time he opens his eyes in the dark...

Without being able to see those four living guys, he wanted to destroy this place. Thousands of years of loneliness were a kind of torture for him.

But he couldn't let those fools down... couldn't ruin their hard work...

‘I stay here to take care of them, to take care of the cubs they regard as treasures... Promise me... to open the real secret room as soon as possible... This is a relief for me...'

Putting away his thoughts, Tom felt that the responsibility on him was a little heavier, nodded and closed his eyes.

Is it relief...?

Who can free him...

One person and one snake closed their eyes to rest with heavy hearts. Tom felt that the time was almost up, so he opened his eyes and stood up to leave.

'Can I...can I go out and have a look...I want to know what Hogwarts has become...'

The basilisk twisted its body unnaturally. It had been too long since he had gone out. Many of the passages left for him were blocked, except for the one that required Parseltongue to open.