Harry Potter: Ero World-Chapter 159: A Dark Night! Part-1

The Dark Lord didn't have any interest in muddling through plants as he quickly took a beaten path and went around the large building. A short walk later, they stopped. He wasn't able to sense anything, but the Dark Lord could as he spoke in a bone-chilling voice, "Moec~"

The words hung in the air before he felt them. Even with severely muted senses, he felt the coldness solidifying the air itself. He could see the moisture condense in their breath as the shadowed being appeared in front of them, and slowly, they converged, hundreds of them hovering right in front of them.

"Moec~ Tiem~ Atfse~" Each word that probably was giving his tongue a great workout made the dementers vibrate. The Dark Lord apparently didn't need to persuade them too much as he repeated the last word again and pointed toward the castle.

"Atfse~"

He felt the swishing winds as the shadows rushed toward the castle, vibrating with eagerness as the Dark Lord moved; this time, his footsteps were more urgent. The Darkness of the night covered their movements as they slipped back into the castle, and just when he expected them to move toward the hidden corridor, they moved somewhere else.

Their destination this time was a little odd, but with a flick of his wands, the door flew open as they walked through into the lavatory. The Dark Lord stopped as his eyes went up to the sealing. He contemplated for a moment before he started chanting. The words felt unfamiliar, and when he tried to focus on them, they seemed to slip past his grasp.

Even though his mouth spoke this foreign language, he couldn't hear anything. The words and wand waving continued, and slowly, he found himself in front of a sink. His vision immediately flicked to the snake symbol engraved on the faucet. The questions that he was suppressing kept on increasing as words, this time totally different, emerged from his mouth.

"~Open~" The sound started nothing more than a hiss to him, but he could understand it nonetheless.

'Parseltongue!!' Quirell exclaimed, his tightly locked thoughts escaping his grasp as he was able to understand the elusive ability.

"Kekeke~" A dark chuckle escaped his mouth as a grin stretched across his face.

"It seems Parseltongue is a soul-based ability, fascinating, indeed..." the Dark Lord muttered as the sink shifted in front of him. A deep hole emerged, and it went down a slope. The Dark Lord cast a charm, and then he stepped into the hole; they slowly descended, his deep purple cloak and robes fluttering as a controlled descent began.

While the Dark Lord didn't stop to marvel at the place they appeared in, Quirell was amazed at everything around them. The gravel gave way to a sea of small bones scattered around the floor, the long, long skin of discarded flesh that proved that the beast living in this place and responsible for the carnage was a very long snake.

Quirell suppressed the fear as he watched the Dark Lord stand in front of another entrance. This one had a symbol of 7 snake heads stretching across it in symmetry. They weren't engraved on the door but seemed almost alive.

"~Open~" The hiss once again was simple. No magical password was apparently needed as the snakeheads, one by one, retreated into their form. A bigger snake went around the circumference of the circular door as it creaked open. With a wave of his wand, the process was expedited. With no hesitation, the Dark Lord went through.

The room behind the entrance was hidden behind a maze of long tunnels, their purpose beyond his grasp. Quirell watched the statues of metallic snakes with fangs longer than his forearm. A platform extended from the entrance to the tunnel system toward the larger chamber. The artistic qualities of the snake head statues were ignored as the Dark Lord arrived in front of a large sculpture.

Seemingly created from a single block of stone, the identity of the bald, bearded man wasn't hard to guess, considering the place they were in, especially not after the words that the Dark Lord spoke next.

"~Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four~"

The hiss echoed around the hall for a moment before the jaw of the sculpture moved, and as Quirell felt the elation of the Dark Lord spread through him, he saw it. Big yellow eyes locked onto his figure as a large snake head, half the size of his, emerges from the opening.

'A Basilisk!!!' Quirell quivered.

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