Chapter 188 The Golden Rooster Announces Dawn

Tom Riddle, or rather, Voldemort's diary Horcrux, is just one of many Horcruxes.

Anton didn't dare to say that he knew everything about Horcruxes, but he had studied them to a certain extent.

A Horcrux is a cloud backup of a living body.

The replicated 'self and soul body', with a certain item as the body, constitutes a complete life.

This is a cloud backup, not a backup, and it does not have the ability to resurrect.

It can only support the main body to keep the "self and soul body" intact, which is equivalent to a soul mark that ignores the distance of space. It can let one's main body know what it should look like anytime, anywhere, and the magic power will restore the main body to this appearance.

This is completely different from the so-called lich phylactery that Anton had seen in his previous life.

In this regard, Anton is very sure.

So, what kind of ability makes this cloud backup suddenly have the ability to resurrect? If they really had this ability, other horcruxes would have already affected wizards or life forms approaching them to find the possibility of resurrection.

In horizontal comparison, there is only one answer - Basilisk.

It is also something that the despicable Hai Erbo has researched. The basilisk has a majestic vitality that is almost immortal. If this kind of vitality is injected into the Horcrux, can it revive people?

Anton doesn't know yet, it's just a guess.

But he only needs to do one thing - kill the basilisk.

In the Hogwarts library, there is an old tome that clearly describes the basilisk, raised from a rooster's egg hatched by a toad, apparently by some sort of ritual magic.

The basilisk is huge and can live for hundreds or even thousands of years. Its body has powerful magic resistance, its fangs are highly poisonous, and its eyes are deadly.

The disadvantage is also obvious, the rooster's crowing is fatal to it.

"This is outrageous." Anton frowned, not knowing what kind of restraint this was for a while.

Rooster!

Ordinary domesticated animals don't even have magical powers, and aren't even considered magical animals.

This is no longer a matter of so-called magic attribute restraint!

"Kangdang."

Hagrid put an iron cage on the table. Inside, a big rooster was shaking its comb proudly, looking sideways at Anton outside the cage.

"Sorry, Anton, I can only give you one."

"Dumbledore asked me to prepare one in every corner of the castle, and I don't have any left here."

Anton raised his head and looked at Hagrid, "It's okay, one is enough."

The pink fluffy dragon flapped its wings awkwardly, kicked on the ground, flew less than a few steps, and plopped under the sofa.

It crawled out awkwardly and chirped at Anton.

This foodie was fostered by Anton at Hagrid's house. He ate even fatter than before, and got fatter again.

But even so, it still can't grow tall.

Since Little Fat Ball left Snape, his life was not too smooth. Anton mixes potion with food from time to time to feed, which has an extremely attractive magic power. Hagrid's specially prepared food was the most suitable for his taste, and the big guy always knew what magical animals liked to eat.

And the girls at school who like it will also come to see it and always bring it various snacks.

until……

The wyrm stared hard at the big cock, pouted its pink mouth, and stared angrily at the big cock.

Is the owner planning to change a pet?

So, love goes away, right?

"Too bad!" Hagrid wiped his tears and snot with a black cloth, "Tom used to be bad when he was studying, how could he do that to Filch?"

"And Snape, and Harry, woo woo woo..."

"Filch..." Anton narrowed his eyes slightly. Filch was not good. Besides being petrified, his soul was covered with countless dark green cracks.

Anton had seen that kind of appearance in Professor Quirrell.

Riddle really has a unique talent in this regard, always finding people with soul defects, and then luring them to fall and get lost.

"Yes!" Hagrid's face was full of sadness, "Dumbledore said... said... woo woo woo..."

"He said Filch wouldn't live long even if he was de-petrified."

Although Filch didn't have a good reputation among the student community, this conscientious janitor actually had a good relationship with many people.

Like Hagrid, like Snape...

By the way, Snape is not as bad as he looks. Thinking about it carefully, he has a good relationship with Quirrell, and he has a good relationship with Filch...

"Tsk tsk." This arrogant and oily man with a cold face and a warm heart.

Anton sighed, and patted Hagrid on the shoulder, "Be careful, death is always inevitable when dealing with Voldemort."

Hagrid cried even louder, "Anton, you don't know, over the years, decades, many people have died, all of them were killed by him and his men."

die……

What an unbearable subject.

Anton could feel Hagrid's emotions, and the wizard's magic power would always be fluctuated by emotions. I don't know why he has mastered too much eye magic. Anton can now vaguely observe the wizard's emotions with his naked eyes.

Hagrid's mind at the moment was like the low, dark clouds in the sky outside the window.

Uncomfortably depressed.

"Hagrid!" Anton gently pulled out his wand, pointing at the sky, "The dark clouds will clear one day!"

The magic power gushes out and the clouds roll.

This is the 'Atmospheric Flow Curse', invented in 1962 by a witch who likes to ride a hot air balloon. This spell can effectively promote the surge of air in the atmosphere, and it is a variant of the 'Clean Up' spell.

The Ministry of Magic later classified this spell as a weather spell.

However, since this curse only interferes with the original airflow, and does not generate thrust out of thin air, there is no way to apply it to the broomstick.

Belonging is a useless spell.

I saw the clouds rolling and rushing towards the surroundings. In a gap, the sun rushed to the ground like a ray of light cutting through the darkness.

It was golden, like a huge sword.

"Everything will pass, won't it?" Hagrid stared blankly at the ray of sunlight.

"Of course." Anton smiled slightly.

At this moment, the rooster in the iron cage on the table thought it was morning, and raised his head proudly, "Ohhh~~~~"

The golden rooster announces the dawn!

Dispel the gloom, the sun is shining, and the world is clear.

Anton looked back at the big cock in surprise, as if seeing a scene of vigorous vitality.

He also felt this kind of scene when he observed the branches of the Elephant Elephant Vine breaking through the ground.

But there is also a little difference. Plants break out of the ground is the surge of their own vitality.

The crowing of the big rooster is different, it is more like a 'report', a kind of 'announcement'-hey, humans, all things, a new day full of vitality has arrived.

"Wow~" Anton's mouth curled up slightly.

Interesting, very interesting.

Why is the basilisk afraid of the crowing of the big cock? Isn't it because of the restraint of this cry? But because the big rooster announced the basilisk - it's time for you to welcome the new day?

According to this line of thinking, it is possible that the basilisk has no lifespan at all, it is a life that stagnates time in a certain day, a creature with only one day of life.

Filled with powerful vitality, this has been delayed until hundreds of years.

Then the big cock tells it, hey, it's the end of the day, can you take the dog?

"Maybe try it?"

Hagrid patted Anton on the shoulder lightly, "Thank you, Anton, I feel much better."

He pointed to the chicken-raising bamboo fence circle in the vegetable garden. "I have to go and see if the eggs have hatched. The castle is too big. I don't have enough roosters."

Anton nodded, staring down at the big cock with interest.