"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 177: The Geis Contract with the Basilisk
After successfully crafting the cockerel egg, Salazar wasted no time—he dove straight into the incubation process.
Wyzett could tell that all of Salazar's previous one hundred eighty experiments had been meticulously integrated into this one hundred eighty-first attempt.
Salazar continued feeding the toad with thestral blood, further saturating it with the essence of death.
He then transformed the original chicken coop, merging ritual magic with alchemy to create a brand-new incubation chamber—a marvel centered around a gleaming alchemical magic circle.
Drawing upon every book he'd ever read, Wyzett scrutinized each of Salazar's steps and finally understood his intent: the incubation of the cockerel egg was, in truth, an act of biological alchemy.
The sea of magical knowledge was endless. Biological alchemy, blood magic… these were fields Wyzett had only brushed against, never truly explored.
All he could do now was commit every detail to memory, hoping to study and digest it in the future.
…
As the experiment progressed, new fragments of memory flickered into view.
In these scenes, the toad's appearance slowly changed. Some magical transformation had begun between the toad and the cockerel egg—its skin faded day by day, its movements grew sluggish, until it seemed on the verge of becoming a gray-white statue.
The cockerel egg, meanwhile, underwent the opposite change. The toad's lost color transferred to the egg, wrapping it in a thick, vibrant layer that concealed the ghastly white shell and those sinister red veins.
When the toad finally turned to stone, the cockerel egg completed its transformation through biological alchemy—becoming a basilisk egg.
Its surface was now covered in dazzling, serpentine patterns, a vivid green reminiscent of the shed skin Wyzett had seen in the tunnels.
Salazar then altered the alchemical magic circle, converting it into a ritual array.
He raised his wand, silver-blue light bursting from the tip.
Clearly, as a former Guardian, Salazar had also mastered the powers of Ancient Magic.
Now, he channeled that power to nurture the basilisk egg, guiding the next stage of incubation.
Wyzett noticed that whenever Salazar used Ancient Magic to tend the egg, he would also weave in mental magic—establishing a subtle, psychic link with the unborn creature.
With the intervention of Ancient Magic, Salazar began a new round of documentation:
[Infusing Ancient Magic… guiding the basilisk egg's instincts, allowing it to absorb the power of the ancients…]
As the nurturing and communication grew more frequent, the basilisk egg would shudder in response—each time, the tremors came quicker, more eager.
[Establishing magical communication with the basilisk… earning its trust… preparing for the formation of the Geis…]
Reading Salazar's notes, Wyzett pondered: "So the Slytherin founder's true goal… was to obtain a Geis…"
"But what exactly is a Geis? The word 'formation'… could it mean forging a contract? Is a Geis some kind of magical pact?"
He followed this thread, extracting the key elements: "Ancient Magic… mental magic… communication… trust…"
"And perhaps the founder's own gift—Parseltongue… Since the basilisk still slumbers in Hogwarts, I'll inevitably cross paths with it…"
"If I use Ancient Magic, then Parseltongue and mental magic to establish a magical connection, maybe my encounter with the basilisk will go far more smoothly?"
Watching Salazar's careful interaction with the basilisk egg, a sudden spark of inspiration flashed in Wyzett's mind.
"Mandrakes! The mandrakes I've watered with Ancient Magic… perhaps I could forge some sort of Geis contract with them as well?"
"But magical plants are different from magical beasts—I can't just copy the process. Rushing in without understanding could be dangerous…"
Magic was a realm of infinite possibility—and infinite peril.
Even in Charms, which seemed relatively safe, a mispronounced spell could lead to disaster.
Professor Flitwick once told the story of a wizard named Baruffio, who mispronounced a single syllable and ended up with a buffalo crushing his chest, breaking his ribs.
For ordinary injuries, wizards had remedies—like Harry's vanished bones, regrown overnight with Skele-Gro.
But some magical accidents caused permanent harm. In the dormitory, Anthony once told tales of a legendary Auror—Alastor Moody.
He was hailed as "the greatest Auror of modern times," but everyone called him "Mad-Eye Moody."
He'd earned the nickname after losing an eye in pursuit of a dark wizard—now, he wore a magical eye that could spin in every direction, even see behind him.
Thankfully, Wyzett was at a magical school. If he encountered something he didn't understand, or wanted to attempt a dangerous experiment, he could always seek out a professor.
Even if they hadn't faced the exact same problem, their experience could offer inspiration, guidance, and most importantly—help avoid disaster.
…
As the basilisk finally hatched, Salazar's memory fragment ended abruptly.
Perhaps some magical restriction prevented Wyzett from witnessing the full forging of the Geis.
It was a bit disappointing, but overall, Wyzett felt deeply satisfied.
He'd gained so much precious knowledge from Salazar's memories—enough to fuel his studies for ages.
As the memory faded, Wyzett felt a familiar weightlessness, tumbling through darkness.
He'd experienced this sensation before—it meant his consciousness was returning, and he would soon awaken.
During the fall, he allowed himself to relax completely, savoring this rare moment of tranquil drifting.
He was like a leaf floating down a stream, his thoughts meandering without aim…
Unconsciously, images of Christmas and summer holidays, of everyday life, drifted through his mind.
Dreamlike scenes flickered by, as fleeting as sand through his fingers—if he tried to focus, they slipped away; only by relaxing did he feel the peace they offered.
That tranquility, light as a feather, floated along with him…
He could sense the Ravenclaw common room, the view from the window, the shadowy expanse of the Forbidden Forest.
He could feel the thestrals bursting from the woods, wings slicing the air as they soared skyward, then swooped back into the darkness.
He could sense the Hogwarts greenhouses, lush magical plants swaying their leaves, eager to drink the dawn's sweet dew…
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