HP: Spirit Talker

Anyway, my lecture went on long enough. With short breaks, it took quite a long time, and still, it's just the basics, without the fine details, for which I have excellent books and scrolls, but scrolls I'm certainly not going to give him. The patches went on smoothly, almost tearing, but I managed to get another one on at the last moment, and a fourth Potter patch on a few seconds later.

A minute later, when the energy channel had reached normal load and the structures were properly charged, white and blue lights flashed at a height of two and a half meters. A very, very beautiful sight, the structure of this flame I copied. Petals of light blue fire rose from the illusory bowls, becoming darker at the top, and in the middle the flame was pure white.

Thus, the main light did not rise higher than three meters, illuminating the street, but the vaults remained hidden in mysterious fluctuating shadows. At the sound of footsteps and my voice, we reached the entrance to the chamber, where my companion was parodying a flat tire, but I managed to make out "open", which surprised me, but not too much, as I felt a shiver of spiritual plans. Apparently, parseltongue is something more complex and interesting than is commonly understood here.

When we stepped inside, Potter suddenly tensed up somehow, probably because the memories of this place made him expect various threats and dangers. I, on the other hand, was not worried: my senses and feelings did not even detect the rats, which can be clearly felt in the sewers that lead down to the dungeons. The familiar white and blue lights flickered, only here they burned on torches, making them "eternal".

Near the center of the chamber lay the skeleton of a thousand-year-old basilisk. Yes, a skeleton, for there was not a single fiber of flesh on the bones. Such a mass of flesh, literally soaked in magic, could not rot in a few years, nor could it be mummified. What's the conclusion?

This boy and his friends don't seem to give a damn about this priceless beast... excuse me, reptile, the great reptile. They didn't care at all, and it was unlikely that they had ever cared about such things before, but this basilisk wouldn't go stale for another five years, if not more.

Its magical power was unimaginable, yet the basilisk seems to have gone mad over the centuries — I can feel it in the powerful magic in its bones. This is simply amazing! I was certainly hopeful, but I still didn't think the power would be this great. However, it seems that someone, let's not point fingers, also sensed all or part of it, so they raked out what they could, leaving the Chosen One and company with the necessary inventory. Well, thanks for the gift, I appreciate it.

— Harry! Potter! — I had to raise my voice a little to get his attention. — Will you let me have those bones?

— Why do you ask? The teenager was surprised.

— You killed him, so he's your battle trophy.

— Hmm... — The teenager looked at the bones for a few seconds, his face expressing a range of emotions, then he pulled out a fang and stepped back, wrapping it in a handkerchief. — You can have it.

— Thank you. — I even bowed. — I will return the favor. — I mean it, because even these bones are priceless treasures.

— You don't have to... — The teenager shrugged lazily, thinking again.

I wasted no time and worked on sealing the pieces and segments, making sure I could do it in fifteen minutes. When I was done, I persuaded the boy to take a walk to see if there was a hiding place. It wasn't as if a Slytherin had done all this for a reptile... I wouldn't. I wouldn't.

Eventually we found a few rooms with broken/rotten/scattered/turned into a new life form contents. In three of the labs, all that was left was the wreckage of once-rotten wooden furniture and shards of glass. In the fourth, we found a cleared workstation, or rather, it had been like that fifty years ago, as well as moldy work logs.

 What hadn't rotted in the pantry had turned to mold, and the stasis charms were not powered, apparently another breach. The former living quarters were a mere mention, but the workroom was hidden under a wall.

I found it by accident, and before I opened it, I took an oath from my companion to keep silent about what I saw/discovered in the future, as well as the distribution of trophies 70/30 in my favor, because Potter would not open this door.... not even Dumbledore.

The teenager tried to scream, using several known unlocking charms, but to no avail — he couldn't even find the door. I think only I or Luna will be able to find it, because the principle of displacement is used here — Mystic House.