Ch317- Magic Eye

Ch317- Magic Eye

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Harry nodded, watching the serpent carefully. “So you’re saying someone would need to override those protections?”

“Not just anyone,” Basi replied, tail flicking against the stone floor. “Only a descendant with powerful blood could hope to bend the wards of this castle. And even then, he would need an artifact with a deep connection to Hogwarts—a piece of the school’s magic.”

Harry hummed, considering what Basi had just told him. "Riddle’s Slytherin's descendant. Do you think he managed to get his hands on one of the Founder’s artifacts?"

Basi’s enormous head tilted slightly, as if deep in thought. "It’s possible. There are only a handful of items that could provide such access, items tied directly to the Founders' bloodlines and their magic. It would require an object with a potent link to Salazar himself—or another Founder—to weave a curse that could slip past the castle’s wards.”

Harry didn’t know much about the Founders' relics. There was the Sorting Hat, of course, something all four Founders had collaborated on to give a bit of themselves to the school. Then there was Helga Hufflepuff’s Map of Hogwarts, but it wasn’t bound to her through blood or magic; otherwise, the System would’ve flagged it.

Harry dug into his pocket and pulled out the green ring he found in the Lower Chamber. It was one of the three items he’d uncovered in the hidden chamber, along with Salazar’s journal and the key. He slid the ring onto his finger, looking down at the faint glow emanating from the stone.

When Harry slipped the green ring onto his finger, the same feeling, the slight tingle that usually came when he wore it—a faint pull toward the depths of the Chamber, like the place itself was somehow connecting with him.

"How about this?” he asked, holding his hand up so the basilisk could see the ring. “Found it in the lower Chamber. One of the three things Salazar left behind, and whenever I wear it, I feel like I’m...linked to this place. You think it’s one of those artifacts?"

Basi’s eyes narrowed, following the ring’s faint glow. "I recognize that piece," he rumbled, shifting his massive body a bit closer. "That ring belonged to Salazar, yes. It was crafted to bind him to his own magic, to strengthen his connection to his own work here. The fact that it resonates with you... means Hogwarts already accepts you."

Harry was surprised, "Hogwarts accepts me?"

The basilisk inclined his head. "Yes. With Slytherin blood and that ring, you have enough authority to bypass certain protections within the castle—the same way that man did when he was here."

For a moment, he sensed nothing more than the vast, heavy quiet of the chamber. It was just him, the cold stones, and Basi’s steady presence nearby. But as he sat there, still and listening, he started to feel it—an ancient pulse, a kind of hum beneath the surface of the walls, like a heartbeat slowed by centuries. The ring warmed on his finger, almost as if it was guiding him to tap into that faint rhythm.

Then, something incredible began to take shape in front of him. Harry blinked, his vision narrowing as a shimmering image formed in the air, gradually sharpening until it filled his sight. It was Hogwarts—but not as he’d ever seen it. This version of the castle was built entirely out of magic.

Instead of stones and mortar, he saw wards layered like bricks, forming the walls and towers, each one humming with a different enchantment. Runes covered the structure from base to peak, running in patterns that crisscrossed each other, threads of magic woven tightly into a web of protection and strength. The castle seemed to breathe with life, its magic pulsing and shifting, each part connecting seamlessly to the next.

Harry’s eyes traveled along the staircases, which seemed to flow and reshape themselves, held together by charms that allowed them to move through space. The charms shimmered faintly, their power feeding into each step, binding them to the structure around them and guiding them as they glided from floor to floor. He could see the spells embedded in the stonework, each casting a faint glow as if eager to show its purpose, an intricate network that let the stairs bend to the castle’s needs.

He focused on the greenhouse next, spotting the enchanted earth and planters. Each bed of soil glimmered with a spell that encouraged plants to grow faster and healthier, feeding off the gentle magic imbued within. Magic seeped from the walls into the plants, coating the greenhouse in a soft green aura. Charms woven into the glass panels of the greenhouse shifted to catch sunlight, amplifying it to reach each corner. The magic poured into the air, blending with the natural energy of the plants.

The Great Hall appeared in the magical silhouette, its walls interwoven with enchantments for temperature control, soundproofing, and protection. Floating candles hovered above the tables, their flickering flames powered by simple levitation charms, while a barrier along the ceiling maintained a perfect imitation of the sky, constantly adjusting to the time of day and season. Spells woven around the room prevented any discomfort from the hall’s high ceiling, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere.

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