novelraw Chapter 304 Serpent Language Opens the Door
Chapter 304 Serpent Language Opens the Door
Chapter 304 Serpent Language Opens the Door
When the appointed time arrived, for the first few seconds, there was only deep silence, the seemingly stagnant lake water, and Karen's own increasingly clear heartbeat.
A calculation error? Did the astrological model malfunction at the last minute? A chilling disappointment gripped Karen, even temporarily overshadowing the coldness of the lake, leaving only inner turmoil. He instinctively looked at Castor beside him, trying to find a clue.
However, Castor remained as steady as a rock, unwavering in the slightest. This absolute calmness infected Karen, who composed himself and refocused his attention on the rock face ahead.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred.
Inside the rock wall, the steady flow of deep blue magic suddenly intensified, becoming incredibly bright. The intense light even penetrated the rock layers, casting shimmering, distorted, eerie blue spots of light into Karen's normal vision.
A deep rumble came from deep within the rock face, clearly transmitted through the water.
Immediately afterwards, the texture on the rock face began to twist, deform, and flow violently!
Within a few seconds, a huge, complex pattern made of pure golden magical light clearly appeared in the center of the rock wall.
It was a giant, coiled serpent. Its head was raised high, its tongue slightly flickering, and its cold, serpentine eyes seemed to pierce through the lake water as it stared at the intruder. Its body was coiled into a complex ring, inlaid with countless ancient runes that flickered and faded. The entire pattern exuded an ancient and powerful aura, undoubtedly the mark left by Salazar Slytherin.
However, the pattern did not remain static. Once formed, it immediately began to flicker with light and shadow in a unique, rhythmic pattern. The ring-shaped area, in particular, would sometimes become dazzlingly bright, and sometimes quickly dim, leaving only a dark outline. This alternation of light and shadow was highly regular, like breathing, or perhaps conveying some kind of message.
Karen froze. The entrance mechanism had appeared, but what should he do next? Speak Parsley to it? What should he say? He tried several possible activation sounds, but nothing happened. The pattern just stubbornly flashed repeatedly, ignoring his bewilderment.
As he stood frozen in place, Castor's calm voice, compressed by magic, reached his ears precisely: "Notice its rhythm, Karen. Frequency. This blinking isn't random; it's conveying a message. Perceive it, analyze it. Try to connect it to what you looked up earlier about Slytherin; the blinking itself is likely the key."
Karen suddenly realized. He had been too fixated on the vocal form of Parsley, neglecting its core—its unique frequency. This flickering rhythm was essentially a code, a frequency language of Parsley expressed through flickering!
He immediately cleared his mind of all distractions and maximized the perception of his "Eye of Truth," focusing on the constantly flashing pattern. He no longer paid attention to its dazzling form, but instead focused on analyzing the details of the changes in light: the timing of each transition between light and dark, the duration of the brightness, the intervals between dimming, and the complete cycle.
A unique, intermittent rhythmic pattern with an ancient charm is constantly repeated through the language of light.
This rhythm—this frequency—
Karen's pupils contracted; the feeling was shockingly familiar. Although the medium had changed from sound to light, this unique pattern of frequency fluctuations was strikingly similar to the magical fluctuations he had sensed within Harry's hissing voice when practicing Parsley! No, they were different expressions of the same essence. The core of Parsley was this unique magical frequency, and the pattern before him was revealing this frequency code to him.
"It—it's using light to simulate a specific Parsleyan magical frequency!" Karen excitedly transmitted her voice to Castor, her voice trembling with shock. "It's repeating a phrase over and over! I need to use Parsley to mimic a magical frequency perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of this light to respond to it! That's the key!"
"Then do it. Focus and keep up with its pace." Castor's response was brief, but the trust in it gave Karen confidence.
Karen nodded, took a deep breath, and suppressed his excitement and nervousness. He closed his eyes completely, using only his "Eye of Truth" to "listen" to the rhythm, transforming it into a pure frequency signal imprinted in his consciousness. He recalled the feeling of the magical nodes deep in his throat resonating when he hissed while learning from Harry, carefully adjusting his own magic, trying to imitate and match that frequency code made of light.
The initial attempts were clumsy and awkward. The hissing sounds were either out of frequency, out of rhythm, or the magic was unstable. The patterns on the rock wall remained unresponsive, coldly repeating their sequence.
Adjust, perceive, and adjust again—he meticulously fine-tuned the vibration pattern of the magic node in his throat.
Finally, after several attempts, he found that perfect fit!
He felt the magical node deep in his throat vibrate with precision, the hissing sound carrying specific magical fluctuations. Every rise and fall, every pause, was perfectly synchronized with every change in light and shadow in the rhythm of the rock wall! A wonderful sense of resonance arose between him and the rock wall pattern.
It's now!
He snapped his eyes open, his grey pupils flashing resolutely in the darkness, staring directly at the shimmering serpentine pattern. He opened his mouth and emitted a series of low, hoarse hissing sounds, filled with ancient power. He still didn't know the meaning of these syllables, but the frequency of the magical fluctuations they contained perfectly matched the frequency of the light shimmering in the pattern!
The change occurred when the last syllable, with its precise rhythm and frequency, merged into the lake water.
On the rock face, the constantly flashing serpentine pattern suddenly froze at its brightest point, all changes in light and shadow instantly ceasing. The serpent of light seemed to have fully awakened, becoming solid and stable, radiating a timeless and majestic glow.
Immediately afterwards, "Boom—!"
A more violent and profound tremor emanated from within the rock wall, causing the lake water surrounding Karen to tremble slightly. In the area where the pattern was located, the incredibly hard rock began to writhe, flip, and recombine layer by layer as if it were alive!
The massive rock mass made a dull, grinding sound as it moved, yet it possessed a strange, fluid quality.
Under Karen and Castor's watchful eyes, an oval archway "grew" out of the rock face! The archway's edges were composed of flowing, silvery matter infused with water and magical energy, constantly shimmering with fine ancient runes. The interior of the archway was no longer rock, but a distorted, blurred, and constantly rotating play of light and shadow.
The moment the arch was formed, a powerful, invisible force field spread out, pushing aside the surrounding lake water to form a stable, waterless spherical space about three meters in diameter! The powerful magical fluctuations spread outwards like shockwaves, causing Karen and Castor, who were more than ten meters away, to feel their robes flutter violently.
They succeeded. The entrance to Salazar Slytherin's Chamber at the bottom of the lake opened for them, a thousand years later.
Karen's mouth gaped slightly in shock, causing the bubbles of the Bubble Head Charm to ripple. Even though he had activated it himself, this unimaginable magical miracle still brought immense awe. Then he turned to look at Castor.
Castor's eyes were fixed on the now-stabilized magical archway, exuding an alluring yet dangerous aura. His gaze held a mixture of admiration for the ancient magical power, a scrutiny of achieving his goal, and perhaps a subtle, almost imperceptible, fluctuation. He slowly exhaled a string of bubbles, turned to Karen, and nodded slightly.
"Well done, Karen." His voice was still concise, but the weight of his approval was clearly felt. "Now, stick with me. The real exploration is just beginning."