Glory To Slytherin

When the Basilisk started the gravel rain for the first time, everyone in the auditorium noticed the slight vibration of the ground.

Professor Snape sent the Slytherin students back to the common room, while Ulysses was left.

Dumbledore glanced at the situation outside the auditorium and walked upstairs.

Standing high and looking far away.

Professor Snape and Ulysses followed him, while the other professors returned to their lounges. I don’t know if the students have been shaken by the situation in the auditorium tonight. They need to go back and check.

As for the movement outside the auditorium, they didn't care too much, anyway, with Dumbledore, the sky couldn't fall.

When he saw the situation outside the castle clearly, Professor Snape's eyes shrank, and he watched Harry and the three rolling around under the chase of the basilisk, in a panic.

He turned his head, but saw Dumbledore's expressionless face and his eyes calm.

"Principal, are we just watching?"

Professor Snape's tone was a little more eager and dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, Severus."

Dumbledore said with a faint smile, his eyes always staring down.

Professor Snape saw Harry dodge the basilisk's huge fangs dangerously and dangerously, and pulled out his wand:

"He will die."

"I'm staring."

Dumbledore said softly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, shook it imaginarily, and the basilisk's tail was firmly nailed in place, unable to move.

Ulysses was lost in thought as he listened to the brief conversation between the two.

Did Dumbledore still insist on developing Harry's courage?

According to Ulysses, Dumbledore's approach in the original book is to make Harry understand one thing: if you don't have the ability to fight, you must have the consciousness of going to death.

To be honest, a bit cruel.

At least Ulysses can't accept that own destiny is arbitrarily manipulated by others, even if that person is Dumbledore, even if his starting point is for the overall situation and justice.

only……

The illusion in the secret room passed Ulysses's mind, and his face was covered with a haze.

"what?"

Dumbledore suddenly let out a soft doubtful sound, and stared at the head of the basilisk.

Harry on the grass looked at the big red bird on his shoulder with a blank expression.

Phoenix Fox's dark eyes seemed to flow through helplessness, he lowered his head, and aimed his long golden beak at the package at Harry's feet.

With hindsight, Harry picked up the tattered package and opened it to see that the dirty brim of the sorting hat was caught in his hand.

Greasy.

Harry couldn't bother to complain for a while, he was puzzled:

"Why is this stuff here? What's the use?"

Ron on the other side held his breath and faced the basilisk's huge mouth just now. The stench made his eyebrows twisted, like swallowing a smelly dead mouse.

Seeing the body of the basilisk struggling frantically, but still unable to reach him, Ron quickly backed away, raised his wand for a moment, and then put it down, really not daring to risk using a broken wand to cast spells.

He looked around, holding a big rock in his hands, and smashing it towards the basilisk's huge mouth.

Although the basilisk was nailed to the spot, his physical fitness was not affected at all. When it bite hard, the stones collapsed into rubble in the sky.

Then, with a flick of its head, the rubble was drawn to fly around, very fast.

Ron was so scared that his scalp was numb, and he lay flat on the spot, holding his head in his hands, listening to the roar of the rocks above his head, wishing to slap himself.

Harry saw a piece of gravel flying towards him, and subconsciously raised the Sorting Hat in his hand to block it in front. Amid the screams of the Sorting Hat, the top of the hat was directly dented by the stone.

Fox flew away from Harry's shoulders and circled the basilisk's head. The basilisk rushed towards Phoenix angrily, revealing half-broken fangs in his mouth.

Fox swooped down suddenly and plunged the long golden beak into the basilisk's head. Suddenly, a stream of black blood splashed on the ground, like a shower, and the surrounding grass withered instantly.

"Good job, big bird!"

Harry's eyes lit up, and he saw the hope of defeating and even killing the basilisk.

He looked around, trying to find a handy weapon, but found nothing. He cast his gaze on the sorting hat in his hand and murmured:

"No matter why you are here...help me..."

The sorting cap seemed to be smashed and fainted, and no voice answered him. However, the hat became tighter and tighter, as if an invisible hand was desperately gripping it.

Cang Dang! A hard and heavy object hit Harry's foot, causing his features to shrink together in an instant. He was so painful that his tears were almost streaming out, but when he looked down, he found a shiny silver sword in his hat, and the hilt of the dazzling ruby ​​studded with an egg was held on his right foot.

Overjoyed, Harry threw the Sorting Hat aside and raised the silver sword in both hands.

Hermione was circling in the distance, constantly trying to interfere with the basilisk's actions with small spells, but the basilisk allowed her attack to fall on her body and ignored it.

Ron got up from the ground, picked up his wand, looked at the basilisk close at hand, looked at the wand painfully, and screamed:

"Come on! Grin!"

He yelled a curse indiscriminately, and...like throwing a grenade, he threw the wand into the basilisk's mouth.

At the moment Ron cast the spell, an abnormal light lit up on the surface of the wand, and the broken part of the wand swelled even more. The moment it fell into the basilisk's mouth, the magic wand exploded, and a massive explosion blasted the basilisk's mouth with blood.

"Successful!"

Ron waved his fist, half distressed and half delighted.

When his wand was smashed on the beating willow in a flying car at the beginning of school, it was severely damaged, and there was a risk of backlash and explosion if he cast a spell casually.

And the life of the Weasley family was in a tight situation and he didn't dare to ask his family for money to buy a new magic wand, so Ron had a very painful time in class these months.

Unexpectedly, the broken wand could come in handy at this moment.

The severe pain caused the basilisk's head to bump into the ground.

Harry watched with enthusiasm, and the scene of Ulysses rushing towards the basilisk in the auditorium emerged uncontrollably in Harry's mind.

Suddenly, a strong impulse echoed in Harry's chest. He held a silver sword in both hands and stared at the basilisk firmly, and then launched an unstoppable charge!

Ron's excited expression solidified on his face, and Hermione's mouth grew in surprise.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Harry shouted and ran all the way, raised the silver sword horizontally, and rushed directly to the side of the basilisk. The sharp silver sword slashed directly at the basilisk’s painful open mouth. The fragile soft flesh was cut open on the spot, and blood splashed. .

Harry cast his momentum, dragging the silver sword horizontally to cut the basilisk's huge mouth, cutting it all the way to the neck, only to feel the resistance of the tough skin.

The severe pain caused the basilisk's body to twitch like crazy, and he drew heavily on Harry's chest beside him. The huge impact caused Harry to spray blood from his mouth and fly backwards.

Harry felt a few broken bones in his chest, but at this moment he didn't seem to feel the pain, grabbed the silver sword and rushed to the other side of the basilisk, following the same method, cutting the basilisk into a shocking gap.

After he was flew out again, he felt that the force on his body had been much smaller. He fell heavily to the ground, but struggling to raise his head, watching the basilisk's movements become smaller and smaller, and the huge head with a hideous wound gradually fell weakly on the ground, dying.

'Won. ’

Harry thought feebly, and the tide of pain overwhelmed him, his eyes went dark and he fainted.

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