days at Hogwarts

Chapter 187 Night Battle Basilisk

Seeing that Loren was still a little nervous, Flamel temporarily stopped observing Hogwarts Castle and diverted his attention: "Tell me about it, why do you infer that the basilisk is hiding on the third floor?"

Speaking of inferring the trace of the basilisk, Loren smiled slightly, thanks to Harry and the others' investigation of Lockhart: "Mr. Filch, the administrator of the castle, is checking whether any animals from the Forbidden Forest have slipped into the forest recently. Inside the castle, because every morning, there will always be some rat stumps and blood on the third floor."

"The most important thing is the reaction of the spiders in the castle. There are little wizards on every floor who witnessed the spiders moving out of the castle in groups, but the third floor did not. I think this is because the spiders on the third floor escaped first. This level."

Almost all the pressure in my heart came from Loren's brain supplement, and I gradually cleared up my thoughts, and gradually calmed down.

Feeling that Loren was in a state, Flamel felt relieved and then looked at the castle wall.

The walls and floors of Hogwarts have unique defenses, a combination of alchemy and ancient magic, capable of protecting against most spells, but not much against physical damage.

He observed the inner magic circle through the wall with great interest: "Did you know? Compared with defending against external enemies, the internal defense is more like preventing naughty little wizards from blowing up the castle."

"Haha, the castle does limit George and Fred's performance."

Walked all over the third floor, leaving only the last corner.They came to the end of the aisle, where little wizards would normally pass by, it was empty, except for a puddle of water on the floor.It could be the rain blowing in from the window, or it could be the tap water from the nearby bathroom.

Loren shook off his complicated thoughts and let out a long breath: "Come and see if Mr. Basilisk is at home?"

He raised his right hand in front of his eyes, tapped his index finger on the center of his brow, and suddenly a crystal blue light burst out from his eyes.

All the things in the field of vision faded away, leaving outlines of different shades, ignoring the light of the castle's defense circle, the stone wall became transparent, revealing the buried pipes, and the pipes revealed the hollow interior.

Inside the hollow pipe, a huge monster seemed to be aware of the unusual sight, slowly raised its terrifying snake head, and looked at him through many barriers.

The basilisk scale armor has a black and green thick magic luster. There is no doubt that it must be thicker than the giant monster's stone skin, with stronger defense and more difficult for spells to penetrate.

The yellow snake pupil exudes a terrifying indifference, exuding a dangerous breath.

Filch has finished his last patrol, so don't worry about anyone passing here.

Loren raised his wand towards the position of the basilisk, and the invisible magic power spread along the tip of the wand, acting on the wizard's thoughts on tangible substances.

Under the influence of the transformation technique, the cast iron pipe began to soften and twist, like soft plant vines, and began to wrap around the basilisk, trying to restrain it.

"Hiss!" The basilisk roared with its huge mouth open, its huge body struggled desperately, trying to get out of the pipe, pass through the vent on the ceiling, and land on the corridor floor.

Driven by the muscles of the snake's body, the hard green scales easily crushed the cast iron pipe into countless pieces. The huge body fell on the corridor, but it was extremely soft and did not make any sound.

Countless debris fell on the corridor, and rust and muck piled up into small mounds.In the ancient and mysterious magic castle, a basilisk as huge as a mountain parked in front of the boy, and the monster's exhaled breath formed a strong wind in the corridor.

Loren held the Sorcerer's Stone in the palm of his left hand, and aroused the surging magic power contained in the Sorcerer's Stone. The majestic power instantly flowed through his body, and the crystal blue light in his eyes became brighter.

Flamel watched this scene deeply, with deep and far-sighted eyes, and for a moment he seemed to see another person through Loren.The person who is struggling to find the truth of death in the blood and vomit of the plague.

Even Loren didn't realize it. Compared with the summer vacation, he has gradually mastered the power of the Philosopher's Stone.This is his growth, and it is also the choice of the Sorcerer's Stone...

Although he felt that looking at the basilisk wouldn't hurt him, Loren didn't try. He half-lidded his eyelids to avoid the sight of the basilisk, letting the foul-smelling air flow blow his curly black hair endlessly.

The muscles of the basilisk squirmed, the earth and rocks fell and splashed dust, and all the tiny food became extremely clear.Most importantly, Loren felt that he was calmer than ever.The full magic power brought a sense of omnipotent control. Loren felt that if he activated the Shadowless Curse with all his strength now, he could lift the hard scales on the surface and cut the basilisk in half.

He came today to test the eyesight of the basilisk, not to kill.Loren recalled the transfiguration technique Dumbledore used in the Chamber of Secrets and waved his wand.

The magic of Transfiguration hung over all the rubble, muck, rust, and pipe shards ahead.

Crushed stones turned into gray-striped pit vipers; muck mixed with rust turned into red-striped boas; pipe fragments turned into the largest sheet-striped giant anacondas.

All kinds of snakes all over the place charged towards the basilisk desperately, climbed up the body of the basilisk along all the places that could be touched and borrowed strength, and got into its scales, hindering any action of the basilisk.Then it was pressed back to its original form by a huge force, turning into gravel and dregs.Under the effect of the Transformation Technique, the gravel and dirt condensed into lumps and attached to the body of the basilisk, hindering its movement.

The basilisk became unable to move forward under endless consumption and dragging, struggling more and more slowly.More and more gravel and dirt accumulated on his body, and his body became heavier and heavier.Before it was completely buried by the muck, it seemed to be enraged suddenly. It twisted its body with all its strength to shake off a pile of dust, almost struggling to get out.

But in return, more snakes charged successively, and then turned into heavy obstacles on the basilisk.

As Flammel deduced, the basilisk is in the recovery period of just waking up. It hides in the plumbing system of Hogwarts Castle and accumulates physical strength by hunting rats.It will take at least a few years to fully recover.

The basilisk struggled hard several times, and finally fell silent.The dregs on his body had already condensed into a complete piece. From a distance, it looked like a wild snake falling into the cement, unable to move after pouring.

Loren overturned the storage box, and the water that filled the storage space poured out instantly, turning into small transparent snakes scrambling to get into the mouth and nose of the basilisk.

Potion of Living Hell—Teaching content of sixth grade potions class.

Powerful sleeping pills, also known as life and death water, can make the user sleepy as if dead.It's just a sixth grader's practice work, the quality is uneven, and there may be other surprise features.

Generally, it would be disposed of by Snape as garbage, and it would be perfect for dealing with basilisks, so Loren begged for it.

A laziness and drowsiness enveloped the basilisk, making it no longer want to use any more force, and it didn't even care about the annoying little wizard in front of it.

Most of its memories are in deep sleep, it doesn't have much combat experience, and it doesn't have any violent desire to kill.When I followed Slytherin thousands of years ago, I spent most of my time doing research, or being studied, eating, drinking, and sleeping.

After that, it was a long sleep. When it woke up last time, the original old master was nowhere to be found, and a young wizard gave it orders in Parseltongue.The brain of the basilisk does not support any superfluous ideas, it can only follow the instinct and listen to the instructions of the Parseltongue.

And then, another deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but another little wizard woke it up with Parseltongue. This little wizard had a familiar smell from 50 years ago.The basilisk doesn't have much thought, just follow orders.

It's just that my stomach is empty and I'm so hungry. The mouse spiders in the pipes can't get enough to eat.It can't go to the nearby forest to look for food, so it can only accumulate strength by eating mice bit by bit.

I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep again.

The basilisk slowly fell into a deep sleep, and soon the basilisk stopped struggling and lay down on the ground, its body covered by thick and agglomerated earth and rocks, motionless.The all-black eye film was pulled down to cover half of the snake's pupils.

Flamel floated above the basilisk, circling the snake's head: "Let me just say, the basilisk that has just woken up from a deep sleep and has not fully recovered does not have half the power of its heyday. Any Hogwarts Professors can easily deal with it when they come.”

Having said that, Flamel also understands that this battle is not as simple as it appears.

Controlling the Sorcerer's Stone to repeatedly perform transfiguration, switching between various snakes and muck, requires majestic magic power and a strong soul.There is also the Hell Potion that does not cost money, and the basilisk itself is exhausted. All of the above are factors for the victory of this battle.

"At least Lockhart certainly can't, and Professor Trelawney in Divination class."

Loren teased the two professors, took a few steps forward tentatively, and stepped forward after confirming that the basilisk did not respond, stepping on the scales and earth and stones of the basilisk to the snake pupil.

The basilisk lost consciousness as if it had been anesthetized by anesthesia, and the membrane on the snake's pupils was half-opened and half-closed.Loren skillfully took out the extinguisher, drew the eyes of the basilisk, and shook it gently, distinguishing the three-color magic threads of gray, yellow and miserable green, and separated the miserable green light group with lethal magic power.

Flamel observed this scene carefully, feeling very novel.

At the position of the fire core of the extinguisher, the miserable green light cluster just received and the original light cluster merged together without any barriers to form a larger light cluster.

Looking at this scene, Loren turned his head to look at Flamel and asked suddenly: "Can the magic light in the extinguisher be used against the enemy?"

Flamel didn't answer right away, but thought for a moment: "It shouldn't work. As you can see, there are three colors of magic threads in the eyes of the basilisk, the gray that represents petrification, the yellow that represents the carrier, and the one that represents death." Green. The carrier is indispensable, it represents the most essential function of the snake pupil, carrying both magic power and vision. The magic power in the extinguisher also needs a carrier to function."

"Can alchemy be refined?" Loren didn't give up.

If these magical powers can really be used, it will be like Gryffindor's sword, which can absorb other powers and characteristics and become a weapon that can grow continuously.

Flamel was very interested in this brand-new alchemy subject, he leaned close to the snake pupil, and stuck his whole head on it to observe.

After a while, Flamel said: "There is no way to use rune and magic circle for the time being. The best carrier is these eyes."

His fingers kept rubbing, and he was eager to try: "You don't even need a extinguisher. Take off the eyeballs of the basilisk and transform it with alchemy, and you can transform your magic power into magic with the characteristics of a basilisk."

"Not yet, Principal Dumbledore keeps it useful." Loren rejected the proposal that made his heart flutter.

Flammel was rather regretful: "The basilisk is full of materials, not just the eyes. When these scales are removed, each piece is stronger than the protective pendant you mentioned before."

Loren was even more moved, but neither the basilisk in front of him nor the snake slough in the Chamber of Secrets could be used, otherwise it would frighten Voldemort.

He sighed: "Let's talk about the magic power carrier. Is there any other way not to catch the basilisk's eyeballs?"

"Other magical pupils are also available, but the effect may be worse." Flamel said.

Other magical pupils... Loren nodded thoughtfully.

It took some energy to deal with the battlefield, but fortunately, there was no black magic like the God's Shadowless Curse throughout the battle, and all damage caused by physical collisions and transformations could be repaired.

Loren waved his wand, and the earth and rocks covering the basilisk's body loosened and fell off, loosening the shackles on the basilisk.The floating spell drove the basilisk's body, dangling back into the pipeline.

"[Restored as before]" Loren held the Philosopher's Stone and manipulated the restoration spell to cover the area.

It is different from the trivial changes of repairing tables, chairs and benches, repairing glasses, and repairing coins.After Loren finished chanting the spell, Hogwarts Castle, in the area of ​​the corridor on the third floor, pieces of cast iron fragments were separated from the dust and flew up to form pipes, and pieces of broken stones became neat stone walls again.

The invisible whirlwind rolled up the vortex, and the powder-like dust and rust spiraled upward along the vortex, melted into the walls and pipes, and disappeared.

This corridor was restored to its appearance not long ago, and even the water on the ground was the same.

Loren put away the box, turned around and smiled at Flamel: "Let's go, I want to learn about eye pupils and carriers tonight."

Footsteps stepping on the stagnant water, the sound of water splashing echoes with the sound of torrential rain outside the castle, bringing all the legendary stories that happened tonight into the wind and blowing them away in the dense fog of the night.

Not long after Loren left, the closed door of the bathroom not far away was pushed open, and an old man with a white beard in pajamas embroidered with cartoon stars and moon patterns came out with a cup.

Dumbledore complained in the direction of Loren's walk: "It's not good to have too sharp eyes. I am an old man over 100 years old, but I still hide. I don't know the heat coming out of the bathroom." Will the cocoa taste bad?"

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and took a sip of hot cocoa. It had no peculiar smell, was slightly hot, and the temperature was just right, so the old man showed a comfortable and carefree smile.

He waved his wand at the basilisk, turned and left muttering:
"After pouring so much water of life and death, what should I do if the basilisk falls into a long sleep again?"

"Haha, because the water of life and death fell into a deep sleep and needs to be awakened by others, it sounds like the story of Letitia Somnoren. Fortunately, the basilisk is not a princess, so I don't need to kiss..."

Letitia Somnoren was a dominatrix living in the Middle Ages.Jealous of the beauty of the local king's daughter, she smears a living hell potion on a spindle.She lures the young princess to touch the spindle and puts her in a long sleep.Thomnoren's plan didn't work out, though, as a sorcerer applied a stimulant to his lips, and kissed the princess to revive her.

(End of this chapter)