The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 91 Killing

The resentful mouse suddenly felt something moving.Something was crawling rustlingly, vibrating the tips of every hair on it, making it want to run away like crazy, or freeze in the corner, pretending to be dead - even though it was really dead, the fear in its instinct was still there. Follow it like a gangrene on the bone.

"Squeak!" it cried, its voice drowned in the sobs echoing in the tunnel. "Squeak!"

Rustling... That thing is getting closer... It left its dormant place and crawled on the ground, bypassing tall stone pillars carved with giant snakes, stretching its somewhat stiff body...

"Squeak!" The mouse couldn't stand it anymore. It ran towards the tunnel in fear, leaving behind the man in the big scarf who closed his eyes and begged for something.It ran nimbly against the wall, following the guidance of its summoner's rope.Without the restraints of the body, it ran very fast...it knew where there was a hole...

Suddenly it crashed into a hand.

Anthony asked: "The basilisk came out?"

When he was halfway there, the anxiety and fear from the wraith rat suddenly gripped him.It was almost like eight hundred alarm bells ringing in his mind at the same time, and like the world suddenly falling silent.The rat's strong emotions broke through the distance limit of his sensing.

He immediately realized that something was wrong and decisively returned to the Room of Requirement, just in time to pick up the little mouse from the wall that was using magic crazily in his perception, like a small ball of running flames.

"Squeak," said the mouse, calmly letting him put it into his pocket.

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Rushing footsteps echoed in the long, dark corridor.Anthony hurried through the tunnel, blaming himself.

If it weren't for the fact that he had awakened the basilisk before...if he hadn't agreed to let Professor Quirrell help...he clearly felt that the aura of death on Professor Quirrell's body was getting heavier and heavier, and there was obviously something wrong with his body...Qirrell The professor helped him so much...

The closer he got to his previous position, the more he could feel the movement of a huge creature.The stone walls of the tunnel were shaking faintly, and the air was filled with a dangerous atmosphere. The bones of small animals that were once scattered like a river in the tunnel were slowly being separated, like water separated by a passing ship.

A figure lay limply on the ground.There was a dim light coming from the room behind him, and the large scarf tightly wrapped around his head cast a strange black shadow on the uneven ground.A giant green snake was hovering near him, spitting messages excitedly, its sharp and sharp teeth shining coldly...

This was a much larger basilisk than the snake he had seen before.

Anthony had no time to wonder why the basilisk had not swallowed the man before it.This man is not yet one of the corpses he can sense, so he is still alive.Thank God he's still alive.

The basilisk turned its head towards the direction Anthony was running from, its yellow eyes showing no emotion or anger.Anthony took a quick glance and closed his eyes - he didn't want to take any chances - and then realized that it was surprisingly long, with only half of its body sticking out, and most of its body still coiled in the huge room behind it.

"Professor Quirrell?" Anthony shouted.no respond.

Anthony took a deep breath and raised his hands as he ran.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the passage he ran through.The food remnants of the basilisk that he passed by and in front of him began to move, their bones colliding with each other making strange rattling sounds, and they rushed toward the basilisk in a mighty manner.

All kinds of small rodents, some missing half their skulls, some missing a few ribs, all rushed towards the basilisk that was glaring at them.

They pounced on the basilisk's head and body, peeling off its mysterious and bright scales, as if they wanted to bury the basilisk with their own corpses.The skeletons gnawed and bit, scratched and scratched, almost drowning the basilisk.

But the basilisk just shook its body irritably, trying to shake off these gadgets hanging from its body.It opened its mouth and swallowed the rushing wave of skeletons. Its thin and sharp fangs scratched the wall, making a frightening friction sound and leaving a deep mark.

The cutting spell can only make a sound like a knife cutting across a porcelain plate when it hits the basilisk. It is even difficult to tell whether the basilisk has noticed the "falling apart" sound of the curse.Anthony turned over his hand.The skeletons—now called bones instead of skeletons—climbed to the basilisk's eyes at his command, trying to block its view.A few skeletons that could barely discern the shape of a ferret tried to blind the basilisk, but its eyes were completely unaffected——

The basilisk slammed its head against the wall, and the shattered bones fell down together with the broken stones on the wall, but more bones came up——

In Anthony's perception, the bones covering the basilisk's body had already outlined a quite detailed image of the basilisk for him.He dodged the basilisk's head, and its fangs tore through the wizard's robe and made a gash on his arm.He shook his arm and tried to heal the wound, but the whole process was extremely slow——

Quirrell suddenly sobbed as he fell in the mud. "Are you awake, Professor Quirrell?" cried Anthony.no respond.He seems to still be in a coma——

He had to take Professor Quirrell out as soon as possible.

Anthony was a little impatient.

He controlled the injured arm to leave his body and threw it aside.The resentful little mouse crawled out of his pocket, trembling but quickly joining the steady stream of undead, pointing out the direction for Anthony——

So he pulled something out of the basilisk's body.The blob smelled bland and was a bit scattered.

The basilisk hit the ground with a thud.

It was difficult for Anthony to describe what it was. It struggled to return to his body, but Anthony didn't allow it... He wanted to find a place to store it, imprison it, and prevent it from escaping...

Instinctively, he stuffed the lump into his throat and swallowed.

It's not delicious, it's dry, it tastes like toilet paper - uh, what is toilet paper?

Even though it didn't taste good, he was still rarely satisfied.At least he was full.

When he was full, he wanted to stretch out.So he spread himself out - there was still some room in this thing with green scales, he used it to stretch his muscles - and lay down stretched - he felt cold all over his body, so comfortable - —

Then he suddenly found something next to him.He must have passed out because he thought it smelled like a poorly cooked two-for-one platter, but at least it had flavor... maybe...

"Professor An-Anthony?" The double platter's voice trembled, echoing in the tunnel and echoing in his ears.

Anthony...he remembered that was his name...

Anthony gradually came to his senses.He felt uncomfortable all over, missing an arm, and magic surged and roared in his body, like a river being stuffed into his veins...

He turned his head and saw that Professor Quirrell had woken up and was looking at him with wide eyes and the mountain of bone fragments beside him.

"It's great that you're okay, Professor Quirrell." Anthony smiled tremblingly, trying to suppress his restless necromancy. "You're lucky... I guess this basilisk doesn't like garlic..."

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　　It will probably be available next Monday!Get through the basilisk plot first orz
　　
　
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