Unlimited life

“Whoosh!”

There was movement behind Bert, scales moving the marble floor, making a terrifying noise.

The basilisk is coming!

Tom Riddle summoned it from the Chamber of Secrets through Parseltongue, just as he had done when he attacked the other students.

The basilisk appeared behind Bert through the pipes of Myrtle’s bathroom.

At that moment just now, Bert even suspected that someone was holding a knife against his back, and an inexplicable chill rose from his spine and quickly spread throughout his body.

The basilisk was staring at his back, opening a pool of blood and threatening to bite him to death at any moment.

Bert didn’t move or look back, the basilisk’s gaze was terrifyingly lethal, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to fight a dangerous basilisk, as a hunter, he had already built a cage for his prey.

“Kill him!” Tom hissed towards him, and without guessing, Bert probably knew the content, he looked at Tom coldly and mocked: “Do you think that with this big man, you can kill me?” ”

Bert took out a metal ball full of magic patterns from his pocket in vain, whispered a spell, slender five fingers with magic power, held the metal ball high, countless chains poured out of the metal ball, plunged into the hard earth ground and walls, and in a blink of an eye, silver chains crisscrossed and covered the entire corridor.

In an instant, Tom finally knew what the metal ball in the opponent’s hand was. Trap, the trap that the man had specially prepared for the basilisk.

“Do you foolishly think that I will come to you without any preparation?” Bert walked forward slowly, and all the chains automatically separated a passage.

This is the cage that Burt created!

The chains interspersed on the stone walls of the corridor, wrapped around the basilisk from all directions, the clanging metal sound, the silver chains were shrinking, gradually limiting the basilisk’s space of movement.

Tom Riddle’s mouth kept hissing, and the muscles on his face twisted viciously, looking angry.

Bert’s five fingers couldn’t help but grab a volley, all the iron chains were under his control, completely controlling the activity space of the basilisk, the chains wrapped around the basilisk constantly turned red, the chains were cast with a fire spell, and there was a faint burning smell in the air.

The basilisk struggled and made a lot of movement, but he could not get rid of the cage that Burt had specially made for him, and the chains clashed and made a clanging sound.

Soon, other professors will come over, and I’m sure they’re willing to help, slaughtering it to make teppanyaki snake meat, and I’m sure it tastes good! Bert approached Tom Riddle slowly. You have never left Ginny Weasley’s side, and now you still have not escaped the state of the spirit body, and you still need her body. ”

He believed that Voldemort could possess and control Ginnyway, but needed to pass through something.

Ginny Weasley’s body has some secrets, a medium between them, such as a worn-out note, right, Ginny said on the clutching book. Her gaze fell on the diary in Ginny’s hand, and the girl never left the book for a moment, clutching it closely.

“Disarm your weapons!” Using the Disarming Charm, the diary flew out of the girl’s hand, streaked a perfect arc, and fell to the ground between him and Tom.

Tom’s face involuntarily tensed, and it could be seen from the expression on his face that his guess was not wrong, ruining the diary, Tom Riddle would disappear, and Ginny Weasley would be saved.

“Crush your bones!”

Bert roared, he almost mobilized most of the magic power of his body, and used the strongest smashing spell on the diary, the moment the pale light hit the notebook, it burst out with a strong light, and the marble corridor slab was hard and dented, but the diary was still built, undamaged!

“What’s going on?” Burt stared at the strange diary and couldn’t help but frown.

Obviously, the diary is protected by powerful magic, and ordinary spells cannot penetrate the defenses of magic and destroy the diary.

Is it really just an ordinary black magic prop?

Bert couldn’t help but frown, if Dumbledore was here, he might know something, and his spell might have the defensive magic to destroy the diary and destroy it completely!

“It’s useless, ordinary spells can’t help it.” Tom Riddle laughed viciously in vain, “Now, please die!” ”

Click!

The wall next to it actually collapsed a lot, the castle was also stabbed through a large hole, the basilisk stayed in the scattered chains, and rushed towards Bert, it opened its mouth wide, and spit out a terrible fishy smell, as if it wanted to swallow Bert in one bite.

Rumble!

Bert’s hand pulled down in vain, as if touching a certain string in the void, causing a series of changes, and the marble floor under his feet drilled out countless silver-white chains in vain, completely fixing the basilisk on the marble.

The basilisk struggled fiercely, the ground under his feet shook violently, and the entire corridor trembled.

“Solve it as soon as possible, so that others don’t come and cause trouble!” Bert volleyed, and a silver ring on his right hand disappeared in an instant, replaced by a knife, known as a snake-cutting weapon.

At this time, a slender tail swept out from the right side in vain. Bert dodged the attack and looked up to find a pair of scaryly large yellow eyes glaring at him.

How is this possible!

Bert couldn’t believe it, he found in vain that his head was blank, his body could not move, and his soul seemed to be sucked away, floating upwards…

His soul is roaring: No, I can’t die here yet!

Something unexpected happened, and Tom was shocked to find that the robes on Bert’s body burned in vain, and the silver-white light kept flickering in the flames.

At the deadliest moment, the defensive magic on the magic robe is triggered, and the silver light in the flames gradually forms a holy curtain of light, shrouding Bert in it. A moment later, the holy light curtain was dyed with a layer of black smoke, which became very turbid.

A magical light, shot out of the light curtain in vain, hit the basilisk’s eyes, it was a quick-eye curse, it hissed in pain, struggled desperately, and almost made a mess of the corridor.

“You’re not dead!” Tom Riddle couldn’t believe that someone could look at the basilisk without being killed.

“If I’m not dead, it deserves to die.” Bert waved the snake chopper in his hand, and the volley cut through an elegant arc, bringing up a piece of black blood, and a wound opened on the basilisk’s tail.

Bert said softly, “I can’t wait to taste the taste of roasted snake meat!” The silver chain, under his control, tore off the basilisk’s tail abruptly. _

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