Ron's breathing gradually became stronger and stronger, and the feeling of being held as lightly as a handful of paper ash disappeared. His weight gradually returned, and his face began to turn rosy...
Come to life!
Ted sat on the ground, ignoring the gravel and dust on the ground, and let out a sigh of relief. Then he frowned slightly and thought - is there something wrong with what he has been doing?
Going back and forth like this, when an accident occurs, I feel just as helpless.
What if you are brave and choose to advance by leaps and bounds, and compare your improvement speed with accidents and changes, which one is faster?
But now is not the time to think about this, and this issue cannot be decided in a few minutes.
Look at the present first.
Neville has taken out a sword from the chattering Sorting Hat!
This sword has a golden frame and a crystal-clear snow-white body, with a faint cold light flowing on it.
The blade of the sword is engraved with complex and mysterious ancient magic words near the hilt, which should be the name or emblem of Gryffindor.
The hilt of the sword is engraved with a lion's head holding a ruby in its mouth. It is majestic and majestic...
This is the Sword of Gryffindor!
"Ahem, cough, cough~ be gentle, you young people, why are you so rude? How can I, an old man of my age, withstand such hard work from you?" The Sorting Hat complained at the side that Neville's hand reached out to him. There is nothing gentle inside.
"Neville, give me the sword," Ted said.
Neville turned the sword around, handed the hilt to Ted, and asked, "What's going on? Why did a sword get out of the Sorting Hat?" He touched his head, which had almost been smashed just now. Blood!
Ted looked at the sword in his hand and said, "This should be Gryffindor's sword."
"Gryffindor's sword? Really?!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.
Ted nodded and walked towards the basilisk with his sword in hand.
This thing is not dead yet, can you believe it?
In terms of vitality, it is really unimaginable.
Even though most of the flesh and blood on his body had been corrupted by Chicken Brother's screams, it dripped all over the floor. Ted's divine blade cut away more than a dozen bloody gashes, and the dirty blood almost painted an abstract painting in the underground space. He was also blown up by Ron's rebellious wand, but he was still not completely dead, still twitching and panting...
Ted stood in front of the basilisk. The bloody and broken head was about the same height as Ted.
"Neville."
"Um?"
"Tell it it's enough and it can rest."
Neville was silent for a moment, feeling a certain sadness - this was a basilisk raised by Slytherin, a basilisk that had lived in Hogwarts for thousands of years. Although it had done wrong things, it was because of Voldemort's control. .
Now, it is finally going to die, just like its owner who silently left the school thousands of years ago and has never been heard from again...
Neville opened his mouth and let out a Parselmouth like a snake: "Enough, enough. You have completed the task given to you by the master. Now you are too tired, go to sleep, go to sleep. There is no need to do it anymore." Fighting..."
Parseltongue carries a certain unspeakable desolation in the empty and silent underground.
The basilisk, which was still struggling to breathe and refused to die, finally began to calm down. It can finally rest...
Ted raised the Gryffindor sword with both hands, aimed at the position between the basilisk's eyes, and stabbed it hard.
The basilisk's scaly skin, which was so tough that ordinary swords could not damage it, was like a piece of paper pierced by the sword. The sword pierced the basilisk's brain directly, taking away its life in an instant without pain.
Perhaps only the sword left by Gryffindor can take away the basilisk left by Slytherin so easily.
After thousands of years of entanglement, the parties involved are gone, and now the traces they left have begun to disappear.
Pulling out the sword, a wisp of dark red blood dripped down the sword and fell to the ground, with not the last trace left on the sword.
At this moment, Senior Tom's voice suddenly sounded!
"Ha! Haha! Hahahaha! I understand, I understand, I understand, I understand why! So that's it... Haha, hahahaha~"
He now only has his upper body, which is still translucent and floating in mid-air. He can only make sounds and can no longer make waves.
Ansu landed next to the diary with a roar, grabbed it, flew to Ted, and dropped it.
It seems that the promotion card has some side effects. Ansu is losing hair seriously now. Hope it can still grow.
The diary fell to Ted's feet, and Tom was still laughing.
"Smile, laugh, laugh your ass off!" Ted shouted.
Senior Tom still had that crazy smile: "Haha, I am immortal. I have already confirmed this. Don't even think about defeating me, because... haha, I won't tell you!"
"Fuck you!" Ted raised his hand and stabbed the diary with a sword, nailing the diary to the ground. A large amount of black ink overflowed from the diary.
"Ah~~~" Senior Tom let out the most miserable cry since he was born, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated.
"Ding~ Kill the thousand-year-old basilisk and get..."
"Ding~ Destroy Voldemort's Horcrux Diary and obtain..."
"Ding~Complete the mission [Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets (Red)], reward..."
Ted pretended to be possessed and investigated, and put away the cards that were revealed.
I didn’t have time to see it, but the colors were very bright!
Ted's gestures were like Senior Tom's, and the friends didn't even react: We won, right?
Brother Ji and Ansu were confronting Phoenix Fox on the side: What kind of film are you in? Give your name!
Fox made a beautiful cry: "Gu Gu Gu~"
Ted:? ? ? Is there something wrong with this movement?
Back then, I wished I could burst into ashes! When your life is up, can I share a pinch of ashes?
The Sorting Hat also became happy: "Haha, you did a good job, boys! A hearty victory does not mean that you have insulted the sword of Gryffindor~"
As he spoke, it began to sing uncontrollably.
Ted's guess at the beginning of school might be right. This old hater has nothing to do all year long, so he just thinks about singing. But it sounds really ugly!
Jerry held up Ron's head with his hands to prevent him from having nowhere to rest his head, and complained to the Sorting Hat: "Can you take a break? Or let us take a break? Listening to you singing feels like fighting two basilisks!" "
The Sorting Hat was very dissatisfied with the young people who didn't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young: "You guys have such bad taste. Gryffindor liked to hear me sing the most back then!"
Everyone: Then he hasn’t eaten any good pork? !
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The way back is much harder than the way down.
After all, it was downhill to go down, but now we have to climb up.
What's more, after a fierce battle, the friends were depleted of magic power and exhausted. Although they drank Ted's magic replenishing potion and ate some magic bread, they could not recover so quickly.
Moreover, there were two more unconscious injured persons, Ron and Malfoy.
Fortunately, Chicken Brother and Fox can bring people with them, so they don't have to stay here waiting for help.
As for Ansu, a raven with no feathers is not as good as a chicken brother.
Ted and the others had to pick up Professor Lockhart on the way. Now he has changed his mind and turned around again.
He can't even walk anymore, and he's not honest when tied to the chicken brother's back. He always pulls the hair, which makes the chicken brother anxious and just pecks him, making him cry. Then Harley, who was already worried, knocked him out with a knife.
Sure enough, the sleeping Lockhart is the best Lockhart.
On the ground, before everyone could reach the school hospital, Professor McGonagall, Snape and Professor Flitwick had already arrived.
Let me give you a brief explanation first. The top priority is to treat the injured as soon as possible.
Malfoy's vitality was seriously lost, and if he didn't remedy it quickly, he might have sequelae in the future.
Although Ron was fine, his vitality was damaged by the poisoning and he couldn't wake up for a while, so he was hospitalized for observation after being fed the potion.
Professor Lockhart is a big problem. This is a school, not a kindergarten.
Such a big baby is really tricky.
Professor McGonagall already roughly knew what happened from Ted's words.
Now is not the time to teach these daring students a lesson, now is the time to contact Dumbledore.
"Professor, you can definitely contact the principal. Let him come back and take charge of the overall situation! It's best to contact the newspapers and media. We can't always be passively beaten. We have to regain the position of public opinion!"
Professor McGonagall looked at Ted sideways: "You just stay here and look after these three patients. You are not allowed to go anywhere! I will contact the principal, so don't worry!"
Ted was left to care for the sick while Professor McGonagall contacted Dumbledore, the Weasleys, and Lucius Malfoy.
This kind of thing must be notified to the parents of the injured students.
In ancient times, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty killed a white snake to revolt, but today, Little Ted kills a snake monster to vent his anger!
Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall stand! Suddenly, a madman sharpens his knife at night, and the emperor's star flutters high!
(End of chapter)
