It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 95 Good Night
Countless long spears completely pinned the basilisk to death in the lounge.

Black blood flowed everywhere, Harry, Ron, Neville, and Fox, who was left aside in the end, all looked extremely embarrassed.

After killing the basilisk, Sherlock could clearly feel it.That omnipotent power is fading away.

A sense of powerlessness from the depths of his soul made his legs go limp, and he almost fell to the ground. In the end, Harry realized that his state was wrong, and ran over to help him up.

At this time, the huge movement in the Gryffindor lounge finally attracted Professor McGonagall and a group of people.

They crawled into the lounge, looking at the mess in front of them in shock.

"What's going on here?" Professor McGonagall asked in disbelief.

Supported by Harry, Sherlock collapsed powerlessly on the bloody sofa, and said in an extremely weak voice.

"Don't worry about that for now, just get the students back on the train. Also, do you have anything to eat? Even Hagrid's rock cakes will do, I'm so hungry now!"

Professor McGonagall did not let Sherlock lie in this filth.

Together, she and Snape carried him to the Hogwarts school hospital, while Flitwick and Harry carried Ron, who had passed out, to the school hospital. Sword in hand, Neville limping.

Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, did not leave Hogwarts Castle. She stayed here after sending the petrified students to St. Mungo's Hospital.

She helped examine Sherlock's injuries.

"He didn't suffer any serious injuries. Except for some internal organs bleeding, it's just that the physical exertion is too much, and he needs to eat something that can replenish energy."

She took out a large piece of chocolate from her drawer. This high-calorie food can help Sherlock recover quickly. At the same time, she left a bottle of potion for him to let Professor McGonagall supervise him to drink it.

After Madam Pomfrey checked Sherlock, she went to look after Harry and his three children.

Judging from the injuries they received, they were much more serious than Sherlock's injuries.

Professor McGonagall stared at Sherlock and drank the bottle of potion, then asked with a frown.

"What the hell happened?"

Sherlock ate up the large piece of chocolate that Madam Pomfrey left him in three or two bites. Eating too much of it would make him feel sweet and greasy, but now he only feels satisfied.

"We were deceived. The descendants of Slytherin kidnapped Neville and did not stay in the Chamber of Secrets. Instead, they went back to the Gryffindor common room and waited for Harry to come back. Then the three children and I worked together to kill him and the snake. Blame solved."

The content of Sherlock's retelling was very brief, but Professor McGonagall knew that the development of the matter was far more dangerous than what he said.

She saw Sherlock's tiredness, so she didn't continue to disturb his rest here, but before leaving, Sherlock pulled her up and called her to stop.

"Save the corpse of the basilisk for me. If Snape wants to leave, don't give it to him. Tell him that we killed it with all our might. If he wants it, he must buy it with real money."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help laughing seeing Sherlock's stingy look.

"I feel that you have become a little different from before, Sherlock."

She was too lazy to pretend now, and Sherlock, who had completely returned to his nature, said weakly.

"I really felt like I was going to die just now, but now that I'm alive again, I don't think there's anything I can't figure out."

Professor McGonagall's smile was extremely gentle, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.

"This is a good thing. After experiencing life and death, people will always want to understand something."

"Probably." Sherlock murmured weakly, "I'm going to sleep, Professor McGonagall, good night."

Professor McGonagall helped him pull up the curtains in the ward, covering the newly rising sun outside.

"Good night."

The students boarded the Hogwarts Express early in the morning, but the train stopped in front of the station and did not run, but was waiting for news from Hogwarts.

Soon, Professor Flitwick came to the train in a hurry and told the guard here, Professor Sprout, that the descendant of Slytherin had been captured, the monster had been killed, and the crisis in the castle was resolved.

In the carriage, all the students were jubilant. They yelled and ran off the train excitedly. Some even forgot to take their luggage.

They returned to the castle. At this time, the Gryffindor common room had not been restored to its original state. Many people saw the basilisk nailed to death by countless spears.

Snape, who was left behind to deal with the follow-up, was frowning at the corpse of the basilisk.

His curse can't be lifted, the magic on these spears.

Even though his main identity was a master of potions, he was able to create such powerful black magic as Shenfeng Wuying when he was a student. Snape's attainments in spells and transfiguration were not low at all.

He could naturally see that the spears that crucified the basilisk were deformed from fragments of desks and chairs, but it was too much for him not to be able to cancel the transformation.

The spell that deformed these fragments seemed to be too powerful. Snape felt that the magic attached to it would not lose its effect even after thousands of years.

These spears will no longer change back to their original wood splinter form.

Snape researched for a long time and only came to this conclusion. In the end, he had no choice. Since he couldn't change the spears back, he simply broke them, dragged the body of the basilisk out with magic, and temporarily threw it into the peach gold Mother's bathroom.

Among Harry, Ron and Neville, Harry and Ron suffered the least injuries. They only stayed in the school hospital for one morning before they came out.

Neville was not so lucky. He had absorbed a lot of energy from Tom, and he needed to be recuperated for a period of time under Madam Pomfrey's care before he could fully recover.

As soon as Harry and Ron came out of the school hospital, they were surrounded by students.

Professor McGonagall did not order them not to tell what happened today.

So, just one noon passed, the whole school knew what happened in the Gryffindor common room.

Dumbledore came back in the evening.

When he returned to the castle, Sherlock had already woken up. A celebratory banquet was being prepared in the castle tonight, and before the banquet started, Sherlock came to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock who walked in without hesitation stretching and yawning, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"I feel that less than a day has passed, and you have become a little different from before."

Sherlock slumped on the chair lazily.

"I almost died today, Professor."

(End of this chapter)