Hogwarts lazy snake

At this moment, in the slightly dim corridor of the castle, Ron, Hermione and Neville cast tense shadows on the wall.

They finally got rid of Filch's patrolling shadow and trotted to the door of the women's bathroom on the second floor.

The door was half-open. It seemed like an ordinary door before, but now it seemed like an eye peeping in the darkness, emitting an indescribable weirdness.

They walked carefully into the bathroom, but found it empty, with no sign of Harry.

Hermione frowned, her eyes full of concentration, and she whispered, "It's here. I can feel Harry's breath disappearing here." Her eyes were like a sharp falcon, searching for any clues in the surrounding environment.

Neville, holding the Marauder's Map, showed a trace of hesitation and uneasiness on his face. He looked at Ron beside him, his lips trembling slightly, and he said with some difficulty: "Um, Ron... I seem to see Ginny appear here as well."

His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being heard by something.

"Squeak~"

A faint sound suddenly rang out in the silence, like something unknown moving quietly in the darkness.

Hermione immediately became alert, her already tense nerves became even more tense, and she hurriedly reminded Ron and Neville who were still discussing whether Ginny was really here: "It seems like there is something around."

Neville and Ron stopped talking immediately. They could clearly hear their heartbeats speeding up, as if they were about to jump out of their throats.

The two men quickly closed their eyes vigilantly and frantically searched for weapons in their pockets or backpacks.

They pricked up their ears, trying to determine the location of the unknown object through the increasingly clear sound.

At this moment, they were filled with regret for not reporting this dangerous situation to the professor.

This tense and exciting atmosphere is like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. If they make the slightest mistake, they might fall into an irretrievable situation and go straight to see Merlin.

Horn had previously deduced that they must not make eye contact with the mysterious monster, so they can only adopt this passive defense method to deal with it.

In the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, Dumbledore was concentrating on marking documents. The rustling sound of his quill moving across the parchment echoed softly in the quiet room, like a breeze in the quiet night sky.

Suddenly, as if he realized something, he stopped moving his hands and slowly raised his head.

His deep and wise gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles. He looked straight into the distance, through the wall, and saw the suffocatingly tense and dangerous situation in the bathroom.

Then his eyes fell on Fox, who was combing his golden and red feathers, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

As the animal-crawling sounds became clearer and closer, it felt like the cold footsteps of death were slowly approaching, and every step weighed on their hearts.

Fine beads of sweat continued to appear on the foreheads of the three people. Those beads of sweat slid down their cheeks and fell to the ground drop by drop, making a slight sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet environment.

Ron's left arm glowed faintly under his clothes, and the light shone through the fabric, as if there was some strange light surrounding it.

At the same time, accompanied by the slight sound of gears turning, his alchemical arm was slowly accumulating strength, preparing to burst out with powerful force at the critical moment.

Hermione held the Colt pistol tightly in one hand. The cold metal texture made her feel a little reassured. In the other hand, she held the wand high, ready to cast magic at any time.

Her eyes were firm and nervous, ready to deal with unknown dangers.

Neville was not to be outdone. He took out a short iron rod and held it in his hand. The short iron rod flashed coldly in the dim light, as if telling of its toughness.

In his other hand, he held the Colt, and his hand was shaking slightly, and the trembling revealed the nervousness deep inside him.

Just when they were fully focused on preparing to deal with the unknown, the accident suddenly struck like a nightmare.

Hermione slipped and fell heavily to the ground. She couldn't help but screamed in pain: "Ah!"

The sound echoed in the quiet bathroom, which was frightening.

Ron was anxious when he heard Hermione's voice, and asked anxiously, "Hermione, how are you?"

He opened his eyes in desperation and looked towards the source of the sound.

This one glance made him see a horrifying scene.

Hermione was sitting on the ground in the same position as she had fallen, with a look of pain on her face.

Ron subconsciously wanted to look up and check the surrounding situation, but Horn's warning flashed through his mind in an instant.

He realized that if he did that, he would be staring into the eyes of the monster just like Hermione.

However, he quickly realized that although the situation where he and Hermione were face to face was dangerous, at least they were not facing a monster directly.

He felt relieved, but this relief did not last long.

When he looked at the mirror in front of him, a huge head suddenly appeared in the mirror. The pair of scarlet vertical pupils were like flames from the depths of hell, burning with the breath of death.

Ron only had time to feel a fear that penetrated deep into his bones, and before he could even form his final consciousness, he was ruthlessly swallowed up by the horrific scene.

After Neville heard Hermione and Ron's shouts, the surroundings suddenly fell into deathly silence.

This silence was more terrifying than the previous sound, like an invisible hand tightly grasping his heart.

He was so scared that his whole body was shaking, beads of sweat the size of beans kept coming out of his forehead, instantly covering his entire face.

His lips trembled, and he kept calling Ron and Hermione's names in a crying voice: "Ron! Hermione! Where are you?"

The voice echoed in the empty bathroom, and every echo carried a hint of despair. However, the only response he got was endless silence.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong and disgusting stench coming towards him. The smell was like a mixture of a rotting corpse and pungent venom, rushing straight to his head.

Neville couldn't help but dry heave, his stomach felt like it was churning.

But his hands did not slow down. Driven by fear and instinct, he raised his hand and fired a shot forward. "Bang!"

The gunshots were exceptionally loud in the narrow space, making his ears buzz. For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world was filled with only the deafening sound of gunshots.

"roar~"

The basilisk let out a roar, and its scarlet vertical pupils on its huge head stared at Neville, its eyes full of anger.

It looked at the "little bug" in front of it that dared to attack it with a strange thing. Although the attack was like being pricked by a small nail, it was a matter of dignity for it.

Neville felt the fishy wind blowing his face like the hand of a devil. His face was folded again and again, and some sticky liquid splashed on his face.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and the "boom, boom, boom" sound kept echoing in his ears. He could almost hear every heartbeat clearly.

"Wow~"

At this critical moment, Neville heard a familiar voice, and then he felt the warmth of fire around him.

That temperature was like a ray of light in the darkness, rekindling a glimmer of hope in his heart that had been plunged into despair.

"It's Fox!"

Neville shouted excitedly, he knew that they might be saved.

The flames grew hotter and hotter, and Fox's golden and red figure loomed in the darkness. He pounced on the basilisk like a burning arrow.