Hogwarts lazy snake

Harry frowned slightly when he heard what Ron said, his eyes still fixed on the basilisk that was staring at him hungrily. Beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead rolled down his cheeks, hitting the dusty ground and splashing tiny dots of mud.

"I don't think that big monster will let us go that easily?!"

Harry's voice was filled with urgency, and he subconsciously clenched the wand in his hand tighter, causing the wand to tremble slightly due to the force.

The basilisk seemed to understand their discussion. Its huge body twisted restlessly on the spot, and its thick tail lashed the stone pillar next to it fiercely. With a "crack", the stone pillar broke and collapsed, rubble flew everywhere, and a cloud of choking dust was raised.

The basilisk was like a raging black mountain of flesh, attacking Harry, Ron and Neville again and again. Its attacks were as powerful as a tsunami, and its thick tail swept through thousands of enemies.

Every swing would cause gravel to fly and stone slabs to crack on the floor of the secret room; the huge head was wrapped in a whistling sound, and its sharp teeth seemed to tear everything in front of it into pieces.

But what is puzzling is that no matter how frantic it gets or how it changes its attack angle, it always deliberately avoids two places.

One is the round stone pier in front of the green pool. The surface of the stone pier is covered with moss, and it seems that something is placed on it; the other is the strange-looking stone sculpture.

Harry, Ron and Neville stood back to back, breathing heavily, holding their wands tightly, watching the basilisk's every move vigilantly. Sweat had already soaked their clothes, and the sweat kept sliding down their cheeks and backs, dripping onto the dusty ground.

Harry was sharp-eyed and was the first to notice this strange phenomenon. His eyes lit up and he lowered his voice to his companions beside him and said, "Did you notice that the monster has been moving away from the stone pillar and the stone sculpture? There must be something wrong here. Maybe this is its weakness."

Ron nodded slightly, his eyes behind his glasses full of tension and thought, and responded: "Yes, we have to find a way to use this, otherwise it will tear us to pieces sooner or later."

Neville swallowed, clenched the stick in his hand tighter, and said in a trembling voice: "But how can we use it? Its attack is too fierce."

Several people put their heads together, whispering, and quickly discussing plans. The noisy breathing and the low roar of the basilisk intertwined, making this secret conversation seem even more tense and urgent.

Finally, they made up their minds and decided to take a risk. Just as the basilisk roared again and pounced on them with its fangs and claws bared, the three of them cooperated tacitly. Harry and Ron quickly waved their wands and shouted, "Armor!"

Two magic shields instantly formed in front of him, with intertwined lights to resist the basilisk's attack. Neville stood aside, picked up stones on the ground with a wooden stick, and threw them hard at the basilisk's one eye to disrupt its movements.

Taking advantage of this brief gap in defense, the three worked together, pointed their wands at the strange stone sculpture, and chanted the same spell: "Burning fire!"

Three beams of magic power converged together, like a dazzling lightning, and rushed straight towards the stone sculpture.

Upon seeing this, the basilisk realized their intention, and suddenly turned its huge body. With extraordinary agility, it stood in front of the stone sculpture and used its steel-hard scales to withstand the magical attack.

The magic power exploded on the scales, sparks flew everywhere, and although it did not cause any substantial damage to the basilisk, it successfully distracted it.

"Now, run!" Harry shouted, and the three of them seized the opportunity, turned around and ran towards the exit. Their footsteps made rapid drumbeats on the cobblestone road, and the soles of their shoes raised clouds of dust.

But how could the basilisk let them go so easily? It slammed the ground with its long tail, shaking a huge rock into the air and smashing it accurately towards the three people's escape route. The rock fell in front of them with a whistling sound, blocking their way. The gravel splashed and scratched their skin.

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The three were forced to stop, their faces filled with fear and helplessness. Just when they were at a loss as to what to do, a clear cry broke the silence of the secret room.

Everyone looked closely and saw that it was Fawkes, flying in from the entrance like a burning flame. He was agile, and his golden and red feathers sparkled in the dim room. In his claws he was holding the familiar Sorting Hat firmly.

Fawkes flew lightly over everyone's heads, threw the Sorting Hat to the ground, and then circled in the sky. His loud cry seemed to declare his sovereignty and give strength to everyone.

Harry saw that the basilisk seemed to be quite afraid of Fawkes, and a glimmer of hope suddenly surged in his extremely nervous mood, and his fighting spirit was rekindled. He swung his arms, and the black arm guards flashed with light. Two circular compound magic defense arrays instantly emerged, like two guardian elves, emitting a faint blue light.

"I don't think we need to run now,"

Harry looked at Ron and Neville firmly, "With Fawkes here, we can fight back!"

Ron's blood was boiling as well. The Hand of Ares on his left arm made a crackling sound, and the metal kept stretching and deforming. In a moment, it wrapped around his entire left arm, with spikes and sharp blades all over it, like a devil's claw reaching out from hell, emitting an icy chill. His right hand tightly grasped the magic wand, with the tip of the wand pointed at the basilisk, and the magic power surged, ready to go.

Neville, who was standing by, was still immersed in the surprise and confusion brought by Fawkes, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the Sorting Hat slowly crawling on the ground.

Just as he was wondering, he noticed a flash of cold light in the hat. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was a hilt of a sword. The hilt was simple and heavy, inlaid with mysterious gems, and emitting faint magical fluctuations.

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and without caring about anything else, he hastily put the short wooden stick in his hand back into the small bag, stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and pulled it hard. A sharp long sword came out of the sheath, the sword body was shining coldly, and runes were wandering, as if it was eager for a battle.

At this time, Harry and Ron had taken the lead. Harry took the lead and put the black arm guard in front of him. With the help of the defense array, he resisted the possible counterattack from the basilisk. He waved his wand in his right hand frequently and muttered:

"The flames are blazing!"

"There are many obstacles!"

Rays of magical light shot towards the basilisk like a meteor chasing the moon. The blazing flames and magic beams intertwined, illuminating the dark corners of the secret room.

Ron crouched down, hiding behind Harry, and used the Hand of Ares to continuously grab the broken stones on the ground, injecting magic power into them, and then threw them fiercely towards the area between the basilisk and the stone sculpture.

The stones flew back and forth with a whistling sound, which not only interfered with the basilisk's approach to the stone sculpture, but also provided cover for Harry's attack. For a moment, magical light and flying stones flew together in the secret room, and the battle was fierce.

Neville took a deep breath, holding the sword in one hand and the Colt in the other, and followed closely behind Harry, his eyes fixed on the vital parts of the basilisk. Although his heart was pounding and his legs were weak, the unwillingness to admit defeat in his heart supported him.

Nao kept thinking of what Horn taught him, and approached the basilisk step by step, ready to deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment. The long sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if responding to the upcoming bloody battle.

Harry and Ron discovered that the stick in Neville's hand had been replaced with a long sword at some point.