Chapter 271
The fate of the hero
Chapter 271 The fate of the hero
After Wade learned Dumbledore's version of the Slowing Charm, he used it from time to time to slow down the basilisk.
Compared with the basilisk, his magic power is very weak and can only play a small restraining role.
But even if it can only delay it for 0.1 second, it will still work as long as it is used at a critical moment.
The students didn't know that there was another helper here——
When they entered the Chamber of Secrets, Wade and Dumbledore used the Disillusionment Charm to become invisible.
Dozens of students surrounded the basilisk and were initially panicked and at a loss as to what to do. Seven or eight students were seriously injured and were sent away by the professor.
But gradually, the bravest people stood in front and formed a defense, and the rest of the students gradually regained their composure, at least they were no longer frightened to the point of throwing away their wands and running away.
Then, the person who ran away at first came back with a red face.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw...
Students from four colleges mixed together, cooperating without distinction, fighting a life-and-death battle with the basilisk.
When they cast spells, they didn't care whether the basilisk was attacking an enemy or a friend; when they reached out to pull up a fallen classmate, they didn't care at all which college the other person was wearing.
They only thought about defeating the terrible "enemy" before them.
For wizards, mentality also greatly affects the effectiveness of their magic.
For a moment, many students were evenly matched with the giant snake monster.
Looking at this scene which looked like a group of ants fighting with earthworms, Wade couldn't help but wonder - how did Harry, alone, defeat such a huge monster?
Of course, it may also be because Harry was using a sword and the students were using magic at that time... The basilisk's "magic resistance" is indeed very high, and most of the spells falling on its scales are like tickling.
But Wade would rather believe that Dumbledore at that time was just like he is now, standing by invisibly, secretly using magic to restrain the monster, and watching with satisfaction as the young savior pierced the upper jaw of the basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor.
Thinking of this, he turned to look at the headmaster, only to find that Dumbledore was also looking at him, with tears in his eyes, as if he was very moved.
Wade was startled: "...Professor Dumbledore?"
“That’s wonderful, isn’t it?”
The principal's eyes were very gentle. He smiled gently and said, "It's a wonderful feeling to see the children put aside their previous conflicts, help each other, and fight the enemy together... It makes people feel that their hearts are filled with warmth and hope."
"Well...it seems to be true..." Wade said slowly: "But why are you looking at me? I'm not among that group of people."
"But this scene happened because of you."
Dumbledore looked at the fighting children with a deep and gentle gaze, as if he saw the future long into the future.
"The dispute between the Hogwarts houses has lasted for more than a thousand years since its founding... Even during the war, I have never seen them so united."
"But this unity is only temporary... it's only because they have encountered an enemy that they have to unite against."
Vader calmly poured cold water on him: "After this challenge is over, the opposition will still be there."
"But they have fought side by side..." Dumbledore said optimistically: "This experience, even if only once, will leave a mark on the soul."
Wade thought: How many times has Peter Pettigrew fought alongside James Potter? Isn't he still ruthless when he wants to betray him?
But then he thought that people like Peter Petillo were rare and one should not generalize.
Suddenly, the big snake let out a painful roar, its tail still twitching violently, and its upper body fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, the snake had countless wounds of varying sizes, but only two were fatal:
Neville Longbottom actually brought the sword that Vader had given him, and he thrust it deep into the basilisk's neck from below. One of the basilisk's fangs had been broken by a cutting curse, and Harry actually held the fang, flew on his broomstick to the top of the basilisk's head, then swooped down in the right direction and thrust the fang directly into the basilisk's bloody eye socket!
Everyone was stunned by their feat.
Vader was also surprised.
When many senior students did not retreat but fought bravely, it was still Harry and Neville who ended the battle...
For a moment, he seemed to feel a certain power called fate.
It seems like some people... they are destined to be heroes.
Neville was covered in black snake blood. After the basilisk fell down, he seemed unable to believe what he had done. He supported his knees with his hands and gasped for breath.
There was a muffled "bang" sound coming from the side.
"Harry——"
Hermione screamed and ran over quickly. George, who was closest, had already grabbed the man and prevented him from falling to the ground.
He put Harry on the ground and saw that his face was black and there were several wounds on his arms caused by snake fangs.
"Harry's been poisoned!" George shouted. "Who has the antidote?"
Michael, who was watching the basilisk with his mouth wide open, immediately pulled out a small bottle from his pocket, held it high and ran over, shouting, "I have it, I have it! I have the antidote!"
Everyone didn't think much about it and quickly made way. Michael knelt beside him, pulled out the cork, and poured the antidote into Harry's mouth.
The potion took effect very quickly. It seemed like only a few seconds. The blue-black color caused by the toxin faded from the boy's face, and the blood flowing from the wound turned into a normal red.
"I'm fine... I'm fine..."
Harry felt as if he was being strangled by several people, holding him tightly. He mumbled something and pushed away the people who were holding him.
When I opened my eyes, I saw George, Hermione, and Michael next to me, and Neville and others with nervous faces beside me.
"This antidote is really powerful!" Robert, the prefect of Ravenclaw, was standing nearby. Seeing this, he patted Michael on the shoulder and asked with great interest, "Michael, how did you get it?"
"Uh……"
Michael quickly glanced at Professor Snape, who was standing expressionless at the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
Before coming, Professor Snape gave a bottle to each of the students who performed well in Potions class (especially Slytherin and Ravenclaw), saying that they might need it.
This potion is extremely precious, each bottle only has one sip of it, and there are only a few of them.
Of course, the care the professor gave me in private could not be told to others.
While Michael was hesitating, Robert had already found the explanation himself.
"It was given to you by Vader, right? You two have always been on good terms... I also heard that guy was the designer of this challenge..."
Robert stood up and looked around: "Why didn't he come?"
"Because if the referee also plays, it would be very unfair to the participants."
A voice sounded from the side.
(End of this chapter)