Chapter 254 Double Kill!
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 254 Double Kill!
It's hard to believe that the Snake King, who has such a huge body and possesses such powerful black magic, is actually afraid of a rooster.
Or a rooster formed by polymorphing.
But this is the truth.
After the basilisk heard the crowing of the rooster, its huge body immediately froze like a stick, as if it had petrified itself. Even Harry, Hermione and others who were close at hand couldn't care about it.
The monster froze for a second or two.
It reacted immediately, its tail compressed, and it collapsed like a spring.
Without daring to turn his head, he quickly avoided the big cock.
As soon as he left the library, he disappeared almost instantly.
So fast, people can't react at all.
McGuffin knew that there must be a hidden pipeline leading to the secret room nearby, so this guy could suddenly appear, and suddenly disappear so quickly.
After the basilisk fled.
In the library, only the big rooster screaming loudly, shaking its big red comb, declared its victory.
——First Dlood! (one kill)
It complacently puts various shapes on the 'Book Mountain Table Sea'.
It's like Gilderoy Lockhart who is coming soon.
McGuffin did not expect that the first professor to arrive was...
Lockhart this guy.
He didn't know what he saw outside the library, and he let out a choked drake call.
Then, amidst Hermione's call, he dawdled into the library.
Wearing his glittering golden wizard robes.
"Merlin! What's going on, what happened here..."
The mess in the library is like a second-hand market.
Books and chairs were piled up randomly, and some places even gathered into hills, especially the exit, except where Harry, Hermione and the others were, the place was almost submerged by the mess.
The Hogwarts library was bad this time... Those old books were considered good if a few pages were torn out, and some were even squeezed into a ball of waste paper by the basilisk.
That guy from Lockhart leaned his body and poked his head, got half of his body in the doorway and carefully checked the movement of the library.
If things had gone wrong, McGuffin was sure the fellow would have turned and left them and gone.
Maybe it was because there was no movement, maybe it was... Not long after, Professor McGonagall, Snape, and other Aurors who stayed behind in rotation also rushed here. These two possibilities made this guy return to his nature.
"I'm sorry...you are late, I have already scared that evil thing away. He must have known that the most charming and powerful adventurer in history, the winner of the third class of Merlin,...the wizard Lockhart Gilderoy has arrived, so he fled in a hurry!"
Lockhart smugly showed off, taking all the honors on himself, as if all of this was his credit...it was him who saved a few little wizards.
Obviously, this guy's brain circuit does not know how to grow, and he seems to think that he is the one who prevented the black witchcraft from attacking the little wizard.
Lockhart raised his head, but the patrol tasks assigned by the school these days have turned his originally smooth and shiny hair into greasy curls, and his eyes are not so bright... Only the teeth are still shining.
Perhaps aware of this, he had no choice but to lightly tap his nose, and said to Professor McGonagall, who had just rushed over and looked anxiously at Harry's situation, "I don't think there will be any more trouble, Minerva."
"As soon as the criminals saw me coming, they gave up and ran away."
"He must have known my reputation and was frightened, so he ran away before I arrived. ... Those criminals must know that I will catch them sooner or later. It is only a matter of time."
"So they will probably stop now before I deal with them in the future!"
"There is no need for such strict quarantine measures... I can guarantee that the danger is over!"
——Sure enough, I understand very well!
This kind of brashness not only requires a thick skin, but also requires a unique brain groove to speak out.
Even Hermione, who had always admired this guy, couldn't stand it.
——A look of distaste and disgust.
Not to mention Ron, if Harry was still in a coma, if the other professors hadn't arrived one by one, he might have picked up the book "Traveling with Vampires" beside him and smashed it.
But there are people... Uh!Chicken, let out a bad breath for them.
"--Oh!"
The battle chicken transformed from MacGuffin is obviously dissatisfied with the highlight moment of driving the basilisk just now, and it is still ready to climb the peak forever.
After a loud cry, this guy flapped his wings, flapped his wings from the ground, and rushed straight at the enemy.
It looked like Lockhart was complacent, and when he was showing off around the crowd, he blocked the route of this 'Master Rooster' patrolling, and angered this god chicken.
"Don't! Don't! Don't..."
Gilderoy Lockhart was too pecked to fight.
——How lonely it is to be invincible!
For some reason, the Divine Comedy rang out automatically in McGuffin's mind.
Under the 'indifferent onlookers' of the crowd, Lockhart 'danced' to block the attack of the rooster, and he couldn't even draw out his magic wand.
Because this 'Invincible Fighting Chicken' was thumping, hopping, pecking and tearing at the face of the '[Wizard Weekly] Most Charming Smile'.
In order to protect his appearance, Lockhart naturally refused to take the risk of being scratched, and took out his wand to cast spells.
"This chicken is crazy! This chicken is crazy!"
Lockhart yelled again and again.
"Where's the cock...who, who's singing!"
Professor McGonagall was startled, and only then did she see McGuffin leaning crookedly on an upside-down bookshelf.
Judging by his condition, he was also seriously injured.
"McGuffin, you...forget it..."
"Professor Lockhart, go tell Madam Pomfrey to come here... Hurry up!"
"But I..." Lockhart was obviously unwilling to give up this opportunity to show off.
"Okay! Are you here to take care of the little wizards? I'll call..."
"Wait! Let me do it!" Lockhart felt that it would be okay for him to fight a rooster here, and hearing Professor McGonagall's dissatisfied tone, she didn't intend to help him.
So the guy quickly agreed.
"Okay, I promise!...Professor McGonagall! Help me!" he called for help. "Quick! This chicken is crazy!"
Professor McGonagall waved his wand helplessly, pointing at the big rooster flapping its wings above Lockhart's head.
She could already see that it was a cock transformed by Transfiguration.
After admiring a few words in my heart, I wonder why there is such a cock queen.
She still casts a spell to restore it to its original state.
The invincible fighting chicken finally stopped after grabbing Lockhart's hair fiercely.
— Fighting chickens!
Double Kill!
Perfect victory!
In a rooster-solitary victor pose (with a handful of Lockhart's hair in its other paw as a trophy), the guy falls to the ground and forms a taxidermy, rooster sculpture,
Finally turned into a chair.
A lock of hair was still pressed tightly under one of the leg posts of the chair.
Lockhart covered his head, his eyeballs popped out, and stared at the chair.
— that's not true! !
Even his thick skin and sloppy brain couldn't accept himself fighting a rooster and losing it...
And what's worse than that... it turned out that the thing wasn't really a rooster,
—It's a chair.
Got into a fight with a chair - and lost!
Lockhart couldn't take it.
The guy covered the part of his head where the hair had been snapped off with his hands, and fled from the library.
The scene was so miserable that I couldn't bear to look directly at it.
At this time, some Aurors and professors have come scattered here and there.
—Public execution, public execution!
"Okay, Professor Snape, you go to Professor Dumbledore and Fudge... I have already notified the portrait in the principal's office, and they will open the Floo powder passage there..."
After the farce ended, Professor McGonagall waved his wand and drew a trace of fire in the air, as if writing a short message, notifying the magic portraits in Dumbledore's office.
She said this to Professor Snape who had just rushed over.
Snape gave Harry a hesitant look.
Although Harry's forehead and hair were stained with blood, he saw that Harry's eyeballs were still trembling slightly, and reckoning that it was nothing serious, he turned around lovingly and left here with the constantly shaking cloak.
After that, Professor McGonagall glanced at the library, walked over quickly, and helped McGuffin to come to Harry, Hermione and the others.
She had a frightened expression and worried eyes, but she knew that now was not the time to ask the little wizards for an explanation.
It's not a safe place yet.
Although the Aurors who just ran all the way have started patrolling the library with their wands, but in this situation... it is better to leave here.
"Professor!" Hermione finally recovered from the shock just now, she said hastily, "We..."
When Ron saw the scene in the library, he finally realized that it was a big loss, so he hurriedly shouted, "Professor McGonagall, it's not our fault, we encountered a snake..."
"I can't control this matter...Although I'm also curious about what happened to you, but I still helped Harry and McGuffin outside... This doesn't look like a safe place!"
"Can……?"
"Leave this to the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic! They are professionals..."
said Professor McGonagall sternly.
So, then they carried Harry silently outside the library.
McGuffin bent over and breathed softly. Now as long as his chest is hardened and his back is slightly straightened, he will feel bursts of pain.
But even so... When he came outside, he temporarily forgot about the pain.
At the same time, Hermione gasped, and Ron turned pale and frightened, and almost threw Harry to the ground with a trembling hand.
Just now they were wondering why Mrs. Pince didn't rush in with a chicken blanket as usual.
She was not far from the door, already petrified by the basilisk.
"What happened here? What happened!"
Filch pushed Mrs. Norris through the crowd, out of breath.
Then, looking up, he saw Mrs. Pince, and he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face in horror.
Covering your eyes, you can't believe the scene in front of you.
The vulture-like Mrs. Pince was petrified not far from the library. She was holding a small round mirror in her hand, and she seemed to be...dressing herself (?).
Her body froze, like a plank.
The mirror surface of the small vanity mirror was broken into pieces, and the cracks opened like flowers at a glance.
"Mrs. Pince, what happened to her? Who did it... Who is it?"
At this time, his protruding eyes saw McGuffin and his party.
"You, it's you again...Professor McGonagall! They must have done it...they were sent by the Dark Lord to bring Hogwarts down!"
"Do you think about how many things happened this year? It's all about these little wizards...they should be imprisoned in Azikaban...not Hagrid Ruburt!"
Filch screamed.
"Hagrid! What's wrong with Hagrid!"
Filch's cry brought Ron and Hermione to their senses.
"Why was he imprisoned in Azikaban!" The two shouted in surprise.
Filch didn't have the heart to answer Ron's questions, but kept shouting, as if losing his mind.
Mrs. Pince, a Hogwarts faculty member, was petrified, which obviously shocked him greatly.
Or...or like the MacGuffin gossip...the relationship between these two people is not ordinary.
Professor McGonagall is trying to persuade Filch.
But now he couldn't listen to it at all... He just yelled that they must fire MacGuffin and break their wands.
until after a while...
"Filch!"
Dumbledore arrived, followed by Fudge, the other professors, and many Aurors.
In the blink of an eye, they were at McGuffin's side.
Dumbledore watched Harry nervously, and he was relieved when he saw that Harry only seemed to have passed out and suffered a head injury.
"Quick, quick! Go there and have a look..."
Fudge and Scrimgeour set out tasks for the Aurors, and they wanted to seal it off completely.
After everything was arranged, Fudge and other officials of the ministry and Aurors gathered around.
Seeing Harry fainting, Cornelius Fudge had an extremely nervous expression on his face. He didn't let out a long breath until Madam Pomfrey rushed over, out of breath, to confirm that Harry was fine.
It looked like the Minister for Magic was very nervous about Harry right now.
"What's going on here?" Fudge asked, while motioning for the Aurors next to him to pull aside the somewhat crazy Filch who was cursing.
They have all gone in and read the 'traces left over from the battlefield' in the library.
It is impossible to imagine how all this happened, and how the three junior wizards survived from this situation.
None were petrified like the others.
"What did you do?" A cold, emotionless voice came out of the crowd.
"What the hell did you do!" he emphasized again.
The person who came was a man in his fifties, with a straight back and stiff movements, wearing a black wizard robe.
It was spotless, not even a wrinkle.
His hair slid straight down towards the sides, and the gap in the middle was very unnatural.
The two mustaches above the lips are exquisite and unusual, as if someone pasted and copied them with a spell, without a trace of difference.
The shoes are so shiny that they reflect light, almost like a mirror.
—He's Barty Crouch.
Former Director of the Law Department of the Ministry of Magic.
His piercing eyes flicked between the three of them, as if measuring the criminal.
That face was stiff... If it was said that he was petrified, some people would believe it.
"My God! What the hell are you trying to do, Barty... They need to rest now, especially Harry, and McGuffin..."
Madam Pomfrey had just cast a Healing Charm to heal Harry's head, and she shot a strange blue light from the tip of her wand as if scanning Harry's head for additional damage.
Hearing Barty Krach's words, she immediately jumped up and stood up to object.
She couldn't tolerate this kind of thing happening in front of her eyes.
——Actually suspecting a few injured little wizards.
This guy's head just broke!
(End of this chapter)
It's hard to believe that the Snake King, who has such a huge body and possesses such powerful black magic, is actually afraid of a rooster.
Or a rooster formed by polymorphing.
But this is the truth.
After the basilisk heard the crowing of the rooster, its huge body immediately froze like a stick, as if it had petrified itself. Even Harry, Hermione and others who were close at hand couldn't care about it.
The monster froze for a second or two.
It reacted immediately, its tail compressed, and it collapsed like a spring.
Without daring to turn his head, he quickly avoided the big cock.
As soon as he left the library, he disappeared almost instantly.
So fast, people can't react at all.
McGuffin knew that there must be a hidden pipeline leading to the secret room nearby, so this guy could suddenly appear, and suddenly disappear so quickly.
After the basilisk fled.
In the library, only the big rooster screaming loudly, shaking its big red comb, declared its victory.
——First Dlood! (one kill)
It complacently puts various shapes on the 'Book Mountain Table Sea'.
It's like Gilderoy Lockhart who is coming soon.
McGuffin did not expect that the first professor to arrive was...
Lockhart this guy.
He didn't know what he saw outside the library, and he let out a choked drake call.
Then, amidst Hermione's call, he dawdled into the library.
Wearing his glittering golden wizard robes.
"Merlin! What's going on, what happened here..."
The mess in the library is like a second-hand market.
Books and chairs were piled up randomly, and some places even gathered into hills, especially the exit, except where Harry, Hermione and the others were, the place was almost submerged by the mess.
The Hogwarts library was bad this time... Those old books were considered good if a few pages were torn out, and some were even squeezed into a ball of waste paper by the basilisk.
That guy from Lockhart leaned his body and poked his head, got half of his body in the doorway and carefully checked the movement of the library.
If things had gone wrong, McGuffin was sure the fellow would have turned and left them and gone.
Maybe it was because there was no movement, maybe it was... Not long after, Professor McGonagall, Snape, and other Aurors who stayed behind in rotation also rushed here. These two possibilities made this guy return to his nature.
"I'm sorry...you are late, I have already scared that evil thing away. He must have known that the most charming and powerful adventurer in history, the winner of the third class of Merlin,...the wizard Lockhart Gilderoy has arrived, so he fled in a hurry!"
Lockhart smugly showed off, taking all the honors on himself, as if all of this was his credit...it was him who saved a few little wizards.
Obviously, this guy's brain circuit does not know how to grow, and he seems to think that he is the one who prevented the black witchcraft from attacking the little wizard.
Lockhart raised his head, but the patrol tasks assigned by the school these days have turned his originally smooth and shiny hair into greasy curls, and his eyes are not so bright... Only the teeth are still shining.
Perhaps aware of this, he had no choice but to lightly tap his nose, and said to Professor McGonagall, who had just rushed over and looked anxiously at Harry's situation, "I don't think there will be any more trouble, Minerva."
"As soon as the criminals saw me coming, they gave up and ran away."
"He must have known my reputation and was frightened, so he ran away before I arrived. ... Those criminals must know that I will catch them sooner or later. It is only a matter of time."
"So they will probably stop now before I deal with them in the future!"
"There is no need for such strict quarantine measures... I can guarantee that the danger is over!"
——Sure enough, I understand very well!
This kind of brashness not only requires a thick skin, but also requires a unique brain groove to speak out.
Even Hermione, who had always admired this guy, couldn't stand it.
——A look of distaste and disgust.
Not to mention Ron, if Harry was still in a coma, if the other professors hadn't arrived one by one, he might have picked up the book "Traveling with Vampires" beside him and smashed it.
But there are people... Uh!Chicken, let out a bad breath for them.
"--Oh!"
The battle chicken transformed from MacGuffin is obviously dissatisfied with the highlight moment of driving the basilisk just now, and it is still ready to climb the peak forever.
After a loud cry, this guy flapped his wings, flapped his wings from the ground, and rushed straight at the enemy.
It looked like Lockhart was complacent, and when he was showing off around the crowd, he blocked the route of this 'Master Rooster' patrolling, and angered this god chicken.
"Don't! Don't! Don't..."
Gilderoy Lockhart was too pecked to fight.
——How lonely it is to be invincible!
For some reason, the Divine Comedy rang out automatically in McGuffin's mind.
Under the 'indifferent onlookers' of the crowd, Lockhart 'danced' to block the attack of the rooster, and he couldn't even draw out his magic wand.
Because this 'Invincible Fighting Chicken' was thumping, hopping, pecking and tearing at the face of the '[Wizard Weekly] Most Charming Smile'.
In order to protect his appearance, Lockhart naturally refused to take the risk of being scratched, and took out his wand to cast spells.
"This chicken is crazy! This chicken is crazy!"
Lockhart yelled again and again.
"Where's the cock...who, who's singing!"
Professor McGonagall was startled, and only then did she see McGuffin leaning crookedly on an upside-down bookshelf.
Judging by his condition, he was also seriously injured.
"McGuffin, you...forget it..."
"Professor Lockhart, go tell Madam Pomfrey to come here... Hurry up!"
"But I..." Lockhart was obviously unwilling to give up this opportunity to show off.
"Okay! Are you here to take care of the little wizards? I'll call..."
"Wait! Let me do it!" Lockhart felt that it would be okay for him to fight a rooster here, and hearing Professor McGonagall's dissatisfied tone, she didn't intend to help him.
So the guy quickly agreed.
"Okay, I promise!...Professor McGonagall! Help me!" he called for help. "Quick! This chicken is crazy!"
Professor McGonagall waved his wand helplessly, pointing at the big rooster flapping its wings above Lockhart's head.
She could already see that it was a cock transformed by Transfiguration.
After admiring a few words in my heart, I wonder why there is such a cock queen.
She still casts a spell to restore it to its original state.
The invincible fighting chicken finally stopped after grabbing Lockhart's hair fiercely.
— Fighting chickens!
Double Kill!
Perfect victory!
In a rooster-solitary victor pose (with a handful of Lockhart's hair in its other paw as a trophy), the guy falls to the ground and forms a taxidermy, rooster sculpture,
Finally turned into a chair.
A lock of hair was still pressed tightly under one of the leg posts of the chair.
Lockhart covered his head, his eyeballs popped out, and stared at the chair.
— that's not true! !
Even his thick skin and sloppy brain couldn't accept himself fighting a rooster and losing it...
And what's worse than that... it turned out that the thing wasn't really a rooster,
—It's a chair.
Got into a fight with a chair - and lost!
Lockhart couldn't take it.
The guy covered the part of his head where the hair had been snapped off with his hands, and fled from the library.
The scene was so miserable that I couldn't bear to look directly at it.
At this time, some Aurors and professors have come scattered here and there.
—Public execution, public execution!
"Okay, Professor Snape, you go to Professor Dumbledore and Fudge... I have already notified the portrait in the principal's office, and they will open the Floo powder passage there..."
After the farce ended, Professor McGonagall waved his wand and drew a trace of fire in the air, as if writing a short message, notifying the magic portraits in Dumbledore's office.
She said this to Professor Snape who had just rushed over.
Snape gave Harry a hesitant look.
Although Harry's forehead and hair were stained with blood, he saw that Harry's eyeballs were still trembling slightly, and reckoning that it was nothing serious, he turned around lovingly and left here with the constantly shaking cloak.
After that, Professor McGonagall glanced at the library, walked over quickly, and helped McGuffin to come to Harry, Hermione and the others.
She had a frightened expression and worried eyes, but she knew that now was not the time to ask the little wizards for an explanation.
It's not a safe place yet.
Although the Aurors who just ran all the way have started patrolling the library with their wands, but in this situation... it is better to leave here.
"Professor!" Hermione finally recovered from the shock just now, she said hastily, "We..."
When Ron saw the scene in the library, he finally realized that it was a big loss, so he hurriedly shouted, "Professor McGonagall, it's not our fault, we encountered a snake..."
"I can't control this matter...Although I'm also curious about what happened to you, but I still helped Harry and McGuffin outside... This doesn't look like a safe place!"
"Can……?"
"Leave this to the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic! They are professionals..."
said Professor McGonagall sternly.
So, then they carried Harry silently outside the library.
McGuffin bent over and breathed softly. Now as long as his chest is hardened and his back is slightly straightened, he will feel bursts of pain.
But even so... When he came outside, he temporarily forgot about the pain.
At the same time, Hermione gasped, and Ron turned pale and frightened, and almost threw Harry to the ground with a trembling hand.
Just now they were wondering why Mrs. Pince didn't rush in with a chicken blanket as usual.
She was not far from the door, already petrified by the basilisk.
"What happened here? What happened!"
Filch pushed Mrs. Norris through the crowd, out of breath.
Then, looking up, he saw Mrs. Pince, and he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face in horror.
Covering your eyes, you can't believe the scene in front of you.
The vulture-like Mrs. Pince was petrified not far from the library. She was holding a small round mirror in her hand, and she seemed to be...dressing herself (?).
Her body froze, like a plank.
The mirror surface of the small vanity mirror was broken into pieces, and the cracks opened like flowers at a glance.
"Mrs. Pince, what happened to her? Who did it... Who is it?"
At this time, his protruding eyes saw McGuffin and his party.
"You, it's you again...Professor McGonagall! They must have done it...they were sent by the Dark Lord to bring Hogwarts down!"
"Do you think about how many things happened this year? It's all about these little wizards...they should be imprisoned in Azikaban...not Hagrid Ruburt!"
Filch screamed.
"Hagrid! What's wrong with Hagrid!"
Filch's cry brought Ron and Hermione to their senses.
"Why was he imprisoned in Azikaban!" The two shouted in surprise.
Filch didn't have the heart to answer Ron's questions, but kept shouting, as if losing his mind.
Mrs. Pince, a Hogwarts faculty member, was petrified, which obviously shocked him greatly.
Or...or like the MacGuffin gossip...the relationship between these two people is not ordinary.
Professor McGonagall is trying to persuade Filch.
But now he couldn't listen to it at all... He just yelled that they must fire MacGuffin and break their wands.
until after a while...
"Filch!"
Dumbledore arrived, followed by Fudge, the other professors, and many Aurors.
In the blink of an eye, they were at McGuffin's side.
Dumbledore watched Harry nervously, and he was relieved when he saw that Harry only seemed to have passed out and suffered a head injury.
"Quick, quick! Go there and have a look..."
Fudge and Scrimgeour set out tasks for the Aurors, and they wanted to seal it off completely.
After everything was arranged, Fudge and other officials of the ministry and Aurors gathered around.
Seeing Harry fainting, Cornelius Fudge had an extremely nervous expression on his face. He didn't let out a long breath until Madam Pomfrey rushed over, out of breath, to confirm that Harry was fine.
It looked like the Minister for Magic was very nervous about Harry right now.
"What's going on here?" Fudge asked, while motioning for the Aurors next to him to pull aside the somewhat crazy Filch who was cursing.
They have all gone in and read the 'traces left over from the battlefield' in the library.
It is impossible to imagine how all this happened, and how the three junior wizards survived from this situation.
None were petrified like the others.
"What did you do?" A cold, emotionless voice came out of the crowd.
"What the hell did you do!" he emphasized again.
The person who came was a man in his fifties, with a straight back and stiff movements, wearing a black wizard robe.
It was spotless, not even a wrinkle.
His hair slid straight down towards the sides, and the gap in the middle was very unnatural.
The two mustaches above the lips are exquisite and unusual, as if someone pasted and copied them with a spell, without a trace of difference.
The shoes are so shiny that they reflect light, almost like a mirror.
—He's Barty Crouch.
Former Director of the Law Department of the Ministry of Magic.
His piercing eyes flicked between the three of them, as if measuring the criminal.
That face was stiff... If it was said that he was petrified, some people would believe it.
"My God! What the hell are you trying to do, Barty... They need to rest now, especially Harry, and McGuffin..."
Madam Pomfrey had just cast a Healing Charm to heal Harry's head, and she shot a strange blue light from the tip of her wand as if scanning Harry's head for additional damage.
Hearing Barty Krach's words, she immediately jumped up and stood up to object.
She couldn't tolerate this kind of thing happening in front of her eyes.
——Actually suspecting a few injured little wizards.
This guy's head just broke!
(End of this chapter)
