Chapter 65 Encountering the Basilisk

In the days that followed, everything seemed a little chaotic and disturbing.

At Christmas, when Hermione's Polyjuice Potion was finally ready, Ron and Harry turned into Malfoy's two idiot henchmen and went to Malfoy to collect some worthless information.

But Hermione turned into a catwoman because she put a cat hair into the compound potion instead of human hair, and spent several weeks in the school hospital.

When Hermione was finally discharged from the hospital, they picked up a somewhat faded diary with a black cover. There was a date vaguely written on the cover, which was about a certain day fifty years ago.

And on the first page of this old diary, only one name could be made out in blurred ink - Tom Riddle.

The three of them stared at the diary, but they couldn't find anything. In the end, Harry had to put it by the bedside, and wait until he could figure it out.

He always thought this old diary looked suspicious.

After that, Valentine's Day will come again.

This Valentine's Day is obviously not very pleasant.

Lockhart had found a dozen sullen-faced dwarfs from nowhere. And they were different from ordinary dwarves. Lohart made them all have golden wings and harps on their backs.

Those dwarfs send greeting cards to people everywhere, and sometimes they will open their voices to match a piece of hoarse and ugly music, which is really hard to avoid.

After that, the diary disappeared, but Harry didn't find it immediately.

Woke up early the next morning to a clear, sunny day with a pleasant breeze blowing gently.

Ideal weather for a Quidditch match! Wood enthused at the Gryffindor table, filling everyone's plate with scrambled eggs. Harry, cheer up, you need a good breakfast.

As Harry, along with Ron and Hermione, left the Great Hall to pack up his competition items, a very heavy worry was added to his already disorganized mind. Because just as he was stepping up the marble stairs, he suddenly heard that voice again.

I'm going to kill people this time...Let me tear...Let me tear...

He yelled, and Ron and Hermione jumped away from him in horror.

That voice!

Harry said, looking over his shoulder, I heard it again just now—did you hear that?

Ron shook his head, his eyes widened, and Hermione listened with a puzzled expression, but still heard nothing.

By the way, Harry! Last time you said, what happened to Hagrid's chickens? Hermione asked suddenly, her eyes widening.

Chicken? What's the matter? Harry wondered, Hagrid just said... well, the chicken was killed by something...

Oh! I think I need to look it up!

She said, hurried away and went upstairs.

What did she understand? said Harry, flustered, still looking around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

I don't know, said Ron, shaking his head.

But why is she going to the library?

Because that's what Hermione does, said Ron, looking a little ugly, I don't want to go...

...

And just half an hour ago, in the Room of Response.

What you have to do for me is to cross out this symbol with a knife when I call your name.

Maca carefully instructed Wei Li who was squatting on the ground.

Um.

Okay, let's start.

Maca said, walking towards the center of the room.

On the floor in the middle of an open space created by the Room of Requirement, some special symbols are being drawn. Between these symbols, neat lines are connected back and forth,

form an irregular pattern.

It looks like a circuit diagram invented by Muggles.

The ink used to draw these symbols and lines looks very special, it is a kind of purple-black imprint, and there is a faint blue light looming from time to time, revealing an inexplicable sense of mystery.

Maca stood barefoot on a certain position of the graphic array, stepped on a breakpoint of a line with her left and right feet, and used her body to connect the entire graphic array.

Suddenly, an astonishing blue radiance erupted from those purple-black lines and symbols, covering Maca's entire body inside.

Maca, who had already done a lot of experiments, was not surprised by this. He stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, Maca felt nauseated and had a feeling of wanting to vomit.

At the same time, a lot of faint black smoke burst out around his body. Not long after, a huge black mist skull formed behind Maca.

The skull looked extremely ferocious, it suddenly opened its mouth wide, and let out a silent roar at Maca.

Well……

Maca felt very painful, but he didn't show it yet, his face was still calm.

However, this feeling was as if something wanted to shake his soul out of his body, and as the strength disappeared little by little, his whole body became weaker.

No, we have to wait...

Maca thought calmly, maintaining her standing posture, but her slightly trembling knees and palms showed that all this was not easy.

the second time! The black mist skull roared for the second time!

Maca snorted, his eyes widened, and the blood on the whites of his eyes was almost clearly visible.

But this kind of patience was not in vain. Soon, a faint phantom protruded from Maca's body. Although the head and feet were still closely connected with Maca, the body was silently covered by the skull. The roar was blown out of the shell.

Maca stared fixedly at the translucent fuzzy phantom—he was using his own eyes to confirm the integrity of his soul.

After a while, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and weakly called out Blois.

When Willie heard it, she immediately scratched the floor with a knife.

With that teeth-stinging creaking sound, the magic brilliance disappeared in an instant, and the black mist skull quickly dissipated. Maca's soul returned to his body again, while he himself was half kneeling on the floor panting heavily.

The Phoenician rune is still too crude, and the accuracy is really difficult to control, resulting in excessive fluctuations.

As Maca thought about it, she let herself lie flat on the floor, her chest heaving violently.

... Willie walked to Maca, squatted gently beside him, and looked at his face quietly.

Are you okay? she whispered.

Maca shook his head slightly, and after recovering his strength a little, he sat up again.

Help me get the notebook on the table, thank you.

After a risky attempt, a lot of important experimental data was generated, which needs to be recorded in the first place.

After a while, he stood up slowly, and left the Room of Requirement with Willy's active support.

In the past, Maca would have been surprised by Willie's behavior. But now, he just has some doubts about it.

At this moment, the students and professors had all gone to watch the Quidditch pitch, and the castle seemed a little empty. But when they got near the library, they bumped into Lockhart.

Uh, Lockhart was taken aback, and then put on a smile again, Oh, isn't this Maca? What's wrong with you, do you need my help?

Maca glanced at him and shook his head slightly.

Oh—well, but I think you'd better—

Before Lockhart finished speaking, Maca suddenly drew out his wand.

My God! What are you going to do? Lockhart hurriedly took out his wand, and said to Maca in panic.

Go aside.

Maca forced himself to stand upright, swung his wand quickly, and sent Lockhart flying into the corridor next to him. At this time, his eyes were tightly closed.

Miss Blois, close your eyes and go to the corridor over there. He stood in front of Willie and said seriously, Professor Lockhart, you too—if you don't want to die.

After all, he didn't care about Lockhart anymore, but muttered something in a low voice.

Focus on... swiftness.

That's the assassin ability he learned from Alani.

Immediately, Maca's perception ability has been greatly improved, and the agility of the body has also increased a lot.

But after all, he was already in a weak state, and these gains could only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

But in any case, he had to go.

Why did the basilisk appear in... Maca thought of this, but then paused, Hermione?

hiss--

Maca tilted her head to catch all the movement.

He could feel the approach of the basilisk - he could even hear the slight sound of snake scales wriggling and rubbing on the ground, but his physical strength forced him to use defense instead of attack.

Suddenly, a strong wind came from the front left, and he took a few steps back without hesitation.

boom!

The basilisk slammed heavily on the ground of the corridor, and immediately made a small hole. The stone slab was cracked, and a lot of stone debris was splashed.

Maca thought of many ways in an instant, but he eliminated them one by one.

The most difficult part of dealing with the basilisk is that you must never look into the eyes of the basilisk. Looking directly is an instant death effect, even if you see it indirectly, your whole body will be petrified.

In this way, the Eye Sickness Curse can be said to be the right medicine, but if you want to aim, you must meet the eyes of the basilisk, and it is difficult not to catch it; with other strong offensive spells, Maca doesn't have the strength right now. What's more, the anti-magic scale armor that almost covers the body of the basilisk is not a joke.

And if you use potions to deal with the basilisk...

I can only try.

Maca thought so, simply put away his wand, and took out a pure black potion bottle from his arms.

This is the accidental product that Maca obtained after Christmas last year when he was researching the means of attacking without a wand - the Fiery Flame Bottle.

Now, the Fiery Flask has been updated to the second generation. How effective can it be against a magical creature like the basilisk with its own strong magic power?

To be honest, Maca wanted to know too.