Basilisk

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Harry didn't even think; with Ron's scream, Harry rushed forward a few steps and grabbed Dobby on the leg, throwing him out of the basilisk's reach.

Harry heard a loud noise from behind. The head of the basilisk hit where he was standing, and the stone chips flew around.

A fragment hit Harry on the back, causing him to grin in pain.

Harry didn't dare to look back and ran towards the exit of the Chamber with his head down; he heard its heavy body sliding quickly across the dusty ground.

The toe of Harry's shoe slammed on a protruding stone brick, causing him to stumble and fall heavily on the stone, with a hit of salty taste in his mouth.

At the same time, he felt a gust of wind passing him. The basilisk swung its steel-like tail at him, but Harry quickly dodged. A stone pillar was hit.

The stone pillar fell to the ground, making a loud rumbling sound.

Ron was terrified. He had Dobby, who had passed out, under his arm. He wanted to turn his head and run away now, but he couldn't allow himself to abandon his buddy.

Ron gritted his teeth and tried hard to recall the crossbow that Ethan had given him in class, and he kept shooting crossbow darts at the basilisk.

The basilisk scales were tough, and although the crossbow arrow was made of steel, it could only cause a few scratches.

The basilisk shook its head angrily because of the interference but did not change its target and instead attacked Harry fiercely.

Harry was a little desperate; he felt that he would never escape the next attack, and he kept gesturing to Ron, indicating that Ron should run away quickly and leave him alone.

Suddenly, the sound of music floated from somewhere, and the sound of music spread from the deep tunnel to the empty secret room. The sound of music became louder and louder. The sound was illusory, ethereal, mysterious, and exciting.

It made the hair on Harry's scalp stand on end, and his atrium swelled to twice its size.

The music got louder and louder, and at last, Harry felt as if it was vibrating in his chest. At this moment, flames erupted from the top of the nearest stone pillar.

A crimson bird, the size of a crane, suddenly descended from the sky, playing its strange music on the vaulted ceiling.

It had a gleaming golden tail, as long as a peacock's tail, and a pair of gleaming claws that held a tattered package.

It was Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox.

A second later, Fox flew straight towards Harry, dropping the tattered thing on his paw at Harry's feet.

Then, Fox circled twice over Harry's head, and he looked up and saw that it had a long, sharp golden beak and two shiny black eyes that were exceptionally bright in the darkness.

Harry turned his gaze to the tattered object Fox had just dropped. Harry was surprised to find that it was the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, dirty and wrinkled with patches on it, motionless. He was lying down at Harry's feet.

Harry couldn't understand why Fox brought him the Sorting Hat, but it gave him some courage, and he stopped running.

Fox was circling the basilisk's head, and the basilisk finally attracted Fox's attention. It rushed towards the phoenix angrily, revealing its fangs as thin and long as a saber.

Fox swooped down sharply, its long golden beak plunged into the head of the basilisk, and suddenly, black blood splashed on the ground like a shower, and the basilisk's tail swayed wildly, almost hitting Harry.

Fox blinded the basilisk's huge yellow eye; black blood spurted to the ground, and the basilisk grunted in pain.

The basilisk became even more aggressive because of the pain, and Fox danced around its head, singing strange tunes in his mouth, pecked here, pecked there, and tried to blind the other eye of the basilisk. Blood gushed out of the blinded eye.

Strangely, the basilisk seemed to be staring at Harry, with only one eye left, still staring at Harry fiercely.

"Help me, save me," Harry whispered, bewildered.

"Who can save me, whoever it is!"

The basilisk's tail swept over again. Harry hurriedly lowered his head, and something soft hit his face.

The Basilisk swept the Sorting Hat into Harry's arms, and Harry grabbed the hat, his only weapon and hope.

He clasped it around his head indiscriminately, then fell to the ground as the basilisk's tail swept toward him again.

"Help me—help me—" Harry thought, eyes pressed tightly under his hat, "please help me."

No voice answered him. Instead, the hat tightened as if an invisible hand desperately grasped it.

Harry's performance made Ethan, who was on the sidelines, frown. He was very dissatisfied with Harry's practice of lying down and dying.

In his world, the little witcher apprentices of this grade who are being trained will try their best to fight back even if they cannot fight in such a situation and then find every opportunity to escape.

On the other hand, Harry chose to lie down on the ground defenselessly.

Ouch! Something very hard and heavy fell on top of Harry's head, almost knocking him unconscious. Gold stars appeared before his eyes.

Harry grabbed the top of the hat and tried to take it off, but he felt a long, hard thing under the hat, and a shiny silver sword appeared in the hat with a dazzling hilt on the hilt. A ruby ​​the size of an egg.

Harry held the long sword in one hand, desperately thinking about what to do with himself; the basilisk's eyes caused a massive inconvenience for the battle.

The basilisk ignored the attack of the phoenix; it coiled its long body and held its head high. Harry understood that this was the basilisk that was charging up and preparing to attack.

The head of the basilisk began to descend slowly, and its attack was ready to go. Harry held the silver sword tightly, but the silver sword did not give him any sense of security. The basilisk gave him too much psychological pressure.

Suddenly, the basilisk let out a scream, and a large amount of black blood appeared from the basilisk's intact eyes, with a crossbow arrow stuck to it.

"I shot it! I shot it!" Ron swung his crossbow and shouted excitedly.

The basilisk was mad with pain. It twitched its body wildly and knocked down several stone pillars to relieve the severe pain in its eyes.

It didn't take long for the basilisk to quiet down; its nostrils opened and closed, and Harry instantly understood it was recognizing its scent.

It turned towards Harry, coiled around in circles, and slammed into the stone pillars. Harry could see its two huge, blood-drenched eye sockets and see its mouth open so vast that it could swallow him whole.

The Basilisk's mouth showed two rows of fangs as long as his silver sword, thin, glowing with venom, and it rushed over blindly.

Harry hurriedly dodged and crashed into the wall of the chamber. It lunged again, its forked tongue swishing across Harry's body.

Harry raised the silver sword with both hands, and the basilisk pounced again, this time with a clear target.

Harry put all his strength into the silver sword and slammed it into the basilisk's mouth so profoundly that it didn't reach the hilt.