Jon couldn't open them because of the basilisk's deadly eyes, all he could rely on was his ears and his senses.

As the sound of the rooster alarm clock came to an abrupt end, the behemoth on the other side of the corridor suddenly moved.

It scurried towards itself.

The sound of the basilisk's rough skin rubbing against the floor was particularly harsh.

It turns out that with the speed that the basilisk shows, if Jon had just put all his chips on the rooster alarm clock, he would definitely be a dead man by now.

As soon as he heard the basilisk climb into the hallway, an orange-yellow glow erupted from the tip of Jon's wand in his left hand...... An "eye spell" that Jon had practiced countless times, and it was aimed at the exact location of the rooster's alarm clock, and the wand had been aimed at that location a few seconds earlier.

The basilisk is highly intelligent, and in its eyes, the rooster alarm clock may be more of a threat to it than Jon himself.

So when the alarm clock stops, the basilisk's first target is definitely the alarm clock, not itself.

It's a bit risky, but it's almost impossible to hit the basilisk in the eye with the Eye Curse alone.

So there is no choice.

Just as Jon had predicted, the basilisk turned the hallway, and the first time he opened his bloody jaw and bit down on the rooster alarm clock.

The moment it chewed the alarm clock into its mouth, an orange-yellow glow shot at its head and then hit one of its eyes. The Eye Spell will automatically track the target's eye, provided you hit a location that is not far from the eye.

"Shhh...... ...... "The basilisk couldn't help but let out a painful hiss, and if it was a parseltongue here, I'm afraid I could hear its invective.

But Jon didn't understand, and he didn't want to.

The effect of the Eye Spell will make the basilisk miserable, and this is a good opportunity!

The Desert Eagle Mark I semi-automatic pistol in his right hand fired.

There was a loud "bang...... sound, and it probably spread throughout the castle.

The magazine in Jon's right pistol has eight rounds...... Changing magazines was impossible to do with such terrifying magical creatures, so he only had eight shots, but Jon had no intention of saving bullets.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

Shot after shot, with keen hearing and excellent night combat experience, almost every bullet hit the target accurately.

The 0.375 Magnum bullet is very powerful, and as a hunting bullet, it can penetrate the skull of a brown bear at a distance of 20 meters...... The basilisk's heavy skin can withstand most damaging magic, but it can't withstand bullets of such power.

With a few dull sounds, a faint smell of blood instantly filled the air.

In just a few seconds, Jon fired seven shots in a row...... The terrifying recoil, even Sergei Pavlov's battle-hardened right arm, was almost shattered at this time.

Jon left a bullet in the magazine...... This was prepared to shoot into the basilisk's head through its mouth at the last moment, when it opened its mouth at him.

If the plan succeeds, this shot will definitely kill the basilisk, but of course, the basilisk's venom will also be injected into his body, and he will probably not survive.

It is very likely that it will be a lose-lose situation.

But the basilisk didn't attack.

The basilisk was a magical creature of great intelligence, and the bloody bullet holes in its body made it clear that the tall Eastern European man in front of it was not as weak and powerless as the prey it had encountered before.

It had already been wounded and felt dangerous, and the orders given to it by its master did not include killing the man in front of it. Its goals have long been accomplished, and even exceeded.

What's more, it didn't know that the man in front of it couldn't continue the attack he had just made.

The basilisk began to retreat a little.

Exiting the hallway, or even the entire floor......

......

I heard the sound of the old leather rubbing against the floor, and it was a little bit away.

Jon Hart scrambled to his feet, then breathed a sigh of relief.

After a hard battle, he finally saved his life.

But it wasn't over yet, he could now clearly hear countless footsteps coming downstairs.

The fierce battle just now almost woke up the entire castle.

Countless teachers and senior students are hurrying here.

The duration of the compound decoction is probably only two or three minutes left...... That's not enough time to make it to the Hufflepuff common room in the basement.

What's more, in front of those powerful teachers, a good KGB agent, apparently, could not get rid of their attention.

Jon removed the pistol he held in his right hand with his left hand and put it back in his pocket with his wand, and then, holding his nearly severed right hand with his left hand, he fled to the eighth floor.

Skimming away a few Gryffindor seniors who had come to see what was going on, Jon finally made his way to the Room of Requirement before his transformation was over.

No sooner had stepped into the safety of the room than Jon fell to his knees.

Violent convulsions began to appear all over the body, and it was time to transform.

......

Harry...... Wait for me ......"

Just as Jon left the attack on his front foot, two Gryffindor sophomores arrived on his back foot.

"That voice is here!" Harry Potter gasped as he said, "The Slytherin monster, it kills people and seems to be injured...... I'm going to have to catch it this time!"

"But what about that voice just now, it seems like there's been a fight!" Ron Weasley discerned.

"I wish someone had stopped that monster!" Harry Potter muttered to himself.

"Wait!" Ron Weasley tugged at his sleeve in the back.

A tall, fiery red haired boy was lying on the floor...... Cold, stiff, a terrified expression seemed to freeze on his face, leaving his glasses staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Oh my God...... Ron fell to his knees and cried bitterly, "It's my brother...... It's Percy ......"

"No......" Almost at the same time, Professor Flitwick's screams rang out from the Ravenclaw Tower on the west side of the castle, not far from them.

The cry was shocked, with a hint of anger.