Realizing that the entire wizarding world is in a rapid process of falling doesn't require much insight. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But to stop this from happening, it takes a lot of natural energy. If you are not careful, you may get lost in the powerlessness of the power of the spell and the infinite universe, and eventually choose to turn a blind eye to your fate, or give up on yourself and fall completely.

As the top school in the wizarding world, Hogwarts is responsible for leading the wizarding world. Many of the students in the castle are well aware of their responsibilities, and they have worked hard to train themselves since they were young, and at the age of eight they began to read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Game of Thrones", "How Prefects Gain Power", "Influence", "Thick Black Studies" and a series of books about how to gain the right to become an elite, such as Cedric Diggory, such as Percy Weasley, Penelo Crivat, etc. These prefects or outstanding student representatives are indeed worthy of the word excellent, no matter from that point of view, they are all qualified future elites and excellent successors.

But for the whole macro process, they are not gifted enough.

Judging by the breadth of the world, they lack enough knowledge of the miserable Muggle world, a weakness common to all powerful wizards. They either follow the superiority of pure-blood families and think that there is nothing worth mentioning in the Muggle world, such as Draco Malfoy or Lucius Malfoy, or they are just busy trying to achieve a higher position in the wizarding world so that more people can hear their voices, such as Penelope, or the Pettier Twins in India, or Dumbledore, and they don't have the time or energy to learn about the Muggle world and take Muggle studies classes.

From the perspective of the depth of time, Albus Dumbledore, the representative of the wizarding world's elite, has more than a hundred years of knowledge and experience, experienced two powerful Dark Lords, and has a close and special connection with both Dark Lords. But he had not seen the end of hell with his own eyes, and he had not yet realized that this terrible fruit had actually laid a giant demon egg, waiting for another hundred years to hatch. There may only be one nap left for him.

The natural Savior, in spite of his noble character and noble and resolute qualities in every turn, will not in any case bring about any special and decisive change in the established facts. The magic of darkness is engulfing the world through one Dark Lord Apostle after another. The leader of the Dementors of Azkaban, the doppelganger of the Grim Reaper, has his own views on the wizarding world and believes in his predictions.

The Transfiguration class has a very advanced concept: the hen is just a means for the egg to make another egg. Wizards transform one thing into another through magical transformation spells, some controllable and some catastrophic, but in general, the world does not seem to have been turned into a glass marble or a fruit pit by a magical master who does not know if it exists. Unfortunately, this delicate balance will not last forever, and the destruction and injustice that has permeated the wizarding world in recent years is quietly affecting this metamorphosis process, and the whole world is being transformed into a hell.

If, just if, wizards are a way for hell to create a new hell, perhaps, we can still struggle.

The orphans left behind by Gatler have not yet woken up from their nightmares, and Voldemort has already killed many more of his parents' blood relatives. The temporary weakening of Voldemort, who was floating in the sea of blood, was nothing more than a tidal wave of dark magic. It doesn't change the course of time, it doesn't turn back time, it doesn't bring Charlie's parents back to life - and many Slytherin students fall because their parents left them too soon - can the broken mirror be reunited? Maybe as the twins read the ad that night: We need a little magic!

Most of the magical creatures in the Black Lagoon hide at the bottom of the lake, and only Slytherin students can occasionally see a blurry black shadow through the windows of the common room.

In the evening, a very cold wind blew in the north, and the Quidditch players on the court couldn't help but tighten their jerseys, and Qiu's absent-mindedness scolded her by the captain. Luna and Longbottom braved the cold wind to stay on the top floor of the tower, and from there they watched the stars twinkle in the sky reflected in the lake, as if there was an extra layer of magic.

Hogsmeade was already populated by this time, and the surrounding lonely mountains didn't seem to stop the enthusiasm of the wizards, but on the other side of the Black Lake, it was a little inconspicuous compared to the majestic Magic Castle. The small river that flows from nowhere flows into the Black Lake from a gap in the east, and under the cold and bright moonlight, the sparkling river seems to flow with the blood of a unicorn. From time to time, there was a strange howl in the dark mountains that surrounded the castle, which seemed even more poignant and lonely in the silent night.

Even wizards are reluctant to gaze at the ethereal starry sky and unpredictable clouds, because even in the wizarding world, those terrible prophecies about fate and future always reveal a sense of foreboding. A dark blue velvety cloud drifted over, obscuring the moon and casting a huge shadow over Hogwarts, completely enveloping the castle in darkness.

"Is something going to happen tonight?" I have a sense of foreboding. Penelope said, "Check your speculum, maybe it will be useful!" I heard the Slytherin prefect on duty this morning say that they seemed to have found something in the basement in the middle of the night, as if something was about to happen. ”

"Slytherins are a bunch of cowards who interpret the meaningless screams of ravens as a sign of death," Percy said without taking his attention off the magic list, holding a glowing wand in his other hand and not paying attention, "Marcus is just a hypocrite, didn't you see it when we went to the Forbidden Forest together?"

"It's not good to say that to my junior. Gemma Farley said with a gloomy face, "We're all in the service of the great Hogwarts right now, and we're dealing with the lethal gaze of the basilisk, so please be careful, Weasley."

"Shut up!" Talle, the powerful prefect of Gryffindor, whispered, "Focus, we're in a fighting state now, not at a party!"

Suddenly, there was a shout, followed by the sound of a massive spell exploding.

"Second floor!" Tale took the lead, rushing up the stairs.

"There it is! I saw its tail, green and bucket-thick!" Cedric yelled, "it's on the second floor, quick, quick, it's in that hallway." Watch out for its eyes, and its fangs!"

The prefects and professors heard the alarm, and the professors shouted to remind the students to back off and not get close to the basilisk, and the prefects ran like enemies.

Having not faced death head-on, you will not understand what it is like to see Thestrals. At this point, Cedric felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and there was a hint of anticipation in the midst of fear and nervousness—green scales with a metallic sheen—and he couldn't look directly into his eyes, and nothing seemed to be powerful except that.

A gloomy Professor Snape hurried down the hallway on the second floor, stopping the prefects from making an attempt.

"Basilisk, is the basilisk really coming?" Professor Gideroy came out of breath, and he stood behind the prefects, and asked intermittently, "Prepare to attack! Forward!

But Professor Snape was in control of the situation, and instead of giving any orders to attack, he suppressed the prefect's restlessness while constantly waving his wand, and the powerful magic formed an enchantment visible to the naked eye in the hallway.

After a long few minutes, the ominous rustle seemed to fade away, "Unleash your Patronus, scout the corners of each hallway, and assemble in the Great Hall." The pale-faced professor said to the prefects behind him without looking back.

"Professor, I think we might be able to help here. Tale whispered.

"Now is not the time to be a hero, with your magical powers, the chances of hurting it are too small, and the chances of you being killed by the basilisk are very high. ”

"But..."

"That's enough, obey the command!" the slippery aria-like voice turned into a low roar. Having not faced death head-on, you will not understand what it is like to see Thestrals. If you think that the Snake King is a little timid at this time, then you are mistaken.

Percy and Penelope glanced at each other, and Cedric seemed to want to report something, but Marcus stopped them and led them to the auditorium with Gemma Farley.

"Oh, what about the other professors? Professor McGonagall, she's not still asleep. With the prefects leaving, only Snape and Lockhart were left in the hallway, and Lockhart looked around nervously, as if the basilisk would come through the wall like a ghost and attack him suddenly.

Snape didn't answer Lockhart's words, but waved his wand and turned a piece of parchment in his hand into a flying swallow, which flew quickly across the barrier and disappeared through the hallway.

As the Serpent King, publicly cast the Patronus Charm to unsettle the other Death Eaters. But a little magic that I used to show in front of my loved ones in my childhood is the most suitable for delivering messages.

After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and Lockhart nervously turned to stare at the stairs, his wand trying to keep it steady.

Professor McGonagall appeared on the stairs with a pale face, "Pomona has fallen, Severus, we need your antidote, Pomona is unconscious!

Severus Snape turned sharply and looked at Professor McGonagall, who was a little panicked, "What's the poison?" Snape asked in a whispered voice.

"The three of us successfully blocked the basilisk, Professor Flitwick tried to kill the basilisk with a fire charm, but the basilisk's magic immunity was too strong, the fire curse was bounced open and exploded, the corridor caught fire, the venom spit out by the basilisk was evaporated, and Pomona, who was standing at the front, accidentally inhaled a little green mist, and she fell unconscious!

"Just inhaled some snake venom?" Severus flashed a hint of happiness in his eyes, and nodded with his wand to the space in front of him, and a small glass test tube appeared in front of him out of thin air, containing dozens of milliliters of mercury-like liquid, "This is the unicorn blood left over from the last time he was treated by Doctor Andrew Lee, I need a few minutes to concoct the antidote, before that, use fecal stones to stabilize Pomona's condition." ”

"Okay, we'll be waiting for you in the prefect's bathroom. ”

Snape strode up the stairs, ready to go back to the basement to concoct the antidote. Suddenly, he stopped, turned to Professor McGonagall and said solemnly, "Vice Chancellor, the matter of the basilisk has been completely decided, and the situation cannot be worse, I think more secure and stricter measures should be taken at this time!"

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard that the professor of herbology and the Hufflepuff dean were still saved, and when she heard Severus's words, she hesitated slightly, and said directly to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was standing aside: "Professor Lockhart, please go and inform all the prefects now, and ask them to ensure that all students stay in their respective common rooms until the problem of the basilisk is solved." We can't risk the lives of our students. ”

The life-and-death crisis of his colleagues made the speculators realize that they were facing a monster that could kill them at any time, rather than a fictional cute and magical creature. Professor McGonagall's instructions were accurately relayed to a sluggish Professor Lockhart, who accepted them tremblingly and staggered to the Great Hall.

Gilderoy felt a mortal threat around him, but he chose between running away and holding on. Finally arriving at the brightly lit auditorium, where the prefects were gathering around a seventh-grade schoolgirl to talk, Cedric's voice came from afar, and the words "scales", "fangs", "dangerous", and "deadly" entered Gildero's ears, making him hesitate again to change the prefix about time before escaping.

"Professor, you brought new instructions?" Penelope listened absentmindedly to the speech of the student council president, and was the first to spot Gildero, and the president and prefects all looked at Gilderoy Lockhart. The attention of the crowd instantly awakened Professor Lockhart's habit of being a public figure for many years, and he easily showed the most charming smile in the wizarding world, and then pretended to be a real hero who did not panic, pretending to be relaxed and passed on Professor McGonagall's instructions to all the student leaders.

The prefects talked to each other, but Gildero, still smiling, said to the prefect Tale, who he was most familiar with, "Go ahead, act according to Vice Principal McGonagall's orders, I'm going to fight the basilisk, you guys stay safe." Oh, by the way, as a good former Ravenclaw student, I have a little piece of advice for you, don't be clever and don't be a hero, okay? Don't forget to report to Professor McGonagall at any time. Then Professor Lockhart, with a charming smile, turned and left.

The prefects didn't react for a moment, as if they felt that the instructions brought by Gildelow were incomplete.

"Oh my God!" Cedric said in surprise, "does he mean that the professors have already fought the basilisk?"

"I think that's what it means, the professors seem to have their own plans, and our task is to protect our classmates as Vice Chancellor McGonagall directs. The charming prefect looked heroic at this time.

"Yes, go ahead now, take your lists, follow them one by one, and check the location of the students one by one, making sure they stay in the common room or dormitory, where the tightest and most secure barrier is protected. Enough to withstand the attacks of any monster. ”

Some of the prefects were excited, some were worried, but they were all elites, and after a brief discussion and division of labor, the groups that cooperated in pairs were quickly divided, and after being instructed again not to take the initiative to attack the basilisk, the prefects quickly left the auditorium, which was still brightly lit at midnight and the stars on the ceiling were also covered by clouds, and went to their respective duties.

"Percy, we need to go to the stargazing tower, and I found a Ravenclaw student who is not in the dorm, but in the stargazing tower!" Penelope checked the Ravenclaw list, and she noticed that Luna Lovegood's back note was still the same: Stargazing Tower, stargazing. (To be continued.) )