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Dumbledore looked up at the statue, and Fawkes shook his shoulder.

Slytherin's massive stone face moved. Its mouth opened and grew wider and wider, eventually forming a huge black hole. Something moves in the statue's mouth, something glides upwards from the depths of the statue.

"Duck to the side and close your eyes, Silver! Basilisk let Fawkes take care of it. Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Silver hurried around the corner—Silver knew he knew that a creature like a basilisk was simply not something he could handle as a sophomore. Although Silver was not an ordinary sophomore, and his magical attainments were no worse than those of the average adult wizard, the difference was not the same in the face of the basilisk. Silver doesn't have Harry's main character template, and he doesn't have the arrogance to think he can fight a basilisk.

A behemoth slammed to the stone floor, and Silver felt the Chamber of Secrets tremble. He knew what was going on, he could feel it, he could almost imagine the serpent unfolding its coiled body from Slytherin's mouth. Then, he heard Riddle's hissing voice—he was urging the basilisk to attack Dumbledore.

The chirping of the phoenix, the hissing of the basilisk, the clash of the spells cast by Dumbledore and Riddle reverberated in the empty silence of the chamber.

Silver didn't dare to open his eyes to see how they were fighting. This made Silver very sorry - In his previous life, Silver also saw a lot of Yy-type Harry Potter fandom, in which the protagonists are all bullforks, what can wear a pair of sunglasses and stare at the basilisk (such an end is to become a stone carving), what take out a mirror to the basilisk and stare yourself to death (will people be smoked to death by their own fart), what take out a bazooka and directly bomb the basilisk to death (a 12-year-old child can carry a bazooka and aim at the target is really powerful).

"You coward, you're just a little basilisk, what does it look like to be so cowardly!" said Doris.

"I'm not a Gryffindor, Doris, the wizard's power gauge is in his wisdom rather than his fist, and it's wise to do what I can. ”

"You're - be careful"

"Be careful of what?"

There was an explosion, and Silver was hit hard by something, knocking him against the wall. Silver could feel a foul smell rushing towards him.

"It's miserable, it's inevitable to be bitten. Silver thought so pessimistically. At this moment, he heard a frenzied hissing again, and something slammed the pillar to the side.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and opened his eyes to see what was going on.

The gigantic basilisk, green all over, glowing with the brilliant light peculiar to a viper, and its body as thick as the trunk of an oak tree, stretched its upper half into the air, its flat head scurrying around the stone pillars as if it were drunk. Fawkes circled around its head as the basilisk angrily lunged at the phoenix, its long, saber-thin fangs out of its mouth. Fawkes swooped down, its long golden beak digging into the basilisk's head, and in an instant, a stream of black blood splattered onto the ground like a shower. The basilisk writhed wildly, knocking down pillar after pillar, and Silver had to use maneuvers such as lazy donkey rolling to dodge.

The basilisk turned its head, its two huge yellow eyes like light bulbs, both of which were pecked blind by the phoenix. Black blood spurted to the ground, and the basilisk purred in pain.

The blind basilisk turned, it lost its target, didn't know what to do, but still dangerous. Fawkes flew around its head, singing strange songs, and every now and then aimed at the basilisk's scaly nose, pecking here and there, black blood gushing out of the basilisk's blinded eyes.

Riddle shouted, "Get out of that bird, attack that boy, use your sense of smell to find that boy." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly snorted.

"Tom, I don't think you're still distracted in a fight with me. Dumbledore said. Apparently, Riddle suffered a small loss when he was distracted.

"Old guy, you still play yin ......"

By this time, Silver could no longer care about the two men's fight, and the wounded basilisk had gone mad, and although it had lost its most lethal eyes, it still had its deadly fangs. What's more, with the size of the basilisk, as long as he rubs it, Silver will at least have to break a bone.

"Doris, are you sure those spells work against the basilisk?"

"If you don't believe it, don't use it. Doris replied angrily.

Silver was now cornered, the basilisk's head was falling, and it turned its face towards Silver, its body coiling around and banging on the pillars. Silver could see its two large, blood-drenched eye sockets, and its mouth was wide open enough to swallow him whole, with two rows of fangs as long as his silver sword protruding, thin, glowing with venom.

"Fading Ray!" a faint light shot out of the wand, striking the basilisk's blood-drenched eye socket. The basilisk's hiss grew faint.

"Looks like it works, thank goodness for the magic immunity of the basilisk's skin

Not for ancient magic. ”

"Slow Touch!" "Exhaustive Order!" Silver continued to put the basilisk on all sorts of bad states.

"Snake immobilization!" The basilisk that was blinded by the stabbing was put on a triple bad state, and finally fell into the highly targeted snake immobilization technique, which can be regarded as extremely unlucky. It maintained the same position of opening its mouth wide and baring its fangs.

"The snake immobilization technique can't stop the basilisk for long, you have to do it quickly. Doris urged.

"I'm out of blue. Silver was a little dejected. "My magic can't sustain me from casting a powerful lethal spell. ”

Fox flew over, and it dropped something in front of Silver—

"It's Gryffindor's sword! it's saved!" Silver picked up the shining silver sword, and the dazzling ruby on the hilt of the sword showed how extraordinary it was.

The basilisk's body had begun to shake, and it was trying to break free from the spell. Silver, of course, wouldn't give the basilisk this chance, so he picked up the sword and, with all his strength, plunged it deep into the basilisk's palate, reaching the hilt.

"Gryffindor's sword has a magical effect, this basilisk is dead, hurry up and watch out for its dying counterattack!" Doris almost shouted.

Silver hurried away. The dying basilisk burst out of its power as it broke free from its spell and shook its head frantically as if trying to throw its sword out. But this action only accelerated the loss of his blood - in just a few breaths, the basilisk that had lived in the Chamber of Secrets for nearly a thousand years lost a large amount of blood in its body. Eventually, its movements stopped—it died.

"Riddle, you've miscalculated, your basilisk is dead. Dumbledore said, but the movement of his hand did not stop, and he raised his hand to release another spell.

"Even so, I'm not that stupid basilisk, and I can run away if I can't beat you for a while. Riddle nimbly dodged Dumbledore's spell.

At that moment, Fawkes flapped his wings and circled over their heads again, and then something landed on Silver's lap—the diary.

Silver quickly drew Gryffindor's sword from the basilisk carcass, and without hesitation, he stabbed it into the journal.

"No!" Riddle roared and tried to rush over to stop Silver, but he was stopped by Dumbledore.

With a terrible, long-lasting, piercing scream, streams of ink spurted out of the journal, and Riddle twisted and struggled, his arms waving incessantly, his mouth screaming, and he vanished. With a click, Ginny's wand fell to the ground, and then fell silent, except for the sound of ink still ticking out of the diary.

"Well done, Jack. Dumbledore walked over and patted him on the shoulder, he picked up the journal on the floor and looked at it carefully, smiling inexplicably.

At that moment, a soft moan came from the other side of the chamber. Ginny began to move, she opened her eyes, her blank gaze falling first on the massive corpse of the basilisk, then on Silver in the blood-stained robes, and finally on the diary in Dumbledore's hand.

"Oh," she snorted, gasping for air, tears streaming down her face. "I did it, I didn't mean to, it was Ri-Riddle who forced me, he-he accused me. ”

"It's alright, Miss Weasley. Dumbledore said. "I think I've pretty much got the truth of the matter, it's okay, the school won't punish you. You're still weak, we need to get out of here first. ”

Ginny was still whimpering, and Dumbledore pulled her along. Fawkes circled at the entrance to the chamber, waiting for them. They stepped over the motionless coiled corpse of the basilisk and through the dark, empty, echoing room back into the tunnel.

They walked up the tunnel for a few minutes, and saw Gilderoy Lockhart sitting there, humming a little song to himself.

Loha looked up at them amiably.

"Hello," he said, "this place is strange, isn't it?

"Professor Lockhart. Silver said, "You're all right." ”

"What? You call me Professor? I don't think I'm very promising?"

"It seems that Professor Lockhart has fallen under his own amnesia curse, and he has amnesia. Jack, take him, we've got to go back. Dumbledore said.

"How are we going to get up?" said Silver, bending down and looking up through the long, black hole in the water pipe.

Wind Phoenix Fawkes swooped past Silver, flapping its wings in front of him at the moment, his sparkling eyes shining brightly in the darkness. It wags its long golden feathers behind its tail.

"Grab Fawkes by the tail and Fawkes will take us back. Dumbledore said.

"Professor, is this all over?" Silver asked.

"The legend of the Chamber of Secrets is over, but there are still some things that are far from over......"