Ron's breathing gradually became stronger and stronger, and the feeling of holding it as light as a handful of paper ash disappeared, and his weight gradually regained, and his face began to become ruddy......

It's alive!

Ted sat on the ground, ignoring the rubble and dust on the ground, and let out a sigh of relief. Then he frowned slightly and wondered - is there a problem with what he has been doing all along?

Going back and forth like this, when the accident happens, it's the same powerlessness.

What if you are brave and choose to advance by leaps and bounds, compared to which of your own improvement speed or accidents and changes will come faster?

But now is not the time to think about this, and this question is not something that can be decided in a few minutes.

Let's take a look at the present.

Neville has pulled a sword out of his chattering Sorting Hat!

This sword, the sword grid is golden, the whole body is crystal white, and there is a faint cold light flowing on it.

The edge of the sword near the hilt is engraved with an intricate ancient script, which is supposed to be the name or emblem of Gryffindor.

The hilt of the sword is carved with a lion's head with a ruby in its mouth, majestic and majestic......

It's the Gryffindor Sword!

"Cough cough cough cough ~ Tap lightly, you little young people, why are you so rude. My old man is so old, how can he withstand you tossing so hard? The Sorting Hat complained that Neville's hand was not gentle at all.

"Neville, give me the sword." Ted Road.

Neville turned the sword around, handed the hilt to Ted, and asked, "What's going on?" How did you get a sword out of the Sorting Hat? He touched his head, and he was almost smashed to the point of blood!

Ted looked at the sword in his hand and said, "This should be the sword of Gryffindor." ”

"Gryffindor's sword? It's true?! Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

Ted nodded, and walked towards the basilisk with his sword.

This thing isn't even dead, can you believe it?

In terms of vitality, it is really unimaginable.

Even though most of the flesh and blood on his body had been corrupted by Brother Chicken's cry, and he was cut by Ted's Blade without a shadow except for a dozen bloody wounds, and the dirty blood almost painted an abstract painting in the underground space, and was blown up by Ron's rebellious wand, but it was still not dead, still convulsing and gasping......

Ted stood in front of the basilisk, his bloody and broken head about the height of Ted.

"Neville."

"Huh?"

"Tell it, that's enough, it's time to rest."

Neville was silent for a moment, feeling some kind of sadness - this was the basilisk raised by Slytherin, the basilisk that had lived in Hogwarts for a thousand years, and although it had done something wrong, it was because of Voldemort's control.

Now, at last, it's going to die, just like the owner who left the school in silence thousands of years ago, never to be heard from again......

Neville opened his mouth and hissed like a snake-like Parseltongue, "Enough, enough." You have completed the task given to you by your master. Now you're too tired, sleep, sleep. I don't have to fight anymore......"

The parseltongue was in the empty silence of the ground, with a certain unspeakable desolation.

The basilisk, which was still struggling to breathe and refused to die, finally began to calm down. It's finally time to rest......

Ted raised his Gryffindor sword in both hands, aimed it between the basilisk's eyes, and stabbed it hard.

The basilisk's scaly skin, which was so tough that ordinary swords couldn't hurt it, was pierced by the sword like a piece of paper, and the sword pierced directly through the basilisk's brain, taking its life in an instant without pain.

Perhaps only the sword left by Gryffindor could take away the basilisk left behind by Slytherin so easily.

After thousands of years of entanglement, the parties are no longer there, and now the traces they left behind have begun to disappear.

Drawing the sword, a wisp of dark red blood dripped down the blade of the sword and fell to the ground, and the last trace was not left on the sword.

At this moment, suddenly Senior Tom's voice sounded!

"Hah! Ha ha! Hahahaha! I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, I knew why! I see...... Haha, hahahaha~"

He now only has his upper body, still translucent, floating in mid-air, can only make sounds, and can no longer make waves.

Ansu fell next to the diary, grabbed it and flew to Ted's side to drop it.

It seems that the promotion card also has a bit of a side effect, and Ansu is now losing serious hair. Hopefully it will grow.

The journal fell to Ted's feet, and Tom was still laughing.

"Laugh and laugh, laugh and fart!" Ted shouted.

Senior Tom still had that crazy smile: "Haha, I'm immortal, I'm sure of this, don't try to beat me, because ah...... Haha, I won't say that! ”

"you!" Ted raised his hand and stabbed down with a sword, nailing the diary directly to the ground, and a large amount of black ink overflowed from the diary.

"Ah~~~" Senior Tom let out the most miserable cry since he was born, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated.

"Ding~ Kill the thousand-year-old basilisk and get ......"

"Ding~Destroy Voldemort's Horcrux Diary and gain ......"

"Ding~ Complete the quest [Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets (Red)] and reward ......"

Ted pretended to be possessed to investigate, and put away the cards that had exploded.

It's too late to see, but the colors are bright!

Ted's gesture directly became Tom's senior, and the friends didn't react: We won, right?

Brother Ji and Ansu are confronting Phoenix Fox on the side: What kind of piece are you messing with? Register your name!

Fox let out a beautiful cry: "Coo~"

Ted:??? Isn't that right?

How I wished I had been in the ashes! When you're up to the end of your life, can I divide a handful of ashes?

The Sorting Hat was also happy: "Haha, that's a good job, boys! A hearty victory, not an insult to Gryffindor's sword~"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sing.

Ted's guess at the beginning of the school year may have been correct, the old hat has nothing to do all year round, and he is thinking about singing. But it's really ugly!

Jerry put his hand on Ron's head so that he wouldn't have a place to lean on, and complained to the Sorting Hat, "Can you rest for a while?" Or let's take a break? Listening to you sing feels like you're fighting two basilisks! ”

The Sorting Hat was very dissatisfied with the young man for not respecting the old and loving the young: "You guys really don't have taste, Gryffindor liked to hear me sing the most!" ”

Everyone: Then he hasn't eaten any good pork?!

……

The way back is much more difficult than the way down.

After all, it's a downhill road, and now you have to climb it up.

What's more, the friends experienced a fierce battle, the magic power was empty, and the physical strength was exhausted, although they drank Ted's magic tonic potion and ate some magic bread, it was not so quick to recover.

And there are two more unconscious injuries like Ron and Malfoy.

Fortunately, Brother Ji and Fox can bring people, so they won't stay here and wait for help.

As for Ansu, it's a feathered raven that's not as good as Brother Chicken.

On the way, Ted and the others had to pick up Professor Lockhart, and now he was a man again.

He can't even walk, and he is not honest when he ties it to Brother Ji's back, he always pulls his hair, and when Brother Ji is anxious, he directly takes a bite, pecking and crying. Then he was cut unconscious by Harley, who was already worried, with a knife in his hand.

Sure enough, Lockhart, who is still asleep, is a good Lockhart.

On the ground, before everyone could reach the hospital hospital, Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick had arrived.

First of all, I will briefly explain two sentences, the top priority is to treat the injured number as soon as possible.

Malfoy's vitality is seriously lost, and if he does not remedy it quickly, he will not be able to leave sequelae in the future.

Although Ron was fine, he was poisoned and injured his vitality before, and he couldn't wake up for a while, so he was fed the potion and left in the hospital for observation.

Professor Lockhart is the big problem, this is a school, not a kindergarten.

It's tricky for such a big baby.

Professor McGonagall already had a rough idea of what had happened from Ted's words.

Now is not the time to lecture these daring students, now is the time to contact Dumbledore.

"Professor, you can definitely contact the principal, let him come back and take charge of the overall situation! It's best to contact the newspaper media, we can't always be beaten passively, we have to regain the position of public opinion! ”

Professor McGonagall squinted at Ted, "You just stay here and watch these three patients, and you are not allowed to go anywhere!" I'll get in touch with the principal, so don't worry about it! ”

Ted is left to care for the sick number, and Professor McGonagall contacts Dumbledore, the Weasleys, and Lucius Malfoy.

The parents of the injured students must be notified.

In ancient times, Han Gaozu slashed the White Snake Uprising, and now there is Little Ted who slashed the Basilisk and was angry!

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! Suddenly, there are madmen sharpening their knives at night, and the emperor star is fluttering and high!

(End of chapter)