Chapter 234 Where's My Cute Basilisk? Where Did It Go? !

As the ashes drifted with the wind, the basilisk roared even more sternly, and at the same time, its raised upper body fell weakly.

"Bones to pieces!"

A lightning-fast spell exploded on the serpentine statues on both sides, and large pieces of gravel fell off and hit its huge body firmly, one of the big stones went straight to its head and go.

The basilisk exhausted all its strength and struggled to move its injured head. But even if it dodged quickly, the stone that was enough to kill it still fell on its body, and a large number of scales were directly smashed to bloody flesh, and a large mass of black blood appeared on the ground. Today's basilisk no longer bears the previous threat, and even its life is almost at the end.

"Time to send you on your way! Avada Kedavra!"

Carl raised the wand in his hand, and it was a good choice to use the death curse to make up the knife.

The miserable green light hit with incomparable precision, and the breath of death began to envelope the whole body. At this last moment, as if anticipating the coming end, the painful basilisk closed its eyes unwillingly. The black rose had absorbed too much of its vitality, and coupled with Karl's continuous super powerful curse, it no longer had the strength to resist this death curse.

"After fighting the boss for so long, it's finally time to harvest!"

Karl looked excited and walked over to the basilisk's corpse.

This big guy who could be the final boss of this year died very miserably. Because too much vitality was absorbed, the huge snake body seemed a little shriveled at this moment. The bright red pappus was soaked with a large amount of black blood.

The parts of the body under the snake's head were covered with various scars. Terrifying dimensional magic tore large pieces of scales, and evil black magic corroded most of the flesh underneath.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the important materials are not destroyed. This thing is full of poison, and there is no way to eat it. The material on it is the most important thing!

"Disarm you! Separation of flesh and blood!"

Just like his grilled fish, it is still a familiar recipe and a familiar taste. Under the effect of magic, the basilisk's big mouth opened again, and the ferocious snake teeth fell off one after another into the crystal bottle that had been prepared.

He also took off the pappus that looked a bit dark because it was stained with the blood of the basilisk. He didn't even spare the skin of the basilisk. In the end, only a pile of shriveled flesh and bones remained, which was burned into nothingness by him.

"The battle is over, it took 32 minutes, the score is S, the perfect level, and a chance to flop is rewarded."

The system's notification sound always sounded just right, and a golden card was quickly opened in his mind.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the powder keg of Crazy Colonel Ivan!"

Item name: Crazy Colonel Ivan's Powder Keg

Rarity: Artifact

Special equipment introduction: As you can see, this is not any special auxiliary equipment, it is a super powerful powder keg!

Ps. Huh hee hee~...explode!

"God TM gunpowder barrel, this is too exciting!"

Looking at the gunpowder keg lying quietly in the inventory, the corners of Carl's mouth twitched. Doesn't this mean that all the equipment with fancy names and weird looks will appear in this kind of entity?

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"Tom~ Without the basilisk, what else can you do this time?"

In the bathroom, Carl looked at the sink that was gradually returning to its original position, and muttered to himself. Then he left the ghostly place that had been deserted for so long, and if Myrtle came back and spread the story, he would be ruined.

A week later in the afternoon, a figure sneakily pushed open the bathroom door.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? No one would come here in normal times, let alone a man!"

The owner of the bathroom, Moaning Myrtle, heard the movement and suddenly rose from a toilet bowl with a large spray. However, the visitor didn't explain that much to her. A petrification spell that glowed red, followed by a forgetting all, hit her in an instant...

The authentic snake language came from the mouth of the man, and the pool suddenly disintegrated, revealing the dark pipes underneath.

"Damn? Where is my lovely basilisk? Which bastard is so vicious?!"

In the messy secret room that was bombed, there was a faint roar of anger...

But all of this has nothing to do with Carl, who is now planning how to get the damn mouse out of Ron without letting anyone know...

"Forget it, just ask for it, for the sake of me repairing his wand, it should work..."

At that time, the three of Harry just came out of the Potions classroom, and Carl walked up, shaking his wand slightly.

"Snape is so hateful, he deducted twenty-five points from Gryffindor for this class alone!"

Carl heard Ron's familiar complaints from afar.

"It's all because of your lack of basic knowledge, which is why he found the opportunity."

Hermione clasped her hands, and replied with the same annoyance. She had worked so hard to answer so many questions in the past two days, and her hard work was wasted in one Potions class, and no one would be as happy as anyone else.

"Speak less, both of you!"

Harry was in the middle and stroked his face with some headaches. Basically, the two of them would quarrel after potions class, and they couldn't persuade them.

"Did the three of you just meet Snape today?"

Listening to the three people's unnutritive complaints, Karl interjected speechlessly.

"But today he's really disgusting, he's just nitpicking! Even though Harry and I are doing so well, he just made a weird excuse—the cauldron of Seamus at the back table exploded, and it turned out He actually blamed us, what does this have to do with us?!"

Ron retorted loudly, still angry at what had just happened.

Carl was about to say something when he glanced at him and saw a familiar black figure standing behind Ron at some point without making a sound, just quietly looking at him pretending to be aggressive.

"In my opinion, Snape is a psychopath. He failed to achieve his goal of firing us in the Whomping Willow incident last time, so he continued to use different methods to target us!"

Ron continued to complain about Snape, and he didn't see the wink from Karl at him. Karl would call him the strongest on the road to death.

"Carl, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyelids still twitching?" Ron looked at Carl's expression in confusion. But soon he shivered suddenly, because the surrounding temperature dropped unconsciously, and at the same time, Snape's gloomy voice came into his ears from behind him...

Before I knew it, I was fifteen years old, time flies so fast...