Chapter 272 Let There Be Light

Ved seemed to have come out of thin air. He glanced around and neither admitted nor denied Robert's guess. Instead, he said:

"The basilisk has been killed. The challenge is officially over! Regarding the performance and evaluation of each challenger in this event, we will combine the opinions of the professors and announce the results at the final dinner!"

"Ved Grey!" Slytherin's Derian asked in surprise: "When did you come?"

"I've been here since the beginning." Vader said calmly.

Derian was even more surprised: "Did you blind the basilisk's eyes? How did you do it?"

Ved glanced at him: "I didn't do it, because that was the work of Phoenix Fox."

Fox chirped at the right time to announce his existence, then turned into a ball of fire, circled above the secret room, and finally landed on Vader's head.

Ved shook his head, and Fox had to reluctantly land on his shoulder, then raised his chest and accepted the students' surprised and admiring gazes.

Everyone was indeed surprised, but what surprised them most was that the headmaster's phoenix was so close to Vader.

Reasonable guess: Dumbledore may also be in this secret room...

Some students began to look around, and then saw Professor McGonagall's serious expression.

"It's curfew time! What are you waiting for? It's time to go back to the common room!" Professor McGonagall said with a straight face.

"Professor! We defeated the basilisk! Can't we celebrate for a while?" Fred shouted boldly.

"He's right!"

"Can we go back to the hall for a midnight snack? I'm hungry..."

The students started to make noises.

Looking at those eager faces, Professor McGonagall gave in a little: "You can enjoy a midnight snack in the college... but don't disturb the students who are already resting."

"Great!"

The students cheered.

Professor McGonagall also smiled a little.

Although she knew that these little lions of Gryffindor would wake everyone up when they went back, and then magnify their achievements several times to show off.

No...maybe the other children didn't sleep at all, just waiting for them to go back and listen to their experience!

Hogwarts tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Under the urging of several deans, students walked out one after another. They squatted down pretending to tie their shoelaces from time to time, and then quickly picked up a few fallen scales and stuffed them into their robes.

Everyone felt that their actions were natural and hidden, but when most people did this... it was too conspicuous to the professors around.

Professor McGonagall turned her eyes away and pretended that she didn't see it;

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout were almost amused by the children, but they barely held back to maintain their self-esteem.

Professor Snape waited until everyone had picked up the scales and walked out of the secret room before saying something cold - if someone was poisoned, they would use the antidote they made themselves to detoxify.

Immediately, two or three people turned green, but even so, they didn't have the heart to throw away the snake scales.

The messy footsteps and the excited conversations of the students echoed in the tunnel and gradually disappeared.

Until then, Dumbledore lifted the Disillusionment Curse and walked out.

At this time, Wade had already pulled out the other fang of the basilisk.

He used clear water like a spring to wash off the remaining mucus on the fang, and then turned the stone next to it into a stone box of the right size and put the fang in it.

The long stone box was stuffed into the schoolbag with his backhand. The small schoolbag seemed like a bottomless pit, swallowing the entire stone box.

Seeing Dumbledore coming out, Wade said: "I thought Professor Snape would collect the venom and blood of the basilisk as soon as possible!"

"He did have this idea, but he had to fulfill his duties as the head of Slytherin College first." Dumbledore said helplessly: "So he gave the job to me."

-No wonder!

Wade thought.

-No wonder Professor Snape left so quickly. Wade thought he was not interested in the rare potion material of the thousand-year-old basilisk. It turned out that he asked Dumbledore to help him as a laborer.

There are not many opportunities to let Dumbledore help you work. I'm afraid that Professor Snape was afraid that he would walk too slowly and miss this rare opportunity.

So Wade also stood aside to see how Professor Dumbledore dealt with this seven or eight-meter-long basilisk.

The headmaster rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand-

The huge basilisk floated up.

Wade at the back opened his eyes wide, and there was a faint golden light flowing in his eyes.

It seemed that an invisible force, with gentle and delicate techniques, disassembled the whole giant snake like disassembling building blocks.

Scales, fangs, blood, pierced eyeballs, muscles, bones...

Separated layer by layer, so elegantly that it seemed like a top pianist playing a piece of music.

Wade felt dizzy and mysterious, and couldn't help holding his breath.

Magic can be like this!

Magic is actually like this!

The giant snakes carved on the surrounding stone pillars seemed to have life and swam, sliding along the floor to the bottom of the basilisk, and then turned into large and small containers.

The disassembled parts shot towards their respective containers like flying birds, crisscrossing and orderly. The "ding-dong-dong" sound was crisp and pleasant, and the originally fishy blood was now shrouded in a layer of mysterious glow.

Until the last container was filled and the lid was closed, the giant snake floating in the air also disappeared completely, without even a scale left.

Dumbledore put down his wand and felt tired for the first time in a long time. But when he turned around, he couldn't help laughing.

Wade, who was always calm, looked at him with shining eyes, as if he had cast a fluorescent spell in his eyes.

Wade always knew that Dumbledore was very strong, but "Vulcan Descent" was different from the one in front of him.

Wade believed that he could do the fire spell like "Vulcan Descent" one day, but his magic power was not that strong yet.

But the scene that just happened in front of him...it could not be explained or imitated by spells, gestures or even the flow of magic power.

"Professor." Wade asked sincerely, "How did you do it?"

"Well, this..."

Wade's question made Dumbledore a little embarrassed. He thought for a while before saying, "There is no way to teach this directly, Wade. I can only say-"

"I want it to change, and it changes."

"To put it in a simple sentence, that is-magic is the embodiment of the wizard's will."

What he said was a little vague, but Wade understood.

Idealistic magic uses will to influence the existence and changes of the objective material world.

That is-

God said: Let there be light.

The world had light.