Chapter 152 Kill the Basilisk!

Just when Tom Riddle cast the summoning spell, he was far away in the corridor outside the Quidditch pitch.

The short figure of Professor Flitwick fled in the corridor. His mouth was full of blood and it was still flowing out. The robe on his back was already dyed red. He was stumbling and looking extremely embarrassed.

Behind him, a huge shadow followed, rumbling, and Lockhart's voice came from afar, with a smile:

"Are you still running away? Professor Flitwick?"

Flitwick didn't respond and rushed around a corner, but the next moment, his expression changed drastically!

A huge shadow suddenly enveloped him. A long-tailed shadow stood up high on the wall, and then fell heavily!

boom! !

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and a stone pillar was completely shattered, as if it were made of paper!

Then the stone pillars shattered, and big rocks fell down!

Flitwick reacted quickly. He wanted to cast a spell to freeze the snake's tail and buy himself time. However, he was hit by a falling boulder, and his right hand holding the wand dropped instantly.

He looked shocked and jumped away.

Unexpectedly, a magic spell flew from the side and fixed him there. The huge snake tail swept past like a giant hammer, bang! ! Flitwick's body immediately smashed into a wall!

The flickering light on the robe suddenly shattered, and the invisible armor scattered into spots of light all over the sky.

The whole person was buried under the wall, with blood smeared all over his face, and he was vomiting blood in his mouth. He looked extremely hideous!

"You..." Flitwick said extremely weakly while vomiting blood,

"Your conspiracy... no... will not succeed!"

"It's not your turn, Professor Flitwick." Lockhart walked up to him, knelt down and showed a bright smile:

"Because you are going to die soon and no one can save you.

oh? Did you hear the panicked screams in the distance? The entire Hogwarts was in fear, no one excepted.

The other professors can't even save those students, so they are even less likely to have time to save you..."

"Deng..." Flitwick coughed and a large mouthful of blood spilled out, he said,

"Professor Dumbledore...as long as...Professor Dumbledore is still there, no...no one can harm Hogwarts..."

"Really..." Lockhart narrowed his eyes and was about to respond when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the basilisk crawling over. It let out a hungry roar and drooled down.

He immediately stopped talking, cursed and stood up, making way for the basilisk.

He didn't want to be eaten as a snack by the basilisk.

Flitwick lay on the ground and saw the huge shadow approaching. He smiled bitterly and gradually closed his eyes.

"Everyone at Hogwarts..." he finally sighed.

Large pieces of saliva dripped onto the ground, corroding a hole. The bloody mouth blew a fishy smell and completely enveloped Flitwick.

Although Flitwick tried his best to dissuade himself from fearing death, the past scenes dancing in his mind still evoked his nostalgia, reluctance, and fear...

"It's time to go..." He closed his eyes completely.

But suddenly, the basilisk roared and made an unwilling sound. Flitwick was startled and opened his eyes.

A large black light shrouded it, and invisible hands seemed to have emerged from it, dragging the basilisk in and disappearing in an instant!

This situation made Lockhart in the distance stunned.

"What's going on?"

Lockhart looked at Flitwick on the ground, as if he thought he was causing trouble, so he gritted his teeth and stretched out his wand, saying:

"Go to hell, Flitwick, only if you die can I feel at ease..."

"Split into pieces!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of fire came and swallowed Lockhart's curse in one gulp!

A phoenix appeared in the firelight. It raised its head and screamed with a melodious voice. It landed on Professor Flitwick and looked back at Lockhart.

Professor Flitwick, who was originally waiting for death, finally smiled at this moment:

"Professor Dumbledore...is he back?"

"Dumbledore..." Lockhart was startled. He looked around, and then looked at the phoenix that had swallowed his spell.

Looking into those eyes that hid fire, Lockhart's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason. His body was unbearably hot. He suppressed his fear of the unknown and wanted to stretch out his wand again.

But in an instant, Phoenix whined, and a tear fell from its eyes, falling on Flitwick's face.

Flitwick's half-open eyes suddenly lit up, and the bloody wounds on his body gradually disappeared.

"Damn it!" Lockhart immediately realized that the tears of this phoenix could cure Flitwick!

He turned around and ran away, disappearing into the darkness.

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In the underground secret room, the huge basilisk roared and crawled out of the black mist. A long tail swept violently, smashing the cracked ground directly into pieces, and the smoke and dust billowed!

The blood mist that filled the sky also turned into a human form at this time. He took the leather diary in his hand and stood weakly aside, making a strange sound from his mouth, like a snake's cry.

Then, the huge basilisk suddenly turned its head towards the red-haired young man in the distance.

"I didn't want to kill you too quickly..." Tom Riddle stopped making that strange sound, licked his lips, and said to Meka:

"Your body is very talented, so I plan to cultivate you for a period of time after you are completely revived, so that your potential can be developed to the maximum extent, and then take your body away to carry my soul."

"It's a pity..." His voice suddenly turned cold, "It's a pity that you have to go against me..."

boom!

The basilisk flew away, and a huge shadow shrouded Meka's figure!

The huge snake tail fell down, like a giant hammer hitting the ground!

Bang! !

Countless pieces of rubble flew up, revealing a huge hole.

The air was torn apart, whistling, and a large wave of air surged, sweeping up countless dust and rubble!

But the figure of Maika had long disappeared. The basilisk was obviously intelligent, and its eyes showed the same suspicion as a human. It looked around and didn't see anything.

At this time,

Tom Riddle's voice came:

"Idiot! Above your head!"

This was said in snake language, so the basilisk understood and looked up.

A black bat had already whistled away, and instantly pulled away. It got rid of the basilisk's sight at an extreme speed in a short while!

Then, when the basilisk continued to pursue the bat's trail, a whisper came from somewhere.

The next moment,

Boom boom boom! ! !

Countless stones condensed into stone pillars, bursting out from the ground, surrounding each other, blocking and trapping the entire body of the basilisk!

A ball of fire exploded in the air.

The potion bottle exploded into glass all over the sky, and the solution of the Red Devil Potion fell into the eyes of the basilisk before it could close!

A roar shook the entire ceiling and shook off the dust!

In Tom Riddle's sight, he saw that the area around the basilisk's eyes was red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the eyelids were bulging so much that the entire eyeball was blocked!

In the distance, Meka Anders walked out of the smoke and dust, raised his head and looked at the basilisk's head, and chuckled.

He touched his arms, took out a bag, fumbled in it for a while, and pulled out a sword with a cold light.

He held the ruby-inlaid hilt tightly with one hand, chanted, and the whole person was vaguely taller, and the veins of the hand holding the sword were exposed.

Holding the wand in his other hand, he pointed at the ground:

"Turn into stone stairs!"

Countless rubble rolled, holding up Meka's figure under his feet, rising step by step, and one step after another extended to the top of the temporarily trapped basilisk.

Meka walked up, his steps getting faster and faster, gradually turning into a running and diving posture.

The next moment,

"Come on!" Meka suddenly roared.

Clang! ! He drew his sword and jumped up, the sword body was shining coldly, and the edge was dazzling!

Suddenly,

"It's the potion again." Tom Riddle's sneer sounded,

"I guessed it a long time ago..."

A black mist bloomed above the basilisk's head, smoothing all the wounds, and the basilisk's pupils opened, and the surging magic power surged in its body. It glared at Meka who jumped down from the top of its head, wanting to look him in the face!

"Go to hell." Tom Riddle said softly.

But,

"Carchenir or Prak..."

The wand in Meka's left hand, which had not yet been put away, suddenly glowed, and the gravel on the ground burst out and melted into a huge ice mirror, blocking him and the basilisk!

In an instant, the basilisk looked directly into his eyes, was stunned, and gray spots appeared in his eyes, petrified, petrified and shattered, and opened his eyes again!

But only at this moment,

Meka touched the ice mirror with his toes, accelerated and rushed down!

The wand was put away, holding the sword with both hands, the sharp power in the Gryffindor sword was triggered by the Lion Heart Curse, clang! A sharp light flashed by!

Puff! ! !

The long sword sank into the basilisk's head, and a large amount of blood spurted out like a waterfall!

The basilisk's roar stopped!

The huge body fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a large amount of smoke and dust!

In the distance, the smile on Tom Riddle's face suddenly stagnated.

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