Draco Malfoy, Transmigrator, died after being bitten by a Basilisk. His body was destroyed, and this was his cenotaph.
Malfoy didn't want his epitaph to be so simple.
However, he could not find any way to deal with the situation in front of him. His expertise was almost completely ineffective. The Basilisk's magic resistance was basically full, and his curses were like tickles to it. Looking at those smooth scales, he thought that they might even rebound and kill him.
Look at how many cheats Harry had used when he killed the Basilisk. He had a phoenix Fawkes that could harass and even blinded the Basilisk's eyes. He had a divine weapon, Gryffindor's sword, which could cut through iron like mud. His combat power would increase by a few folds. Finally, he had a hat that increased his IQ (Okay, that was just a joke).
However, he was now all alone, and his only support, his wand, was almost broken.
The difference in treatment was really big, Malfoy thought. He realized that the Basilisk had strengthened its bite, and his poor wand was about to break again.
Is there any magic that can regenerate broken limbs? Malfoy was already thinking of giving up his injured hand to save himself. But what could he do even if he gave up? He would be forced to close his eyes when he met the Basilisk that had regained its freedom. Moreover, he would lose an arm, and the situation would only be more difficult.
I'll leave it to fate. He sighed and prepared to use his trump card that was full of uncertainty.
"Summon the Guardian of God!" As he chanted the spell and recalled the beautiful memories, the broken wand spewed out silver gas again. This time, there was no obstruction.
"Hahahaha." Malfoy laughed out loud at the scene in front of him. No one knew what he was laughing about.
A silver rooster appeared in front of him, floating in the air. With just a loud cry, the Basilisk seemed to have heard an extremely terrifying sound. It immediately released its sharp fangs and fell to the ground without any resistance.
Malfoy laughed a little nervously. He was not only laughing at his survival, but also at his previous actions.
He thought about his previous practice. What was it for?
That's right. In order to be foolproof, he even decided to turn his Guardian Deity form into a rooster. However, he kept failing. Today, he decided to take a gamble and used the Guardian Deity Spell, only to realize that what he did was useless. He was too deliberate, which led to his failure.
He thought of some theories about the Guardian Charm — the summoned animal always symbolized something deep in one's heart.
He thought of some qualities that people in his original world gave to roosters — bravery and tenacity.
Right, there's also the effect of prophecy, Malfoy thought.
The rooster announced the arrival of dawn, announcing the arrival of the day.
"So, after I transmigrated, I still have the memories of the future. Does that count?" Malfoy quickly stopped smiling. He couldn't smile anymore.
"The shame of a transmigrator!" Now, he was feeling uncomfortable again. He was greedy for more than he could chew.
"After the other Dragon Proud Heavens transmigrated, their guardians were either dragons, phoenixes, or other mystical creatures. At the very least, they were griffins."
He looked at the proud silver rooster again, wondering how he could change his personality so that he could change his image.
There were examples of this as well. Both Tonks and Snape had changed the form of their guardian deities because of love.
Of course, this was only a joke. He was very satisfied with his current guardian angel. Malfoy happily accepted the situation. After all, it had saved his life. He also felt that the big silver rooster was much more pleasing to the eye. The rooster proudly raised its head, looking very extraordinary.
Alright, I'll add pride to it, Malfoy thought.
A strong wave of dizziness hit him suddenly, and he fell to the ground.
It was a miracle that Malfoy was able to hold on until now due to excessive blood loss and constant high tension. Now that his life was no longer in danger, he could no longer hold on. Without the support of magic, the rooster-like Guardian Deity dissipated with the wind and returned to the void.
Silence reigned in the secret chamber.
After a few minutes, an old man and a young girl appeared on the floor of the secret room. The girl's eyes were still teary, and her face was full of anxiety.
"No!" Seeing Malfoy fall, Hermione's heart twitched violently. Self-blame filled her heart, and she lost her usual calmness. Otherwise, her usual observation would have told her that if Malfoy had really failed, he would be in the belly of the basilisk now, and not lying on the cold floor. The repeated ups and downs of joy and sorrow made her feel agitated, and she fainted in a moment of panic.
"Poor child." Dumbledore held the student who was about to fall backwards. As the most knowledgeable wizard, when he first looked around, he knew that the crisis had been resolved. At most, he would play the role of wrapping things up.
After settling Hermione down, Dumbledore slowly walked over. He had to bring everyone here back, whether it was Lockhart, who had been controlled, or Malfoy, who had resolved the crisis.
He was also very curious about how Malfoy, who was only in his teens, had defeated the basilisk. No matter how talented a wizard was, without the support of magic, even if the spell was exquisite, it was impossible to break through the basilisk's solid armor. Moreover, there seemed to be some anti-transformation spells and spells cast here. With Dumbledore's magic, he naturally would not be affected, but it was more than enough to deal with these children.
"Hey, old man, don't make me a hero." Seeing that Dumbledore had finally arrived, Malfoy grinned and used the last of his consciousness to say, "That teacher is quite pitiful. Let him have one last glory." After pointing his finger at Lockhart, Malfoy finally fainted.
Dumbledore's blue eyes under the half-moon lenses flashed with an undetectable light.
"As you wish, child," he said. Even now, he was the only
one who remained conscious in the secret room.