Hogwarts Castle looked a little eerie in the dark night.
The dim light shone on the wall, accompanied by the creaking sound of footsteps... A strange Eastern European face appeared in the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle, with a black cloak covering most of his face.
Jon Hart tried to walk as fast as possible. After all, there might be teachers or administrators patrolling the school late at night... He had to hurry and be careful not to get caught by them.
Turning a corner, he saw a portrait hanging at the end of the corridor on the eighth floor. In the portrait was a very plump woman wearing a pink dress. The plump woman had closed her eyes, as if she was asleep.
It looks like a portrait of the Fat Lady... so that should be the Gryffindor common room.
Just as Jon was thinking in his heart, suddenly, there was a noise coming from the portrait.
Jon's face changed and he quickly dodged behind a suit of armor.
The portrait of the Fat Lady was pushed open, and then he saw a tall boy with flaming red hair crawling out from behind the portrait. His face looked familiar to Jon, as if he was the prefect of Gryffindor: Percy Weasley.
The sixth-year Gryffindor student was seen humming a little tune as he walked past the armor, completely unaware that there was a person hiding behind it.
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Only after the other person was completely out of his sight did Jon tiptoe and follow him.
Unfortunately, he seemed to be on the same path as Percy Weasley.
Percy Weasley walked slowly through the Muggle Studies classroom and then went down the stairs; Jon had no choice but to slow down and follow behind him.
After walking down a few flights of stairs together and passing through a long corridor, Percy Weasley chose to turn right... Looking at the direction he was heading, it seemed that he was heading to the Ravenclaw tower?
Jon suppressed his curiosity and stopped walking... At the corner of the corridor, he was ready to wait until Percy Weasley was completely out of sight before going downstairs to the basement and returning to the Hufflepuff common room.
Unexpectedly, Percy Weasley only took a few steps and then stopped. He took out a mirror from his pocket and slowly began to comb his hair.
Jon was speechless. Why don't you dress up in advance before going out on a date? Instead, you have to cram at the last minute?
I had only taken a small amount of Polyjuice Potion before, and the Transfiguration time was only ten minutes... but now I had been delayed by almost three or four minutes by this Gryffindor prefect.
Jon patiently sat down at the corner of the corridor.
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Suddenly, in the darkness, Jon heard a strange sound.
The sound coming from the west tower started out small but got closer and closer...it sounded like old leather rubbing against the floor.
This voice? Jon's face suddenly changed. How could this be possible?
Could it be a basilisk?
But why did the Basilisk appear in Hogwarts at this time?
According to the original plot, shouldn't Tom Riddle's diary be in Harry Potter's hands at this time, and Potter hasn't found a way to communicate with the diary yet.
What a coincidence that the plot changed during this time period!
Without any hesitation, Jon quickly took out the rooster alarm clock from his pocket and wound it up.
"Who is it?" Percy Weasley seemed to have noticed something was wrong, but before he could draw his wand, everything was over... In the mirror in his hand, he saw a strong yellow-green light; then his body solidified there and turned into stone.
Moreover, the sound of old leather rubbing against the floor began to sound again, getting closer and closer... Jon frowned. The basilisk was crawling towards him. It had already discovered him!
"Oh...oh...oh..." The sound of the rooster alarm clock also sounded at this time.
With this sharp cry, Jon noticed that the huge creature in the darkness seemed to stop.
The hissing sound of a basilisk was heard in the air, and it seemed to be afraid and dreading the sound of the rooster alarm clock.
However, it did not turn around and leave, but continued to circle to the other side of the corridor.
The crowing of a rooster is deadly to a basilisk...but the crowing of a rooster simulated by the alarm clock is, after all, just a simulated crowing. It cannot completely have the same effect. At most, it can only make the basilisk habitually feel fear.
The two sides seemed to be in a standoff like this.
Jon decisively put the alarm clock that was ringing on the ground.
The alarm only lasts for 20 seconds, and if it stops, it takes at least five seconds to readjust it before it can make the rooster sound again.
The basilisk was very close to him, and Jon couldn't guarantee that it could crawl in front of him and kill him in five seconds.
So he started to back away from the cock alarm.
But he didn't go too far, or rather, he didn't run away directly.
This semester, he spent a lot of time studying the nature of the basilisk... Based on his research on the basilisk, he knew very well that although the basilisk was huge, it was very light... When it attacked its prey, its speed could reach up to 15 meters per second.
Even though Sergei's body was quite agile, he still couldn't outrun the basilisk.
Therefore, running away is the stupidest choice; once you leave your back to be chased by the basilisk, even if you run more than a hundred meters, the end result will be that your back will be pierced by the basilisk's fangs after a dozen seconds.
In that case, he would either become the food of the basilisk or die from the venom of the basilisk. After all, he could not guarantee that a phoenix would come out to save him.
The only one you can rely on is yourself!
Jon only chose to retreat about ten meters.
According to records, the basilisk of the ancient Greek wizard "Herbo the Vile" lived for almost 900 years, and its length was nine meters when it died... and Slytherin's basilisk lived for more than 1,000 years, so its length should be about ten meters.
It would probably take some time for this ten-meter-long behemoth to turn a corner at the junction of the corridors.
Although the farther away you are, the more you can ensure your safety, but the long distance will greatly reduce the power and accuracy of the pistol...
Therefore, this position can both ensure one's own safety for a short period of time and allow the Desert Eagle Mark I pistol to exert its maximum power; at the critical moment of life and death, one must take some risks.
He picked up the wand in his left hand and held the pistol firmly in his right hand...
Jon Hart, or more precisely Sergei Pavlov, lay on the ground, looked at the corner of the corridor in front of him, and closed his eyes.
Quietly waiting for the arrival of hunter or prey.
The sound of the alarm clock finally stopped.
And the sound of old leather rubbing against the floor rang out again in the corridor.
Jon could not open his eyes because of the basilisk's deadly eyes; all he could rely on were his ears and senses.
As the sound of the rooster alarm clock stopped abruptly, the huge monster on the other side of the corridor suddenly moved.
It crawled towards him quickly.
The sound of the basilisk's rough skin rubbing against the floor was particularly harsh.
It turned out that with the speed shown by the basilisk, if Jon had placed all his chips on the rooster alarm clock just now, he would definitely be dead now.
The moment he heard the basilisk crawling into the corridor, an orange-yellow light shot out from the tip of the wand in Jon's left hand... an "Eye 'Fucking' Spell" that Jon had practiced countless times. Its target was exactly where the rooster alarm clock was. The wand had been aimed at that position a few seconds ago.
The basilisk is very intelligent, and in its eyes, the rooster alarm clock may be a greater threat to it than Jon himself.
So when the alarm clock stops sounding, the basilisk's first target of attack will definitely be the alarm clock, not itself.
It is indeed risky to do so, but it is almost impossible to accurately hit the basilisk's eyes with the "Eye Curse" relying only on the ears.
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So there is no choice.
Just as Jon expected, the basilisk turned across the corridor and immediately opened its bloody mouth and bit the rooster alarm clock.
The moment it chewed the alarm clock into its mouth, orange-yellow light shot towards its head and hit one of its eyes. The Eye Spell will automatically track the target's eyes, provided that you need to hit a position not far from the eyes.
"Hiss...hiss..." The basilisk couldn't help but let out a hissing sound in pain. If there was a Parseltongue here, he would probably be able to hear its curses.
But Jon didn't understand, nor did he want to understand.
The effect of the eye disease curse will cause the basilisk to suffer extremely. This is a good opportunity!
The Desert Eagle Mark I semi-automatic pistol in his right hand opened fire.
"Bang..." A loud noise may have spread throughout the entire castle.
The magazine in the pistol in Jon's right hand contained eight rounds... Facing such a terrifying magical beast, it was impossible to change the magazine, so he only had eight chances to shoot; but Jon had no intention of saving bullets.
"Bang… bang… bang…"
One shot after another, with his keen hearing and excellent night combat experience, almost every bullet hit the target accurately.
The 0.375 Magnum bullet was very powerful. As a bullet specially used for hunting, it could penetrate a brown bear's skull within 20 meters... The thick skin of the basilisk could resist most damaging magic, but it could not resist such a powerful bullet.
Following a few dull sounds, a faint smell of blood instantly filled the air.
In just a few seconds, Jon fired seven shots in succession... The recoil was so horrible that even Sergei Pavlov's battle-hardened right arm was almost broken.
Jon left a bullet in the magazine... This was intended to be shot into the basilisk's head through its mouth when the basilisk opened its bloody mouth towards him at the last moment.
If the plan could succeed, this shot would definitely kill the basilisk; of course, on the other hand, the basilisk's venom would also be injected into his body, and he would most likely die.
That would most likely result in both sides being killed.
But the basilisk did not attack.
The basilisk, a magical creature, is highly intelligent. The bloody bullet holes on its body let it clearly see that the tall Eastern European man in front of it was not as weak and powerless as the prey it had encountered before, and had no ability to fight back.
It had been injured and felt the danger. Moreover, the order given to it by its master did not include killing the man in front of it. Its goal had been achieved long ago, and even exceeded.
More importantly, it didn't know that the man in front of it could not continue the attack as he had just done.
The basilisk began to retreat little by little.
Exit the corridor, or even exit the entire floor...
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I heard the sound of old leather rubbing against the floor, fading away little by little.
Jon Hart climbed to his feet and breathed a sigh of relief.
After a hard battle, he managed to save his life.
But it wasn't over yet, he could now clearly hear countless footsteps coming from downstairs.
The fierce battle just now almost woke up the entire castle.
Countless teachers and senior students are rushing here.
The duration of the Polyjuice Potion was only about two or three minutes...which was not enough time for him to run to the Hufflepuff common room in the basement.
More importantly, in front of those powerful teachers, even an excellent KGB agent cannot escape their attention.
Jon used his left hand to take the pistol in his right hand and put it back into his pocket together with the wand; then, he used his left hand to support his almost broken right hand and quickly fled to the eighth floor.
Along the way, Jon nimbly dodged several Gryffindor senior students who came to see what was going on, and finally arrived at the Room of Requirement before the transformation was completed.
As soon as he stepped into the safety of the room, Jon fell to his knees.
His entire body began to twitch violently, and it was time to transform.
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"Harry...wait for me..."
Just as Jon left the attack site, two Gryffindor second-year students arrived here.
"That voice is right here!" Harry Potter said while panting, "Slytherin's monster, it killed people, and it seems to be injured... I must catch it this time!"
"But that sound just now seemed like a battle was taking place!" Ron Weasley explained.
"I hope someone stops that monster!" Harry Potter said to himself.
"Wait a minute!" Ron Weasley grabbed his sleeve from behind.
A tall boy with fiery red hair was lying on the floor...his body was cold and stiff, and an expression of extreme fear seemed to be frozen on his face, leaving his glasses staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Oh my God..." Ron fell to his knees and cried bitterly, "It's my brother... It's Percy..."
"No..." Almost at the same time, Professor Flitwick's scream came from the Ravenclaw Tower on the west side of the castle, not far from them.
The cry was filled with shock and a hint of sadness.