079 Inside The Chamber

079 Inside The Chamber

"What are you talking about, Harry!" Before Bryan could utter a word, Hermione shouted anxiously, "Get out of the way, Harry, Professor Watson can handle this Basilisk!" Her voice was shrill and panicked, as she watched the monstrous snake slithering closer to her friend.

Bryan touched his nose and smiled at Hermione. It seemed that he had shown some strength in front of this little witch and she was very confident in him. He felt a surge of pride and gratitude, mixed with a hint of amusement. He wondered what she would think of him if she knew his works as a 'freelancer'.

Hermione's reminder made Harry, who was moving around in a flamboyant manner, stunned. He looked at Bryan with wide eyes, as if he had just noticed him for the first time. Then he came to his senses and picked up the sword with a dazzling red gem the size of an egg on the hilt. It was a magnificent weapon, shining with an ancient and noble aura. He rolled and crawled out of the attack range of the Basilisk that had gone mad. The snake was hissing and snapping its fangs, trying to catch its prey.

"Huh–, Professor Watson, please save Ron and Ginny, they are still alive!" Harry pleaded, as he reached Hermione's side. He pointed at the two motionless figures lying on the floor, covered in blood and dirt. They looked pale and lifeless, but Harry refused to give up hope.

When he realized that the most powerful professor in the school besides Dumbledore was standing in front of him, Harry felt his strength being drained by magic and quickly left his body. He felt dizzy and weak, as if he had run a marathon. He had used too much of his energy to fight the Basilisk, and now he was paying the price. Just as he was about to fall down, Hermione caught him in time. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, whispering words of comfort.

"Don't worry, Potter, no one will die here tonight–"

Bryan said calmly, as he scanned the chamber with his keen eyes. He saw that Ginny still had a faint life force in her body, pulsing weakly like a dying star. He also breathed a sigh of relief. He had arrived just in time to save her from the Basilisk's venom. He stared at the sword in Harry's hand and suddenly thought of a legendary magical item belonging to Godric Gryffindor. He paused for a moment and asked hesitantly,

"Potter, this sword is–"

"Fawkes brought me the Sorting Hat–" Harry gasped and said,

"I found this sword in the Sorting Hat. Huh, it must have been put there by Professor Dumbledore. It suddenly fell out and hit my head!"

He sounded confused and amazed by his own luck.

Bryan nodded knowingly, restoring the truth of the matter from Harry's inverted sentences. He understood that Dumbledore had sent his phoenix and his hat to help Harry in his time of need. He also recognized the sword as Gryffindor's legacy, a powerful artifact that could only be wielded by a true heir of the founder. Although he was very curious about this famous weapon, he also knew that now was not a good time to study it.

"Get away from there, Fawkes, don't get caught by my curse–"

Bryan warned, as he saw Dumbledore's phoenix still fighting with the Basilisk in mid-air. The bird was dodging and diving, avoiding the snake's gaze and bite.

However, after hearing Bryan's instructions, Fawkes showed great intelligence and cried out crisply. It seemed to understand Bryan's plan and trust his judgment. After a graceful drift in mid-air, leaving behind a colorful light and shadow, it flew straight to Ron who was lying on the ground and looked at the torn wound on his arm. It dropped a few tears on the injury, healing it instantly.Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

Clang!

The piercing scream sounded like an arrow leaving the bow. Harry and Hermione only saw Professor Watson waving his wand lightly. Then, several large pieces of broken stones on the ground turned into several metal spears as thick as oak trees in silence. The dark-colored spears cut through the cold air, creating a huge and indestructible cage that trapped the huge Basilisk inside!

Boom-bang!

"You don't have to bother, Fawkes. If you can, I hope you can go and inform Professor Dumbledore. I'm sorry, but I think his 'vacation time' has to be canceled!"

He said apologetically, as he asked the phoenix for another favor.

Fawkes tilted his head and looked at Bryan with his crystal-clear eyes like gems. After a moment, it nodded humanely and disappeared in the secret chamber in a burst of explosive fire. It left behind a trail of sparks and feathers, as it flew away to find Dumbledore.

"Well, it's your turn now–"

Bryan waved his wand at Harry and the others. In a sudden breeze, Harry found himself turning into a phantom shadow and flying quickly towards the entrance of the secret chamber without control. He felt a strange sensation of weightlessness and speed, as he zoomed through the air.

"Professor Watson–"

By the time Harry reacted, he had already appeared on the other side of the entrance to the secret chamber. He anxiously looked at Professor Watson who was quickly moving away from his sight and shouted,

"Watch out for Voldemort, he's in–"

He tried to warn him about the dark lord's presence in the chamber, but his voice was cut off by the distance.

Bryan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and faced the Basilisk that was lying on the ground in a pile, barely alive. He smiled happily. It wasn't easy. After spending so much time and staying up so many nights, this Basilisk finally fell into his hands! He felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, as he looked at his prize.

The Basilisk was an ancient creature that could generally live for hundreds of years, but this one in front of him had lived for more than a thousand years and still maintained such vigorous vitality. It seemed that Slytherin must have done many mysterious and complex modification experiments on it! Bryan wondered what secrets and powers it hid in its body.

Bryan walked to the front of the cage and looked at the Basilisk's bleeding eyes with dissatisfaction. He hoped that Kakus wouldn't pick faults and deduct his commission when he 'checked the goods'. He hoped that he could still sell it for a good price.

"It seems–"

Just as Bryan was about to change the size of this huge Basilisk, a young and polite voice came from behind the pillar behind him.

"You seem to like it very much, Professor Watson. I inherited this Basilisk from my great ancestor. If you don't mind, I can give it to you!"

The voice was smooth and charming, but also cold and sinister.

"Foolish–"

Bryan turned around with a smile without any surprise. He looked at Tom Riddle, who had black hair, tall stature, stood leaning against the stone pillar, and dressed like a student. "Once I kill you, this Basilisk will be mine too!"

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