Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

Hogwarts, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Broken marble fragments scattered across the space, creating ripples on the magic armor of the wizards.

The basilisk twists painfully in the deformed and rugged "Thorn Forest" trap. People can hear the sound of its heavy body hitting the ground covered with barbs and irregular stone curtains. Its slow sliding process is like an old and stuck stone. The tape would pause a few times from time to time.

Scrimgeour closed his eyes tightly as he began to follow Dumbledore's instructions for the second round of curse shots.

There were rapid and powerful chanting sounds all around, but he still felt as if a century had passed...

Something exploded.

A low roar like a dragon's roar came from the front, mixed with a painful hiss.

Rufus Scrimgeour didn't know what the basilisk's cry should be, but he could tell that the monster was in pain. In addition to the spicy smell of potions and stone powder, there was suddenly a fishy smell in the air. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

etc!Rather than saying that the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, it is better to say that...

The basilisk is approaching him!

He could almost imagine the ferocious scene in his mind of the basilisk approaching them little by little.

Suddenly, he heard a dull sound coming from directly in front of him.

Porphyrin.

It sounded as if something heavy had fallen from a high altitude onto a straw mat or thick mattress.

The next moment, the smell of blood in the air became dozens of times stronger.

The crawling sound of the basilisk suddenly turned into violent struggling, crashing sounds, and increasingly crazy hissing sounds.

At the same time, Dumbledore's gentle and calm voice finally sounded in their ears.

"Everyone turn around. Of course, you don't have to turn around. Anyway, you can open your eyes now..."

Hearing Dumbledore's voice, Rufus Scrimgeour couldn't bear it anymore. As the head of the Auror Office, this was almost the strangest magical battle he had ever experienced in his life. He didn't even know it from beginning to end. What are you fighting for?

He opened his eyes a thin slit, trying to see what the situation was like now.

About five meters away from Scrimgeour and the others, between the deformed and rugged "rock thorns", there was an extremely huge basilisk, its whole body green and glowing with the unique bright light of a poisonous snake. The trunk of the oak tree is at least as thick as several decades old, and its body is covered with tiny, horrific wounds. The smelly black color keeps seeping out and dripping onto the floor, but...

Scrimgeour's gaze stopped at the end of the basilisk's upper body, where a giant flat snake's head should have been.

At least three to four meters high, a huge stone wall like a stone wall was pressed against the place where the snake's head should be. And behind the stone wall, a heavy, dark metal ax blade that seemed to be magnified ten times was pressing. Slowly rising, ink-like black blood fell along the blade.

Not far away, the wand in Dumbledore's hand was raised slightly, like a conductor preparing to play.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you..."

Before Scrimgeour could finish speaking, Dumbledore pressed his wrist down casually.

Porphyrin.

The giant metal ax blade slashed downwards silently, hitting the "back neck" of the basilisk, making the strange muffled sound that Scrimgeour had just heard.

Suddenly, another stream of black blood splashed onto the ground, as if it was raining lightly.

The basilisk's tail swung wildly from side to side behind the ax blade.

Even though there were stone thorns protruding in all directions, it didn't show any signs of slowness or stagnation.

The stone thorns carved horrific scratches on those green scales, but no matter how hard it struggled, it could not escape. Under the magic of the wizards, the broken stone thorns quickly recovered as if they were alive, and followed the cracked path. The scratches penetrated deeper and opened larger wounds.

And directly above, the metal ax blade was still rising and falling in a cycle without any pause.

The basilisk's painful grunts grew weaker and weaker.

"No!" Scrimgeour heard Newt's hoarse voice, "It has completely lost its combat effectiveness! It is no longer a threat! Professor Dumbledore! You don't have to be an executioner. Maybe we can find some better ones." A way! Or more value!"

The wand in Dumbledore's hand stopped rising and falling, and the huge unedged ax stopped in mid-air, dripping thick blood downwards.

"So, you mean capture and try to tame? Or study?"

The old man turned his head and looked at Newt in front of him thoughtfully, his tone mixed with a bit of weirdness.

Newt looked at the dying basilisk in front of him and spoke quickly, somewhat urgently.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. After all, it is the legacy left by Salazar Slytherin in Hogwarts. If possible, we may be able to try it while limiting its danger and observing carefully. To study and understand this..."

"This sounds reasonable, but -"

Just as Newt was still racking his brains to form words, he suddenly stopped speaking, and a look of panic appeared on his face.

From an angle that Scrimgeour and others couldn't see, "Dumbledore" suddenly grinned, and an evil and happy light flashed in his blue eyes.

"Dear, Mr. Scamander - these requests are not within the scope of our previous plans..."

The next moment, the wand in "Dumbledore's" hand crossed half an arc.

The heavy, huge metal ax blade kept floating toward the top of the secret room, and finally stopped on the ceiling.

"So, very sorry..."

Ah no, Dumbledore whispered, nonchalantly directing his wand to draw a pause.

"I reject!"

The giant metal ax blade whizzed down and turned into a blurry afterimage.

boom!

With a terrifying, deafening sound, the metal ax blade sank deeply into the marble floor, and a stream of black blood spurted out like a fountain. The body of the headless basilisk bounced high, spraying black blood towards the struggling body. The blood is like hell coming.

At the same time, an invisible magic shield flashed through the dark air.

The basilisk blood sprayed violently, as if encountering a transparent umbrella, suddenly paused in front of everyone's eyes.

Then, it slowly began to flow downward.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone, we can start cleaning up the battlefield-"

Dumbledore turned around and looked at the people in the Ministry of Magic who were also a little dazed behind him, showing his unique warm smile.

"Thanks to everyone's concerted efforts to limit the basilisk and create geographical advantages, we were able to safely and efficiently eliminate hidden dangers for Hogwarts for many years. This is an event worth remembering for a lifetime and recorded in the history of Hogwarts. An important moment... But our mission is not over yet. We still need to find ways to explore and dispose of the basilisk's lair and the body of this big snake, so I'd like to trouble you all and have to work hard for a while."

In Newt's somewhat confused and broken eyes, "Dumbledore" spoke methodically as before.

"By the way, we have to tell the superiors. Everything is going well here, so they can rest assured."

"Gryffindor, 45 points deducted; Hufflepuff, plus..."

…………

a few hours later.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Elena, Newt, Nico, and three little ones stood by the door, quietly looking at the two hundred-year-old wizards not far away who had just completed a "big transformation" performance, Grindelwald. Still waving his wand, he patiently cleaned the dirt from under his robe.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, his hands crossed and facing each other, his expression calm and calm.

It was as if a few minutes ago, the wizard with the face of "Otto Apokalis" was not him but someone else.

For a moment, there was silence.

Suddenly, an indignant, hoarse and deep voice sounded.

"What's the reason? I think we need an explanation."

Newt Scamander said calmly that after the showdown with "Ah No Dumbledore", he still perfectly performed the duties he was supposed to perform, assisting everyone in the Ministry of Magic to decompose and clean up the basilisk corpse, and I roughly explored the basilisk lair.

However, this does not mean that he forgives these two old liars for their identity swap.

The only thing that gave Newt some comfort was that this time, he was not the only one who was kept in the dark.

Even the weird elf Elena and the experienced Nico Flamel were also deceived by Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

In fact, after learning that "Old Potato" and "Old Carrot" had exchanged identities again, Elena's anger was no less than that of Newt Scamander, who had just been played with. It can be said that it successfully reminded her of a certain episode.

New and old grudges were added together, and this time she decided to settle the score properly.

Elena looked past Newt who was standing in front and towards the two old guys in the principal's office.

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