Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 65: Meet the Basilisk

　　In the days that followed, everything seemed a bit messy, and it was annoying.

　　 At Christmas, Hermione's compound soup was finally ready, Ron and Harry turned into Malfoy's idiots and went to Malfoy to gather some worthless information.

　　 But Hermione took a cat hair as a human hair and put it in the compound decoction. As a result, she became a cat girl and stayed in the school hospital for several weeks.

　　 After Hermione was finally discharged from the hospital, they found another diary with a slightly faded black cover, with a date vaguely written on the cover, which was probably some day fifty years ago.

　　On the first page of this old diary, only one name written in fuzzy ink—Tom Riddle was recognized.

　　 The three people gathered around the diary book with big eyes and small eyes, and they didn't work out anything. In the end, Harry had to put it on the head of the bed, to figure out when he could find a way.

　　 He always thinks this old diary looks suspicious.

　　 In the future, Valentine's Day will come again.

　　 This Valentine's Day is obviously not so pleasant.

　　 Lockhart found twelve short men with gloomy faces from somewhere. And they are different from ordinary dwarfs, Lohaz made them all have golden wings and harp on their backs.

　　 Those little dwarfs are sending greeting cards everywhere, sometimes they will open their voices and mix them with hoarse and unpleasant music, which is really shunned.

After 　　, the diary was missing, but Harry did not find it the first time.

　　 I woke up early the next morning, the weather was clear, the sun was shining, and the pleasant breeze was blowing gently.

　　 "It's the ideal weather for Quidditch games!" At the Gryffindor table, Wood said enthusiastically, adding a lot of scrambled eggs to each team member's plate. "Harry, cheer up, you need a good breakfast."

　　 Harry left the auditorium with Ron and Hermione and went to pack his game items. At this time, he was already in chaos and there was another heavy worry in his heart. Because just when he just stepped on the marble stairs, he suddenly heard that voice again.

　　"This time I want to kill...let me tear...let me tear..."

　　 He yelled, and Ron and Hermione jumped away from him in horror.

　　 "That voice!"

　　 Harry said, turning his head and looking back, "I heard it again—did you hear it?"

　　Ron shook his head, eyes wide open, Hermione also listened with a puzzled expression, but still didn't hear anything.

　　 "By the way, Harry! Last time you said, what happened to Hagrid's chickens?" Hermione stared, suddenly asked.

　　 "Chicken? What's the matter?" Harry wondered, "Hagrid just said...well, the chicken was killed by something..."

　　 "Oh! I think I need to check it!"

　　 As she said, she ran away and went upstairs.

　　 "What did she understand?" Harry said flusteredly, still looking around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

　　 "I don't know." Ron said, shaking his head.

　　 "But why did she go to the library?"

　　 "Because this is Hermione's style," Ron said, his face a little ugly, "I don't want to go..."

　　……

　　 And just half an hour ago, I was in the room responsive to requests.

　　 "What you want to help me is when I call your name, use a knife to cross out this symbol."

　　Maca urged Wei Li, who was squatting on the ground, carefully.

　　 "Hmm."

　　 "Okay, let's start."

　　Maca said, and walked to the center of the room.

　　On the floor in the middle of the empty field that the House of Requests has transformed, some special symbols are being drawn. Between these symbols, neat lines are connected one after another, forming an irregular pattern.

　　 looks like a circuit diagram invented by Muggles.

　　The ink used to draw these symbols and lines looks very special. It is a purple-black imprint, with a faint blue light looming from time to time, revealing an inexplicable sense of mystery.

　　 Maca stood barefoot on a certain position of the pattern, his left and right feet each stepped on the break point of a line, and connected the whole pattern with his body.

　　 Suddenly, a surprising blue brilliance erupted from the purple-black lines and symbols, which enveloped Maca.

　　 Maca, who has been experimenting a lot, didn't feel any surprise about it. He stood quietly in place, seeming to be waiting for something.

　　 Suddenly, Maca felt nauseous and felt nauseous.

　　 At the same time, a lot of faint black smoke burst out around his body. Not long after, a huge black mist skull was formed behind Maca.

　　 The skull looked terribly hideous, and suddenly it opened its mouth wide and uttered a silent roar at Maca.

　　 "Hmm..."

　　Maca feels painful, but he hasn't showed it yet, his face is still calm.

　　 It’s just that it feels like something wants to shake his soul out of the body. As the power disappears a little bit, his whole person becomes weak.

　　 "No, I have to wait..."

　　 Maca thought calmly, maintaining his standing posture, but the slightly shaking knees and palms showed that it was not easy.

　　 The second time! The black mist skull's hair roared for the second time!

　　 Maca snorted, his eyes widened, and the bloodshot eyes were almost clearly visible.

　　 But this kind of patience was not in vain. Soon, a faint phantom "protruded" out of the Maca's body. Although the head and feet were still tightly connected to the Maca, the body was covered with skeletons. The silent roar of the head was "blown" out of the shell.

　　Maca stared at the translucent fuzzy phantom--he was using his eyes to confirm the integrity of the soul.

　　 After a short while, he couldn't support it after all, and called out "Blois" weakly.

　　Vellie immediately swiped the floor with a knife when she heard it.

　　 With the sour crunch, the magical radiance disappeared in an instant, and the black fog skull quickly dissipated. Maca's soul returned to his body again, but he himself, kneeling on the floor, panting heavily.

　　"The Phoenician magic text is still too crude, and the accuracy is really difficult to control, resulting in excessive fluctuations."

　　Maca thought, lying flat on the floor, her chest heaving violently.

　　 "..." Willie walked to Maca, squatted gently beside him, and looked at his face quietly.

　　 "Are you okay?" she whispered.

　　Maca shook his head slightly, recovered a little bit, and then sat up again.

　　 "Bring me the notebook on the table, thank you."

　　After taking a risky attempt, a lot of important experimental data was generated, which needs to be recorded in the first time.

　　 After a while, he slowly stood up, and with the help of Wei Li, he left the responsive house.

　　 If it were placed in the past, Maca would be surprised by Wei Li's behavior. But now, he just had some questions about it.

　　 Now the students and professors have gone to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the game, and the castle seems a little empty. But when they first arrived near the library, they ran into Lockhart.

　　 "Uh," Lockhart was taken aback, then put on a smile again, "Oh, isn't this Maca? What's wrong with you, do you need my help?"

　　Maca glanced at him and shook his head slightly.

　　 "Oh-okay, but I think you'd better be -"

　　 Lockhart hadn't finished speaking, but Maca suddenly drew out his wand.

　　 "Gosh! What are you going to do?" Lockhart also hurriedly took out his wand and said to Maca in a panic.

　　 "Go on one side."

　　 Maca forcibly stood up straight, waved his wand quickly, and flew Lockhart into the corridor nearby. At this time, his eyes were already closed tightly.

　　"Miss Blois, close your eyes and go to the hallway over there." He stood in front of Willie and said solemnly, "Professor Lockhart, so do you—if you don’t want to die."

　　 After all, he stopped worrying about Lockhart, but muttered something in a low voice.

　　 "Focus on... Swiftness."

　　 That is the assassin ability he learned from Alani.

　　 Suddenly, Maca's perception ability has been greatly improved, and his body's agility has also increased a lot.

　　, after all, is already in a weak state~IndoMTL.com~ These gains can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

　　 But anyway, he had to go.

　　"Why did the basilisk appear..." Maca thought of this, but paused again, "Hermione?"

　　 "hiss——"

　　Maca tilted her head to catch everything.

　　 He could feel the approach of the basilisk—even the faint sound of snake scales squirming and rubbing on the ground, but his physical strength forced him to defend instead of attacking.

　　 Suddenly, a strong wind rushed from the front left, and he took a few steps back without hesitation.

　　 Boom!

　　 Basilisk slammed heavily on the floor of the corridor, and suddenly a small hole was smashed, the stone slab cracked, and a lot of stone debris was splashed.

　　Maca thought of many ways in an instant, but he eliminated them one by one.

　　The most difficult part of dealing with the basilisk is that you must never look into the eyes of the basilisk. Looking directly is the death effect, even if you see it indirectly, your body will become petrified.

　　 In this way, the "eye disease curse" can be said to be the right medicine, but if you want to aim, you will inevitably intersect with the basilisk's eyes. That strength, let alone the basilisk's demon-resistant scale armor that almost covers the whole body is not a joke.

　　 If you use potions to deal with basilisks...

　　 "I can only try."

　　Maca thought so, put away the magic wand, and took out a pure black potion bottle from his arms.

　　 This is exactly the accidental product Maca got when he was studying the wandless attack method after Christmas last year-the bottle of fire.

　　 Now that the Lihuo Ping has been updated to the second generation, how effective can it be in the face of magical creatures such as basilisks with their own magical powers?

　　 To be honest, Maca would like to know too.