"Headmaster, we..." Felix pulled out his wand.

Dumbledore did not answer, but fell into deep thought, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Hermione stamped her feet anxiously.

Dumbledore pondered for a few seconds, then waved his wand and cast several Disillusionment Charms on their heads.

Felix heard the conversation between him and Snape.

"I don't understand, Dumbledore..."

"What, Severus?"

"That kid... Harry Potter, he's going to die!"

"I'm here." Dumbledore said briefly.

The conversation ended there, but Felix couldn't help but think -

could it be that Dumbledore wanted to train Potter? Life and death can best inspire a person's courage and potential, not to mention that the old man is standing by at the moment, controlling the overall situation.

Or...

He suddenly remembered the conversation between him and Dumbledore when Potter's Parseltongue was exposed. The headmaster said that he still needed to confirm something, what could it be?

Several people approached the battlefield quietly. As they approached, Felix found large pieces of broken ice crystals on the open space, and more than a dozen palm-sized, blood-stained black scales stuck to half of the collapsed ice wall.

The four people came to a snake-wrapped stone pillar in front of the open space and lifted part of the effect of the Disillusionment Charm - this allowed them to see each other's position clearly.

"Professor!" Hermione pulled his sleeve. Behind the stone pillar, a little wizard was lying on the ground, and next to him was a palm-sized bird.

It was Ron and Fawkes.

"Headmaster, Weasley was found."

Dumbledore glanced at the field, "Severus..."

"I'm watching." Snape said without turning his head, his eyes fixed firmly on Harry, his expression was very intriguing.

Dumbledore and Felix squatted in front of Ron, his clothes were covered with dust and scratches, but his body was not injured at all.

The little phoenix beside him hummed softly, as if to take credit.

Obviously, it was it that healed Ron.

"Thank you, Fawkes." Dumbledore said to it with satisfaction.

"Professor, Ron..." Hermione looked at Ron worriedly.

"He's fine." Felix said, he tapped the ring on his left hand with his wand, and a bottle of potion flew out. He forced Ron to drink it.

Ron's eyebrows twisted.

In the open space, Harry's battle continued -

he hid behind a boulder, waving his wand, and the palm-sized magic puppet swung out a stream of cold air mixed with ice crystals. The blind basilisk could not find "her" at all, it could only attack the whole field again and again, and there were still dots of white frost on the snake's tail.

Harry nimbly dodged a stone the size of a human head, and the boulder barrier in front of him was smashed into pieces. He hurriedly trotted away, but the sound of his footsteps attracted the attention of the basilisk, and the next second, the thick tail swung over.

Harry immediately commanded the magic puppet to block in front of him, "chi chi chi chi!" A piece of ice prism appeared out of thin air.

The huge black snake tail smashed down on his head. After a series of teeth-grinding squeezing sounds, the icicle and the magic puppet shattered to the ground.

Harry took this opportunity to tiptoe away.

The three professors hiding in the dark put down their wands at the same time. Felix couldn't help but glance at the pile of puppet fragments on the ground with heartache. Was it scrapped like this?

"Professor, I want to help Harry!" Hermione said to him.

Felix was silent for a moment, "Have you thought about it?"

"Yes."

Felix lifted the Disillusionment Charm on Hermione, and at the same time took out a small beaded bag from the ring and handed it to her. "I originally wanted to give it to you as a Christmas gift, so I'll give it to you in advance - I don't need to say more about how to use it, right?"

"No, thank you, professor!" Hermione said happily.

She was not worried about Harry's safety. With two professors and the headmaster around, he would not die anyway, but she didn't want to see Harry fighting the basilisk alone.

They are best friends!

Hermione carefully hid in the shadows, and she tried to make her steps as light as possible.

On the field, Harry struggled to dodge the basilisk's tail and the flying debris. Without the help of the magic puppet, he was at an absolute disadvantage.

Harry hissed, "Be quiet!"

But the basilisk was already crazy, and its eyes were blind, which almost meant its death - either being killed or starving to death. What's more, they broke into the secret room.

"Kill... Kill..." The basilisk hissed and swung its tail at Harry.

"Swoosh!"

A sharp whistle cut through the air, and a emerald green vine as thick as a wrist climbed up the basilisk's tail and forcibly ended its attack.

Harry showed an expression of disbelief.

"Hermione!?"

The little witch wrapped the other end of the devil vine around the stone pillar to fight against the terrifying power of the basilisk. "Harry, run!"

Harry didn't have time to think about why Hermione appeared here. He ran away quickly and was tripped halfway. It was the Sorting Hat, the big silver bird that brought it to him!

Not long ago, the basilisk discovered him as an intruder and decided to kill him and Ron. At this time, no parseltongue was useful. The "master's order" in its mouth was everything.

At the critical moment, a large silver bird suddenly appeared, not only pecking out the basilisk's eyes, but also bringing him the Sorting Hat after a short disappearance.

He didn't know why, but he believed that the Sorting Hat must be useful for the current situation.

He picked up the tattered hat and put it on his head, muttering softly, "Please help me no matter what."

No voice answered him, but the hat pressed tighter and tighter, as if an invisible hand was desperately grasping the Sorting Hat on his head.

Bang!

A heavy and hard object fell on Harry's head, almost knocking him unconscious. Harry found that it was a shining silver sword with a dazzling egg-sized ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

Not far away, Felix's sight froze. Is that... the Sword of Gryffindor?

The symbol of courage and faith of the four giants of Hogwarts, Gryffindor?

He turned his head and stared at Dumbledore. Is this what you want to confirm?

Dumbledore did not pay attention to his gaze. His eyes fell on the basilisk through his half-moon glasses, and his lips opened and closed silently.

This made Felix feel a little bit wrong, it was a very strange feeling. In his sight, the magic of the basilisk, Harry and Hermione was very conspicuous, but there seemed to be something more on the field.

Under the Disillusionment Charm, he bent his fingers and gently touched his brow. In an instant, the colors of all the scenes in front of him were melting and fading.

Only black, white and gray were left.

Felix looked at the battlefield in front of him. Under his calm face, there were surging waves.

In his field of vision, three steps to the left, a huge source of magic was burning like the sun. It was Dumbledore. From his feet, magic spread out a line, and the other end of the line connected to the ground under the basilisk.

There was a huge wave of magic hidden there. From his unique perspective, the ground was like water waves, surging and undulating.

What was this?

Did Dumbledore secretly take action?

It seemed to be some kind of Transfiguration, but he had never seen such an outrageous Transfiguration...

Felix was in a very complicated mood at the moment.

It turned out that without his knowledge, Dumbledore had already put the basilisk in a cage.

At this moment, Felix didn't care about the situation on the field at all. There was no need. The basilisk was just a large tool. Perhaps its only value was to cooperate with Harry in a play so that Dumbledore could see something clearly.