"Stop and close your eyes," Harry began, shouting in Parseltongue.

Except for the rooster.

The best way to deal with basilisks is with Parseltongue. These creatures have almost no resistance to the snake speaker and will obey the orders of any Parseltongue.

But it didn't work.

The basilisk was still rolling and twisting, crawling towards them at a rapid speed, its tongue flickering, repeating the word "Kill, kill..."

Nothing happens.

Didn't you hear it?

He shouted again, but the basilisk still did not stop and continued to move aggressively.

"Serpent language is useless?" Snape's face darkened.

Scrimgeour turned his head away in surprise and astonishment, and almost opened his eyes involuntarily. How could a little wizard from Gryffindor speak Slytherin's Parseltongue?

"It's useless. Its auditory bones must have been dug out." Harry shook his head. "It can't hear me talking. I don't know if the crowing of a rooster will still be of any use to it."

Scrimgeour waved his wand, and the chairs beside the Ravenclaw table suddenly turned into several roosters with beautiful feathers.

They crowed shrilly.

The basilisk stopped and twisted in pain.

This is a symbolic attack, and physical defects cannot be an obstacle.

"It works!" Scrimgeour cheered in surprise.

Snape sneered: "It's the basilisk that's deaf, not us. There's no need to remind you of such an obvious thing."

He took out a potion and swallowed it.

After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his head, opened his eyes, found Scrimgeour's feet, quickly closed his eyes again, and handed over a bottle of potion.

Scrimgeour was stunned: "Potter? What is this..."

"It's me." Snape's voice was cold. "Snake Eye Potion. You can sense living things without opening your eyes, as long as you are not so stupid as to not be able to tell which is the basilisk and which is us."

Scrimgeour held the bottle of medicine, a little hesitant. He really didn't trust Snape: "Potter, have you drunk it?"

"I don't need it." Harry shook his head. "Hurry up, drink it or hide."

Hide?

As an Auror, his duties prevented him from doing such a thing.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed the potion.

His eye sockets felt hot, and three red shadows appeared in his empty vision. One was tall, it was Snape, and the other was short, it was Potter, but the red on his body was even more vivid than Snape's.

And, the farthest away from myself.

The huge and long basilisk, the red color on its body almost feels like burning the eyes.

"Don't hold us back, my dear Head of the Auror Office." Snape rushed out first and waved his wand, causing the four long tables to twist and change.

It transformed into four huge snakes and pounced on the basilisk.

The five snakes were entangled together like mating. The basilisk struggled, but under the crowing of the rooster, it could not exert much strength.

Harry followed closely behind.

Puff——

Snape waved his wand again, and the basilisk hissed in pain. Huge, deep wounds appeared on its body almost out of thin air, precisely cutting through its blood vessels.

Warm blood splashed all over Harry's face.

This made him feel a little distressed: "Professor, please be gentle, at least keep the snake skin intact."

"This basilisk is enough for you to make four or five sets of ridiculous armor." Snape sneered, but when he waved his wand again, the evil and sharp magic power all cut at the same place.

"Quinn!"

A golden shield enveloped him, and Harry prepared to move forward with his sword.

In the auditorium.

Suddenly there was a twist of magic.

The cry of the phoenix and the hot breath like fire were the spell that Dumbledore had cast before.

Harry's face changed: "Fawkes!"

Phoenix responded cheerfully.

"Don't peck the basilisk's eyes!" he shouted hurriedly and concernedly.

Fawkes made a "click" sound and looked a little confused. It...it was placed here by Dumbledore to deal with the basilisk. The Phoenix was not afraid to look the basilisk in the eye.

"That's a very rare material." Harry waved his wand, and his robe turned into a blanket and flew high up. "After we kill the basilisk, we'll cover its eyes."

Fox was very reluctant and hooked the blanket with his claws in disgust.

It's a phoenix!

I was actually assigned to do this kind of thing.

"Yarden!"

Harry cast another seal, purple runes lingered, and the basilisk's twisting movements slowed down. He followed the smell of blood and stabbed it fiercely with his sword.

Then use the hilt of the sword to gain leverage and jump onto the snake's body.

He sensed and stepped on the scales. Snape waved his wand and one of the snakes turned into a handrail, placed at both ends of Harry's body, allowing him to walk smoothly to the snake's head.

A sword stabbed down fiercely!

With a clanking sound, the sword pierced through the snake skin, but missed the skull. The bone, which was harder than steel, prevented him from piercing it.

Igni!

The flaming lava sank into the wound, burning the bones. Harry stabbed again with the sword, and this time it went smoothly and penetrated the snake's brain. He then used force from his wrist to stir it.

The basilisk's breath gradually weakened, and with a last breath of life, it struggled harder and harder, throwing Harry off.

He seized the sword and yanked it out, sending it flying and crashing down upon Scrimgeour.

Fawkes took the opportunity to drop the blanket, press the whole phoenix on it, sit cross-legged to secure it, and then crow loudly to remind Harry, "I have done what you, the nasty little brat, asked me to do."

The Sorting Hat translated: "Hey, Harry, you can open your eyes now."

Scrimgeour was the first to open his eyes. He looked at the Sorting Hat with his face close to his in surprise: "Oh... Sorting Hat, why are you here?"

"I'm not here, where should I be?" The Sorting Hat poked Harry's leather armor with the tip of its hat. "Harry, I'm about to kiss him. Hurry up and get up. I don't want this. The last person who kissed me was Rowena."

It took Scrimgeour a moment to respond.

That's Ravenclaw's name.

"I don't think she'll kiss you." Harry stood up expressionlessly.

"The Four Giants injected ideas into me, and Rowena chose this method." The Sorting Hat always inadvertently says something that can overturn the history of magic.

Scrimgeour climbed up and looked at the huge body of the basilisk and the three huge snakes still firmly fixed on it. He was a little dazed: "It's dead?"

I didn't do anything. I just used Transfiguration to create a few roosters. They are still crowing, which is annoying. I waved my wand to dispel the effect of the Transfiguration spell.

He walked forward.

Before he had taken a few steps, Snape sneered, "If I were you, I wouldn't be so anxious to die."

"Snakes don't die until they're dead." Harry shook his head and explained, "If they're not dead yet, they still have the ability to bite you back."

He paused and said, "Director Scrimgeour, your Transfiguration is excellent, but it played almost no role in the battle, so you can only get one tenth of the spoils. What do you think?"

Scrimgeour was stunned and somewhat unresponsive.

"The basilisk's teeth and eyes are mine." Snape said coldly.

"I need it too." Harry said firmly, "I can give you some of the snake skin, snake meat, and snake bones."

"Those things are of no use to me." Snape tried his best not to look at Harry's face and eyes, so that he could bargain with him calmly.

"I can make you a suit of armor." Harry threw out the chips.

Snape didn't answer at all: "I don't need that stupid stuff."

Scrimgeour was dumbfounded.

The atmosphere of Hogwarts is really good...