Chapter 2527 man on a mission (twenty)

Sometimes the Room of Requirement is more like a utility room filled with old things than it is always decorated to suit the needs of those seeking help.

Pomona and the house elves found a large tent here. It was most likely used for a large event and then forgotten here.

As long as the hole that Hu Meizi bitten was repaired, it would still be usable. Then Pomona asked the elves to continue searching, and they found several smaller tents, each with a space expansion spell inside.

Divide it into several rooms and put furniture inside. With these tents, you don’t have to go to Hogsmeade to rent a house for students to live in. Camping by the beautiful Black Lake in midsummer may leave beautiful memories, she said for herself

She felt complacent about her "wisdom", and she was definitely not doing it to save money.

"Headmaster." said the house elf Sweetie. "The Headmaster of Ravenclaw is waiting for you outside the door."

Her good mood suddenly disappeared.

"Tell him I'm not here!" Pomona said in a low voice.

"Honey can't lie to a wizard," the house elf said pitifully.

Pomona rolled her eyes and weakly walked out of the Room of Requirement.

Filius was standing in the corridor, wearing a crisp tuxedo, looking like he was going to a concert.

When he saw Pomona, who was covered in gray, walking out of the Room of Requirement, the two of them were silent for a while, and then he praised, "That's just what you wear."

"Thank you, Filius." Pomona said politely, "That's just what you wear."

Felivi sighed heavily, shook his head, and walked down the stairs with his short legs, Pomona following behind leisurely.

At this time, she deeply felt the benefits of power. Minerva did not need to participate in this operation because she was the vice-principal.

The two arrived at Myrtle's bathroom. Filius took out the wand from his coat pocket and pointed it at the entrance to the secret room. He opened the entrance without using Parseltongue.

"Please go first." Filius said gentlemanly.

"I really think it's unnecessary to say ladies first at this time." Pomona muttered, then jumped in and slid along the pipe to the bottom.

The rat's bones acted as a buffer, and at this moment she felt that it didn't matter if she wore a dirty witch's robe that was a little dirtier.

On the other hand, Li Wei, who slipped in next, was wearing a tuxedo that was spotless and the same as before.

"Let's go." Felivi said, taking the lead to walk inside.

The shed skin of the basilisk is still there, but it has been rolled up, which makes the entrance to the secret room much neater and cleaner.

When they reached the door, the second door of the secret room had been opened, and Snape was facing the dead basilisk with his back to them.

There was a faint smell in the secret room. It was unclear whether it was caused by sewage or the rotting corpse of the basilisk.

But if it is a normal animal carcass, even if it does not turn into a skeleton in a year, it will be highly decomposed. It will not be like the current basilisk. It looks like it has been dead for less than a week. Although the eyes were pecked out by Fox, the flesh and blood are exposed.

Outside, there were no flies or other insects flying around it.

Maybe it's because the basilisk's blood is also poisonous, just like its venomous teeth.

"It doesn't look like a snake, it looks like an eel," Pomona said.

Filius and Severus looked at her together.

"Snakes only have two fangs in their mouths, while eels have all sharp teeth in their mouths," Pomona explained.

"Where do we start?" Severus asked Filius.

"Normally I would suggest starting from the abdomen, but Mr. Potter left us a gap that we can use." Filius said.

"What about you?" Severus asked Pomona patiently.

"I agree." She nodded repeatedly. "Have you ever seen whale corruption..."

Neither man wanted to pay attention to her, but she kept chattering, "Although it looks fine on the surface, its belly is full of gas. Once its belly is opened, what's inside..."

"Pomona." Severus called. "If you don't want to help, you can step aside."

She immediately jumped away from the basilisk, while Filius was still looking for a hole in the basilisk's head.

Harry Potter put his hand into the basilisk's open mouth, and then used the Sword of Gryffindor to pierce the basilisk's head from the upper jaw, and he himself was bitten by the basilisk's fangs. If not

Tears of the Phoenix, maybe he was dead at that time, but that was the only way the second-year student could find to deal with the basilisk.

Not only is the basilisk's skin as difficult to pierce as dragon skin, but it is also immune to many magics, as is dragon skin.

The main reason is that it has not been witnessed for many years, and of course, everyone who witnessed it is dead. It is not only dangerous to ordinary people, but also dangerous to dark wizards.

"I'll lift it up and you try." Filius said.

Then Filius raised his wand and floated the basilisk and its smaller head a little higher than its huge body. When it died, its head hit the ground, exactly where the breach was.

At that moment, the basilisk's body moved, as if it was about to sink into the pool where it was.

"Stop!" Pomona yelled.

Filius also put the basilisk's head back in place, and it made a heavy sound.

Severus took out a knife and tried to cut open the basilisk's jaw.

That was silverware made by goblins. When had Severus been rich enough to buy such expensive things for himself?

Then she remembered the 20 gold galleons that had been taken away from him for the magic potion to remove hairy crabs, and she instantly understood where his money came from.

"Stop cutting, look at mine." Filius said, seeming to have given up on dissecting from the head, and pointed the wand at the basilisk's abdomen.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp~"

A harsh sound echoed in the secret room, like a drill cutting hard marble.

A minute later, Filius put down his wand, and there was only a white mark on the basilisk's scales.

"We can't use ordinary methods," Pomona said. "The basilisk is not a product of nature."

Snape raised his wand, and a strong sour smell began to fill the air.

"If you melt it, how can we collect the materials?" Filius said.

"Don't worry," Severus said. "It doesn't work."

The three of them saw some liquid dripping from the basilisk to the ground, which corroded the ground into smoke.

This is one of the consequences of human creations. Powerful dragons will be decomposed by small creatures and enter the food chain cycle again. When humans create items, they only consider how to make them powerful, and do not consider how to deal with them later.

Anyway, on the first day of dealing with the basilisk, the expected bloody scene did not happen, and this was also the content of the meeting that night.

As for the problem of Dementors, that is a matter for the Ministry of Magic. Although it was not created by alchemy, the mad dark wizard did not consider how to destroy it when he created it. The God-calling Guardian can only drive them away.

Only then did the spirit monsters start to act fearlessly and ignore the rules of the Ministry of Magic.

Pomona sighed and said that it would be difficult for Neville to learn such advanced magic. On the contrary, Harry Potter was very good at it. She felt that his magic talent was more like his mother's than his restless father.

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James is actually a pretty good person. He has changed a lot for Lily. It is very important for a person to be willing to change for another person. She has always thought so.

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Georgiana took out her quill and began to write:

As someone who has been there, I want to tell you one thing. When Josephine decides to come back to you, it proves that she still loves you, just like I left you and returned to him now.

Josephine cried that night. Were you moved when you saw her tears? If so, it means you still care about her.

A woman's tears only work for those who care about her. If a woman cries heartbrokenly on the street, some people will stop and some will leave silently. No matter what the crying woman has experienced, it will be all the same to those who are indifferent.

They are "passers-by" and will be forgotten at the next street corner.

Our brain is like a warehouse with many things in it. In order to prevent the warehouse from being full, some of the things that are old or broken will be thrown out. My husband once described himself as being like a used tissue.

, don’t you think I’m weird? Things that others have used and don’t want are still treated as precious things by me.

I told him that I don't like heroes because heroes die early, and I really hope he can live.

But because of you, I now understand one thing. It is precisely because he is different among all living beings that I will notice him. In our world, there are many people who are against black magic because of the feeling black magic gives people.

It is bad. An Arab scholar wrote this, darkness is what is lacking in things that have the characteristics of light. We can see light, but darkness is invisible. The same invisible thing is transparency, just like

The water of Black Lake looks black on the surface, but in fact the water quality is very clean and clear.

Most of us are pursuing similar things, and death can awaken fear. Fear pulls people away from familiar and accustomed daily life, which many people don't like.

But if I repeat what we think of as "reality" day after day, I'm afraid that I will be like the man in the cave mentioned by Plato.

I don't know whether I am more afraid of death or of living like that. Now I understand, you can send someone to hunt me down, as long as he has the ability to do it, but I will not go back with him.

She paused as she wrote this.

In that hallucination, Albus once asked her: Do you still think it is important for a person to change?

She has the answer now, but she doesn't plan to write it down. Writing the letter like this is enough to make him furious, so there is no need to continue to provoke.

Will he send a pursuit team? This is not certain, because when Grassini ran to Russia, he did not send anyone to pursue him.

After the ink was completely dry, she rolled up the paper and put it into the trembling flower bracelet, planning to take it out when the time was right.

Sometimes, once the novelty wears off, the more you get to know someone, the less you like them. It turns out that many beautiful things are like phantoms created by the sun. After being dazzled for a while, you no longer feel that way when you wake up.

She felt sorry for that guy. No wonder Josephine was so confident that she asked him, "Who else will love you besides me?"

Then she took out the piece of paper, added the last sentence, and planned to put it into the bracelet after the ink dried.

But then tears fell on it, blurring the last line, and she didn't intend to rewrite it.

The garbage mood needs to be cleaned up just like garbage, and the things that should be thrown away should be thrown away. After all, no one’s home is a room where everyone can ask for things. There seems to be unlimited space to store a mountain of items.

"Mountains always meet, people meet each other, and you will meet better people." She said softly, and put the paper after the ink had dried into the trembling flower.
Chapter completed!