Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Hogwarts, Slytherin's secret room.

Broken marble shards scattered in the space, ripples on the magic armor of the wizards.

The basilisk wriths painfully in the deformed and rugged "thorny stone forest" trap. People can hear the sound of its heavy body hitting the ground covered with barbeds and irregular stone curtains. Its slow sliding process seems to be worn out and jammed. The tape will pause a few times from time to time.

Scrimgeour closed his eyes tightly and began to follow Dumbledore's instructions for the second round of spell shooting.

There were rushing and powerful curses all around, but he still felt as if a century had passed...

Something exploded.

There was a low roar like a dragon in front, mixed with painful hiss.

Rufus Scrimgeour didn’t know what the Basilisk’s call should be, but he could hear that the monster was painful. In addition to the spicy smell of potions and stone powder, there was a smell of fishy smell in the air. The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.

and many more! It's not so much that the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, it's better to say that...

The basilisk is approaching him!

He could almost imagine in his mind the hideous picture of the Basilisk trying to get closer to them.

Suddenly, he heard a dull, dull sound right in front of him.

Porphyr.

It sounds like something heavy falling from a height onto a straw mat or thick mattress.

The next moment, the **** smell in the air became more than ten times more intense in an instant.

And the rustling crawling sound of the basilisk suddenly turned into a violent struggle, a crash, and an increasingly crazy hiss.

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

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

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

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

Roughly five meters away from Scrimgeour and others, among the deformed and rugged "rock thorns", there is a huge basilisk that is entwined and surrounded by green, glowing with the unique brilliant light of a poisonous snake. The trunk of an oak tree has been so thick for at least decades, and its body is covered with fine and terrible wounds, and the smelly black is constantly leaking out and dripping on the floor, but...

Scrimgeour's gaze stopped at the end of the basilisk's upper body, where it was supposed to be a huge flat snake head.

At least three or four meters high, a huge stone like a stone wall is pressed against the place where a snake's head should be. Behind the stone wall, a heavy, dark metal axe blade that seems to be magnified ten times Slowly rising, black blood like ink fell down the blade.

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

"Professor Dumbledore, are you..."

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

Porphyr.

The giant metal axe blade slashed down silently, hitting the position of the basilisk "neck", making the strange muffled sound that Scrimgeour had just heard.

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

The basilisk's tail swayed wildly behind the axe blade.

Even if there were all stone thorns bulging in all directions, it didn't have any posture of sluggish stagnation.

The stone thorn carved terrible scratches on the green scales, but no matter how hard it struggles, it can’t escape. Under the magic of the wizards, the smashed stone thorn recovers quickly as if it’s alive, following the cracks. The scratches penetrated deeper, tearing open a larger wound.

And right above, the metal axe blade still rises and falls circularly, without a pause.

The painful grunt of the basilisk became weaker and weaker.

"No!" Scrimgeour heard Newt's voice hoarsely harsh, "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. Way! Or more value!"

The wand in Dumbledore's hand stopped undulating, and the great axe without a blade stopped in mid-air, dripping viscous blood downward.

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

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

Newt glanced at the dying basilisk in front of him, and spoke quickly with some eagerness.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. After all, it is the legacy of Salazar Slytherin at Hogwarts. If we can, we may be able to limit its dangers and observe carefully. To study and understand this..."

"It sounds like it makes sense, but—"

Just when Newt was still racking his brains to organize language, the words behind him suddenly stopped, and a touch of panic appeared on his face.

From an angle that Scrimgeour and the others could not see, "Dumbledore" suddenly grinned, and an evil and pleasant light flashed in his azure blue eyes.

"My dear, Mr. Scamander-these requests are not within the scope of our previous plan..."

The next moment, "Dumbledore"'s wand crossed a half arc.

The heavy, huge metal axe kept floating towards the top of the secret room, and finally stopped on the ceiling.

"So, it's a pity..."

Aye Dumbledore whispered, casually directing his wand to draw rests.

"I reject!"

The giant metal axe blade whizzed down, turning into a vague afterimage.

boom!

With a terrible and deafening sound, the metal axe blade sank deep into the marble floor, and a jet of black blood rushed out like a fountain. The body of the basilisk that had lost its head bounced high, spraying black struggling towards it. Blood, like **** descends.

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

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

Then, slowly began to flow downward.

"You guys have worked hard, we can start to clean up the battlefield—"

Dumbledore turned around and looked at the same sluggish members of the Ministry of Magic behind him, and his unique gentle smile appeared.

"Thanks to everyone working together to limit the basilisk, and working together to create a geographical advantage, we were able to safely and efficiently eradicate the hidden dangers of Hogwarts for many years. This is a life worth remembering and remembering in the history of Hogwarts. An important moment...but our mission is not over yet. The basilisk lair and the corpse of this big snake still have to find ways to detect and deal with it, so you have to work hard for a while."

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

"By the way, I have to tell the upper side. Everything is going well on our side, so they can rest assured."

"Gryffindor, 45 points; Hufflepuff, add..."

...

A few hours later.

Hogwarts, the principal's office.

Elena, Newt, Nicole, and the three little ones stood by the door, quietly watching the two hundred-year-old wizards who had just completed a performance of "Big Change Living", Grindelwald. Still waving his magic wand, patiently cleaning the dirt under his robe.

And Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk with his fingers crossed and his expression calm and calm.

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

For a time, there was silence all around.

Suddenly, an angry, hoarse, low voice sounded.

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

Newt Scamander said calmly, after the "Abe Dumbledore" showdown, he still perfectly performed the duty he was supposed to have. uukanshu.com assisted the people in the Ministry of Magic to decompose and clean up the basilisk corpse, and roughly explored the basilisk lair.

However, this does not mean that he forgave the exchange of identities between these two old crooks.

The only thing that gave Newt some comfort is that this time, he was finally kept in the dark.

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

In fact, after learning that “Old Potato” and “Old Carrot” exchanged their identities again, the anger in Elena’s heart is not much less than that of a certain Newt Scamander who has just been toyed with. It can be said that she successfully recalled a certain episode.

New hatred and old grievances were added together, and this time she decided to settle the accounts.

Elena's gaze crossed Newt, who was standing in the front, toward the two old guys in the principal's office.

——

——

Great!