Chapter 514: Pocketing the Sword of Gryffindor?

The corridor was pitch black.

Sean's appearance could not be called good either.

His robes had been torn by rubble, and the dust kicked up by falling stones had stained his body.

Under the moonlight, only the Sword of Gryffindor shone with a silver light, with wisps of blood still remaining on the blade.

His expression was also somewhat weary.

Master-level Transfiguration was not difficult for him, but in actual combat, he needed to shorten his casting time as much as possible and strengthen the effects.

One must know, he had just used terrain transformation with a diameter of ten meters and a depth of two meters multiple times in a short period.

It was not far off from those ancient wizards with excellent dueling techniques.

Not to mention the Soul Transfiguration he had been maintaining—the owl and the Bowtruckle seemed to have great tacit understanding with Sean, but in reality, it consumed a massive amount of Sean's energy to command them.

The price of ending the battle in ten minutes was that his physical strength was rapidly exhausted.

Now, he was travel-worn (though most of it actually came from crawling through pipes while holding the sword in his mouth).

Fortunately, the result did not deviate much from the plan; the Basilisk had been lulled to sleep by physical and magical means.

Holding the basilisk fang, his footsteps made faint sounds in the corridor.

He soon arrived at the entrance of the Headmaster's office.

And there, Harry and the other two were staring at him intently.

"Is Sean this..."

Harry had never seen anything that could make Sean this "disheveled"; even when facing the Professor's obstacles last school year, he had been at ease.

Now his robes were torn, and his hair was stained with dust.

That sword, the Sword of Gryffindor, was stained with green blood.

"Did he succeed, or fail?"

Luo En's own voice was trembling.

The cause and result of the matter were no longer a hazy blur.

They clearly knew what a young wizard had to face.

The book said it was a fifteen-meter-long Basilisk; just coiling there, it could randomly scare two young wizards unconscious.

"Sean!"

Hermione had already run up.

Leaving Harry and Luo En to look at each other, chasing after her at a loss.

"Good evening, Hermione, Harry, Luo En."

Sean silently put away the Sword of Gryffindor; it seemed to be absorbing the Basilisk's blood and venom, so Sean did not put it into the scabbard immediately, but left it outside to observe.

"Good evening... no, I am not good at all!"

Hermione nervously scanned him, as if confirming whether he was missing any limbs, and after a long while, she let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sean, you..."

Harry's words were stuck in his throat; he paused for a while before asking,

"The Basilisk, I mean, is it the Basilisk? Is it dead?"

Sean shook his head.

"You really wanted to go deal with the Basilisk alone! My god!"

Hermione exclaimed from the side, and soon she reacted and covered her mouth.

"Hogwarts has a Basilisk... it's not dead... Hogwarts has a Basilisk... it's not dead—"

Luo En repeated his own words in a trance.

He swallowed hard, vigilantly observing his surroundings, observing the walls bathed in moonlight and the empty corridor.

As if a giant Basilisk would soon dart out and swallow them, people and bones alike, into its belly.

Sean did not pay much attention to the three's reactions; he was already very tired, and after putting the Sword of Gryffindor back, it was time for him to rest.

Harry and the other two were keen observers; upon noticing the young wizard's dim eyes, they stiffly swallowed all their doubts and watched the young wizard walk into the Headmaster's office.

"Sean... why carry the Sword of Gryffindor?"

Luo En suddenly spoke up; the green blood on the Sword of Gryffindor was too conspicuous.

However... facing the Basilisk directly and even giving it at least one sword strike, Luo En now firmly supported Sean, this Ravenclaw, being able to pull out the Sword of Gryffindor.

"... The surface of the Basilisk's skin is covered with scales, which can deflect spells."

Hermione found the book from the library and read.

The three of them fell silent for a short while.

Harry took the book and read it carefully, word for word:

【Parseltongue can make the Basilisk enter a deep sleep, thereby preventing it from continuing to grow, entering a state similar to suspended animation...】

"We have to do something."

Harry suddenly said,

"Although I don't know where the Basilisk came from, I am sure someone must be trying to use the Basilisk to cause trouble, which is why Sean would disregard danger to deal with the Basilisk.

Now he has failed, and we still don't know who this person is. Remember? Professor Qiluo was once bewitched by Voldemort..."

"You mean Luohate?"

Luo En suddenly realized; no wonder that guy was like a straw bag, it was very likely a special disguise.

No wonder Sean didn't say a word,

Because Voldemort's minions had appeared in Hogwarts again!

"Then, then, we..."

Hermione was shocked and uncertain,

"We have to tell the Headmaster."

"Don't be silly, Hermione."

Luo En said weakly,

"It's not even as good as telling Professor Sineipu, remember? When Professor Qiluo made a move on Harry, it was Professor Sineipu who was watching him."

Hermione stopped talking; many terrifying thoughts flashed through her mind.

And at this moment, inside the Headmaster's office.

The dirty, wrinkled Sorting Hat moved slightly under the moonlight—it had been lifted up.

Sean examined it, trying to find an angle to stuff the Sword of Gryffindor into it.

"No, no, that can't be done for a while, stay away from me, young wizard."

The Sorting Hat's faint and anxious voice sounded in Sean's heart.

Sean was silent.

He thought the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor were one, after all, they were both legacies of Gryffindor.

Could it be that he had to pocket the Sword of Gryffindor?

"You did well, child, just put it on the desk."

At this time, a kind and gentle voice sounded; Sean turned his head and saw Headmaster Buliduo's bright white beard in the moonlight.

"I must say, you violated more than a hundred school rules—"

Sean didn't react for a moment.

Basilisk, Chamber of Secrets, Voldemort...

His head was occupied with so much important information that he forgot he was still a student at Hogwarts.

"Oh, how interesting, you solved the puzzle all by yourself, and bravely fought that snake in the middle of the night, yet now you are troubled by regulations..."

Buliduo laughed until his beard trembled.

"You don't need to explain anything to me, child. I often think you are walking on a special path.

But forgive an old man's curiosity.

You are forcing yourself to defeat a dangerous Basilisk, what good does that do?"

Buliduo asked gently.

It seemed he wanted to ask more than just this.

"I know the Basilisk has awakened, and before misfortune happens, I need to do my best."

Sean's voice was always calm.

At Hogwarts, many things could not be hidden from Headmaster Buliduo. ===== CHAPTER 515 =====