harry potter book of crimes

Was the letter sent by Willy's father to Maka really just to convey the message that he was strong enough to deal with the basilisk?

No, of course not.

Just a basilisk will not pose a threat to the head of the Blois family who has the inheritance of ancient summoning skills, even if this basilisk is obviously extraordinary.

On this point, not only Mr. Blois himself is fully confident, but even Maka is well aware of this. After all, he had personally fought with this man in the underground vault of Darkling Pavilion.

So, what exactly did Blois want to tell Maca through that urgent letter, that "reassured" message?

At this point, the answer is actually obvious.

…

Not long after Akinbad, who was missing an arm and blinded one eye, arrived at Chateau Blois, in the foothills of the Monaco border.

The capable short-haired witch suddenly raised her head and glanced into the air on the opposite side - in that direction, a beam of red light shot straight up, flashing with an eye-catching brilliance.

"It seems that the basilisk wants to break out from that side again... Two of you stay here, the others close their eyes and follow me!"

Before she finished speaking, the short-haired witch suddenly flashed and disappeared with the distorted phantom of space. The rest of her companions followed her instructions and disappeared one by one. In the end, only the two of them were left standing guard.

The next moment, on the hillside at the other end, figures appeared one after another.

It can be seen that in order to prevent themselves from facing the deathly sight of the basilisk as soon as it appeared, they all decisively closed their eyes. Only the short-haired witch had her eyes open, but she lowered her eyes as soon as she appeared.

Just looking at the patch of grass in front of me.

Obviously, since the whole team almost fell into the poisonous fog last time, she would not be fooled again this time.

"Is everything okay?"

According to the surrounding sounds, it can be known that the basilisk has indeed appeared, just at the edge of the poisonous fog.

As for the team of wizards who stayed here, in order to maintain their formation with their eyes closed, most of them stood as much as possible and cast spells to contain the basilisk. Only one person was lying on the grass and motionless at the moment.

I don't know whether he is dead or alive.

After hearing the question from the short-haired witch, a strong man who was probably the leader of the team immediately said:

"Vinson fell down. He probably accidentally looked directly into the basilisk's eyes... Everyone else is fine and not injured yet."

Although he answered decisively and quickly, after all, one of his companions died on the spot, and the strong man's tone still contained some regret and sadness.

"Well," the witch responded, and after casting a spell in the direction of the basilisk, she continued, "Try harder, even if you can't kill it yet, it is still possible to injure it...

No matter what happens, we will drive it back into the poisonous fog."

"yes!"

During the brief exchange between the two, other companions threw a few more magic spells at the basilisk, and explosions and collisions occurred one after another.

Unfortunately, because there was no way to confirm whether the basilisk was injured, it was difficult for them to determine a more accurate battle situation.

At this stage, I'm afraid there's nothing wrong with using the word "bludgeoning" to describe it.

And just a few minutes after the wizards cast spells one after another in an attempt to suppress the basilisk, a stronger vibration than before caused the short-haired witch to immediately shout:

"Be careful, it's approaching!"

This time, the basilisk might have discovered that the short-haired witch had not completely closed her eyes, so it did not repeat its old tricks, but chose to forcefully attack the encirclement here.

At this moment, if anyone dares to look directly at its body, they will find that the many offensive spells in the past have not actually harmed its body at all. At best, it is on its hard skin that is extremely resistant to magic.

Some traces of varying shades were left behind.

To be honest, although a series of larger magical creatures such as basilisks and fire dragons can also use some of their innate magic, they still prefer to rely on their powerful bodies to fight with their enemies in melee combat.

Realizing that the basilisk was approaching quickly, the wizards present resisted the urge to retreat and tried their best to capture the basilisk's path.

They knew that if they couldn't help but start running backwards, they would be even more unable to confirm the location of the basilisk. At that time, there would be nothing else to do except compete with their companions to see who could run faster.

For a moment, the wizards who each judged the location of the basilisk cast spells one after another, some hit and some missed. Fortunately, the basilisk was very large, so most of them were still able to hit the target.

It's just difficult to know exactly how much effect this series of attacks can produce. They only know that the basilisk's movement speed does not seem to slow down because of this, but is getting faster and faster.

Did it not take effect at all? Or was it because it angered the other party?

Just when the short-haired witch at the head was about to ask everyone to retreat temporarily, a thick long tail suddenly appeared from the corner of her eye and whipped toward her location quickly.

She didn't have time to think about it, so she leaned over and lay down. The impact when her forehead hit the ground made her a little dizzy, but she still gritted her teeth and kept herself awake.

The second she fell to the ground, the tail whizzed past her almost close to her back, and the violent airflow even moved her body a few inches to the side.

If this hit him, he would probably be turned into a tattered sack with all his muscles and bones broken on the spot.

"Get back! Get back!" she shouted as she glanced behind her. It seemed like someone was coming this way. She quickly said, "Leave me alone! This is an order!"

The main fault was that she stood too far forward - although this was mainly to warn her companions of the poisonous fog, it was really not appropriate for a commander to stand so far forward.

This time she made a mistake in judgment.

Suddenly, the tail that had just been swung horizontally seemed to be drawn from above towards her prostrate position. As the whistling sound got closer, she hurriedly rolled to one side with her eyes closed.

Even if it’s too late, you still have to give it a try, right?

But at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the air, and immediately after, the short-haired witch felt her waist tighten.

When she came back to her senses, she found that she had been pulled aside by a magic.

"boom!"

As the soil splashed, the basilisk's tail landed hard on the spot where the short-haired witch had been just now. The force was so strong that a crack appeared on the ground.

Immediately, the short-haired witch felt a scorching wave of air approaching from the air, burning her as if even the tips of her hair were being set on fire.

"Everyone leave, leave this place to me... In addition, this poisonous mist can be ignited and eliminated with this, just use it in the direction of spread."

"Master!"

The short-haired witch quickly got up and looked back. At the first glance, she was attracted by the flying dragon composed of extremely hot flames.

But he saw the flying dragon flashing its huge wings, hanging steadily behind the head of the Blois family. Where it was, the grass was all withered and burning. If it stayed there longer, it would probably be a wildfire.

It is inevitable.

On the other side, the basilisk might have instinctively sensed the huge threat from the flaming flying dragon, and retreated to the vicinity of the poisonous mist in a blink of an eye. It seemed that as long as there was any slight movement here, it would definitely turn around and run away.

The smarter the creature, the less it likes to fight head-on. At this time, facing the extremely intimidating flying dragon, even if it knows that it may not be an opponent, it never wants to fight head-on.

Needless damage is obviously unnecessary for it.

"Master, don't you want to stay with the family? Over at the castle..."

"There is a butler over there," Blois said casually as he threw a small bottle in his hand to the short-haired witch, "Also, just now, President Akinbad of the International Federation of Wizards suddenly visited the castle. I asked him to

Lead people to set up security around the castle."

The witch took the small bottle and did not take a closer look for the time being. She just said with a little doubt:

"Mr. Ajinbad...is there any problem?"

However, Blois did not answer her question directly, but instead reminded:

"The one in your hand is called the 'Fire Bottle'. It is a work that Mr. McLean has sold to other countries. The effect is trustworthy. You can go there in a while and just smash it on the ground inside the poisonous mist."

After explaining the usage, he waved his hand towards the other party.

"And Mr. Akinbad is also someone recognized by Mr. MacLean. I think he is equally trustworthy... Go ahead! Clean up the poisonous fog quickly and don't let it spread to the Muggle towns outside."

After all the family wizards followed the short-haired witch and evacuated the place, they saw that Blois did not look in the direction of the basilisk, but instead waved his hand sideways.

In an instant, the flaming flying dragon that was hovering behind him suddenly rose from the ground, then spun around and dived away at high speed towards the basilisk.

"Roar--"

A dragon roar, accompanied by a stream of flaming dragon breath, fell towards the basilisk's raised head before it rushed near the basilisk.

As expected, when the basilisk saw this, it turned over and tried to get into the poisonous mist. The speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, the dragon's breath could not catch up, but ruthlessly burned the land where it was originally located into a piece.

Coke.

However, although the dragon's breath of the flame flying dragon also swept away some poisonous mist, there was still no change in the latter, as if the two were not in contact at all.

However, the flame flying dragon doesn't care about poisonous mist or anything like that. As long as the master's order does not change, even if the enemy gets into the sea, it will still plunge in decisively.

Both parties fled and chased each other, and within a few seconds they both got into the poisonous mist and disappeared from sight.

It was only then that Blois turned his head and looked into the poisonous mist. He remained silent and did not know what he was thinking in his heart. (To be continued)