The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The Hogwarts Castle at night looks a little gloomy.

Dark lights shone on the walls, and correspondingly there were crunching footsteps... An unfamiliar Eastern European face appeared in the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle, with a black cloak covering most of his face.

Jon Hart tried his best to move as fast as possible. After all, there might be teachers or administrators patrolling the school late at night... You have to hurry up and be careful not to be caught by them.

Turning a corner, he saw a portrait at the end of the corridor on the eighth floor. The portrait was of a very rich woman wearing pink clothes. The rich woman had closed her eyes and fell asleep.

It seems to be a portrait of the Fat Lady... so that should be the Gryffindor common room over there.

While Jon was thinking in his heart, suddenly, there was a sudden sound from the portrait.

Jon's face changed, and he quickly dodged behind an armor.

The fat lady's portrait was pushed away; then, he saw a tall, red-haired boy crawling out from behind the portrait. Jon's face was a little familiar, and he seemed to be Gryffindor's prefect: Percy Weasley.

I saw the sixth grader of Gryffindor, humming a little tune, walking past the armor, completely unaware that there was a person hiding behind the armor.

After the other party completely walked out of his sight, Jon just followed up on tiptoe.

Unluckily, he seemed to be on the road with Percy Weasley.

I saw Percy Weasley leisurely walk past the Muggle Studies classroom and then down the stairs; Jon had to slow down and follow behind him.

Going down a few flights of stairs together, through a long corridor, Percy Weasley chose to turn right... Looking at the direction he was going, it seemed to be going to Ravenclaw's tower?

Jon suppressed his gossip and stopped... At the corner of the corridor, he was going to wait for Percy Weasley to completely leave his sight before going downstairs to the basement and back to Hufflepuff's public rest room.

Unexpectedly, Percy Weasley only took a few steps, then stopped, took out the mirror from his pocket, and slowly began to comb his hair.

Jon was a little speechless, didn't you dress up in advance when you came out for a date, but crammed?

I only took that little compound decoction before, and the transformation time was only ten minutes... Now it has been delayed by this Gryffindor prefect for almost three or four minutes.

Patience, Jon also sat in the corner of the corridor.

...

Suddenly, in the middle of the night, Jon heard a strange sound.

From Sita's side, the sound started small, but it got closer... It sounded like old leather rubbing against the floor.

this sound? Jon's face suddenly changed, how is this possible!

Is it a basilisk?

But why did the Basilisk appear at Hogwarts at this time?

According to the original plot, shouldn't Tom Riddle's diary be in Harry Potter's hands during this time period, and Potter hasn't found a way to talk to the diary yet.

The plot is so coincidental that it has changed during this time period!

Without the slightest hesitation, Jon quickly took the cock alarm clock from his pocket and turned the clockwork.

"Who is it?" Percy Weasley also seemed to notice the difference, but before he could pull out his wand, it was all over... In the mirror in his hand, he saw a bright yellow-green light; then His body solidified there, turned into stone.

Moreover, the old leather rubbed on the floor again, getting closer and closer... Jon frowned, the basilisk was crawling towards him, it had found itself!

"Oh...oh...oh..." The sound of the rooster alarm clock also sounded at this time.

With this sharp cry, Jon noticed that the behemoth in the darkness seemed to stop.

The basilisk hissed in the air, and it seemed to be afraid and apprehensive of the sound of the rooster alarm clock.

However, it did not turn away, but continued to circle the other side of the corridor.

Rooster's crowing is deadly to the basilisk... But the rooster's croak simulated by the alarm clock is only a simulated croak. It does not have the same effect. At most, it can only make the basilisk habitually generate fear. .

The two sides seemed to be confronting each other like this.

Jon decisively put the sounding alarm clock on the ground.

The alarm's duration is only 20 seconds, and if it stops, it will take at least five seconds to re-adjust it to get it to croak again.

And the basilisk was so close to him that Jon couldn't guarantee whether it could climb up to him and kill him in five seconds.

So he started backing away from the cock alarm clock.

However, he didn't leave too far, or ran away directly.

During this half term, he spent a lot of time studying the nature of the basilisk... According to his research on the basilisk, he knew very well that although the basilisk was huge, it was very light... When it attacked its prey, it was the fastest can reach 15 meters per second.

Even if Sergey's body is quite strong, it is still impossible to run the speed of the Basilisk.

So running away is the stupidest choice; once you leave your back to the basilisk to chase, even if you run a distance of more than 100 meters first, the end will be ten seconds later, the back will be pierced by the basilisk's fangs.

Either become food for the basilisk, or die from the venom of the basilisk. After all, he couldn't guarantee that a phoenix would come out to save people.

The only one you can rely on is yourself!

Jon only chose to step back by a distance of about ten meters.

According to records, the basilisk of the ancient Greek wizard "Despicable Haierbo" lived for almost nine hundred years, and it was nine meters long when it died... And the basilisk of Slytherin lived for more than 1,000 years, so his The length should be about ten meters.

It might take a while for the ten-meter-long behemoth to turn a corner at the junction of the corridor.

Although the farther you are, the more you can ensure your own safety, but the long distance will greatly reduce the power and accuracy of the pistol...

Therefore, this position can not only ensure one's own safety for a short period of time, but also allow the Desert Eagle Mark I pistol to exert its maximum power; at the juncture of life and death, one must take some risks.

He picked up the bamboo wand in his left hand, and a pistol in his right hand...

Jon Hart, or more precisely Sergey Pavlov, lay on his stomach, glanced at the corner of the corridor ahead, and closed his eyes.

Waiting quietly for the hunter, or the prey to arrive.

The sound of the alarm clock finally stopped.

The sound of old leather rubbing against the floor resounded in the corridor again.