The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon couldn't open his eyes because of the basilisk's deadly eyes; all he could rely on was his ears and his senses.

As the sound of the rooster alarm clock stopped abruptly, the behemoth on the other side of the corridor suddenly moved.

It quickly crawled towards itself.

The sound of the basilisk's rough skin rubbing against the floor was especially harsh.

It turns out, with the speed the Basilisk showed, if Jon had just put all his chips on the rooster alarm clock, he would be dead by now.

The first time he heard the basilisk crawling into the corridor, the top of Jon's left wand emitted an orange-yellow light... an "eye curse" that Jon had practiced countless times, and its target was exactly where the rooster alarm clock was. position, the wand had been aimed at that position seconds earlier.

The basilisk has a high level of intelligence, and in its eyes, the rooster alarm clock may be a greater threat to it than Jon himself.

Therefore, when the sound of the alarm clock stops, the first attack target of the basilisk must be the alarm clock, not itself.

It is indeed a bit risky to do so, but it is almost impossible to accurately hit the eyes of the Basilisk with the "Eyes Curse" using only the ears.

So there is no choice.

As Jon expected, the basilisk turned around the corridor, and the first time, it opened its bloody mouth and bit the cock alarm clock.

The moment it chewed the alarm clock into its mouth, an orange-yellow light shot towards its head and then hit one of its eyes. Eye Spell will automatically track the target's eyes, provided you hit a short distance from the eyes.

"Hsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

But Jon didn't understand and didn't want to.

The basilisk's effects will be extremely painful, and this is a good opportunity!

The Desert Eagle Mark I semi-automatic pistol in his right hand fired.

"Bang..." A loud noise may have spread throughout the castle.

The magazine in the pistol in Jon's right hand holds eight bullets... In the face of such a terrifying magical beast, it is impossible to change the magazine, so he only has eight chances to shoot; but Jon has no chance at all. Plan to save ammo.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Shot after shot, with keen hearing and excellent night combat experience, almost every bullet hit the target accurately.

The 0.375 Magnum bullet is very powerful; as a special hunting bullet, it can penetrate the skull of a brown bear within a distance of 20 meters... Basilisk's thick skin can resist most harmful magic, but Can't resist bullets with such power.

With a few dull voices, a faint smell of blood instantly filled the air.

In just a few seconds, Jon fired seven shots in a row... The terrifying recoil, even the battle-hardened right arm of Sergei Pavlov, was almost broken at this time.

Jon had left a bullet in the magazine... which was about to shoot the basilisk's head through its mouth at the last moment when the basilisk opened its bloody mouth at him.

If the plan is really successful, this shot will definitely kill the basilisk; of course, on the contrary, the venom of the basilisk will also be injected into his body, and he will most likely not survive.

That is most likely a lose-lose ending.

But the basilisk did not attack.

This magical creature, the Basilisk, has a high level of intelligence. The bullet holes with blood on its body make it clear that the tall Eastern European man in front of him is not as weak and helpless as the prey he encountered before. force.

It has been injured a lot and feels danger; and the order given to it by the master does not include killing the man in front of him. Its goals have long been achieved, and have even been exceeded.

More importantly, it didn't know that the man in front of him couldn't continue the attack just now.

The basilisk began to back away a little.

Exit the hallway, and even exit the entire floor...

...

Hearing the sound of the old leather rubbing against the floor moved away a little.

Jon Hart got up and sighed in relief.

After an uphill battle, he finally managed to save his life.

But it wasn't over yet, he could now clearly hear the sound of countless footsteps coming downstairs.

The fierce battle just now almost woke up the entire castle.

Countless teachers and senior students are rushing here.

The duration of the compound decoction is only about two or three minutes... This time is not enough to run to the Hufflepuff common room in the basement.

More importantly, in front of those powerful teachers, a good KGB agent obviously couldn't get rid of their attention.

Jon took off the pistol held in his right hand with his left hand, and put it back in his pocket with his wand; then, he held his almost broken right hand with his left hand, and quickly fled to the eighth floor.

Quickly dodging a few senior Gryffindor students along the way to see what was going on, Jon finally arrived at the Room of Requirement before the transformation was over.

As soon as he stepped into the safe room, Jon fell to his knees.

The whole body began to twitch violently, and it was time to transform.

...

"Harry...wait for me..."

Just as Jon left the attack site on the front foot, two second-year Gryffindor students arrived here.

"That voice is here!" Harry-Potter said, gasping for breath, "Slytherin monster, it kills people and seems to be injured... I must catch it this time! "

"But what about that voice just now, there seems to be a fight!" Ron Weasley distinguished.

"I hope someone stops that monster!" Harry Potter muttered to himself.

"Wait a minute!" Ron Weasley pulled his sleeve behind him.

A tall boy with fiery red hair was lying on the floor... His whole body was cold and stiff, a terrified expression seemed to freeze on his face, causing his glasses to stare at the ceiling dully.

"God..." Ron fell to his knees and cried bitterly, "It's my brother... It's Percy..."

"No..." Almost at the same time, on the west side of the castle, not far from Ravenclaw Tower, came the scream of Professor Flitwick.

The cry was in shock, with a bit of anger.