Countless spears pierced the basilisk insuring it's death in the lounge.
Red blood was everywhere, Harry, Ron, Neville, and finally Fox who was left aside, all of them looked particularly embarrassed.
After killing the Basilisk, Sherlock could clearly feel it. That omnipotent power was gradually fading.
A feeling of powerlessness that came from the depths of his soul made his legs go weak and he almost fell to the ground. In the end, Harry found out that his state was wrong and ran over to help him up.
At this time, the huge movement in the Gryffindor tower finally attracted the group of Professors.
They crawled into the lounge and looked at the mess in front of them in shock.
"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall asked in disbelief.
Sherlock was supported by Harry, and collapsed weakly on the blood-stained sofa, speaking in an extremely weak voice.
"Don't worry about that for now, get the students back on the train. Also, do you have anything to eat? Even Hagrid's rock cakes will do. I'm so hungry right now!"
Professor McGonagall did not let Sherlock lie in this filth.
Snape flicked his wand to levitate him to the hospital wing, while Flitwick levitated Ron, who had passed out, to the hospital wing as-well, Harry also followed with Neville holding a sword was helped by Professor Mcgonagall
Madam Pomfrey, the matron, did not leave Hogwarts Castle. She stayed here after she sent the petrified students to St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She helped check on Sherlock's injuries.
"He is not seriously injured. Except for some internal bleeding, he was too physically exhausted. He needed to eat something that could replenish energy."
She took out a large piece of chocolate from her drawer. This high-calorie food could help Sherlock recover quickly. At the same time, she also left him a bottle of potion for Professor McGonagall to supervise him to drink.
After Madam Pomfrey checked Sherlock, she went to look after Harry and the three children.
Judging from the injuries they suffered, they were much more serious than Sherlock's.
Professor McGonagall stared at Sherlock and drank the potion, then asked with a frown.
"What the hell happened?"
Sherlock devoured the large piece of chocolate Madam Pomfrey had left him in three or two bites. It used to be too sweet to eat, but now he was only satisfied.
"We were deceived, the descendants of Slytherin kidnapped Neville and didn't stay in the Chamber, but went back to the Gryffindor common room to wait for Harry to come back, and then I and the three children fought him and the snake."
Sherlock's retelling was brief, but Professor McGonagall knew that things were going to be far more dangerous than what he said.
She saw Sherlock's tiredness and didn't continue to disturb his rest here, but before leaving, Sherlock cheered up and stopped her.
"Keep the basilisk's body for me. If Snape wants to keep it, don't give it to him. Tell him that we killed it with all our life. If he wants it, he must buy it with real money."
Professor McGonagall couldn't help laughing when she saw Sherlock's stingy look.
"I feel like you're a little different than before, Sherlock."
Now that he was too lazy to pretend, Sherlock, who had completely returned to his true nature, said feebly.
"I really felt like I was dying just now, and now that I'm alive again, I don't think there's anything I can't figure out."
Professor McGonagall's smile was extremely soft, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.
"This is a good thing. After experiencing life and death, people always want to understand something."
"Probably," Sherlock murmured weakly, "I'm going to sleep, Professor McGonagall, good night."
Professor McGonagall helped him pull up the curtains in the ward to block the rising sun outside.
"Good night."
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The students boarded the Hogwarts Express early in the morning, but the train had been parked in front of the station and did not run, but was waiting for news from Hogwarts.
Soon Professor Flitwick hurried to the train and told the guard here, Professor Sprout, that the Heir of Slytherin had been captured, the monster was killed, and the crisis in the castle was resolved.
In the carriage, all the students cheered. They shouted and ran off the train excitedly. Some even forgot to take their luggage.
They returned to the castle. At this time, the Gryffindor common room had not been restored to its original state. Many people saw the basilisk that was nailed to death by countless spears.
Leaving behind Snape, who was responsible for the follow-up, was frowning at the basilisk's corpse.
His spell can't be lifted, the magic on these spears.
Even though his main identity was a potion master, he was able to create multiple powerful curses as a mere student. Snape's attainments in magic spells and transfiguration was not low at all.
He could naturally see that the spears that nailed the basilisk were deformed from the fragments of desks and chairs, but it would be a bit too much to cancel the transfiguration by himself.
The magic spell that transfigured these fragments seemed to be too powerful, and Snape felt that the magic attached to it would not weaken even after thousands of years.
These spears will no longer revert to their original wood shards.
Snape only came to this conclusion after researching for a long time. In the end, he had no choice. Since he couldn't change the spears back, he simply broke them, dragged the basilisk's body out with magic, and temporarily threw them into the peach gold. in the mother's bathroom.
Among the three of Harry, Ron and Neville, Harry and Ron suffered the least injuries. They only stayed in the school hospital for one morning before they came out.
Neville was not so lucky. He was absorbed a lot of energy by Tom, and he needed to take care of Mrs. Pomfrey for a period of time before he could fully recover.
Harry and Ron had just come out of the school hospital they were surrounded by students.
Professor McGonagall hadn't ordered them not to speak out about what happened today.
So, just one noon, the whole school knew what was going on in the Gryffindor common room.
Dumbledore only returned in the evening.
When he returned to the castle, Sherlock had woken up, and a celebratory banquet was being held in the castle tonight, and before the banquet began, Sherlock came to Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore looked at Sherlock, who walked in without hesitation, stretching and yawning, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.
"I feel that less than a day has passed, and you are a little different from before."
Sherlock slumped lazily in his chair.
"I almost died today, Professor."
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