章節 52: Chapter 52: The Shame of Traverser
Draco Malfoy, the traverser, died after being bitten by the basilisk, leaving behind only his bones or not?
Draco didn't want his epitaph to be so simple.
But the dire situation in front of him left him with few options. The magic he was skilled in was almost completely ineffective against the basilisk's high resistance.
His spells were likely just tickling the smooth scales and might even bounce back and harm him.
He remembered how many tools Harry had used to kill the basilisk: a phoenix feather, the power of the harp, and a super assist to blind the basilisk's eyes. The Gryffindor Sword, a Magic Artefacts, cut through the scales like butter. And there was even a s
Smart Hat (well, that was just a joke).
But now he was alone and his only hope was a wand that was about to break. The gap in treatment was so large that Draco realized the basilisk had strengthened its bite force again, causing his poor wand to give a wail of impending breakage.
"Is there any magic to regenerate my broken limb?" Draco thought about giving up his injured hand and being perfect body. But if he gave up, what then? He would just have to wait for the Basilisk, now free, to force him to close his eyes. Losing a hand would only make the situation more difficult.
"It's my destiny." He sighed and prepared to use his last resort.
"Expecto Patronum!" As he remembered the spell and good memories, the broken tip of his wand still sprayed silver gas, and this time it was unobstructed.
"Ha ha ha ha." Draco laughed uncontrollably as he watched the silver rooster appear in front of him, floating in the air.
With a loud croak, the basilisk seemed to hear the most terrifying sound and immediately loosened its sharp fangs, collapsing softly to the ground without resistance.
Draco smiled nervously, not only because he had survived, but also because of his previous actions.
He remembered his tedious practice before and realized that he had been trying too hard to be foolproof.
He had even decided to move his patron saint form closer to a rooster, but he had always failed.
Today, he had used the patron saint curse with a gambling mentality but found that he had been doing unnecessary work and that his efforts had led to failure.
He thought about some theories about patron saints – that the summoned animals always symbolize certain traits deep inside the caster.
He thought about the qualities that people in the world often attribute to roosters – bravery and tenacity.
"Yes, there is the effect of prophecy." Draco thought.
The rooster croaked and announced that it was the start of a new day.
"So if I pass through with memories of the future, can this be counted?" Draco quickly composed himself, no longer laughing.
"The shame of the traverser!" Now he was uncomfortable again, longing for a different patron saint and lacking greed to make a better one.
"After the other lucky ones traversed, their patron saint was often a dragon, a phoenix, or some other magical creature. The most common patron saint, however, is the griffon."
He looked at the proud silver rooster again and wondered how he could change his temperament before he could change this image.
This is also an example. Snape have changed the shape of their patron saint due to love.
Of course, this is just a joke. Draco is very satisfied with his current patron saint, a big silver rooster.
He accepts the status quo happily because it saved his life and looks better than his previous form. The rooster raises its head proudly, looking extraordinary.
"Okay, plus pride," Draco said.
Suddenly, a strong sense of vertigo hit him and he collapsed to the ground.
The excessive blood loss and continued high tension had pushed Draco to his limits.
Now that the threat to his life was gone, he could no longer support himself. Without magical support, the patron saint rooster also drifted away with the wind, returning to the void.
The room was silent.
A few minutes later, an old man and a girl appeared on the floor of the secret room. The girl had tears in her eyes and an anxious expression on her face.
"No!" Seeing Draco had fallen, Hermione's heart clenched with self-blame.
If she had retained her usual calm, she would have noticed that if Draco had really failed, she should now be in the basilisk's belly instead of lying on the cold ground. The ups and downs of repeated joys and sorrows had also made her excited, and her anxiety suddenly fainted.
"Poor boy." Dumbledore caught the student who was about to fall backward.
As the wise wizard he was, he knew when he looked around that the crisis had been resolved. He was at most just a finishing role.
Dumbledore took Hermione's place and walked slowly over. He needed to take everyone back here, whether it was Lockhart or Malfoy, who had resolved the crisis.
He was also curious about how Draco, who was only a little more than 10 years old, had solved the snake problem. Even though some wizards may be talented, it is normal for a child to lack the magic power to break the solid protection of a snake, even if their magic spells are extremely delicate.
Besides, it seemed that there were some anti-transfiguration spells and magic items. Dumbledore's magic would not be disturbed, but it was more than enough to deal with these children.
"Hey, old man, don't let me be a hero." Seeing Dumbledore finally arrive, Draco grinned and used his last bit of consciousness to speak: "That teacher is very pitiful, let him finally take another look good." He pointed at Lockhart before finally fainting.
Dumbledore's blue eyes under the half-moon lenses flickered with a faint light.
"As you wish, child." He said. He was now the only one in the secret room who was still awake.
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