[HP] Noble

It is an extremely dangerous thing to ask the earth spirit to take the upper body.

Because the aftermath work is very cumbersome, a bad trouble is easy to cause sequelae-such as waking up to find that I am very interested in bird eggs on the tree...so there are not many uses of this type of spell in Scorpius' lifetime In his experience, this was the first time he had used such a spell without the supervision of a guardian.

This is equivalent to inviting a snake to perform a partial act of seizing his body.

In addition to gaining a part of the upper body of the snake to control the human body, correspondingly, the spirit inviter himself will gain some of the snake's own abilities—for example, even he can understand some of the snake's language now. In technical parlance, a temporary Parseltongue? ...In short, he understood that the basilisk was hissing, screaming "intruder" and "kill you" in a voice that seemed to have been scalded by boiling water.

On the other hand, because he successfully (sort of) invited the upper body of the earth spirit, his eyes have now molted to match the eyes of the snake, which means that he will no longer be afraid to look at the deadly eyes of the basilisk—he It can sense heat and judge the existence and specific orientation of surrounding creatures. Now, as the only giant in the secret room, the basilisk is a wriggling blue thing in the eyes of Scorpius. Snakes are cold-blooded animals, so snakes The color of the monster's outline is very similar to the color of the surrounding environment, almost blending into one, but a very vague outline, which is completely different from the red figure of Draco shaking around Scorpius at this time.

When the gravel rubbed against his face, his face, which was already tense and completely tense, was scratched so painfully at the moment. Seeing the dangers coming from under the tail of such a huge monster, Scorpius was so shocked that he almost peed Pants, he couldn’t believe what would happen if such a dozen tails were drawn head-on and they couldn’t dodge in time—now, he finally knew what the warriors who faced those giant dragons felt during the Triwizard Tournament up.

…Obviously, it was quite immoral for Draco to ruthlessly laugh at Potter or that girl with Veela blood for being so embarrassed.

But at this moment, after slapping the gravel off his face, Prince Slytherin seemed to have finally come to his senses that what he was facing was not some cute dragon baby, and finally a little belated tension was tainted in his voice , the half of his small face exposed outside the tattered cloak covering his eyes was tense, and he firmly grasped the wand in his hand, "What was that just now? We will be photographed as meat paste! We shouldn't Come down!"

"Oh, it's too late." Scorpius said coolly, while holding Draco's head to let him avoid the attack from the basilisk's tail again, he grabbed Draco and ran all the way to a slightly open place.

"Weasley's going to save Mole, Potter's going to be a hero—I mean, what's our business anyway?" Draco's voice was shaky from running. sound.

"It's none of our business, but we're still down because of your idol baggage—ohhhhh, or those gossips about the Malfoys who have disappeared!" Scorpius said angrily, " Now raise your wand, right hand twelve o'clock—"

Draco obeyed his command almost subconsciously, with a shake of his hand, a red light that didn't look so brilliant shot out from the tip of his wand - it was a cutting spell that still looked very unfamiliar, and the spell was right Improperly shot in the back of the basilisk, it was unharmed, and, it seemed, even more angry, "..."

"How?" Draco asked nervously.

"If we simply wanted to offend it, we succeeded." Scorpius said coolly.

"Oh," Draco twisted his face back looking disappointed.

At this time, Draco was still young, and the offensive magic he had been exposed to was relatively small. Compared with the plague spell that he could easily pick up in the fifth grade, he was as innocent as an angel in the second grade ,certainly--

"Stop it, Draco, you know you can't use black magic anymore! Not even now!"

It's just relative to his own standard.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Draco snarled angrily, hanging down his wand, "I can tell that the slashing spell is useless to it, its hide is too hard, and I hope to keep it A complete corpse!"

"This is not something we can consider now," Scorpius said. "Only the basilisk is qualified to consider whether we should leave us a little finger bone for collection."

Even so, under Draco's prompting, Scorpius got some tips to save them from taking some detours and wasting energy: for example, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin said nothing at all Wrong, in the black market, the armor made of basilisk skin is second only to the dragon armor. If you want to use Gallon to price it, it must be an astronomical figure, because the basilisk skin is the same as the dragon skin, invulnerable to fire and water. Do not invade.

At this time we need to adapt.

work around!

Scorpius thought about it, but he never thought of a spell that could physically damage the dragon's skin. He even began to recall how those warriors saved their lives from the dragon's teeth in the Triwizard Tournament - and Obviously, it would be impractical to conjure up a puppy to attract the attention of the basilisk, which only needs to swallow it for a second before turning its head and continuing to chase them; Scientifically, the entrance to the secret room may have been closed, even if it is not closed, this is not outside, and the small space flying around like flies will only make them die more quickly.

This is not the ending Scorpius wanted.

In the process of thinking, he was still instructing Draco to cast spells—because he couldn't speak well at this moment, it was impossible to say any spells accurately, so he could only hiss and spit Such a good tongue, prompting Draco to use all kinds of spells——

"Seven o'clock direction, tearing curse!"

"Diffindo!—"

"Nine o'clock direction, burning curse!"

“Furnunculus (fire roasted hot and spicy)!—”

"Three o'clock, knotting spells - for God's sake, Draco, I think its tail curled up for a moment!"

"That's just what it wants to do! Don't kid yourself, Gretel!"

Draco flicked his wand angrily, this time before Scorpius directed him to throw another red spell - a spell Scorpius hadn't seen before, he only had time to hear Draco's fast The sound of the spell sounds like a cutting spell that has been used and failed, but there is something different about the pronunciation-yes, from the red light that is directed at the basilisk. With a little black light, it can be seen that this must be a transformation spell mixed with black magic!

"Draco!!" Scorpius snarled and turned his head, "I said, don't use—"

Before he finished his words, he heard the basilisk behind them growl as if it was being hurt!

Scorpius was startled, his eyes widened and he twisted his head as if in disbelief, and then he saw that in the corner of the secret room at this moment, the basilisk was obviously twitching and curling up because of the pain. Click!

"It works, it works!" Scorpius grabbed Draco's collar and said tremblingly, "What combination of spells?!"

"It's a spell of another nature. My mother invented it, and it's used to prune the roses in the garden." Draco slapped his claws on his collar with a dark face. "It's something special, I swear, If you use it to cut jelly, it's also a point-and-shoot effect, it's a spell designed according to the object itself-"

"Regardless of hardness! Tailor-made! We need spells like this!"

"It's like this," Draco frowned, "don't yell, even if you yell like a lunatic at the moment, I can't tell you what kind of spell my mother combined with the cutting spell to have such a Effect--"

Before the platinum noble could finish speaking, he heard the senior Slytherin beside him shout: "Smart Potter!"

Draco: "...what?"

Even if he couldn't see it now, he was quite sure that his eyebrows must have flown to his forehead.

Draco: "I can't see. Is there something wrong with my hearing? What did you just say, Gretel? Smart what—"

This time, Draco still couldn't finish what he wanted to say, because he was once again grabbed by the collar of the senior Slytherin, and he could feel that the other party was very close to him at this moment, and his cold All the breath hit his face... Prince Slytherin closed his mouth, and the strong man suppressed the complaint that had already reached his lips, and pressed his lips tightly...

And the next second, he heard in his ear, the senior Slytherin lowered his voice, and the words still sounded vaguely said: "It's a marking spell, what we want to use is a marking spell!"

Draco froze slightly.

Then it suddenly became clear.

They should have thought of this a long time ago. If they want to cut the hard cortex like dragon skin, they should find another way instead of step by step. Very suitable, whether this thing is on boulders or leaves, it just plays a role of "scratching them and marking them".

Its nature determines that even in the face of the hardest dragon skin, which is invulnerable to water and fire, it still has the same effect.

At this moment, all the Slytherins need is the effect of its "cut them apart" step.

Draco raised his wand.

"Six o'clock, directly opposite you, Draco!"

"Flagrate!"

A thick, bright red light shot out from the front of the hawthorn wand, and this light beam hit the basilisk's head straight. The narrow secret room restricted Draco's escape route, and also restricted the giant monster like the basilisk. The marking spell landed on one of the basilisk's eyes, and the fiery red "Z"-shaped wound tore its hard scales, from its smooth head all the way to the bottom of its eyes!

The basilisk slapped its tail in pain—the entire floor of the secret room was shaken by its movements, and thick blood flowed out from its eyes, and the blood dripped on the ground, emitting concentrated sulfuric acid to corrode objects At the same time, it is making a painful "hissing" sound!

"Where did it hit?" Draco asked expectantly, craning his neck toward the source of the sound, "I think it worked, at least it sounded like—can you see it?"

"It worked," said Scorpius, "it hit him in the eye, and now he's missing a weapon, or we might as well put his other eye-"

Scorpius was talking, but found that the Slytherin prince beside him suddenly became quiet. He turned his head to look at him, but found that Draco was also twisting his head at this moment, as if he was talking to him through the cloth strip. Look at each other.

The two were silent for a moment.

Draco suddenly asked: "Gretel, I think I have an idea, have you heard the myth of Medusa?"