Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Just as Snape carrying Lockhart disappeared around the corner, a loud scraping sound of scales scraping against rocks echoed from the depths of the tunnel!

It's obvious that it's a basilisk!

Kane instantly crossed his two wands in front of his chest, silver and blue runes crawling all over the wands as if they were alive: "It's here."

Before the words were finished, two enormous, golden eyes lit up at the end of the darkness, their vertical pupils contracting like blades.

The basilisk's enormous head burst through the rock wall, its dark green scales still stained with fresh blood—the marks of its hunt in the forbidden forest had not yet dried.

"Close your eyes!" Dumbledore commanded in a deep voice, the Elder Wand tracing a golden arc in the air. "Close your eyes and shut your ears!"

The spell exploded in the air into a net of light, forcibly obscuring the basilisk's vision.

But the basilisk roared deafeningly, its tail sweeping down like a battering ram. Kane, instead of retreating, advanced, his silver-blue wand tracing a perfect arc:

"Wall of Frost!"

A crystal-clear ice wall rose from the ground, the snake's tail slamming into the ice surface, cracks spreading like a spider web but not breaking.

Kane's grey-blue eyes gleamed behind the ice wall: "Blind him first!"

Dumbledore had already taken to the air, the Elder Wand spinning into a golden halo above his head: "Fiercefire Phoenix Form!"

The golden flames transformed into a phoenix spreading its wings, shrieking as it pounced on the basilisk.

The basilisk raised its head and spewed out a dark green poisonous mist. The moment the flames collided with the poisonous mist, the entire tunnel was illuminated as if it were a hellish inferno.

The snake-shaped reliefs on the walls came to life, the stone snakes hissing but daring not to approach the battle.

Just then, Snape, who was supposed to leave, turned back—he roughly shoved the unconscious Lockhart into a crevice in the rocks, and his black robes billowed as he joined the battle.

"I thought you ran away with the wounded." Kane raised an eyebrow, and another hawthorn wand shot out a scarlet spell that exploded into sparks on the basilisk's scales.

Snape glanced at Kane.

He definitely didn't come back because he was worried about that kid!

He just wanted to see Kane flee in a sorry state under the attack of the basilisk!

That's right!

As for Lockhart, he had already drunk his specially made healing potion.

As long as they don't die, who cares about any aftereffects!

At the same time, black liquid seeped from the tip of his wand: "Shut up, Malfoy."

The liquid gushed out like a living snake, coiling around the basilisk's neck—"Touch of Corrosion!"

The basilisk writhed in agony, its scales hissing and emitting white smoke as they corroded.

Dumbledore seized the opportunity and swung his staff: "Ring of Binding!"

Three golden halos descended from the sky, encircling the serpent monster's head, body, and tail respectively.

That wasn't ordinary magic; it was a fusion of ancient runes and elven spells.

The basilisk's head, seven inches, and tail were simultaneously locked, and its dark green scales curled and charred under the scorching golden light. At this moment, the basilisk's eyes could no longer be seen.

"Now!" Dumbledore's white hair flew wildly, and the tip of his staff emitted a sun-like light. "Holy Flame Judgment!"

Golden flames cascaded down like a waterfall, and the basilisk roared deafeningly amidst the fire.

But just as the flames were about to engulf those yellow eyes, the black gem on the basilisk's forehead suddenly exploded!

Black mist surged from the shattered gemstone, condensing into countless small snakes that lunged at the three.

Snape's Corruption Curse was easily devoured by the black serpent, and Dumbledore's flames were also blocked.

"let me."

Kane's voice was eerily calm. He crossed his two wands in front of his chest, and silver-blue runes and scarlet spelllight spiraled upwards like a double helix.

His voice echoed through the tunnel, each syllable making the rock walls tremble, "Scattered!"

The black snakes froze as if struck by lightning, then turned into black smoke and dissipated.

But even more astonishingly, the basilisk actually stopped struggling, and fear appeared in its giant, golden eyes for the first time.

Snape nearly dropped his wand: "By Merlin... Magical Intimidation! He's already reached this level of magical power!"

Should I try to be a little more cheerful in Potions class from now on?

What if he suddenly attacks? I can't beat him right now!

At that moment, Kane reached out his hand to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's blue eyes were unfathomable: "What do you want, Kane?"

"The Sword of Gryffindor." Kane's grey-blue eyes turned to the old headmaster.

The air froze for three seconds.

Dumbledore suddenly smiled—a smile that contained admiration, vigilance, and a certain decisiveness.

He reached into the void, and Fox instantly flew over!

Drop a hat from a great height!

That was the Sorting Hat!

"Ugh, I'm about to throw up..."

The sorting cap was caught by the principal.

"You know too much, son," Dumbledore said, handing the Sorting Hat to Kane. "But sometimes...knowing too much is safer."

"What are you doing? Don't come in! Be gentle! You're too rude!"

The Sorting Hat kept chattering away, while Kane fumbled around inside.

Kane gripped a longsword inlaid with rubies tightly!

The moment Kane caught the sword, the ruby ​​on the hilt suddenly lit up—it was acknowledging the swordsman!

Snape's pupils contracted to pinpoints: "This is impossible...only the real Gryffindors..."

"The Sorting Hat's judgment has never been the only standard." Kane twirled his sword.

A wisp of flame flowed along the blade, forming ancient runes.

Kane is not like Harry; he wouldn't be foolish enough to rely solely on the power of a sword.

Kane continued forward, the poisonous mist evaporating into wisps of smoke three feet in front of him: "Godric Gryffindor used this sword to slay the Hungarian Hornet Dragon, not because of its sharpness, but because he believed when he raised it that he would surely kill the dragon."

He stopped, turned to look at Dumbledore, and a smirk, almost arrogant, played on his lips.

"Give me the sword. I promise that when the blade falls—both the basilisk's head and Voldemort's ambition will become history, just like that dragon back then."

"Interesting! Absolutely fascinating! Slytherin blood wielding Gryffindor's sword!"

The hat somersaulted in the air. "Want me to transfer you to another hospital right here? I bet you'll get in—"

"Shut up, hat." Kane didn't even look up, his wand drawing three shields around his body: an ancient silver-blue protective shield, a scarlet vampire rune, and a strange pearly light membrane!

Snape even forgot to unleash his sharp tongue: "Is it really necessary?! So many defenses?"

Kane has already made a move.

I cast a speed-up spell on myself.

With a flick of the wand in mid-air, a dazzling aura of runic light burst forth from the tip.

The halo exploded above the basilisk's head, transforming into countless silver chains that bound its massive head.

The basilisk struggled frantically, breaking the chains inch by inch, but that was enough to buy it a second.

It only takes one second.

Kane's figure vanished from the spot—not through apparition, but through an afterimage created by extreme speed.

When he reappeared, he was standing on the basilisk's lowered head, holding the Gryffindor sword upside down with the tip pointing downwards.

"—This sword strike will be executed without any surprises."

The sword pierced down.

It wasn't a brute-force piercing, but a precision akin to surgery—the sword tip penetrated the gaps in the scales, avoiding the hardest part of the skull, and thrusting straight at the basilisk three inches above its left eye.