I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 452 Death Approaching

The previous chapter has been revised.

"This...how is this possible?" Mr. Basil murmured, his voice filled with astonishment and despair.

I cannot accept this fact.

Almost immediately, his grief was replaced by immense anger; having chased after them all the way, he had lost all ability to think.

Perhaps due to the effects of amnesia, his judgment has declined exponentially.

"What did you do!"

"By the seaside—Mr. Basil questioned again, his voice filled with anger and grief."

"I have sent the dead home," the bishop said calmly as he staggered to his feet from the sea.

"The dead?" Mr. Basil's eyes reddened. "Who are the dead!"

"She is dead," the bishop said. "That is an indisputable fact. She died long ago. The 'living' version of her that you see is merely the lingering attachment of her soul."

"She didn't!" Mr. Basil roared.

Then he walked step by step toward the bishop, waving his wand and unleashing lightning.

The seawater exploded, lightning struck the surface, and the instantaneous high temperature created countless plumes of steam.

"She didn't! She didn't!! She didn't!!!"

The bishop's body was torn apart by the lightning, and his blood and flesh stained the seawater.

But he just wouldn't die.

Moreover, the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You must accept this fact." The bishop's voice was calm and indifferent. He neither got angry nor resisted, but stood calmly in the waist-deep water, looking at the man who was almost insane.

"She didn't!" Mr. Basil roared violently, almost insane.

Just then—a faint voice suddenly came from behind everyone.

"Yes—she doesn't."

Everyone instinctively turned to look.

In the woods, a silver-haired girl was leaning against a willow tree, panting heavily.

After seeing Basil turn to look at her, she weakly waved her hand.

The next moment, with a "poof," Mr. Basil appeared in front of her.

Then, the girl raised her fist and punched the boy in the chest.

"Are you deaf?" the girl said. "I called you so many times from behind, didn't you hear me at all?"

"you"

Zhang Xiaolin looked angry and wanted to say something more.

Before she could finish speaking, the boy in front of her pulled her into a tight embrace.

The girl was startled by the sudden action, and those hands—were too forceful.

She had some difficulty breathing.

But—after feeling the boy's trembling body and the slight sobbing, she unconsciously closed her eyes, reached out to comfort his back, and let herself be immersed in this sudden intimacy.

After a while, the warmth remained.

Ms. Zhang went from being shy to being angry.

She pushed Mr. Basil away, then said with a mixture of displeasure and shyness, "Have you hugged enough?"

"Reach out again, or I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

The girl leaned against the tree, clinging to her last shred of dignity.

"No!" Mr. Basil stared straight at him, his eyes almost overflowing with something.

"Get away!" Miss Zhang glared at him and said.

Her silver hair was spread out, like snow on a high mountain, but beneath the white snow should not be a fiery heart, and a smile was on her lips.

However, when her gaze shifted from Mr. Basil's shoulder to the bishop and the listless townspeople, the smile on her face vanished.

"Let's go back first," she said.

"Hmm—" Mr. Basil nodded, then grabbed Miss Zhang's arm, and with a "poof," after a spatial distortion, he disappeared from the spot.

On the shore, the bishop walked step by step from the seawater ashore, his gaze not lingering on the two wizards.

His gaze remained fixed on the sea, on the undulating Spirit Flower, and a hint of joy welled up in his eyes.

"Soon—soon," he murmured.

Their gaze then fell upon the enormous ship whose dome had already been raised.

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"puff"

After a spatial distortion.

Zhang Xiaolin and Mr. Basil appeared together in a secluded room on the Camelot.

The young man pushed open the door and helped the girl out.

Once the dome rises—the Camelot is essentially under an anti-apparition spell, and wizards can only enter and exit through this transfer chamber.

"How are you? Are you hurt?" Mr. Basil asked anxiously, seeing the girl beside him looking weak.

"It's alright," Miss Zhang said briefly, leaning against him.

"Lin!" Mr. Basil's tone turned serious. "I saw blood on you!"

"That belongs to someone else," the girl explained.

"It's complicated. I'll tell you after I take a nap."

"Everyone has developed amnesia. I'm afraid you'll forget something that happened yesterday after you wake up from a nap. Besides, this kind of fatigue can't be relieved by sleep."

"Really?" The girl blinked, her dark eyes as serene and profound as the pitch-black night sky.

I will never forget you.

Mr. Basil's heart skipped a beat; he had almost forgotten about her.

"Okay." After a moment, he added, "I'll stay with you."

The two of them nestled together as they walked toward Miss Zhang's room.

He helped her into bed.

Although the girl kept urging him to leave.

But after Mr. Basil brought a chair and sat down by her bedside, he did not move an inch further.

Zhang Xiaolin couldn't resist her, so she could only glare fiercely at the man, as if warning him not to have any improper thoughts. Then, she could no longer resist the drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Mr. Basil sat down next to the girl and watched her quietly.

He was afraid of forgetting her again.

He wanted to etch her image into his mind.

I slept soundly for a full ten hours.

During this process, Sirius Black and Winston both came and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Miss Zhang lying safely in bed.

Now—they seem to be unable to do anything but fight against oblivion. The entire ship has fallen silent, with only a few uninfected individuals, such as Xingyuan, directing the overall operation and periodically inspecting the crew's rooms.

They were terrified that someone might actually fall asleep and forget to breathe, and then drift off to sleep forever.

The sunlight over the sea gradually dimmed.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, a faint tremor came from Miss Zhang's bed.

This startled Mr. Basil, who was standing guard beside her.

He saw that the girl was helplessly opening her mouth, as if she was having a nightmare.

"Lin?" Mr. Basil called her several times, but Miss Zhang did not respond at all.

Its mouth was still open, so you couldn't see it breathing in or out.

Without much hesitation, he quickly stood up, bent down, and kissed her directly.

He was giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

With his help, Zhang Xiaolin's slightly trembling body finally calmed down.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

The two locked eyes.

Everything seemed to stand still.

A moment later, the boy realized what had happened and hurriedly dodged away.

The room suddenly became intimate.

Mr. Basil's face flushed slightly. He quickly straightened up, his gaze avoiding Zhang Xiaolin's direct eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Are you...are you alright?" he stammered, trying to make his voice sound calm.

Zhang Xiaolin was still in a daze, blinking as she tried to process what had just happened. When she realized that Mr. Basil had just kissed her, a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes.

"You know what?" Miss Zhang broke the silence first, her face flushed, her eyes blazing with murderous intent. "If I weren't too lazy to even lift a finger, I would definitely teach you a lesson!"

"Oh—" Upon hearing this, Mr. Basil immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"No strength, huh?"—He became bolder, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to help the girl up from under the covers.

"Then let's save them for now," he said.

Then he helped the girl tidy up her clothes.

Her robe was covered in dust and bloodstains, one of her silver earrings was missing, and her hair was disheveled with strands of silver obscuring her vision, making her look quite unkempt.

"Everything is clean now." He first cleaned the girl's clothes.

And my own.

Then he produced a wooden comb and helped her stand her hair up.

"Why did it change color?" Mr. Basil asked.

The warmth he felt at that moment made him feel dazed, and he recalled his adventure in South America.

That time—they were exhausted, having gone without rest for several days while trying to escape a group of indigenous shamans.

During the final retreat, Lin suddenly fell flat on her back and then threw a tantrum, refusing to get up no matter what, saying that she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to curse those natives.

Actually, it was entirely her fault that time. They only had a minor conflict with the group of indigenous shamans. If she hadn't been stirring things up, offending them, and then spending several days cursing at the shamans who were chasing them, exhausting her English vocabulary, they would have given up after a few days of pursuit.

She's really something, she's got that hatred stuck with her for life!

I remember that it was he who carried the poisonous snake girl away at the end.

Once she was safe, the girl who fell asleep immediately was filthy, just like now—it was he who used a spell to clean her up and comb her hair again.

"It was originally silver." The girl leaned lazily against Mr. Basil's chest, yawning. "My teacher said that silver was too flashy, so she helped me hide it."

"Look—" She tilted her head to show him her ear, which was missing its earring. "This is a magical artifact that can cast illusion spells and armor spells at any time. Now that it's missing one, it's lost its function."

"I will help you find it." Mr. Basil held the girl's hair, pulled it up high, and combed it into a simple high ponytail.

"You should have given me a new pair, you idiot!" the girl scoffed, lifting her chin and looking up at Mr. Basil.

A hint of annoyance and embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

That idiot! Why hasn't he come to see her in the past three years? He's just been writing letters nonstop!

I've already hinted so obviously, do I have to make her spell it out?

Seriously—a blockhead, a complete idiot.

Mr. Basil was somewhat taken aback by Ms. Zhang's gaze.

He thought something might be about to happen.

Gazing at those bright red lips, he slowly drew closer.

"Ah!" The next moment, a strong palm wind struck straight at his face.

Mr. Basil was startled and quickly dodged, but he couldn't escape it forever. The girl's other hand still landed squarely on his chest.

"Hmph!" The girl bit her lip. "Trying to take advantage of me."

"His mind is full of lust."

Having said that, perhaps the anger she had just felt helped her shake off her fatigue. Having done it for the first time, she finally overcame the mental barrier of wanting to sleep and slowly got up.

I lifted the thin blanket and my feet were back on the ground.

She tossed her ponytail and said, "Let's go!"

"I'm going to find someone to settle the score!"

Mr. Basil winced and rubbed his chest. Although the punch wasn't very powerful, he still had to put on a show.

His girl deserves to be pampered.

However—after hearing Miss Zhang's words, the smile on his lips suddenly vanished.

He struggled to sit up and said, "You should consider your own health."

"Also, did you encounter any danger last night?"

"It's nothing," the girl said nonchalantly. "That's why I'm going to take revenge now."

With that, she turned to leave.

Seeing this, Mr. Basil quickly followed.

The two left the room one after the other.

I pushed open the door and stepped into the cabin.

They were stunned by what they saw.

Upon closer inspection, two bodies lay sprawled out in the corridor.

It's like someone suddenly tripping and falling while walking, causing their limbs to contort into a twisted position.

Mr. Basil quickly stepped forward to check on the two men.

Although he already had a guess in his heart, when his fingers pressed against the other person's neck, a deep sense of sorrow still rose up.

"They are dead."

"Dead?"

"He died of suffocation," Mr. Basil said.

"Damn it!" Miss Zhang said angrily.

He took out a folding fan from his waist, and with a wave of his hand in a fit of rage, huge, floating water droplets slid down from the fan, then, as if possessed by some kind of adhesive, slowly engulfed the two of them.

With a snap, she slammed the fan shut, and the flowing water transformed into wood, instantly creating two coffins.

After doing all this, she walked straight past the two coffins and hurried toward the transfer room.

How could Mr. Basil allow her to be in danger again?

He quickly chased after them.

A few steps later, someone stopped them.

It's Winston.

He had just been woken from his bed by an unaffected wizard.

This was also Sirius's request.

Even when they rest, they cannot rest for long periods of time. Whether it is eating or drinking, etc., the substances that living beings need may be forgotten by the wizard during sleep, and in the end, they will forget to eat and starve themselves to death.

Therefore, the longest rest period he set could not exceed six hours.

Now, exactly six hours have passed since he examined everyone on the ship and then went to rest.

"Where are you going?" he asked wearily, looking at the two of them, his voice weak and listless.

(End of this chapter)