A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 214 Snape's Sudden Change in Style

The Quidditch field was filled with the roar of voices.

William rode the Nimbus 2000 at high speed across the track.

Logically, the normal operation after exiting the loop should be as follows:

The professors surrounded the basilisk, each pulling out their own clubs and performing a series of flashy maneuvers, unleashing a jumble of spells that eventually killed the basilisk.

Dumbledore personally ventured to the forbidden fourth floor to engage Voldemort in a thrilling battle...

The plot unfolded in this way without any problems. After all, with William's reminder, there was no way that the situation of so many students dying all at once, like at the beginning, would occur.

But after William went to Dumbledore in the morning and told him everything, the professor firmly disagreed with the plan.

He insisted that Harry face Voldemort alone and forbade William from telling anyone else.

One can only say that the headmaster was extremely worried about Potter. If someone were here, they would probably grab Potter by the collar and demand, "What is it that makes Dumbledore like you so much?!"

At this point, the score was 210-50, with Ravenclaw in the lead.

William seemed to be on drugs, scoring points like crazy and starting an astonishing scoring performance.

For William, scoring a high score is really a simple matter.

He played no fewer than two hundred games against the Slytherin team in the time loop.

William knew the weaknesses, positioning, and teamwork of each Slytherin member.

William already knew exactly how to play to score the fastest, given that the Slytherin players were in top form.

Moreover, his current level is much higher than before he entered the time loop, and his skill level is almost equivalent to that of a veteran player who has been competing for six or seven years.

Against a completely clueless Slytherin Quidditch team, scoring points would be a piece of cake.

The Ravenclaw students were hoarse from shouting, cheering wildly as if victory was beckoning them.

The Slytherin audience was completely silent, and Snape's face was so thick with anger it seemed to drip water.

If it weren't for his position as dean, he would have already rushed onto the field, apprehended William, and conducted a urine test on him.

I'm calling the police! Shituck has definitely drunk Felix Felicis!

William's incredible scoring reminded Snape of a nightmare from over a decade ago.

In the sixth-year tournament, James Potter displayed similar prowess, slaughtering Slytherin in the final.

And James Porter plays the chaser position!

That's outrageous! Snape feels like he's going to set a new record for the biggest score difference in Hogwarts history today.

But William knew it wouldn't happen.

With eight minutes to go, the basilisk will appear, and the match will end.

With such a large score difference, there won't be a rematch according to the rules. William must score as many points as possible to make up for the Golden Snitch's 150 points and ensure they advance to the finals.

In fact, William can catch the Golden Snitch within the first thirty seconds; he knows where the Snitch is.

William could catch it and then secretly pass it to Qiu; he was confident that no one would notice.

But this is undoubtedly against the rules; on the field, no one except the Seeker can touch the Golden Snitch.

William still has some integrity.

Two minutes before the basilisk appeared, William suddenly waved his hand and called a pause.

According to the rules of the game, Mrs. Hooch agreed to William's timeout.

Soon, Voldemort's cold voice appeared again.

He's going to release the snakes!

In the middle of the arena, the ground suddenly collapsed, and the basilisk emerged from within.

But even earlier, William's wand was already pointed at the other side.

"The clouds and mist are misty!"

A thick cloud of smoke enveloped the center of the Quidditch arena, completely obscuring the Basilisk's form.

William thought he could go back and write a paper to publish in the magazine "Magic Fighting Today".

The title is: "Killing the Basilisk—On the Importance of Smoke Control."

William rode his broomstick, circling in the sky. He then let go of the broomstick with both hands and jumped from a height of tens of meters.

Everyone stared in horror as William fell from the sky.

The ring on William's left hand suddenly transformed into a longsword, and with a gentle wave of his right wand, a string of strange characters formed on the blade.

—Ancient magical script.

This string of magical runes will enhance the sword's anti-magic properties, making it able to pierce snakeskin with ease.

Professor Flitwick looked up at the sky and murmured to Professor McGonagall beside him, "Minerva, do you remember that spell that fell from the sky?"

William's body shimmered with golden light, and another demonic rune appeared on his robe.

As if he had cast a levitation spell, his speed decreased rapidly.

William pierced through the smoke and landed precisely on the basilisk's head.

He took a step forward with one foot and stepped back with the other, bending his knees slightly to steady himself. He swung his wand in his right hand, and two Eye Strike spells struck the basilisk's eyes with precision.

He raised his sword with his left hand, the tip pointing directly at the basilisk's head.

Golden light enveloped the sword, piercing through the serpent monster's skin and hard skull, and plunged deep inside.

From the tip of the sword to the hilt, intermittent magical runes exploded one after another, scattering golden light. Occasionally, a few drops fell to the ground, instantly causing mud to fly and forming a large crater.

A moment later, the smoke dissipated, leaving only a dead basilisk on the ground.

Its two eyes were ripped apart, and its head, as big as a bowl, was cut off with a single sword stroke.

The technique was exceptionally skillful, almost identical to how Dumbledore killed the snake that day.

The Quidditch arena was in shock; everyone stared in disbelief at the giant python.

Professor McGonagall, pale-faced, announced the end of the competition and directed the students to evacuate towards the castle.

Snape strode over, circled the giant python several times, and after a moment, finally asked, feigning ignorance, "Is this the Basilisk?"

William was holding a small bottle, collecting basilisk venom. He rolled his eyes when he heard Snape's words.

"I killed him, Professor Snape."

"I didn't say you didn't kill him. Look at your attitude, deduct... add one point for Ravenclaw!"

Good heavens! Snape actually gave points to other houses! This professor's style is weird!

The art style was more than just wrong; Professor Snape displayed unprecedented patience, his voice seemed to soften, and he began to dart around the basilisk, asserting his presence.

William then asked, "Professor, aren't you going to organize the Slytherin students to return to the common room?"

The implication is clear: Professor, you should get out of here!

But Snape pretended not to hear. He watched for a while before saying softly, "For such a small matter, Professor McGonagall can help. Otherwise, what's the point of having a vice-principal?"

Isn't this just doing odd jobs?!

Snape pulled a small bottle out of nowhere. "Here! Be careful."

William felt a surge of warmth in his heart. Professor Snape was indeed kind-hearted despite his cold exterior; he even knew to remind William to be careful and not to get poisoned.

But the professor's next sentence completely shattered William's initial warmth.

"Be careful not to spill it, the basilisk's venom is very valuable."

"..."

William sighed and repeated, "Professor, I killed the basilisk."

"This is school property!" Snape insisted.

"The principal agreed to give it to me."

"No..." Snape laughed in exasperation, then said fiercely, "What right does Professor Dumbledore have to act on his own?"

"Isn't this the kind of decision Professor Dumbledore makes? Otherwise, what's the point of having a headmaster?"

"..."

Just then, the two of them suddenly looked up at the sky.

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James Potter played the Chaser, not the Seeker like Harry, as Rowling mentioned in an interview. So it's strange that in the books he was always playing with the Golden Snitch; shouldn't he be dribbling the Quaffle all the time? (doge)

(End of this chapter)