Deep within the Forbidden Forest, the point where the first meteor struck was exactly where the Basilisk was located.
And the Basilisk… the blind Acromantula that tore the scroll… and Hastur… were all within the meteor's impact zone!
The nest-like cave formed by twisted roots acted as the first line of defense, but its effect was minimal.
The shockwave from the massive impact instantly burst the weakest blind Acromantula into airborne meat paste.
At least it died with purpose—its job was done.
Next came a rapid series of explosions and snapping sounds overhead. The seemingly sturdy root-cave revealed an abnormal tenacity, managing to hold for half a second longer.
Just before the giant meteor fully crashed into the ground, a faint glow spread across Hastur's fur.
The light rippled through its coat like waves, granting it powerful resistance.
Using the force of the impact, its body floated weightlessly like a feather, drifting deeper into the cave. The Basilisk followed right behind—but this time, it wasn't chasing.
It was running for its life.
Before Heaven's wrath, who cares about hatred? Survival comes first.
But its enormous body became a burden. The scorching, high-velocity meteor instantly pulverized its tail, roasting and charring the severed section. A strange meat aroma drifted through the tunnel.
The Basilisk let out a scream of agony, tore off the dead part of its tail, and fled in a panic.
The temperature around them rose sharply. The meteor, still radiating flame and extreme heat, burned like a miniature sun turning the surroundings into a purgatory.
Soil was baked into crystalline glass, rocks rapidly melting.
Deep inside the cave, Aragog—watching the surroundings through silk threads—almost burst out laughing.
It felt the terrifying tremors and heat not far away, and it was very glad it didn't listen to that little brat.
If it had pulled that scroll open itself, wouldn't it already be dead by now?
Even this freezing cave was turning into a sauna.
"Heh heh… no matter how crafty a human is, he can't fool Aragog!" Aragog said smugly.
That little brat who looked so comfortable was far too suspicious. It must tell Hagrid about him later.
Clearly, Aragog underestimated Louis' level of madness.
It thought that first explosion and heat were the end of it—but those were merely the opening notes.
The Meteor Shower Scroll was a self-detonation scroll, the magical equivalent of an RPG loaded with nuclear warheads. Other than the first meteor, which precisely targeted the designated area, the remaining nine meteors fell randomly.
Randomly filling a three-hundred-meter-wide circle!
Don't be fooled by the 5×5×5-meter meteors looking small compared to the forest—each one had enough destructive range to cover the entire area in fire.
And that's without even considering how the fire and heat would ignite the entire forest.
Aragog knew none of this. It didn't even realize that nine more meteors of identical size were already descending directly above—unfortunately, their landing point was exactly where Aragog was.
Just as Aragog felt completely safe and was about to find a cozy spot to sleep, a seemingly ordinary ginger cat suddenly darted out, flashing past its field of vision.
The ginger cat glowed faintly, extremely conspicuous.
What? Where did that cat come from?
Before Aragog could react, a figure appeared—one that drenched it in cold sweat and made its entire body tremble.
The Basilisk!
The Basilisk!
It wasn't dead yet?!
How… how is that… even… pos—…
Aragog had barely formed the thought when it felt its entire body go rigid—its life force was being drained away bit by bit.
It died, and it died absurdly fast.
Acromantulas—eight eyes granting a flawless field of vision, very impressive.
They also possessed expensive venom—extremely impressive.
They were even categorized as XXXXX-level dangerous magical creatures—unbelievably impressive.
But unfortunately… they couldn't close their eyes.
So the moment it saw the Basilisk, its death was already guaranteed.
At least it wouldn't be lonely. The meteor shower overhead was about to send off its whole family and even kill its mortal enemy, the Basilisk.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Terrifying explosions erupted one after another, blending into a continuous roar. Lethal shockwaves reverberated through the cave, becoming even deadlier in the enclosed space.
Even the sturdy Basilisk grew dizzy, its brain turning into a mushy paste from the relentless tremors.
Its massive body swayed, and then the blistering heat followed—enough to nearly roast it alive.
The situation worsened.
The seemingly indestructible cave ceiling was carbonizing rapidly, losing its toughness.
The entire cavern was about to be swallowed by the meteor shower!
The Basilisk, like a desperate beast trapped in a dead end, could only await death's arrival.
But Hastur…
Despite being in seemingly the same situation, Hastur remained utterly unbothered. Its calm eyes stared at the cracking, carbonized dome above, as if the meteors bringing doom were nothing more than ordinary raindrops.
Then the ceiling collapsed.
A meteor blazing with orange flames smashed through the fully carbonized dome and plummeted downward.
The Basilisk was hit first, unable to dodge at all as the meteor crushed it.
Sizzling, crackling sounds echoed like meat roasting on a grill.
The Basilisk's body struggled violently, but now it was as helpless as a little earthworm.
Its infamous death-gaze eyes—those eyes that killed anything they saw—were now nothing more than a joke, completely useless.
The Basilisk died—crushed, slain, burned, and cremated like a dragon on a spit.
Aragog, already half-charred, went with it.
A tragic end.
It didn't even get to eat a single warm bite before dying.
Even after death, its drifting soul was sucked into the collar on Hastur's neck.
Their fates were sealed—they would become nourishment for Voldemort, bricks paving the way for Louis' grand chaos-making career.
But at this moment, Hastur seemed to be in danger.
The meteors appeared to have life-detecting instincts—wherever the most living beings clustered, that's where they fell.
And now, in this scorched area, Hastur was the only living creature left.
The meteors from above, and the ones lodged in the tree-root ceiling, all aimed themselves toward Hastur.
But this time… Hastur didn't dodge or run.
It looked upward, eyes firm, and let out a resolute series of meows:
"Meow meow meow-woo meow! (Between life and death lies great opportunity!)"
"Meow-woo! (I shall advance!)"
In the next instant, it shot forward.
Its entire body glowed, the shimmering aura blocking out the fatal heat.
"Meow meow meow-woo meow! (My fate as a cat is mine—not Yours!)"
Its soft pink paw pad pressed against the falling meteor.
And in that moment, the meteor shattered—exploding into flaming debris scattering in all directions.
Hastur landed lightly, its fur billowing gently as if stirred by wind.
"Meow-woo! (Next one!)"
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