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The Wraith Mouse suddenly felt something stir. Something rustled and crawled, vibrated every tip of its fur, and made it want to flee madly but also wanted to freeze in the corner and pretend it was already dead—though it really was already dead, instinctive fear still followed it like a bone curse.
"Squeak squeak!" it cried, voice drowned in sobbing echoing through the tunnel. "Squeak!"
Rustle rustle... That thing drew closer... It left its dormant place, crawled on the ground, wound past tall stone pillars carved with giant serpents, and stretched its somewhat stiff body...
"Squeak!" The rat could bear it no longer. It ran fearfully toward the tunnel and left the large-scarved man with tightly closed eyes begging for something behind. It nimbly ran along the wall base and followed its summoner's rope guidance. Without body constraints, it ran extremely fast... It knew where there was an opening...
Suddenly, it crashed into a hand.
Anthony asked, "The Basilisk came out?"
Halfway there, anxiety and terror from the Wraith Mouse suddenly seized him—almost like eight hundred alarms simultaneously ringing in his mind, also like the world suddenly falling into dead silence. The rat's intense emotions pierced through his perception's distance limit.
He immediately realized something went wrong, decisively returned to the Room of Requirement, and just in time scooped up from the wall the small rat frantically using magic in his perception like a small running flame.
"Squeak," the rat said and obediently let him place it in his pocket.
Hurried footsteps echoed in the narrow dark corridor. Anthony ran hastily through the tunnel and blamed himself endlessly.
If not because he'd awakened the Basilisk before... If not because he agreed to let Professor Quirrell help... He clearly felt death's aura on Professor Quirrell growing heavier and his body obviously had problems... Professor Quirrell helped him so much...
The closer he got to the previous position, the more he could feel a massive thing moving. The tunnel's stone walls faintly trembled, the air filled with dangerous aura, and small animal remains once scattered like the Milky Way slowly parted like water surface parted by a passing ship.
A figure lay limply on the ground. Behind him the room faintly transmitted dim light and the large scarf wrapped tightly on his head cast strangely shaped shadows on the uneven ground. A green glowing giant snake lingered near him, excitedly flicked its tongue, and sharp pointed fangs glinted coldly...
This was a Basilisk much larger than the shed skin he'd seen before.
Anthony had no time to think why the Basilisk hadn't swallowed the person before it. This person currently didn't belong to corpses he could sense—therefore he was still alive. Thank God, he was still alive.
The Basilisk turned its head toward Anthony's running direction with amber eyes showing no emotion. Anthony glanced hastily then closed his eyes—he didn't want to risk it—and only then discovered it was astonishingly long with only half its body explored out and most of its body still coiled in the huge room behind it.
"Professor Quirrell?" Anthony shouted. No response.
Anthony took a deep breath and raised his hand while running.
The passage he ran through suddenly also transmitted rustling sounds. Remains he passed, before him, the Basilisk's food scraps all stirred—bones collided making strange rattling sounds and surged mightily toward the Basilisk.
Various small rodents, some missing half their skulls, some lacking several ribs, all competed to pounce toward the Basilisk staring at them.
They pounced on the Basilisk's head and body, clawed at its mysterious vivid scales as if wanting to bury the Basilisk with their corpses. Skeletons bit and gnawed, scratched and clawed, and nearly submerged the Basilisk.
But the Basilisk just irritably shook its body and tried throwing off these small things hanging on it. It opened its mouth and swallowed the surging skeleton tide in one gulp—thin sharp fangs scraped across the wall, made a chilling friction sound, and left a deep mark.
Severing Charms only made sounds like knives scraping porcelain plates when hitting the Basilisk—even hard to judge whether the Basilisk noticed the "Diffindo" incantation.
Anthony turned his hand. Skeletons—now rather than skeletons, better called bones—under his command climbed onto the Basilisk's eyes and tried blocking its vision. Several skeletons barely recognizable as ferrets attempted scratching the Basilisk blind, but its eyes were completely unaffected—
The Basilisk heavily crashed its head into the wall. Shattered bones and small broken stones from the wall fell together, but more bones surged up—
In Anthony's perception, remains covering the Basilisk had already outlined a quite detailed Basilisk image for him. He dodged the Basilisk's swinging head—fangs tore his robes and cut his arm. He shook his arm and tried healing the wound, but the entire process was abnormally slow—
Quirrell lying in the mud suddenly sobbed. "Are you awake, Professor Quirrell?" Anthony shouted. No response. He seemed still unconscious—
He must quickly get Professor Quirrell out.
Anthony grew somewhat impatient.
He controlled his injured arm to leave his torso and tossed it aside. The little Wraith Mouse crawled from his pocket, trembling but quickly joined the endlessly surging undead, and pointed out direction for Anthony—
So he yanked something from inside the Basilisk. This thing smelled of nothing and was still somewhat scattered.
The Basilisk crashed to the ground with a boom.
Anthony could hardly describe what that thing was. It struggled wanting to return to its body, but Anthony wouldn't allow it... He needed to find somewhere to store it, imprison it, and keep it from escaping...
Instinctively, he stuffed this thing down his throat and swallowed it.
Not tasty—dry and rough, tasted like toilet paper—uh, what was toilet paper again?
Even though the taste wasn't good, he was rarely satisfied. At least he was full.
Full, he wanted to stretch. So he spread himself out—this thing with green scales still had some space and he moved his muscles and bones with it—stretched and lay down—he felt himself cold all over, really comfortable—
Then he suddenly discovered something beside him. He must be dizzy from eating because he thought it smelled like a poorly made combo platter, but at least it had flavor... Perhaps...
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