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In truth, it was extremely difficult to tell whether the terrifying monster before you was real or a Boggart.
When we faced the monster we feared most, we gripped our wands tightly and seized the best opportunity to cast a spell. We wouldn't be stupid enough to attempt something as ridiculous as "Riddikulus."
That might earn us a spot on some malicious media outlet's list of "The Top 10 Stupidest Deaths of the Century."
Hermione Granger, whose knowledge rivaled an encyclopedia, kept her mother firmly behind her, panting as she watched the Cockatrice with its four pairs of enormous chicken feet.
She remembered—ha, of course she remembered such important information. This Basilisk, bred using alchemical principles, grew another pair of feet every hundred years after reaching adulthood, and its strength multiplied several times over along with them.
Her worst fears had come true. Hermione would never forget that scene in the Cabin. It had been the first time she hadn't been happy to see Crabbe break his leg. (Chapter 883)
"Mum, close your eyes. You have to keep your eyes closed. Don't look at it. Its gaze can kill." Hermione gripped her mother's hand hard with her left hand, keeping her eyes fixed below the Cockatrice's neck. She needed to observe the monster this way to avoid meeting the Basilisk's eyes.
"Hold my hand. It's all right. It actually isn't that scary. I looked it up. Its eyesight is poor, and its hearing is even worse, so most of the time it can only survive by eating insects and small animals like rabbits and mice."
She carefully moved her wrist, and transparent rings like ripples emerged one after another from the tip of her wand, enveloping a broad area directly in front of her.
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