On Wizards Always Solving Problems with Physical Means

Harry looked towards the source of the sound. The Sorting Hat, in pain from the Basilisk, was flung away by its writhing body. It landed right on Harry. Harry caught the Sorting Hat and suddenly felt something long and hard inside it.

A silver sword, much longer than the hat, was pulled out. Harry didn't have time to think about how it got there, but at least he now had a weapon he could use.

On the other side, the Basilisk, having escaped Fawkes, charged towards Harry. Its mouth was open wide. Harry felt its two largest fangs were even longer than the sword in his hand, and they reflected an eerie green light. If he wasn't mistaken, it was venom that could send him away.

"Serpensortia!"

"Expelliarmus!"

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Ron and Draco, standing on either side of the Basilisk, simultaneously acted to buy Harry some time.

"..."x4

Ron: "Are you expecting an ordinary snake to kill the Basilisk?"

Draco: "And where are you any better, Weasley? Are you planning to disarm its fangs?"

Fortunately, the argument between the two was effective. Coupled with the spaciousness of the Chamber of Secrets, which easily created echoes, Harry had already climbed to a high place and prepared to fight by the time Riddle reoriented the Basilisk.

The Basilisk lunged at Harry. Harry, with all his might, raised his long sword. The fangs pierced Harry's arm, while the long sword went straight from the Basilisk's upper jaw into its brain.

Both man and snake fell, but Fawkes was more than just for show. He pressed his beautiful head against the spot where Harry's arm was pierced by the Basilisk's fangs. A pearl-like tear fell onto the wound. He remembered what Dumbledore had told him that night: a phoenix's tears had healing properties.

"You're lucky to be alive, Harry," Voldemort seemed to still have the upper hand. "This is even better. I can deal with you myself after I've fully revived. Oh, it seems I still have some trouble before my full revival."

For some reason, the creature that had been pierced by the sword moved again. Its powerful life force prevented it from dying completely so quickly. It used its last bit of strength to drag the little thing that killed it down to hell with it.

"Hundred Steps: Flying Sword!"

A red Horizontal Saber flew over, and the violent Sword Qi directly churned the Basilisk's insides into a pulp. Thus, the thousand-year-old Basilisk died completely.

The four looked towards the entrance. Bing Huan, supported by Hermione, had successfully arrived, holding the Crimson Trail, which had just flown back, in his other hand.

"I remember you, annoying Eastern boy. But you're so weak now, that last move was your final attack, right? So, how will you face a fully revived and young, powerful Voldemort next?"

"We won't face him," Bing Huan seemed completely unfazed, as if everything had already been settled.

"Still talking tough? Actually, if you had saved that last move for when I was just reviving, I might have let you succeed. What a pity, what a pity. Your meaningless camaraderie has killed you. Alright, next... wait, why isn't my power continuing to grow? No, my power is draining."

Bing Huan tapped his head towards Voldemort, gesturing for him to look in the direction of the diary. As the Basilisk fell, its fangs had precisely pierced the diary.

Ink gushed out of the diary in torrents. Voldemort twisted, screamed, and struggled, finally disappearing. A flash of fire, and Fawkes arrived in the Chamber of Secrets with Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

"You really scared me to death, especially when Madam Pomfrey told me that Miss Granger, who was petrified, had disappeared."

Harry recounted the series of events to the two professors. This time, he also shared more of his concerns with the two adults, such as the Serpent's Tongue, and why the Sorting Hat had initially wanted him to go to Slytherin.

Dumbledore picked up the pierced diary. He shook his head. "He could have been Hogwarts' finest graduate." Then he picked up the long sword and showed it to Harry.

It was engraved with "Godric Gryffindor." "Harry, you indeed have the traits of a Slytherin, but you chose Gryffindor. And only a true Gryffindor can draw Gryffindor's Sword."

"Ah!" Bing Huan suddenly let out a strange cry. Everyone turned to look at Bing Huan.

"I know Herbology! I could have just forced the Mandrake to mature, why did I forget in my haste?" With that, his eyes went black, and he fainted.

Everyone quickly took him to the School Infirmary. After Madam Pomfrey's examination, she confirmed that Bing Huan was merely weak from forcefully using his power while in a state of blood loss. He would be fine after a couple of days of rest.

After confirming Bing Huan was alright, Hermione stopped Dumbledore.

"What is it, Miss Granger?"

"Professor Dumbledore, I'd like you to check if there's any problem with my memory?"

Before Professor McGonagall could ask more, Dumbledore interrupted her with a gesture. Hermione followed him to the Headmaster's Office. Unlike when Harry had entered, Hermione was captivated by the dazzling array of books on the bookshelf.

"Actually, this day has come sooner than I imagined, Miss Granger."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, somewhat puzzled. The old man before her seemed to have known that her memory was problematic for a long time.

"Because I was the one who sealed your memory in the first place."

Hermione: ∑(O_O;)

Three days later, Hermione was listlessly eating lunch. Now she started to believe what Bing Huan had said. She couldn't get through a single day without each other.

In the School Infirmary, Bing Huan looked speechlessly at the adults before him. "It's not me, I just woke up. Do you really have to come and talk to me about things at this moment?"

Grindelwald shrugged. "After all, if you could get out of bed, the first thing you'd probably do is run to your little girlfriend. Since you're like this, Madam Pomfrey won't let you out anyway. Why not chat with us old folks?"

Bing Huan: "..., but, Old Dumbledore, I have actually discovered a problem."

"What?"

"Don't you realize? In the past two years, we haven't relied on wands to deal with Voldemort. And Harry has always liked to charge headfirst since his first year.

Now even Ron and Draco have this symptom. Back then, they wouldn't even dare to go into the Forbidden Forest. Now? They dare to cast spells at a Basilisk and shout. If Fawkes hadn't blinded the Basilisk beforehand, the three of them would have been done for. The end of a mage is a berserker, isn't it?"

Lucius: "Draco is that amazing now."

Dumbledore also stroked his beard and chuckled indifferently. "These are just matters of technique, they can be corrected later. What's more important now is for them to have good character."

Bing Huan: "Really... can it still be changed?"

By the time of the banquet, Madam Pomfrey finally agreed to let him go. Bing Huan rushed into the Great Hall and immediately spotted those guys.

"Oi!"

Hermione turned her head and saw the person she'd been longing for standing at the door. She excitedly ran over and threw herself into Bing Huan's arms.

"I'm back."

"Don't do that again."

"Okay~ I definitely won't next time."

Hermione punched Bing Huan. "I'm not just talking about that."

"Then what else? I haven't made you angry recently, have I?"

"I remember now."

"Remember what?"

"Everything, eight years old, birthday, Vampire..."

"..." Bing Huan held her even tighter. "It's good that you remember."

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall passed by and couldn't help but cough that the two of them, blushing, returned to their seats. During the feast, Dumbledore announced a special contribution award for the five of them, and simultaneously informed all students that this year's exams were canceled. The Great Hall instantly erupted in celebration. (Except for Hermione.)

The next day, the five of them, having no classes, sat by the lake outside the city, basking in the sun. To Harry's surprise, Dobby, the house-elf he hadn't seen in a long time, appeared before him.

Harry: "Dobby!"

"Long time no see, Harry Potter."

Ron: "Can you come out freely now?"

"Dobby is free!"

Bing Huan: "What the heck? You, you're free? Oh!" Hermione hit Bing Huan on the head with a book.

"What? So Dobby, how did you regain your freedom?"

Dobby looked gratefully at Harry. "This is all thanks to Harry Potter. Master freed me because of him, so Dobby can grant Harry Potter one wish."

"Then~ stop trying to save my life."

"Hahahaha" x6

Of course, the happy events didn't end there. That evening, Hagrid returned to Hogwarts, his name cleared. And thanks to Zhang San's efforts, Fudge paid the price for the wrongful conviction he had imposed. Although it couldn't make up for the 50 years Hagrid had lost.

But Hagrid believed that the days ahead would be more meaningful.

You ask about the House Cup? Do you even know what it means to have so many points for Gryffindor!