The Basilisk crawled rapidly across the ground, its enormous head swaying left and right before suddenly lunging at Professor Flitwick.
The old man was only half his height, not even as tall as the Basilisk's two fangs, but he was very agile.
With a flick of his wand, Professor Flitwick cast a Fire-Making Charm, creating a thick wall of fire that blocked the Basilisk.
He, on the other hand, took off running to the side with his short legs.
Professor Sprout used his wand to control the vines on the ground to entangle the Basilisk, but the Basilisk's scales were incredibly smooth, and with a slight twist of its body, it emerged from the vines.
"This won't work. Our field of vision is too limited!"
As they were talking, Professor Sprout threw out a few more Chomping Cabbage.
However, while the Chomping Cabbage might have some effect on humans, it's practically impossible to bite into the enormous, scaly body of the Basilisk.
The Basilisk contemptuously twisted its body, crushing the Chomping Cabbage in an instant.
Professor Snape used "Sectumsempra" three times in a row, but the Basilisk dodged it each time.
Because they were afraid to look into the Basilisk's eyes, they dared not raise their heads, greatly reducing the chance of the Spells hitting its mark.
But similarly, they dared not bow their heads, because Lockhart was still insidiously conjuring up mirrors.
In addition to fighting, both sides had to use their Transfiguration to alter their surroundings and create an advantage for themselves.
So black cloths were placed over the mirrors in the Great Hall, and then mirrors were placed over the black cloths...
In terms of true strength, the three professors working together could certainly overwhelm Lockhart.
Even Tom Riddle couldn't possibly be a match for them.
However, due to limited visibility and the need to protect the students, the three professors were hesitant to act and were unable to fully utilize their abilities.
Lockhart, working in concert with the Basilisk, pressed forward relentlessly, occasionally turning to attack the students.
This put the three professors in a completely passive defensive position, where they could only struggle to hold on and were exhausted from parrying.
This drove Lockhart increasingly mad; his once calm and collected expression vanished, replaced by hysterical laughter and a ferocious grin.
He waved his left hand, seemingly trying to strike a pose with his robe, but ended up touching nothing.
Lockhart stared blankly at his left hand before realizing that Snape had cut it off.
He instantly became enraged, raised his wand, and began to attack Snape furiously, cursing incessantly.
"Damn bastard! Anyone who hurts me will pay the price!"
"You... you despicable bastard who likes Mudblood!"
"You're just like that Mudblood you like, filthy, disgusting, and deserve to die!"
Lockhart cursed and brandished his wand as he coordinated with the Basilisk's attack on Snape.
"Sectumsempra!"
With gritted teeth, Snape practically forced out the curse as he hurled it at Lockhart.
However, his field of vision was limited and his aim was poor, so he easily dodged it.
Lockhart casually flicked his shoulder with his remaining right hand, as if brushing off some dust.
He laughed wildly and exaggeratedly, bending over backward with uncontrollable joy. Blood was streaming down his left arm, and even the exposed small bone was stained red.
Lockhart's grotesque features twisted together as his vicious gaze shifted from Snape to Professor Sprout.
He looked disdainful and sneered, "I only went to your greenhouse last time because I was being nice to you. Otherwise, a fat old witch like you wouldn't even be qualified to kiss my boots!"
"For an old farmer who grows medicinal herbs to meet me is already the greatest fortune of your life!"
Still not satisfied, Lockhart turned to Professor Flitwick, his expression even more contemptuous.
"As for you, a Goblin bastard! You dressed in human clothes and became a professor? Hogwarts is truly laughable!"
Although Lockhart was incredibly arrogant, Snape could clearly sense that his power had weakened.
The speed and power of the Spells have decreased significantly, as if it were a completely different person.
Snape didn't bother to think about the reason anymore. Taking advantage of the moment when Lockhart's power weakened, he gritted his teeth and said...
"You two deal with the Basilisk, I'll handle this bastard!"
After saying that, Snape, no longer caring whether he could see the Basilisk's eyes, focused on Lockhart and unleashed a "Sectumsempra".
Lockhart cast the Shield Charm on himself, but it shattered after only a moment against Snape's full-force attack.
Unfortunately, the Shield Charm bought him some time, giving him a chance to turn around and dodge.
However, "Sectumsempra" still managed to slash his arm, making his already mangled left arm even more gruesome.
Lockhart screamed again, his piercing cries sending chills down everyone's spine.
He then staggered back two steps, and when he regained his footing, his expression turned cold again.
He didn't even look at his severed hand, but simply waved his wand in retaliation against Snape.
Has its power increased again?
Snape blocked the attack, somewhat surprised.
He really couldn't understand Lockhart's situation; why was he so strong and weak all of a sudden?
Is there another person inside him?
Lockhart pressed closer, Basilisk, under his control, grew increasingly aggressive.
During this time, Snape tried to use Transfiguration to create a rooster to repel the Basilisk, so that he could find an opportunity to kill Lockhart.
If we can kill either of them, the situation can be completely turned around.
But Lockhart seemed to have read his mind, and whenever Snape was about to conjure a rooster, he would immediately launch an attack to stop him.
This left Snape both angry and helpless.
Is there really no way to salvage this situation?
Just then, Snape noticed that Silan, who hadn't left the Great Hall, suddenly stepped forward.
"Prewett! What are you doing! Come back here!" Snape roared through gritted teeth.
Lockhart is so strange; when he's weak, he's utterly vulnerable, but when he's strong, he can unleash powerful Dark Magic.
Its strength was unpredictable, making it impossible for him to see through, and even he was finding it somewhat difficult to work with the Basilisk.
Wouldn't Prewett be committing suicide by going up there now?
Lee Jordan moved the classmate who had turned into a statue aside and peered through the crack again.
They were not intimidated by the potential danger in the slightest.
The spirit of the Survey Corps is to advance wave upon wave.
Lockhart used a powerful Dark Magic, but unfortunately Professor Snape blocked it.
"Well, I now admit that Professor Snape was somewhat useful."
"And then... Prewett? What's he going to do?" Lee Jordan, who was lying face down on the wooden board, raised his voice.
"He... he broke away from the professors' protection and went to the Basilisk!"