The students around Lee Jordan were stunned by what he said.
How could he not be afraid at all when facing such a terrifying creature Basilisk?
Looking into its eyes could kill you!
Petrochemicals are already the best possible outcome!
"No. We have to stop him."
George and Fred eagerly rolled up their sleeves, pulled out their wands, and prepared to bypass the wooden planks and join the battle.
But someone stopped him.
"Hermione! Let go!" George and Fred shouted in unison.
"You're not allowed to go!" Hermione said coldly, frowning.
"This isn't the time to talk about this," George said urgently. "Silan is in danger! He's our brother!"
"We have to go save him!" Fred added.
Hermione glanced outside with some concern, but her view was blocked by the wooden planks.
She couldn't see Silan's figure, but her heart was with him.
"You're not allowed to go!" Hermione repeated.
"You'll only cause trouble if you go there now. Silan already told us to stay here, and we should trust him."
After saying that, Hermione added emphatically, "I believe him!"
George and Fred had never seen Hermione like this before, and were momentarily stunned by her aura, staring at her blankly.
Hermione was actually very nervous too.
She was completely tense, her heart pounding like a drum, the thumping sound echoing in her ears, making it almost impossible for her to hear anything else.
Her thoughts were racing.
What if Silan gets injured?
What if I get petrified?
If...
But she believed in Silan.
She knew that the most important thing now was to cooperate with Silan, not to cause trouble.
This tacit understanding and trust, built up over time through long-term companionship, allowed her to shatter all her chaotic thoughts and calm down.
Professor McGonagall, standing outside the Great Hall, was also very anxious, constantly craning her neck to look inside.
But the wooden planks blocking her view forced her to shout, "What happened? What happened inside?"
Some of the young wizards responded with shouts.
"Prewett! It was Prewett charged forward!"
He's facing Basilisk!
"The Basilisk attacked him."
"Prewett is dead!"
The jumbled noises made Professor McGonagall's head buzz, and she couldn't hear anything useful.
Her worried gaze drifted into the Great Hall, and she silently prayed in her heart.
Please make sure nothing happens to you.
"Otherwise, how can I face your deceased parents? How can I face your aunt...?"
Silan stepped out of the protective circle formed by the three professors and looked at Tom was controlling Lockhart, from afar.
Their eyes were equally cold.
Tom stared coldly at Silan, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Okay, okay."
"It's been delivered right to our door."
He turned and, in Parseltongue, forcefully commanded the Basilisk, "Forget about those three old bastards, kill him at all costs!"
With a twist of its body and a sweep of its tail, the Basilisk forced the three professors back, ignoring the Spells they had cast, and charged fiercely towards Silan.
The enormous forked tongue protruded into the air, emitting a chilling hiss, while its fangs gleamed with an eerie light.
The enchanted ceiling of Hogwarts Great Hall suddenly began to change.
Thick black clouds filled the entire ceiling, and purple lightning flashed back and forth within them.
The shimmering light illuminated the Basilisk's scales and also Silan's expression.
His expression was calm, with only a faint smile playing on his lips, as if the Basilisk was nothing more than a toy he could manipulate at will.
Silan calmly stood in front of the three professors, facing the Basilisk that lunged at him alone.
Tom stared intently at Silan, somewhat puzzled.
How could he be so calm?
Is there some kind of preparation?
But he didn't even take out his wand...
Tom felt uneasy about Silan's disdain and the inexplicable feeling that he was being manipulated by her.
... Divider Line...
Add a short chapter.
(Uh... half a chapter? Anyway, I squeezed it all out, but there's not a single chapter left.)