Basilisk Eye to the Face, Instant Petrification Cure? Dumbledore, and You Still Say You Weren't Cheating?

As if the sunlight had merely been blocked, a weightless shadow fell onto the Basilisk's tough body—a body that, with a full belly, could trade blows with Taro. With a thud, it made the closest possible zero-distance contact with the floor of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

As the floor shattered, thin streams of blood slowly seeped from between the Basilisk's scales. Then came a series of teeth-grating cracks. Some of its hard, pale bones could no longer withstand the pressure; they shattered and burst through its flesh in every direction, a horrifying sight.

Kane slowly let out a breath. Two long, slender shadow hands extended from beneath his feet and slowly settled over the Basilisk's two yellow-orange eyes. With a wet pop, they gouged them out.

Clearly, he might be able to do something with these two eyeballs.

An Eyebrella? That was useless. Maybe he could think of another use.

As Kane pondered this, he slowly lifted his eyelids and glanced at the Basilisk still firmly pinned by the shadows some distance away. It was taking more breaths out than in, and clearly did not have much time left.

But he was not in a hurry to put the Basilisk out of its misery. Instead, he controlled a third shadow arm to remove the Magician's Top Hat from his head. After putting the two Basilisk eyeballs inside, he pulled out a piece of chocolate, carefully tore open the wrapper, and prepared to feed himself a bite to restore some health.

Then Dumbledore, who had recovered in fifteen seconds, beat him to it. "Hmm, how did you know I liked mango-flavored chocolate? I've always wanted Honeydukes to make me some mango-filled chocolate."

Only after tossing it into his mouth did he continue, "Unfortunately, Honeydukes clearly does not care for that flavor,