Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 64 Meeting the Professor Made Me Realize How Vast the World Is
As Li Wei's gaze lingered on the snake's eyes for longer, his body continued to petrify.

He kept a record of the changes in himself.

Harry, standing behind him, felt himself getting more and more nervous and his mind was wandering.

"My right torso has been completely petrified, and my magic has frozen in place."

"I started trying to stop touching the basilisk's eyes—it didn't work, the petrification effect continued without any sign of fading."

"I'd like to propose a hypothesis: this petrification phenomenon might be an ancient curse on the level of life or time, not damage, but a phenomenon similar to suspension or freezing. Of course, neither of these descriptions is entirely accurate."

"Joely, don't rush to wake me up after I'm petrified. Make sure to do a lot of tests, and set a three-month timeframe. I look forward to your results."

As Harry listened to Levi's voice ringing out, deducing one idea after another, his heart sank deeper and deeper.

While Jowell certainly delivered a satisfactory result, what about him?

He was neither as clever as Hermione nor as good as Cedric; he was nothing, just a second-year brat—the Savior? Harry never felt he deserved that title; it was something imposed on him by others, and he never liked it.

How can he live up to the professor's expectations?

"Professor—I can't—"

Harry mustered his courage to back down, but then he saw Levi, who had been petrified to the point where only half of his face and neck remained, slowly turn his head and give him a gentle smile.

"Harry, it's all up to you now."

Behind him, the fire phoenix, which had been circling and waiting, let out a clear cry and crashed into the serpent monster amidst its violent hissing!

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Harry pursed his lips, speechless.

He couldn't refuse this trust, especially since it came from Professor Li Wei, whom he respected immensely at that moment.

"By the way, your father and I were classmates. Have I told you about this before?"

The fire phoenix, transformed into a spear, pierced the basilisk's remaining left eye, further deepening Li Wei's petrification, leaving only his lips still twitching.

Harry's eyes widened again.

"After you defeat the basilisk, I'll tell you about him—he once invited me to join their team, but I declined because I thought it was too noisy."

After he finished speaking, the last part of Li Wei's body was also stained with stone gray—before he was completely petrified, he managed to twist his neck back in time—he didn't want to be studied by his assistant with his neck crooked.

"professor--!"

As Li Wei was completely petrified by the basilisk, the hideous and dazzling crystal shield and the scorching stream on the horizon disappeared together.

The empty room was now empty except for the petrified statues and, in the distance, a basilisk that had lost its eyes and was wildly thrashing its tail.

"Dong dong dong——!"

Stone pillars were constantly being struck by the basilisk's tail, sending shards of rock flying everywhere.

Even more terrifying, it was using its senses other than its eyes to subtly approach Harry's location.
Harry's body, which had calmed down, began to tremble again.
He began to take a deep breath.

Looking at the petrified statue of Levi in ​​front of him, he recalled Professor Levi's battle against the basilisk. He carefully used a levitation charm to lift the statue of Levi and gently placed it aside.

Subsequently.

Harry closed his eyes briefly, trying to convince himself to think like Professor Levy—and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with determination.

He tried to aim his wand at the approaching giant snake, swallowing the last mouthful of saliva stuck in his throat.

What spell should he use at this moment?

A barrier spell? A binding spell? Or a weapon to remove you?

None of them seem to be very good.

After Livy's demonstration, Harry felt he had learned a little about how to think things through—if he used spells blindly now, the Basilisk might sense the fluctuations in magic, which wouldn't be good for him.

Don't rush, think it over carefully, there's still time.

Since the professor told him to deal with the basilisk and even gouged out its eyes for him, it means the professor must have thought that was enough.
Harry didn't believe in himself, but he believed in Professor Levy, who believed in him. "Whoa—!"

The basilisk's tail swept again—Harry instinctively ducked to dodge, but something soft struck his face.

He looked down—it was the Sorting Hat—strange, how could this thing be here at this time?

"Hey, esteemed Mr. Hat, can you tell me how to defeat the basilisk?"

He felt the dirty, greasy hat in his hand twitch violently a few times—Harry had expected it to, as before, reveal a mouth on the hat and begin to speak, giving him some advice that Professor Levy had prepared in advance.

But it didn't.

The next moment, Harry suddenly felt something was wrong with the sensation in his palm, as if something hard was pressing against it—very heavy, very sluggish.
He instinctively cupped it in his palm, slowly applied force—and then suddenly pulled it out!
A gleaming silver sword appeared before him, its hilt inlaid with a dazzling egg-sized ruby, and its blade engraved with the words—Godric Gryffindo.
Harry didn't look at the writing on the sword, but he already understood.

This was the help Professor Li Wei had prepared for him.

There's nothing left to hesitate about or be afraid of.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, his lips pressed together.

The basilisk's body drew ever closer, its tail still sweeping around—Harry threw the invisibility cloak to the ground—even though he knew the basilisk was no longer visible.

"hiss------"

Amidst the basilisk's hissing, Harry forced himself to remain calm, slowly circling around it, trying not to make a sound.

The sweeping motion of the snake's tail was too heavy for him to withstand.

He only had one chance to kill the basilisk—to strike a fatal blow during a gap in the basilisk's tail attack!
"Come here! Come here! You can smell my scent, right? Smell it deeply!"

Harry found his spot and got ready.

The giant emerald green snake reacted to his voice, turning its face toward Harry and coiling its body in a highly aggressive manner.

Harry looked at its two huge, bloodshot eye sockets and the two rows of fangs in its mouth as long as his silver sword, and suddenly realized that a simple blow would not be enough to kill such a burly monster.

So there's only one answer left, right?

"hiss------!"

The basilisk charged blindly toward Harry's position, but Harry calmly dodged—the basilisk's head slammed into the wall of the Chamber of Secrets, and before it could retract its head, Harry leaped up and landed on top of the giant basilisk's head!

Without any hesitation, without any fear.

He gripped the sword tightly with both hands and plunged it downwards!
"scare-----!"

In pain, the basilisk twisted its head wildly, repeatedly slamming it against the surrounding stone pillars.

Harry gripped the sword hilt firmly with both hands, standing motionless atop the snake's head.

The spurting snake blood soaked his soles, gradually corroding his tattered socks, leaving his bare soles bright red, like a branding iron.

But no matter how wildly the basilisk thrashed around in the underground chamber, or how frantically it twisted its head and body, it could never shake Harry off its head.

When it finally stopped to rest, Harry twisted the sword hilt with both hands!
"prick--!"

Amidst the splattering snake blood, a pair of bright green eyes shone brilliantly!
The blade scraped against the basilisk's skull with a sickening screech, and then—Harry started running.

"Gaaaaaaaagh!!!"

He let out a deafening roar and charged straight down the trembling snake's head! The silver sword, imbued with his determination, sliced ​​through the scales and tore through the flesh. Snake blood splattered like a fountain before and behind him, covering his robes and spreading large patches of dark red on his black robe. It also seeped into the flesh clinging to the soles of his feet, tearing new wounds on the snake's scales.

Harry was completely oblivious to this and just kept running.

Run as fast as you can.

When he stopped.

The blood trail left by the sword had spread from the giant snake's neck all the way to its tail.

(End of this chapter)