I’m Only A Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 94: A Good Night

Countless spears completely pierced the Basilisk in the common room. Blood splattered everywhere; Harry, Ron, Neville, and the Phoenix were a bit shocked.

After killing the Basilisk, Sherlock could clearly feel that this power is gradually fading. A feeling of powerlessness that came from the depths of his soul made his legs go weak, and he almost fell to the ground. In the end, Harry finds out something is wrong with him and starts to run in his direction.

At this time, the movement in the Gryffindor common room finally attracted the professors. They walked into the common room and looked at the mess in front of them in shock.

“What is happening?” Professor McGonagall asked in disbelief.

Sherlock was supported by Harry and collapsed weakly on the blood-stained sofa, speaking in a weak voice, “Don’t worry about it for now and inform the students on the train. Do you have anything to eat? I don’t mind eating Hagrid’s rock-hard cake right now.”

She and Snape worked together to carry him to the infirmary, while Flitwick and Harry carried Ron, who had passed out. Neville limped out while carrying the sword.

Madam Pomfrey did not leave Hogwarts. She would stay here until she sent the petrified students to St. Mungo’s Hospital.

She helped check on Sherlock’s injuries, “He was not seriously injured. Except for some internal bleeding, he was just too exhausted. He needed to eat something that could replenish energy.”

She took out a large piece of chocolate from her drawer. This high-calorie food could help Sherlock recover quickly. At the same time, she also left him a potion to drink regularly.

After Madam Pomfrey checked Sherlock, she went to look after Harry and the others. Judging from the injuries they suffered, they weren’t as serious as Sherlock’s.

Professor McGonagall stared at Sherlock, who just drank the potion, and asked, “What happened?”

Sherlock ate the chocolate Madam Pomfrey had left him. It was too sweet for his taste, but he didn’t care about it.

“We were tricked; the heir of Slytherin kidnapped Neville and didn’t stay in the chamber but went back to the Gryffindor common room to wait for Harry to come back. Both the others and I fought with the Basilisk, and the problem was dealt with.”

Sherlock told the whole story, but Professor McGonagall knew that things were going to be far more dangerous than he had said. She saw Sherlock’s condition and didn’t continue to disturb him, but before leaving, Sherlock stopped her.

“Keep the Basilisk’s body for me. If Snape wants something from it, don’t give it to him. Tell him that we killed it with all our life. If he wants it, he must buy it with money.”

Professor McGonagall couldn’t help laughing when he heard what he said, “I feel like you’re a little different than before, Sherlock.”

At this moment, he was too lazy to keep up his usual demeanor. Sherlock just replied, “I really felt like I was dying just now, and now that I’m alive again. Isn’t it normal?”

Professor McGonagall smiled, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes. “This is a good thing that you feel that way. After experiencing life and death, people always want to cherish something.”

“Probably,” Sherlock murmured, “I’m going to sleep; good night, Professor McGonagall.”

Professor McGonagall helped him pull down the curtains in the ward to block the rising sun outside, “Good night.”

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The students boarded the Hogwarts Express, but the train had been stationed in the station and did not move. They were waiting for news in Hogwarts.

Professor Flitwick hurried to the train and told the guard here, Professor Sprout, that the heir of Slytherin had been captured and the monster was killed. The problem in the castle was resolved.

In the trains, all the students cheered. They shouted and went off the train excitedly. Some even forgot to take their luggage. They returned to the castle. At this time, the Gryffindor common room had not been restored to its original condition. Many students saw the Basilisk that was nailed to death by spears.

Snape, who was responsible for the cleaning, was frowning at the Basilisk’s corpse.

Sherlock’s spell can’t be dispelled; the magic on these spears is different. Even though he is a potion master, he was able to create such powerful dark magic as Sectumsempra when he was a student. Snape’s talent in magic spells and Transfiguration is amazing.

He could see that the spears that nailed the Basilisk were created from the fragments of desks and chairs, but the requirements to do all of this in a short amount of time and power is something else.

The spell that formed these fragments seemed to be really powerful, and Snape felt that the magic attached to it would not even expire for a hundred years.

Snape came to this conclusion after researching for a long time. In the end, he had no choice. Since he couldn’t change the spears back, he simply broke them, dragged the Basilisk’s body out with magic, and threw it in the abandoned bathroom.

Among Harry, Ron, and Neville. Harry and Ron suffered the least injuries. They stayed in the school infirmary for one morning before they could continue their day normally. Neville was not so lucky. He was absorbed a lot of energy by Tom, and he needed to be taken care of by Madam Pomfrey for a period of time before he could fully recover.

Harry and Ron had just come out of the infirmary, and students surrounded them. Professor McGonagall hadn’t ordered them not to speak out about what happened today. So, one noon, the whole school knew what was going on in the Gryffindor common room.

Dumbledore returned in the evening. When he returned to the castle, Sherlock woke up, and a celebratory dinner was being held that night. Before the dinner began, Sherlock came to Dumbledore’s office.

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock, stretching and yawning, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, “I feel that even only a day has passed, and you are a little different from before.”

Sherlock slumped lazily in his chair, “I almost died yesterday, Professor.”