Chapter 39: Night Fight (Part 2)

　　 Because of the deadly eyes of the basilisk, Jon cannot open his eyes; all he can rely on is his own ears and feelings.
　　 As the sound of the rooster alarm clock stopped abruptly, the behemoth on the other side of the corridor suddenly moved.
　　 It crawled toward itself quickly.
　　 The sound of the basilisk's rough skin rubbing against the floor is particularly harsh.
　　 Facts have proved that with the speed shown by the Basilisk, if Jon had just pressed all his chips on the alarm clock, he must be dead now.
As soon as he heard the Basilisk crawling into the corridor, the tip of Jon's left wand emitted an orange light... an "eye disease curse" that Jon had practiced countless times, its goal was exactly where the rooster alarm clock was. Location, the wand was pointed at that location a few seconds ago.
　　 Basilisk has high intelligence. In its eyes, the rooster alarm clock threatens it more than Jon himself.
　　 So when the sound of the alarm clock stops, the first target of the basilisk must be the alarm clock, not himself.
　　 It is indeed a bit risky to do this, but it is almost impossible to accurately hit the eyes of a basilisk with the "eye curse" using only ears.
　　 So there is no choice.
　　 As Jon expected, the basilisk turned around the corridor, and immediately opened its blood basin and bit the alarm clock.
　　 The moment it chewed the alarm clock into its mouth, the orange-yellow light hit its head, and then hit one of its eyes. Eye disease spell will automatically track the target's eyes, provided that you need to hit a position not far from the eye.
　　 "Hi...his..." The basilisk couldn't help making a painful hiss. If it is a snake-like voice here, I'm afraid it can hear its swearing.
　　 But Jon didn't understand and didn't want to understand.
The effect of 　　 Eye Disease Curse will make the basilisk extremely painful, this is a good opportunity!
　　 The Desert Eagle Mark I semi-automatic pistol in his right hand opened fire.
　　 "Bang..." A loud noise may have spread throughout the castle.
The magazine in the pistol in Jon's right hand has eight rounds of ammunition... In the face of such a terrifying magical animal, it is impossible to change the magazine, so he only has eight chances to shoot; but Jon has nothing. The plan to save bullets.
　　 "Boom...bang...bang..."
　　 Shot after shot, with keen hearing and excellent night combat experience, almost every bullet accurately hit the target.
The 0.375 Magnum bullet is very powerful; as a hunting bullet, it can penetrate the skull of a brown bear within a distance of 20 meters...The thick skin of the basilisk can resist most of the harmful magic, but Can not resist such powerful bullets.
　　 With a few dull voices, a faint smell of blood was instantly permeated in the air.
　　 Within a few seconds, Jon fired seven consecutive shots... terrifying recoil, even if it was Sergey Pavlov’s battle-hardened right arm, it was almost broken at this time.
　　 Jon left a bullet in the magazine... This was prepared to shoot into the head of the basilisk through his mouth when the basilisk opened his mouth wide at the last moment.
　　If the plan is really successful, this shot will definitely kill the basilisk; of course, in contrast, the basilisk's venom will also be injected into his body, and he will probably not survive.
　　 It is very likely that both ends will die.
　　 But the basilisk did not attack.
Basilisk is a magical creature with high intelligence. The bleeding bullet holes on its body make it clear that the tall Eastern European man in front of him is not as weak as the prey he encountered before, and he did not fight back. force.
　　 It has suffered a lot of injuries, and it also feels danger; and the command given to it by the master does not include killing the man in front of him. Its goal has long been accomplished, and even overfulfilled.
　　 More importantly, it didn't know that the man in front of him couldn't continue the attack just now.
　　 Basilisk began to back away a little bit.
　　 exited the corridor, even exited the entire floor...
　　……
　　 Hearing the sound of the old leather rubbing on the floor, he went away a little bit.
　　 Jon Hart got up, then heaved a sigh of relief.
　　 After a hard fight, he finally saved his life.
　　 But it is not over yet, he can clearly hear the countless footsteps downstairs now.
　　 The fierce battle just now almost awakened the entire castle.
　　Countless teachers and senior students are rushing here.
　　 The duration of the compound decoction is about two or three minutes left... At this point, it is not enough time to run to the Hufflepuff common room in the basement.
　　 More importantly, in front of those powerful teachers~EbookFREE.me~ an excellent KGB agent obviously cannot get rid of their attention.
　　 Jon used his left hand to take off the pistol he was holding in his right hand, and retracted it into his pocket together with the wand; then, he held the almost broken right hand with his left hand and quickly fled to the eighth floor.
　　 Along the way, he swiftly avoided a few senior Gryffindor students who came to see what happened. Jon finally rushed to the House of Requirement before the transformation was over.
　　 Just stepping into this safe room, Jon knelt on the ground.
　　 Violent convulsions began to appear all over the body, and it was time to transform.
　　……
　　 "Harry...wait for me..."
　　 Just before Jon left the attack site, two Gryffindor sophomores arrived here.
"That voice is right here!" Harry Potter gasped, and said: "Slytherin monster, it killed people, and it seems to be injured... this time I must catch it! "
　　 "But with that voice just now, there seems to be a battle!" Ron Weasley distinguished.
　　 "I hope someone stopped that monster!" Harry Potter said to himself.
　　 "Wait a minute!" Ron Weasley pulled his sleeve from behind.
　　 A tall boy with flaming red hair lay on the floor... his whole body was cold and stiff, a frightened expression seemed to freeze on his face, making his glasses stare at the ceiling dullly.
　　 "God..." Ron knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, "It's my brother... it's Percy..."
　　 "No..." Almost at the same time, Professor Flitwick's screams came from the Ravenclaw Tower on the west side of the castle, not far from them.
　　 The cry was in shock, with a bit of sadness.