great-warnovel Chapter 176 Hunting the Great Serpent
Chapter 176 Hunting the Great Serpent
Chapter 176 Hunting the Great Serpent
Legend has it that Hufflepuff left magical spells in her golden cup, which was used to save resources and water in the early days of Hogwarts.
But Helga always managed to provide fresh food and drinks to meet the needs of the entire school.
Her golden cup can replicate the contents of the cup using only basic materials, even magical ones, though it will be slower.
Most of the cup of elixir flowed into Dobby's mouth, and in the blink of an eye, one could see his eyes gradually transform from a dull, lifeless state into a vibrant light of life.
The skin, which had become pale and withered, gradually became soft and elastic, and the barely perceptible heartbeat regained its strength.
"It's working! It really is working!" Ron shouted.
"This is a miracle! We've broken the Killing Curse!" Flitwick screamed softly. Before doing all this, even Hermione herself wasn't sure. There were too many assumptions and too many incomprehensible steps involved. She herself was just trying anything.
This mindset is not conducive to the synthesis of the elixir, so she must recruit more people to join in and get more wizards to make this happen with their own determination.
Of all those who contributed the most, Draco was undoubtedly the one with the strongest and most unwavering conviction. Even the professors, with their doubts, could not create the Elixir with the same pure will as he did.
"From this day forward, we have taken the first real step in the fight against the Death Curse," Dumbledore said with a smile. Compared to a death vest or other protective measures, being able to save the life of the cursed person is fundamentally different.
"This should be written into potions textbooks in an unimaginable way."
"Will our names be included too? We all helped!" Harry asked excitedly, amazed that he was actually involved in such an epic event.
McGonagall and Flitwick stood by, smiling, watching the children make a ruckus.
"I think my next book will also be a bestseller because of today," Lockhart said weakly. There was still a lingering shadow in his eyes, but he looked much more cheerful than before.
Psychological problems cannot be cured quickly, but after this incident, he will likely gradually develop in a more positive direction and will not use the potentially dangerous memory spell to reshape his personality again.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and handed the golden cup to Dumbledore with satisfaction. A small amount of the Resurrection Elixir remained inside.
He cast a spell to seal the cup, and it was gone in the blink of an eye.
Lying in Draco's arms, Dobby slowly opened his eyes, looking around in confusion.
"Dobby—Dobby isn't dead?" The corrosive effects of the death force on the body won't be completely eradicated so quickly.
He struggled to speak in his hoarse voice.
"You should thank this witch," Gonuk said, trying to keep his tone calm, but in this situation...
It's really hard to stay calm.
The Avada Kedavra curse, once considered an unforgivable curse, is now being used again, albeit with the same death-dealing power.
But it's still earth-shattering news!
The fact that a young witch at Hogwarts could revive someone who was destined to die might even shake the Green Flame Party's established narrative.
The terrifying image is so deeply ingrained in people's minds. If we give her some more time to study it in depth, she might actually be able to save the people who have been cursed with the Killing Curse!
"Was it Miss Granger who saved Dobby?" the house-elf asked Hermione.
"Dobby once attempted to assassinate Miss Granger—."
Hermione shook her head: "I only provided a solution. The one who truly made this miracle happen was Draco and everyone here."
Xiao Long looked at Dobi, a light little thing cradled in his arms, with red eyes. It wasn't even as heavy as a suitcase.
Although he had just cried terribly, he was now too embarrassed to say a soft word when facing the living little elf.
"You have paid for everything the Malfoys have with your life!" he said curtly to Dobby.
"From this day forward, your new life belongs only to you. Don't do anything for me anymore! And you're not allowed to follow me or anyone from the Malfoy family!"
Although he said some very blunt things, everyone knew that this was his way of showing concern for Dobby.
"Isn't this really touching?" Flitwick quietly wiped his eyes; he was always too sentimental.
"It would be freer to continue wandering the wasteland," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Dobby, would you be willing to accept a position as an elf at Hogwarts, serving the children?"
Just as he accepted Narcissa, sending Dobby out to wander doesn't seem like a very good choice.
Draco might want to see Dobby again in the future, but he just can't bring himself to say it.
"The school will pay you a salary, and you can do whatever you want with your time outside of your assigned work. You can go wherever you want through the fireplace and say no to anything you don't want to do."
Dobby watched all this in astonishment. He was originally a wanted fugitive elf, hated by everyone. After being abandoned by his master, he had nowhere better to go than to wander the wasteland.
But suddenly, Hogwarts was willing to accept him!
"Of course, we won't force you to lose your freedom again if you don't want to," Dumbledore added.
Dobby quickly and laboriously sat up: "Dobby is willing! Dobby, Dobby just likes freedom, it's not that Dobby doesn't want to work!"
Draco quickly supported him, saying, "You've only just recovered! Don't exert yourself like that!"
McGonagall laughed. "Great, it looks like everything has been perfectly resolved."
She turned to look at the enormous snake carcass behind her: "We've been here too long. The second-year students are still out in the wild. We need to get back quickly."
Lockhart then remembered that he had a group of students left in the wild, so he turned to Flitwick for help, as he couldn't continue teaching in this condition.
"And we also need to find a way to get this basilisk's corpse back and deal with it." McGonagall pondered, the basilisk, which had lived for a thousand years, was valuable from head to toe.
"Wait!" Gonuk quickly said.
"I think I can make a deal with you?" he said, mustering his courage. The wizards before him were from Hogwarts, and they were perhaps the most docile wizarding faction. The goblins all knew of the Order of the Phoenix, but they had never actually met them before.
"If you can give me the skin of this basilisk, I can use the rest of its parts to forge a weapon for you." He looked at Flitwick, the only person among the crowd he knew well and who might speak up for him.
"A weapon capable of shattering that kind of immortal power!"
The basilisk's bones are soaked in Voldemort's death energy, and with the forging of fairy magic, this could become a breakthrough point, using the same source of power to shatter Voldemort's immortality!
Dumbledore immediately began to consider the feasibility of this. Even from his perspective, goblin magic had a secret, unseen aspect. Goblins always possessed all sorts of strange and wonderful powers. They could even help Muggles quickly master nuclear energy and gradually allow them to touch the existence of the soul, thus developing materials like polymers.
"What do you want the basilisk's skin for?" he asked.
Gonuk sighed, "Because our secret realm is about to be burned to the ground."
"The largest secret realm of the Coexistence Faction is now struggling to survive beneath this canyon, with the Fiendfire burning continuously, fueled by the secret realm."
"The skin of this basilisk can withstand the burning of the Fiendfire. We need to use it to wrap the secret realm to avoid the Fiendfire."
Dumbledore realized that Gonuk was telling the truth. From his perspective, even if it wasn't a trade, it was worth giving away the basilisk skin just to protect the coexisting faction among the goblins, not to mention that he would also gain a weapon specifically designed to counter Voldemort.
He looked at Lockhart: "Our defense professor, this is your spoils, what do you think?"
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Lockhart readily agreed, shrugging, "Just leave me a snake fang as a souvenir, Hogwarts can handle the rest."
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"Wait!" Hermione interrupted.
She looked at Gnouk and asked a question: "Who do you think owns the Gryffindor sword?"
One of the biggest points of contention between fairies and wizards lies in their differing values. They believe that the rightful owner of an object is always its maker, not its buyer. Because of this value, they have always claimed that the Gryffindor sword should belong to the fairy who forged it and his descendants, not Gryffindor, even though he has already paid for it, but that was just rent.
This question persists to this day: to whom should the ownership of that forged weapon, capable of shattering the power of immortality, belong? And will the reward of the basilisk skin, in a subtle way, become rent?
Gornuk hadn't expected Hermione to bring this up, but he quickly grasped the crux of the matter.
Flitwick watched him nervously. As a half-elf, he knew all too well how stubborn elves could be, especially when it came to their debts, with an endless thirst for retribution. If he said the wrong thing now, the deal might really fall through.
Gonuk smiled wryly: "Now that things have come to this, the coexistence faction must learn to merge with humanity. Stubbornly clinging to its own values will only lead to being burned alive."
As the gentlest of the fairies, they are even fewer in number, numbering only a little over a hundred. Currently, most of them are trapped in the secret realm and cannot get out, which means they are at a critical juncture of life and death.
"I can promise that at least our line of goblins will not claim ownership of the Gryffindor sword or any other goblin creations, just like in your human transactions where you provide the money and we provide the labor."
Fairies live longer than wizards, and many of them experienced the war fifty years ago. However, at that time, the fairies were largely coerced by the Extinctionists, and these moderates didn't even dare to speak up. It wasn't until the whole world was turned into a wasteland and everyone calmed down a bit that they barely had the right to speak.
"I'm all set." Hermione nodded in satisfaction.
"Wait!" This time it was Harry. Everyone looked at him strangely. What could be wrong with this kid?
"May we visit your secret realm sometime?" He looked at the fairy eagerly, completely disregarding the fact that this was a very serious negotiation between the two races.
Gonuk felt he was really getting old and couldn't keep up with the thinking of the young people: "Of course, the coexistence faction originally intended to further merge with the wizards."
But in fact, this was almost done decades ago. Fairies lived in human society and provided services to humans. But today, it has to be done all over again.
Rather than merging in daily life, it's more accurate to say that they need to understand each other on a value level, instead of forcibly forcing them together as before. This is the final result reached by the coexistence faction, but unfortunately, they were outmaneuvered by the extinction faction before they could even truly try it.
"Then I have no problem with it either." Harry nodded in a seemingly serious manner, indicating that he agreed to the deal.
"Then I need the basilisk's skin, its complete skeleton, its large fangs, and its pupils, especially its eyes, whose power is the most crucial," Gonuk said.
"However, this may take several months or even longer. Also, what kind of weapon do you want?" Entering order mode, he began to ask the wizards for their requirements.
Dumbledore turned his gaze to Hermione, since she had said she would leave Voldemort to her, and it would be best to ask her what weapon she preferred.
"A spear, of course!" Hermione declared immediately.
"Only a spear can hunt the giant serpent!"