Being held by the Undead Bird was not a comfortable experience.
When Jon was brought into the secret chamber by the Undead Bird, the Basilisk was moving towards him. In the illusion, Jon could hear its heavy body sliding slowly across the dusty ground.
On the other side, Harry, with his eyes still closed, began to run blindly to the side, his hands reaching out in front of him.
Liddell was laughing maniacally …
Harry tripped and fell heavily on the stone. The Basilisk was inching closer. The situation was urgent.
Suddenly, Harry heard an explosive crack above his head. Something hit Harry hard, knocking him against the wall.
He waited for the fangs to sink into his body. Then he heard a frantic hissing sound as something knocked the stone pillar aside.
Jon did not fall to the ground. The Undead Bird had taken him through space, but he still had to adjust his state of mind to make sure that he was not discovered by Liddell's soul. At the same time, he had to make sure that the Weave was closely connected to him and that he could transmit as much as possible.
Fortunately, although the Hogwarts were not fully conscious, they still had some basic instincts.
On the other side, Harry was not feeling well either.
He kept his eyes closed in discomfort, so he could not bear it any longer. He opened his eyes a little to see what was going on.
The huge Basilisk was green all over, glowing with the brilliant light of a venomous snake. Its body was as thick as the trunk of an oak tree. It stretched its upper body high into the air, its large flat head weaving randomly between the stone pillars as if it was drunk.
Just as Harry shuddered and tried to close his eyes, the Basilisk turned, and Harry saw what had distracted it.
Fawkes was circling its head. The Basilisk lunged angrily at the Phoenix, revealing long, thin, poisonous fangs in its mouth.
Fawkes swooped down, its long golden beak plunging into the Basilisk's head. Suddenly, black blood splattered to the ground like a shower. The Basilisk's tail swayed wildly, almost hitting Harry.
Before Harry could close his eyes, the Basilisk had turned its head.
Harry saw its face from the front, and saw its eyes — huge yellow lightbulbs, blinded by the Phoenix. Black blood gushed to the ground, and the Basilisk grunted in agony.
"No!" Jon heard Liddell scream. "Get away from that bird! Get away from that bird! The boy is behind you! You can still smell him! Kill him! "
The blind snake monster turned around. It had lost its target and did not know what to do, but it was still very dangerous.
Fawkes danced around its head while singing a strange song. From time to time, it would peck the snake monster's scaly nose here and there. Black blood spurted out from the snake monster's blinded eyes.
"Help me, help me," cried Harry, bewildered. "Help me, anyone!"
The Basilisk's tail swept over again, and Harry quickly lowered his head. Jon quickly flicked his fingers, so something soft was scraped by the Basilisk's tail and hit Harry's face.
The Basilisk swept the Sorting Hat into Harry's arms.
Harry clutched at his hat. It was his only weapon, his only hope.
He clasped it on his head and then fell to the ground because the Basilisk's tail was sweeping towards him again.
"Help me — help me —" Harry thought, his eyes pressed tightly under the hat. "Please help me."
There was no answer. Instead, the hat became tighter and tighter, as if an invisible hand was desperately clenching it.
As Dumbledore had predicted, Harry did not discover the secret of the hat, so Jon had to resort to a trick — to use the special power of the Founder's blood to stimulate the Sorting Hat to respond.
And so.
Clang!
Something hard and heavy fell on top of Harry's head, almost knocking him out.
Stars appeared in front of his eyes. He grabbed the top of the hat and tried to take it off, but felt something long and hard under the hat.
A shiny silver sword appeared in the hat. The hilt of the sword was inlaid with a dazzling ruby the size of an egg.
"Kill the boy! Get away from that bird! The boy is behind you! Smell hard — smell him! "
Liddell was screaming again.
But Harry was on his feet, ready.
The Basilisk's head was descending. It turned its face towards Harry, its body coiling round and round, slapping against the pillars.
Harry could see its two huge, bloody eye sockets, and its mouth was so wide open that it could swallow him whole. Two rows of fangs, as long as his silver sword, were exposed in its mouth. They were thin, gleaming, and filled with venom.
It came at him blindly, and Harry dodged, running into the wall of the chamber.
Then it came at him again, its forked tongue swishing over Harry's body. Harry raised the sword with both hands and tried to resist.
The Basilisk came at him again. This time its aim was clear. Harry put all his strength into the sword and plunged it deep into the Basilisk's palate, up to the hilt.
But just as the warm blood of the Basilisk soaked Harry's arm, he felt a sudden, piercing pain in his elbow.
One of the fangs, dripping with venom, was sinking deeper and deeper into his arm, and as the Basilisk writhed in agony and rolled to one side of the floor, the fangs broke.
Harry slid down the wall to the floor.
He caught hold of the fangs that were spewing venom into his body and pulled it out of his arm.
But it was too late. The pain was spreading slowly and steadily from the wound to the rest of his body.
As he threw away the fangs and watched his blood slowly soak into his robe, his vision began to blur — the chamber was dissolving into a whirling gloom.
A flash of crimson light passed lightly before his eyes, and Harry heard the soft scratching of claws beside him.
"Fawkes," Harry mumbled. "You're wonderful, Fawkes …"
The bird put its beautiful head against the spot where the Basilisk's fangs had pierced him, and then a dark shadow stood before him.
"You're dead, Harry Potter," Liddell's voice said above him. "Dead. Even Dumbledore's bird knows it.
Do you see what it's doing, Potter?
It's crying.
I'm going to sit here and watch you die, Harry Potter.
Don't worry, I have plenty of time. "
— Retard. Jon rolled his eyes under the influence of the Phantom Spell, but his good nature kept him from cursing out loud.
The Undead Bird's tears were very precious, and he had to ask Dumbledore for them later.
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