Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

The eight-eyed giant spiders scuttled back and forth in despair, clicking their mandibles anxiously. Panic spread among them like wildfire, their instincts warning them of the greater terror lurking beyond the door.

The basilisk slithered forward, its forked tongue flickering as if savoring the anticipation of a meal. As it neared the entrance, its deadly eyes finally exerted their full power. A few unfortunate spiders, too slow to shut their eyes, let out guttural wails before collapsing lifelessly to the ground. The smarter ones, however, quickly realized the truth—the beast inside the gate was far more terrifying than they had imagined.

Under the oppressive presence of the basilisk, chaos reigned among the spiders. In their desperation, they turned on one of their own, trampling it in their frantic bid for escape. A cunning strategy, perhaps, but it was not enough.

David, watching the spectacle unfold, commanded his summoned basilisk to block their path. Though it obeyed, its gaze lacked the true power of a real basilisk, making its attacks less effective. Some of the more nimble spiders managed to evade it, slipping past in search of safety.

Realizing the summoned basilisk alone would not be enough, David raised his wand and shouted, "Come out, Norwegian Ridgeback!"

A thunderous roar echoed through the chamber as the massive dragon materialized, its bat-like wings unfurling with a mighty gust. It lifted its head high, releasing another earth-shaking roar in response to David's call. Satisfied, David pointed forward and commanded, "Norwegian Ridgeback, use Dragon Flame!"

The great dragon flapped its wings, taking to the air and hovering above the advancing eight-eyed spiders. With a deep, guttural growl, it unleashed a torrent of scorching dragon fire. The spiders screeched, scrambling to escape, but with the basilisk blocking their retreat, they had nowhere to run. The inferno engulfed them, leaving charred husks in its wake.

Despite the devastating attack, the surviving spiders refused to give up. Driven by sheer desperation, they launched wave after wave of assaults against the summoned basilisk. Its scales began to crack under their relentless assault, yet it fought on. Fortunately, their inability to use magic meant that David himself remained unscathed.

David furrowed his brows. Something was missing. Other summoned creatures possessed unique abilities—the Norwegian Ridgeback could breathe fire, the water horse could shapeshift. But the basilisk? It had nothing beyond its bite and tail strikes. Had he failed in summoning its full potential?

As he contemplated this, the true basilisk from the secret chamber did something unexpected. It pushed forward through the swarm of spiders, forcing its way closer to the struggling summoned basilisk. Then, pressing its body against the summoned one, it held still.

David narrowed his eyes. What was it doing?

To his astonishment, the eyes of the summoned basilisk suddenly glowed. A brilliant yellow spread outward from its pupils, overtaking the dull gaze it had before. The effect was immediate—any spider that so much as glanced at its now-empowered gaze collapsed lifelessly.

David's jaw dropped. He hadn't expected this at all. Just by being in contact with the real basilisk, the summoned one had gained its deadly sight. Though he did not fully understand the mechanics behind it, he wasted no time in taking advantage of it.

"Keep going!" he ordered.

With its newfound power, the battle swiftly turned. The spiders, now utterly overmatched, fell one by one until none remained standing.

Though a few managed to escape in the chaos, it was no longer a concern. The battle had been won.

Once the dust settled, David made another remarkable discovery. When the basilisks locked eyes with one another, the deadly magic in their gaze faded. Likewise, when its eyes turned toward its allies, the magic weakened, ensuring no harm came to them.

"Well, I've kept you blindfolded for nothing, haven't I?" David muttered, shaking his head with a wry smile.

He dismissed the summoned creatures and instructed the basilisk to hide its magic once more. As an apology, he walked over and gently stroked the great serpent's jaw before guiding it back into the mouth of Salazar's statue.

Surveying the battlefield, David sighed. The corpses of the eight-eyed giant spiders were still smoldering from the dragon's fire. Their remains were likely useless now.

"Shouldn't have called the Ridgeback..." he murmured with a hint of regret.

Shrugging, he made his way back through the pipes to the girls' bathroom. He had an idea. He would call Fred and George to help collect whatever was salvageable from the spider corpses. They could sell the parts for a hefty profit, and in the process, he could help Ron buy a new wand without making it too obvious.

As he emerged, Myrtle let out an excited gasp and rushed toward him. "David! You're back! Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine," he assured her with a smile.

"Oh, that's good," she sighed in relief. "I heard so much noise outside, so I went to check. The castle was swarming with creatures! I flew all over looking for you, but I couldn't find you. I was so worried!"

"Thanks for your concern, Myrtle," David replied. "Hermione and the others were hiding in the underground classroom."

"I figured as much," Myrtle said. "Oh, by the way, the professors have managed to lock up most of the animals now. The castle should be safe again."

"Then I should head back. Thanks for the update, Myrtle."

Bidding her farewell, David hurried toward the underground classroom. As he approached, he saw students emerging, their voices filled with excited chatter. Professors were maintaining order, ushering them back to their dormitories. McGonagall looked exhausted but determined, while Snape was nowhere to be seen—undoubtedly still studying the red gas, the key to solving Hogwarts' dilemma.

Carefully weaving through the crowd, David slipped into the classroom where Hermione, Neville, Harry, and Ron were gathered around the decoy model of himself. Their eyes darted to the door every few moments, clearly anxious.

Fred and George were nearby, deeply engrossed in a game of wizard's chess.

"Why hasn't David come yet?" Ron muttered. "We're the only ones left down here! What if the professors check?"

Harry scratched his head. "You think he's in trouble?"

"No way!" Hermione snapped, resolute. "He'll be back soon."

"Mind making some space?" David's voice cut through their conversation.

They all jolted in shock, but when they turned and saw him, relief flooded their faces. Harry and Ron quickly moved aside, allowing David to slip in and make himself visible again.

"How did it go?" Hermione asked quietly.

David smirked. "A little tricky, but it worked out. And... I have a business opportunity for you all."

"Business?" Ron's ears perked up at the mention of money.

Fred and George immediately abandoned their game, grinning. "Did someone say Galleons?" Fred asked, slinging an arm around David's shoulder.

George mirrored him on the other side. "We hope you're not planning to leave us out, dear David."

David chuckled. "Of course not. In fact, you two might be the biggest winners. Let's talk on the way back. Professor McGonagall will check here soon."

With that, they set off, their laughter echoing down the hall.