Lockhart of The Kaleidoscope

The sound of Satoru Gojo's scream echoed through the Chamber of Secrets, bouncing off the cold stone walls like a haunting melody. Gilderoy Lockhart stood frozen for a split second, unable to process the sight before him. The Basilisk, its massive jaws now slick with blood, reared back, a triumphant hiss escaping its throat. Its venom dripped from its fangs, sizzling as it hit the stone floor, leaving behind dark, smoking stains.

Gojo was still standing, but just barely. His right arm was gone—completely severed at the elbow—and blood flowed freely from the wound, staining the stone beneath him. His usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a look of shock and pain as his body trembled under the weight of the Basilisk's venom. He staggered back, clutching the stump of his arm, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the venom worked its way through his system.

Gilderoy snapped into action, his mind racing. Gojo had made a miscalculation—a deadly one. The Basilisk's venom, ancient and powerful, was far more than just a physical poison. It had anti-magic properties, potent enough to dissolve Horcruxes and disrupt even the most powerful magical defenses. The fact that it had breached Gojo's Infinity barrier was a terrifying testament to the creature's power.

"Gojo!" Gilderoy shouted, rushing toward the wounded sorcerer.

Gojo's face was pale, and he was sweating profusely. The venom was working quickly, not only attacking his body but also his cursed energy. His usually boundless reserves of power felt like they were being devoured from the inside out. The familiar connection to his Limitless technique was slipping away, and for the first time in years, Gojo felt vulnerable.

"That… that thing's venom…" Gojo muttered through gritted teeth, his voice barely audible. "It's… eating through my Infinity. I didn't think that was possible."

"Neither did I," Gilderoy replied, his voice tight with tension. His eyes flicked to the Basilisk, which was now coiling itself up for another strike. The massive creature hissed, its long, emerald body shimmering in the dim light, its eyes glowing with deadly intent.

Gilderoy quickly reached into his coat and produced one of the Phenex Tears he had acquired. The glowing vial shone brightly in the dark chamber, its liquid swirling with a faint golden light. He popped the cork and poured it on Gojo's wounds. Satoru Gojo lost again

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The air in the Chamber of Secrets was thick with tension, the silence of the ancient room shattered by the heavy, metallic thud of Sentinels preparing to engage the monstrous Basilisk. The creature, its colossal form gleaming in the dim light, let out a deep, venomous hiss that echoed through the chamber, reverberating off the stone walls like the breath of death itself.

From beneath the cover of Annabeth's invisibility cap[AUHTOR'S NOTE:- From percy jackson series], Gilderoy Lockhart felt a cold sweat forming on his brow. His eyes flicked to the prone body of Satoru Gojo, unconscious from the Basilisk's venomous bite, missing an arm but still alive. The Phenex Tears had done their job in neutralizing the venom, but Gojo's defeat had left Gilderoy in a precarious position.

Gojo had been his Plan A, his card to take down the Basilisk, the beast that had terrorized Hogwarts for centuries.He still have a Plan B .Gojo's gamble—letting the Basilisk bite him in hopes of blasting it from within—had backfired spectacularly. The venom had overwhelmed even Infinity, one of the most powerful defensive techniques in existence.

And now Gilderoy was on his own. The Sentinels, standing at the ready with their diamond-like armor and razor-sharp blades, were his last line of defense. He had no choice but to rely on them.

"Engage the target," Gilderoy whispered, his voice barely audible as he gave the command. His wand was drawn, his hand steady despite the rising tension in his chest. He was almost finished preparing the magical sequence that would weaken the Basilisk, but time was running out.

The Sentinels responded immediately, their glowing eyes locking onto the Basilisk as their arms shifted and morphed into gleaming blades. Their diamond-encrusted exteriors (from copying Emma Frost's mutant ability) shone in the low light of the Chamber, the mechanical whirr of their transformations echoing like the calm before a storm.

The Basilisk, coiled and ready to strike, reared back, its massive body shifting and curling through the chamber like a nightmare given form. Its eyes were still veiled, but the sheer size and power of the creature made it a deadly threat without the need for its petrifying gaze. The Basilisk's tail lashed out like a whip, crashing into the stone floor with enough force to send cracks rippling through the ancient chamber.

Without hesitation, the first Sentinel lunged forward, its blade-arm raised high. It moved with precision and speed, its heavy footfalls shaking the ground beneath it. The Sentinel swung its diamond blade toward the Basilisk's underbelly, where the scales were thinner, hoping to slice through the creature's defenses.

The blade struck, but the Basilisk's scales, ancient and imbued with dark magic, resisted even the diamond's sharpness. The blade scraped across the Basilisk's hide, leaving only a faint mark as the creature let out a furious hiss.

The second Sentinel joined the fight, attacking from the other side. Its blade-arm sliced through the air, aiming for the Basilisk's throat. The creature twisted with terrifying speed, snapping its massive jaws at the Sentinel. The machine barely dodged the attack, the Basilisk's fangs grazing the air where it had been moments before.

Gilderoy, still invisible and crouched low behind a crumbling pillar, watched the battle unfold. His heart pounded in his chest as he etched the last few symbols into the stone floor. During gojo's fight he wasn't just sitting idle but was writing a magical sequence around the snake. Each rune was precise, each line drawn with careful calculation. The magical sequence was nearly complete, but the Basilisk was relentless, and the Sentinels were struggling to keep the creature at bay.

"Just a little longer," Gilderoy muttered under his breath, his eyes flicking back and forth between the fight and the glowing symbols at his feet. The magic he was preparing would unravel the Basilisk's magical resistance, leaving it vulnerable to attack. But it had to be perfect. One mistake, and the whole plan would fall apart.

The first Sentinel charged again, this time aiming for the Basilisk's exposed side. Its diamond blade sliced through the air with incredible force, but the Basilisk, sensing the attack, lashed out with its tail. The Sentinel was thrown backward, crashing into the stone wall with a deafening clang. Sparks flew from its damaged body as it struggled to right itself.

The second Sentinel pressed forward, slashing at the Basilisk's throat, but the creature twisted again, snapping at the machine with its venomous fangs. The Sentinel managed to dodge the attack, but only just. The Basilisk's venom dripped from its fangs, hissing as it hit the stone floor, burning through the ancient stone like acid.

Gilderoy gritted his teeth, his hand shaking slightly as he drew the final symbol. Gojo had failed to deliver the finishing blow, and now the Basilisk was enraged, its every movement more aggressive than the last. The Sentinels were powerful, but they were no match for a creature that had existed for over a thousand years, steeped in dark magic and hatred.

The chamber echoed with the clash of metal and the deep, resonant hisses of the Basilisk as it continued to strike at the Sentinels with terrifying speed. One wrong move from the Sentinels, and the creature would crush them like insects. Gilderoy had to finish the sequence before it was too late.

He quickly inscribed the final rune, his breath shallow as he glanced up from his work. The Basilisk was becoming more frenzied, its eyes still veiled but its senses heightened. It had not yet noticed him, hidden as he was by Annabeth's cap, but the creature's awareness was growing sharper with each moment.

"Almost there," Gilderoy whispered, his fingers trembling as he completed the magical sequence. The runes glowed faintly, their power beginning to build as the magic took hold. A pulse of energy rippled through the air, barely noticeable at first but growing stronger with each passing second.

The first Sentinel, damaged but not destroyed, lunged at the Basilisk once more, its diamond blade aimed at the creature's exposed underbelly. The Basilisk twisted violently, coiling its body around the Sentinel and crushing it in a powerful grip. The sound of metal buckling under the pressure filled the chamber, and the Sentinel let out a mechanical whine as its body was crushed.

The second Sentinel attacked from the side, its blade slicing through the air toward the Basilisk's throat. The creature hissed in fury, releasing the crushed Sentinel and whipping its tail toward the attacker. The Sentinel dodged, but the Basilisk was faster, its fangs snapping down on the machine's arm, tearing it off in a shower of sparks.

Gilderoy's heart raced as the Basilisk let out a furious roar, its body coiling and thrashing as it fought off the remaining Sentinel. The creature was growing more aggressive, more dangerous with each passing moment. And then, as if sensing something, the Basilisk suddenly paused.

It lifted its massive head, its forked tongue flicking out as it tasted the air. The creature's head swiveled, its eyes still veiled, but its senses sharp. It was searching for something—something it couldn't see.

Gilderoy froze, his breath catching in his throat. The Basilisk was searching for him.

Snakes, magical or not, were sensitive to changes in their environment—temperature, scent, even the faintest shifts in the air. And Gilderoy's magical sequence, now glowing faintly on the stone floor, was enough to catch the creature's attention.

The Basilisk turned its head toward the magical runes, its massive body shifting as it prepared to strike. Gilderoy remained invisible, crouched low behind the pillar, but the creature was honing in on the magic. It couldn't see him, but it could sense the power.

With a terrifying speed, the Basilisk lunged.

The ground shook as the creature's massive body surged forward, its fangs bared and ready to strike. Gilderoy's heart leapt into his throat as the Basilisk closed in on the spot where he had been writing the runes. He scrambled to his feet, still invisible, but the Basilisk's senses were too sharp. It wasn't relying on sight—it was following the pulse of the magic.

The creature's massive jaws opened wide, venom dripping from its fangs as it prepared to strike. The Sentinels, damaged and struggling to recover, were too far away to stop the Basilisk in time. Gilderoy's eyes widened as the creature's shadow loomed over him, its fangs inches from where he stood.

Time seemed to slow. Gilderoy's mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. The Basilisk was too close.He couldn't escape.