Harry gulped, backing away with the silver sword in hand, slashing it wildly. But all a sudden, a red, flailing something hits the snake on the back of its head, and the basilisk screeches, darting away.
He blinks.
"Harry, I'm disappointed!" Mayumi stood, scowling, "Grab the right weapons for the right battle!"
She grins madly, and transfigured another loose piece of rubble into a rooster.