nyslfriends Chapter 117, Section 116: The Great Battle with the Dark Lord! In a panic, they ran for their lives!
Chapter 117, Section 116: The Great Battle with the Dark Lord! In a panic, they ran for their lives!
Chapter 117, Section 116: The Great Battle with the Dark Lord! In a panic, they ran for their lives!
Deep within the dark and oppressive underground passage.
The pure white fluorescent light that had been illuminating the passageway turned into an eerie green almost instantly. It was the Unforgivable Curse that Ian had unleashed in his panic and fear.
no way.
Who told him to recognize the face on the deformed creature's head so quickly!
Tom without a nose!
As the saying goes, when two people meet on a narrow path, the one who hesitates will be defeated. Ian didn't want to give his opponent a chance to make a move. After all, Tom, who has no nose, is still the real Dark Lord.
Even if it's just a wisp of a dying soul, it's still a formidable evil villain. Who knows what sinister and terrifying curses or magic it might unleash in its soul form?
This was also the first time Ian had ever faced a fully awakened Voldemort on Earth.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Accompanied by Ian's decisive chanting of the incantation.
The green light drew a perfect arc in the air, like the scythe of death, carrying an irresistible aura of death, pointing directly at the deformed monster and the remnant soul of Voldemort above its head.
Voldemort, who was planning to possess a young wizard and infiltrate Hogwarts to find out how many Horcruxes had been found on him, was completely dumbfounded when faced with the familiar green light.
A deadly curse!
How many years has it been since I died?
When did Hogwarts become so avant-garde?!
How could I have witnessed my signature move on a seemingly short, underage student? This is probably either a dwarf disguised as a young wizard or an old man with dwarf blood!
"Hiss~"
Voldemort's remnant soul hadn't considered taking any precautions, since he felt he was facing a minor wizard who only knew how to use the Levitate Charm, which meant he had no time to use any countermeasures.
The creature he was attached to was also trapped in the underground passage with nowhere to hide. The deformed monster seemed to realize the impending destruction the moment the green light approached. Its huge body began to tremble violently, and its deformed limbs waved helplessly, trying to block the fierce magical beam that was rushing towards it.
however.
The curse that represents death will not stop there. Everything is already destined. Even if the green light only hits its limbs, the deadly "spider web" will still spread to its whole body in an instant.
Like a sister who clings to one's bones, it has permeated one's soul.
This might be a relief for the creature, after all, being possessed by Voldemort's remnant soul was an experience far worse than that of a terminally ill cancer patient. Its body was twisted and deformed, its skin covered with strange patterns and lumps, like a demon crawling out of hell.
"Puff"
The domineering and unsolvable nature of the Unforgivable Curse was on full display at this moment. The enormous, deformed creature may have had considerable magic resistance, but it still didn't even have time to let out a desperate howl.
With a dull thud, the deformed creature crashed to the ground, splashing a large puddle of foul-smelling water, which Ian managed to block with his umbrella in his other hand.
"Phew~"
As the green "spider web" enveloped the soul deeper into the body, large wisps of black mist rose from the corpse, and Voldemort's remnant soul clearly used the souls of the creatures he possessed as a shield.
Black fog billowed.
The black mist churned and swirled, like an endless dark ocean, oppressive and terrifyingly eerie, carrying an indescribable sense of strangeness and evil.
"Impossible! The Killing Curse!! You are not a Hogwarts student!!!"
Voldemort's remnant soul is hidden within.
He had no intention or plan to attack Ian, and immediately flew away after leaving his body.
Very decisive, which probably stemmed from the Dark Lord's caution and keen intuition about magic—Voldemort's remnant soul discovered that the Killing Curse that killed his "temporary body" did not disappear after the creature's death.
"How could this happen!"
Sensing that the spiderwebs above seemed to be gathering together again, ready to strike, Voldemort's remnant soul realized that he had encountered a real ghost in this dimly lit place today!
"What did you do to the Killing Curse?!"
As it turned out, Voldemort's remnant soul was not mistaken. His soul had just fled for its life when the green spider webs on the deformed creature's body had already coalesced and launched itself.
It only took about two seconds.
"Boom!"
Seeing the eerie green light attacking him again, Voldemort's remnant soul dared not be careless. He directly manipulated the billowing black mist around him to overturn the walls of the underground passage.
The deadly green light was blocked by the shattered wall, which then created a spiderweb-like pattern on the surface.
This time, however, it did not reassemble but gradually disappeared.
"Thank goodness—thankfully, I've only just gotten to the initial stage of developing my Avada Kedavra." Not only was Voldemort's remnant soul frantically fleeing, but Ian, who was relentlessly pursuing him, was also shaken. Through their brief exchange, the young wizard had keenly realized that Voldemort's remnant soul might not have much power left.
otherwise.
It's unlikely that dodging a killing curse would be so disastrous. Perhaps, in this state of barely clinging to life, a remnant soul...
Voldemort's soul at most only knows some methods that don't require much magic.
This was the guess that popped into Ian's mind.
This only reignited his longing for magic.
Having already missed two opportunities to increase his magic limit, he was determined to seize this chance to use the extraordinary trait of the [Soul Furnace].
What does it mean when someone is sleepy and a pillow is handed to them? This is what it means when Voldemort delivers warmth to your doorstep! Taking some risks to confront the most terrifying dark wizard of modern times in order to solve the problem of his lack of magic that has been bothering him recently is a worthwhile adventure!
"Don't run away, Tom! We're brothers who grew up in the same neighborhood! We can sit down and talk about anything!" Ian tried to get closer to Voldemort, who was getting further and further away from him.
There was no other way; two legs simply couldn't compare to flying. Seeing that Voldemort's remnant soul showed no regard for their kinship, he could only conjure up a flying broomstick for himself. Such a magical artifact didn't require much magic power to maintain, and could even be fine-tuned based on Ian's magic power input and his understanding of flying artifacts.
It was quite a coincidence.
Ian, who had studied the flight cloak, actually knew quite a bit about flying gadgets. So, he ended up riding on a flying broom that was even faster than the rocket crossbow that hadn't even been invented yet.
He even thoughtfully added a heated seat cushion for himself. If the design of the flight cape hadn't been incomplete, Ian wouldn't have chosen to transform himself into such a less agile flight device.
He had "dissected" the structure of the brooms in the school in order to be able to briefly use Transfiguration to achieve such a transformation effect, which is a magical transformation that other wizards cannot do.
"Damn it! What's wrong with you, little wizard!?" Voldemort's remnant soul only glanced back as he fled, only to find that the guy disguised as a dwarf behind him had conjured up a magical artifact. The speed at which that broom flew even refreshed his understanding of flying brooms.
That's so un-magical!
Sure enough, I was unlucky enough to run into something weird!
This is bizarre! Absolutely bizarre!
"Heart-Piercing!" Ian had experimented on Peeves; his magic could be applied to the soul.
Voldemort's remnant soul was naturally also subject to the realm of the soul. Another beam of magical light shot out from his wand, its purpose being to intercept Voldemort's exceptionally fast-moving remnant soul.
The magic flew very fast, but it failed to hit the remnant soul of Voldemort, who was already on guard. The senior, who was highly skilled in dark magic, slipped away from Ian's attack.
of course.
It wasn't exactly easy or enjoyable.
"You're definitely not a student!"
Voldemort's remnant soul couldn't accept being hunted down by the young wizard.
He was filled with grief and indignation, but he was unable to use magic to retaliate due to his remnant soul state. He could only continue to flee like a stray dog.
The feeling of being hunted by the Unforgivable Curse was so unfamiliar. Fortunately, the other party did not continue to release that strange killing curse, which was the only relief in Voldemort's remnant soul.
"Stop! I'll show you my student ID! Really - trust me!" Ian was also trying to intercept the other party by destroying the terrain, but Voldemort's remnant soul could slip through the gaps in the collapsed stone walls. This not only failed to stop Voldemort's remnant soul, but also made his aerial pursuit much more difficult.
Stone bricks fell from above with a crash, along with many pieces of pipe and foul-smelling sewage. Voldemort's remnant soul could not leave any material residue, but it could still be tainted by the smell of sewage.
"Don't come any closer! Get away!"
With the exit of the passage right before him, Voldemort's remnant soul unleashed almost the fastest flight speed he had ever possessed.
Suddenly, it plunged headlong into the valley hidden within the forbidden forest and darted into the forbidden forest.
He seemed to have a lot of experience in escaping; as he darted out of the cave, he waved the black mist around him.
The large and small stones scattered in the forest seemed to be pulled into the air by an invisible force.
"Boom!"
An even more violent commotion arose as Voldemort's remnant spirit enveloped the stones and shrubs of the Forbidden Forest in black mist.
He blocked the exit of that eerie passage that was full of danger to him.
The forbidden forest outside the valley.
Having just been washed by a downpour, the grass, under the clear sky after the rain, looks as if it has been reborn. Water droplets gently slide off the tips of the grass and leaves, making a soft and pleasant sound.
Voldemort dared not weaken his soul in the sunlight, so he could only flee along the shade of the trees. He did not believe that the obstacles he created could completely stop his pursuers.
This is true.
"Cunning Tom!"
Ian flicked his wand, and countless pebbles and various kinds of wood exploded. He burst out of the billowing dust and rode his "homemade" flying broomstick straight toward the direction where Voldemort's remnant soul had fled.
The burst pipe didn't get any sewage on him. Ian was a little disappointed that Rolanda Hodge wasn't there, otherwise he felt that his performance would definitely have earned him points from Mrs. Hodge.
"My dear brother! I should call you that—our meeting is a continuation of fate. How can I get you and me to have a peaceful chat?"
"Is it—an astral projection?" Ian's wand trembled repeatedly.
Several Soul-Stealing Curses surged forth in succession, scattering like missiles under his control, attempting to intercept Voldemort's remnant soul as it fled.
Sensing the surging magic of the young wizard behind him, and his attacks that were often even more ruthless than his own,
Voldemort's remnant soul was already feeling his scalp tingle and his heart tremble.
"This must be Dumbledore's trap!" Voldemort's remnant soul roared angrily, his face twisting and turning in the billowing black mist.
Filled with fear.
He couldn't believe that the young wizards at Hogwarts had evolved into such a terrifying state; the only reasonable explanation was that he had once again fallen into Dumbledore's trap.
"Who are you?!"
Voldemort's remnant soul had already decided that Ian must be some old guy who had drunk Polyjuice Potion, and faced with the magical attack, he could only use the other lives around him to defend himself.
The air after the rain was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass, a unique fragrance of the earth after the rain. Occasionally, one or two wet little animals would peek out from the grass, curiously observing this world washed clean by the rain—a scene that should have been full of life.
However, the remnant of Voldemort, active in the shade of the tree, destroyed everything. Voldemort, rushing by, stirred up these small animals and used them as shields to block Ian's magic.
The poor Bowtruckle, the Rainbow Deer, and even a troll that had just emerged from a cave were all struck by the Imperius Curse and forced to stand at attention and salute.
Of course, compared to the vegetation where Voldemort's remnant soul flew by, these magical creatures at least managed to escape with their lives and did not suffer death like those withered and dying plants.
It wasn't that Voldemort's remnant soul was absorbing the life force of plants along the way; he didn't have that much magic power now. It was just that the dark magic aura tainted by his soul was too strong. The billowing black mist was extremely corrosive, and any plants or animals that came into contact with it would be corroded.
"I can share forbidden knowledge with you, share the secrets of immortality! Everything can be ours! Your strength deserves this glory and future!" Voldemort's remnant soul was also an old fox, and while speaking enticingly, he didn't forget to use his black mist to try to attack Ian.
The black mist, like Voldemort's exhaust fumes, transformed into shadowy tentacles behind him.
It swirled and swept towards Ian, who was riding a flying broomstick.
"I'm from your hometown! I just wanted to light a fire and catch up!" Ian spoke the truth, lighting a raging fire that burned away the inexplicably sanity-draining black mist tentacles.
Voldemort's remnant soul was even more terrified when it saw the blue light surging behind it than when it saw the Killing Curse.
Driven by an intense will to survive, their frantic escape speed increased even further.
However, Ian was fast enough that the distance between the man and the soul was closing. As the chase intensified,
The creatures in the Forbidden Forest were also disturbed by this sudden upheaval.
Birds took flight from the treetops in fright, their wings flapping against the damp air as they cried out in alarm; groups of small animals scurried through the forest, trying to escape the path of the drifting black mist.
"I sense a dark soul approaching—" A centaur was cutting up his prey while hunting, but he was a beat too slow and was pierced through by Voldemort's remnant soul.
His once healthy skin turned a rotten color in an instant, and the centaur collapsed to the ground. His people roared in shock and rage, attempting to vent their anger on Ian behind them.
"Kill these damned humans! They killed our people!" Several centaurs drew their bows and fired a volley at Ian.
This is clearly an attempt to take lives.
"Idiots! You beasts!" A roaring flame surged from Ian's wand, the flames of the Blazing Path engulfing everything in their path, destroying the obstacles in his way along with the incoming arrows. He did not choose to kill the centaurs, but instead withdrew the magical power from the flames as they approached.
The raging flames that had been sweeping through the jungle like waves vanished instantly, but the lingering heat still sent chills down the spines of the centaurs, who let out sharp screams as if they were frozen in terror.
"He attacked us!"
"That damned human brat wizard!"
"How dare he! How dare he!"
These centaurs, far from being terrified after surviving the ordeal, cursed even more frantically—the one who had clearly killed their kind was the fleeing Voldemort.
"I regret letting you go." Ian didn't tolerate the beasts. While the centaurs were still in shock, he used a Transfiguration Charm to connect their bodies together.
This magic succeeded thanks to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's explanation of centaurs' anatomy. Thus, a new species may have been born.
Twisted and frightening.
Like a monster pieced together from piles of flesh and blood, these centaurs, due to Ian's lack of skill, had completely lost their intelligence.
Their thoughts were intertwined and utterly chaotic.
"Vera Verto!"
Ian ignored the hypocritical and blind beast; his eyes were only on Voldemort ahead. If he let the other escape, he would lose the opportunity to increase his magic power.
As the young wizard cast his Transfiguration spell, Voldemort's remnant soul felt the black mist around him being affected, as if it were about to turn into sharp teeth that would harm his soul.
"What kind of magic is this!?"
Voldemort's remnant soul was exposed to a blind spot in his knowledge; all he could do was abandon the black mist influenced by Ian's magic and detonate it when he lost control of it.
"Didn't your teacher teach you Transfiguration when you were in school?" Ian chased after him frantically, and the chase turned the entire Forbidden Forest into chaos.
"Oh, and there's also the Summoning Charm—Tom Riddle, fly here!"
Ian then recalled a point his headmaster had made: since the Summoning Spell could indeed be applied to living beings, it should naturally also be able to affect souls.
as predicted.
Voldemort's remnant soul immediately felt a backward pulling force, and its speed decreased sharply.
He ran.
he chased.
He is probably doomed.
"Don't push me!"
Voldemort's remnant soul let out a terrified roar, incomprehensible to most. He glanced back at the approaching young wizard, his ferocity ignited by the boy's eager expression.
For many years.
Countless wizards dared not utter his name, and many lived in fear of him. He had only ever suffered such humiliation from Dumbledore since childhood.
Do not!
Even the humiliation Dumbledore inflicted wasn't this great!
"Die! May you be dragged into hell!"
Voldemort grew angrier and angrier until he was completely enraged. Then, the black mist around him began to change, as if determined to make those who were chasing him pay the price!
Just as a dog will bite when provoked, the Dark Lord, when pushed to the limit, also displayed his power. He was indeed different from most souls, existing in a delicate state between life and death, which enabled him to do things like casting magic, which other souls could not.
However, this was probably a desperate act, as the magic would deplete his already dwindling life force. The immense humiliation had already made Voldemort's remnant soul turn red with rage.
"Night Souls Summon Death!"
All I saw was...
The black mist that Voldemort's remnant soul had accumulated over countless years began to frantically release, revealing an indescribable evil and terror. Even the sunlight filtering through the trees into the Forbidden Forest seemed to be completely blocked at this moment, and the surging power in mid-air was as black as boiling ink.
Black fog billowed.
Like a storm.
The light dimmed instantly.
Every wisp of black mist was writhing wildly, like countless dark pythons intertwining and coiling together.
Immediately afterwards, the black mist suddenly exploded, transforming into countless pitch-black undead. The figures of countless dead souls seemed to emerge from the black mist, one after another, their ferocious faces roaring and howling.
Some retain the appearance of humans they were in life, with distorted faces, empty eyes, and invisible chains binding their bodies, emanating an aura of suffocating despair. Others transform into various ferocious beasts, with savage forms, sharp claws, thick saliva dripping from their mouths, and bloodthirsty glints in their eyes.
The sound, as if emanating from hell, echoed in every corner of the Forbidden Forest, filling listeners with fear and causing their souls to tremble. Even the most wondrous creatures, though far away, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling in fear.
Countless souls surged towards Ian like a tidal wave, their overwhelming momentum as fierce and terrifying as a thousand troops. They stretched out their festering arms as if to swallow Ian whole into the black mist.
"I knew you had something up your sleeve!"
Ian's expression remained unchanged as he raised his wand high. With a surge of magical power, terrifying Fiendfire began to grow wildly, transforming from a small flame into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye.
As the Fiery Blaze spread, the entire Forbidden Forest seemed to be illuminated. The trees, rocks, and streams that were originally hidden in the darkness were all revealed under the flames.
"Boom!"
This is a clash between Fiery Blaze and the Black Mist Undead.
As flames and black smoke intertwined, the surrounding trees began to burn fiercely, their distorted forms illuminated by the firelight, as if they were struggling in agony. Huge trunks crackled in the flames, branches and leaves quickly turning to ash and scattering in the wind. The black smoke and flames combined to create an apocalyptic scene.
Vast stretches of forest are turning into nothingness.
Countless creatures turned to ashes in this undeserved disaster.
The frail little wizard's figure flickered in and out of the firelight and black mist, like a small boat swaying precariously in the turbulent waves, yet standing firm and unyielding, impossible to capsize.
"Since you're determined to die, then I'll grant your wish!"
Amidst the surging black mist.
There was even a wisp of Voldemort's noseless face. He controlled countless undead shrouded in black mist, trying to completely engulf Ian's Fiendfire, his venomous roar echoing in all directions.
"noise."
The young wizard whispered softly.
The wand in his hand continued to output a steady stream of magic.
"I've always believed you were far, far ahead of me on the path of magic, yet even when provoked, this is all the power you've displayed?"
"This really disappoints me."
Ian's gaze was as calm as a still lake.
He shook the magic wand in his hand again.
next moment.
The blue flames began to rage wildly, suddenly growing larger and engulfing all the surrounding black mist. Countless undead wailed and were swallowed up one after another in the flames. Their bodies withered rapidly in the flames, eventually becoming nourishment for the growing flames, which grew wildly and continuously.
"Your magic! How could this be! How could this be!" Voldemort's face in the black mist turned horrified again as he felt an incredible surge of magic.
"Who exactly are you?!"
As he asked the question with surprise and uncertainty.
"roar!"
Suddenly, blue claws slammed into Voldemort's face, tearing apart his ugly features and the boundless darkness brought by the black mist, revealing the sky that had been obscured outside.
"Just a junior who wants you to be nourishment for my cultivation." Sunlight shone on the desolate earth, and a few golden rays fell on the little wizard's face.
The flames burned away the black mist.
It also completely dispelled the darkness.
But it did not stop, because there was no remnant soul of Voldemort attached to the black mist, only a trace of Voldemort's will. The raging Fiendfire transformed into ferocious beasts and began to search the Forbidden Forest.
Voldemort's remnant soul escaped very quickly.
He had clearly made two preparations: either use his magic to kill the wizard chasing him, or use his magic to buy himself some precious time to escape.
Sensing the magic being annihilated with overwhelming force, Voldemort's remnant soul fled frantically, as if he had realized something and was filled with terror and horror.
"It's Dumbledore! That treacherous hypocrite!"
"It must be him! He must have taken the compound decoction to lure me in!"
Obviously.
Voldemort's remnant soul misunderstood some things, which intensified his fear, causing him to flee with all his might in the direction that might be his only chance of survival.
More than ten kilometers away.
"Master, Master has lost contact again." Quirrell had finally managed to cover up his actions and sneak into the Forbidden Forest, hoping to meet with the Dark Lord who had re-established contact with him.
Having only received notification and orders to come to the Forbidden Forest, and without any other information, he could only rely on his guesses about the Dark Lord's state, searching for the possessed creatures in each cave. While cautiously probing a cave with his wand in hand, Quirrell didn't notice a dark shadow darting towards him from behind.
"My servant! My servant!"
Voldemort's remnant soul, awakened by his Dumbledore phobia, fearing that "Dumbledore" might find him at any moment, rushed towards Quirrell without the slightest hesitation.
He only wanted to hide inside a creature to temporarily avoid being discovered. Therefore, disregarding everything else, Voldemort plunged headfirst into Quirrell's body, which was facing away from him.
"what!"
Quirrell, caught off guard, let out a panicked scream.
"Shut up! You idiot! It's me!"
Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's mind, calming the somewhat panicked Quirrell down a little.
He felt Voldemort's soul enter his body.
"Run!"
At Voldemort's prompting, he tried to jump onto Quirrell's head.
however.
The magic he had used earlier had been too much of a burden on him, and his exhausted soul simply didn't have the strength left. His noseless face could only gradually appear where he had burrowed in.
On Quirrell's butt.
Quirrell, feeling the strange sensation on his buttocks, blushed deeply. He wanted to cover it but was afraid that his actions would offend Voldemort and incur his severe punishment.
"Master—what's wrong—"
Quirrell stammered, trying to subtly persuade Voldemort to move his residence, but the extremely weak and terrified Voldemort didn't let him finish.
"I told you to run!"
Voldemort was practically roaring and howling.
"Huh?"
Quirrell was still somewhat confused. Although there were indeed many dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest, even he should be safe as long as he was careful.
"Fool! Get out of the cave! Look up at the sky!" Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.
Thankfully, the sound wasn't coming from his butt.
"Okay, okay---Master." Quirrell quickly retreated from the not-so-deep cave. However, as soon as he stepped out, the thought of climbing back up immediately arose in his mind.
"Hiss! This...this—"
Quirrell gasped, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. It wasn't that he disrespected Voldemort; he was simply terrified by what had happened outside.
All I saw was...
Above the forbidden forest, which should have been bathed in clear blue skies.
At this moment, countless giant dragons formed from converging flames were flying around! They were furious and roared incessantly. The beasts formed from the fierce fire blotted out the sky and seemed to want to devour everything!
Absolutely terrifying!
"You damn bastard! Get up!"
Voldemort, pinned to the ground, felt a new humiliation. However, as he watched a giant dragon formed from Fiendfyre roar past the entrance to Quirrell's cave, he seemed to realize something and immediately stopped Quirrell, who was apologizing repeatedly and hastily trying to get up.
"Just sit there! Sit there! Quickly retreat back into the hole!!"
Between dignity and survival.
The Dark Lord clearly also had a choice to make.
He chose to endure humiliation and hardship.
His hatred for Dumbledore grew stronger.
In front of the small wooden cabin outside the forbidden forest.
"I didn't expect Dumbledore to send you to assist me. To be honest, Snape, I don't trust you. In my eyes, you're nothing but a dark wizard through and through." Hagrid said with a look of disgust, while tightening his grip on the giant crossbow and glancing back at Tooth, who was barking incessantly at the large black bat in front of him.
"Two unicorns have gone missing in quick succession. What kind of creature do you think would dare to lay a hand on a unicorn? To be honest, I'd love to see you die in the Forbidden Forest, but Dumbledore clearly doesn't think it's time for you to die yet," Snape said with a cold laugh, mocking the half-giant before him.
He merely glared at the timid "vicious dog," and the next moment, the robust-looking Tooth fell silent.
Even hiding behind Hagrid, it seemed they no longer dared to muster their courage.
"I can find out the truth myself! I don't need you!" Hagrid was provoked by Snape's sarcasm. "Don't let me find out who stole the unicorn! That guy must have stolen things from my house too! I'll never forgive that scoundrel; after I catch him, I'll starve him for three days and three nights!"
obviously.
Hagrid also realized that his house had been burgled and connected it to the disappearance of the unicorn. He muttered curses as he walked straight toward the entrance to the Forbidden Forest.
Since he had his back to Snape, Hagrid didn't see that Snape's eyes were darting around and his expression was somewhat guilty—he also realized that he might have gone too far with his recent restocking.
Hagrid should never have noticed under normal circumstances.
"Whether it's poachers or anything else, a giant like you without a wand can't handle it. You probably don't realize how terrible the danger is behind this." Snape quickly followed. Of course, he wouldn't let Hagrid die, and not just because of Dumbledore's instructions.
They were also considering their future sourcing channels.
"I'm not afraid of anything! I have Tooth!" Hagrid pulled hard on Tooth, who was unwilling to enter the Forbidden Forest. When he saw Snape coming over, he nervously tugged at his coat.
He hid all the red umbrellas inside his coat.
"You stupid big oaf, you think you're better than Dumbledore? That's a problem that gives him a headache." Snape pulled out his wand and prepared to be on guard.
"Dumbledore is all-powerful! I'll tell him you're slandering him." Hagrid wanted to sow discord between Snape and others; his attitude towards Snape was completely different from how he treated everyone else. This was likely influenced by the Potter clique, and also because Snape was indeed a Death Eater.
"If you think this threatens me, I suggest you find a giant to replace your brain. That might help improve your IQ, which you've never had before."
Snape held the same attitude towards Hagrid; in his eyes, anyone who could hang out with Potter and his gang was nothing but a hypocrite.
The two continued to venture deeper into the forbidden forest.
Soon, they both realized something was wrong.
"What's that smell? It smells like something burning. Is there a fire somewhere in the Forbidden Forest? I bet it's those centaurs trying to learn how to cook!"
Hagrid immediately ran towards the source of the smell.
"Aren't you afraid this is a trap, and you're just rushing off to your death?" Snape realized the eerie silence around him was completely different from the usual bustling sounds of the Forbidden Forest. They'd been walking for so long without encountering a single magical creature, which was inconsistent with the Forbidden Forest's ecosystem.
Either all the animals had escaped for some reason, or—before Snape could even come up with a reasonable explanation in his mind.
"Dragon! Dragon!"
suddenly.
Hagrid, standing ahead, let out an incredulous gasp.
"Your mind is indeed more perplexing than a troll's. I really hope you can stop your delusions. There have never been any dragons in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts."
"Even if they are protein dragons, they are just—" Snape's dismissive voice suddenly stopped as he saw a fire dragon with flapping wings fly past Hagrid.
The kind of fire dragon that's literally described.
Hagrid looked as if he wanted to reach out and touch the terrifying fire dragon.
"Fool! This is Fiendfyre! Haven't you seen it before?" Snape's expression changed drastically. He raised his wand and cast a spell, pulling Hagrid, who was not far away, directly to his side.
Magic is crude.
It was probably intentional.
Hagrid nearly crashed through several small trees before falling in front of Snape, which is clearly inconsistent with Snape's magical abilities. He must have had some personal motives involved in saving Snape.
"I—I certainly know that's Fiery Blaze—"
Hagrid struggled to his feet, his face covered in scratches from tree branches. He remained defiant, but his expression betrayed a hint of lingering fear.
"Thank you for your help, Professor Snape." Of course, despite his stubbornness, Hagrid knew who had saved him; he had indeed been too reckless.
"Oh."
Snape responded with a cold snort, then looked up at the sky with a serious and shocked expression, only to see...
More than a dozen dragons, having searched the jungle to no avail, rose into the sky above the Forbidden Forest.
"Dark wizards! There are dark wizards hiding here! What do they want to do!?" Hagrid also looked up.
As he watched the dragons, seemingly well-controlled and not igniting the surrounding forest, rise higher and higher, his expression was filled with extreme anger and disbelief.
"So brazenly, aren't these dark wizards afraid of Dumbledore?" Clearly, Hagrid mistook Fiendfire for the magic of dark wizards who came to the Forbidden Forest to poach.
"I think there can only be one dark wizard—"
Snape had already taken out his binoculars.
He had just noticed a person riding on the head of one of the blue fire dragons, and now, looking through his binoculars, he could immediately see the figure amidst the flames.
next moment.
The expression on the headmaster of Slytherin House at Hogwarts's face became quite interesting. Heaven knows, Snape was actually prepared to see Voldemort.
however.
"Damn brat! How dare he?!" Snape exclaimed in bewilderment, even more terrified than if he had seen Voldemort.
He and Hagrid weren't the only ones who witnessed the fire dragon taking off.
far away.
Inside Hogwarts Castle, many people also noticed the unusual activity in the Forbidden Forest. A group of students taking flying lessons were all drawn to the Fiery Dragons taking to the skies. They were much larger than normal dragons, and there were many of them. It was broad daylight, a time when young wizards were most active, so it was hard to miss them.
Even the young wizards taking classes in the castle were disturbed by the noise.
"Is that a dragon?"
In the transformation class.
A young wizard exclaimed in surprise.
"There are no dragons at Hogwarts, Miss Greengrass. I hope you can concentrate on the lesson and not make such jokes." Professor McGonagall was instructing the young wizards on transfiguration.
suddenly.
She then noticed a large group of young wizards gathered at the window.
"What are you trying to do?" Professor McGonagall frowned, wanting to reprimand everyone, but when she walked to the window, her serious face froze instantly.
Above the forbidden forest.
The scene of more than ten fire dragons soaring into the air and then swooping down came right into her view. The terrifying blue flames made even the Gryffindor headmaster gasp in surprise.
"Fierce Fire!"
She had no time to attend class; she quickly opened the window and summoned a flying broom. The other professors at Hogwarts had almost the same reaction.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was probably the slowest of them all. He leisurely joined the professors' line on his flying broom, but Professor McGonagall looked at him with a frown.
"Professor Lockhart, the castle needs a professor to oversee things. We'll go check it out, hopefully—...it's not the terrible situation I'm thinking."
As the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall held the highest authority at Hogwarts when Dumbledore was absent, and her arrangements were not rejected by Gilderoy Grindelwald.
"I also feel more comfortable staying here. I'll keep an eye on the kids—haha." Gilderoy Grindelwald looked at the Forbidden Forest in the distance and revealed a strangely happy smile.
"I mean, this is really scary." Seeing the strange looks he was getting from the other professors, he immediately scratched his head, mimicking Lockhart's gesture, to make amends. This somewhat nonsensical behavior made Professor McGonagall frown even more, but she clearly didn't have time to criticize the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's inappropriate laughter.
"Swish swish~"
The group of professors sped toward the Forbidden Forest.
"Kids, don't you think that's cool? Fiendfyre!" Gilderoy Grindelwald landed in Aurora's classroom and looked around at the young wizards by the window, smiling broadly.
"Hiss! It really is Fiery Blaze?"
"My God! How can Fiery Blaze look like a dragon?!"
"I feel like it could swallow ten of my 300-pound mothers in one gulp!"
The students all showed expressions of shock.
"A small application of Transfiguration, hmm, I see you're taking a Transfiguration class, would you like me to continue the lesson? Perhaps you can learn this technique too."
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor offered to substitute for the class.
But the young wizards huddled in front of the window clearly had no intention of continuing their lesson.
"This fierce fire—this fierce fire—." Daphne Greengrass suddenly looked at Aurora, who was standing by the window with a look of astonishment in her eyes. She had just recently learned a lot about this classmate's family.
"It's that kind of Fiery Flame from Paris! A Fiery Flame with a shape! Miss Grindelwald!" Daphne Greengrass felt she was already subtly trying to find out what had happened from her classmate.
Unexpectedly.
She wasn't the only one in the classroom who, like her, had gone to learn more about the "classmate from a distinguished background," after all, their house was Slytherin, a gathering place for pure-blood families who liked to form cliques.
"Grindelwald!"
"Oh my god! Is it your family?"
"Old Grindelwald has broken in?! He's going to take over Hogwarts?"
"Our school is changing its name? Miss Grindelwald, could you put in a good word for my family and get my father to continue serving on the new school's board of trustees?"
The Slytherin wizards gasped in surprise. A traitor had suddenly appeared among the Slytherin students. Aurora looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with a blank expression, tilting her head as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"No! It's not about storming the school! I know! I know!"
Beside the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a young wizard suddenly slapped his forehead, a flash of inspiration striking him, and he let out an almost excited scream. They were Gryffindor students taking Transfiguration with the Slytherin students; the two houses often shared classes.
Although they didn't like each other, that was the school's rule. Of course, on such an important occasion, the two groups still got together to watch the excitement.
"Remember the news this morning?! Our headmaster has male succubus blood! That's the truth! Old Grindelwald came to the school to kidnap his beloved Dumbledore!"
"Just like he said in the interview! It's for love! My God! How romantic!" You have to admit, he's a Gryffindor student.
They were determined to make a shocking statement. Everyone was screaming in surprise, praising its logic, except for Aurora, who suddenly lunged at her own Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
no way.
Who told Aurora to see the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's hand move.
She swore.
That was definitely the first move my grandfather made when he reached for his magic wand.
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