Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 694 Second Pillar ([-])
When the MacGuffin was in its greatest crisis,
Sirius Black, Hermione, and Ron had almost left the darkness shrouded in the polar night.

A thick layer of white mist floated over their heads, glowing slightly.

And as the few of them continued to move forward, the road full of huge snake-shaped scales began... Gradually, it became less broad and boundless.

They saw two margins slowly shrinking.

Outside the border is an endless black night sky, looking down...you can see the bright red wasteland, the criss-crossing lava rivers above it, and the weird broken temples and huge broken sculptures floating in mid-air and immersed in the hills.

Looking back, Hermione looked down at the little Geffen in her palm.

This little thing is trying to pull a Rainbow Martian Bubblegum, sticky all over his hands and all over his body.

The little guy's face was blurred, and he yelled loudly, very angry.

This made Hermione's head full of black lines, and she really doubted whether the little clone that McGuffin gave her was really reliable.

However, so far, there is only one way forward.

Even if return--

Hermione recalled the pure darkness they had just passed,

—there they couldn't find any trace of Harry at all.

They can only trust the judgment of McGuffin.

After sighing softly, Hermione took out her wand and tapped the little thing lightly,

"Clean up!"

The sticky chewing gum that was about to swallow the little thing disappeared in an instant.

After waving his little arms wildly with his eyes closed for a long time, the little guy finally found himself out of trouble, squinted his eyes with great joy, and squealed and screamed.

To the Hermiones who were staring at him, pointing to the road ahead.

——As if to say their goal, Harry is ahead.

After confirming again, the few people had no choice but to continue to move forward.

call--

call--

The huge roar began to sound gradually, and continued to speed up and howl.

One sound after another, the sound became louder and louder.

Hermione and the others also felt the continuous strong wind.

The road became more and more difficult,
The cold gale knocked several of them into disarray, and some of them were even unable to stand firmly.

But by this time, Hermione and the others had completely left the polar night area, and even the layer of white mist floating above their heads disappeared.

The black-gray scales glowed with light that came from nowhere, so dazzling that the four of them could hardly open their eyes.

Fortunately, after traveling a certain distance, the road no longer narrowed.

Or it can be said: there is no way.

A very obvious obstacle glowing with white light blocked the way and stood in front of them.

The white light was so dazzling that they couldn't look directly at it.

"what happened?"

"Little guy, didn't you say that Harry is in front? Why is there no way?" Sirius Black was a little irritable. He grabbed the little Geffen from his hands and questioned.

But how could that little thing the size of a small bean know what Blake meant.

Seeing that this guy mentioned Harry, the little thing could only jump up and down again, pointing forward with his wand, squeaking and squeaking.

Apparently it was the original meaning - Harry Potter was just ahead.

When Blake asked Little Geffen.

Hermione cautiously approached the light wall in front of them. She raised her wand, tapped left and right, and finally seemed to know something... so she just tiptoed to go up.

"What are you doing, Hermione!" Ron whispered in surprise and concern.

This woke Sirius up. Seeing Hermione's actions, he was startled immediately, and hurried over with big strides, directly preventing Hermione's next move.

"Hermione, stay away from that thing..."

"We still don't know what it is. From my observations and Professor Dumbledore's explanation... the mutations in this world, Voldemort's terrifying magical rituals... all come from what we are standing on now. Miss Hermione Granger, you'd better not act rashly. To avoid some terrible curses that cannot be lifted..."

Ron's face turned green, and he hurriedly pulled Hermione back to her original position,

He even retreated again and again to avoid the light wall.

Hermione was rather excited.

"Sirius...this thing doesn't look obvious, but it's slanted. It's not a wall...not to keep people out."

"What!" Blake hurried forward to check.

He tore off one of his sleeves with his wand, turned it into a soft strip, and threw it away.

The thin orange-yellow strip spread directly across the top, extending straight up.

Several people squinted their eyes hard and looked up.

The slope becomes more and more obvious as you go up.

This made everyone very happy. It seemed that the little Geffen held in Black's hand was not wrong, and Harry might indeed be ahead.

Seeing this, Black was talking too much nonsense, and he waved his wand directly to make himself levitate... With Hermione on one side, the two pulled Ron slowly along the light wall, floating a few feet above the sky, and slowly drifted forward.

Soon, they passed through the light wall and landed again.

The black-gray scales on the ground disappeared, but instead, there were layers of translucent scales that shone with fluorescence.

These snake scales are one size smaller than the ones seen before, but they are also neatly arranged.

Compared with the darkness of the previous polar night region, this place has a completely opposite ecology.

The abundance of light is unbearable, and those translucent scales are everywhere.

It's like a large solar power station here, it's hot and dazzling, and in another sense, it's impossible to find Harry's trace.

Shake people's eyes!

"Harry!"

Fortunately, the wreckage of that strange tree is a very eye-catching existence in this extremely day-like area.

From a long distance, Ron was the first to spot it, and then he hurriedly pointed it out to Black, and Hermione.

They squinted ahead as they ran, trying to really confirm Harry's presence.

It wasn't until they stopped three meters away that they finally saw the wreckage of the strange triangular prism tree, and Harry Potter, who had passed out and was swallowed into half of his body.

As before, the place is dead silent,
In this boundless white light, apart from the sound of their breathing and movements, only the little Albert army of McGuffins was chattering, pulling Harry's leader like a tug-of-war, trying to crawl him out of the wreckage of the puddle of flesh.

Harry, who was a little sober before, went into a coma again after passing a 'volleyman'.

After seeing Harry's situation, Black became impatient. He completely forgot what he had told Hermione just now, and directly half-kneeled in front of Harry, leaning over the pile of fleshy wrecks... using his wand to observe Potter's situation.

"Is Harry okay?" Ron asked quietly.

Black waved his hand lightly, brushed off the little Guffins crawling on him, stood up, and said with a serious expression, "It's hard to say, but no matter what, we have to get Harry out of this damn thing."

He raised his wand and stroked it gently.

The little Guffins immediately rolled over, and Gollum turned aside, away from Harry.

Then, Sirius stared at Harry with a stern expression. He waved his wand, following the lines on it bit by bit... peeling off the remains of the Flesh Tree on Harry's body.

Chua~Chua
call!
Black summoned a strange wind, which spun back and forth and made a strange sound, bit by bit scraping the flesh and blood of the strange tree attached to Harry's body.

But even though it was a pile of fleshy remains, that thing still tightly wrapped Harry's body.

At most, Black just relied on the strange wind he summoned to temporarily separate Harry from the wreckage.

But on the surface of Harry's body, there are still strings of bloody, cotton-like things that are closely connected to the strange tree.

Harry and it seemed to be one, unable to be separated for the time being.

When things come to this, it can only be like this for the time being.

"Harry, Harry!"

Seeing this, Hermione and Ron hurried forward, trying to wake Harry up.

"Quick recovery!"

"Clear water is like a spring!"

"The cold wind is biting!"

"Itchy fur!"

"Hot and sour tongue!"

They used various spells in succession, trying to wake Harry up.

It's a pity that I didn't dare to use it. Whether it was cold wind, cold water, or the sobering spell, it didn't work very well.

It wasn't until Ron squinted his eyes and cast a little jinx created by McGuffin indiscriminately that Harry yelled and woke up with his tongue out.

"Ah, woo... I... I... want water..."

"What?" Hermione was very surprised.

"Water, water..." Harry mumbled again, loudly, as if he had swallowed a rock.

Ron understood, and he waved his wand hastily.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

A stream of water spewed from the tip of the wand, and Harry stretched out a very fat tongue, licking desperately, the tongue coating on it was red and black, and the two colors changed back and forth.

Hermione understood something.

"Stop the curse!"

After swallowing a bellyful of cold water, Harry finally woke up.

He slowly got up from the ground,

As soon as he took a step, he realized that he was still subject to something.

Harry noticed the strands of blood-colored threads that were still entangled on his body.
These weird threads connect... the layers of strange tree wreckage in that (ChuaChua's weird) whirlwind,

Not far away, Sirius Black held his wand, controlling it all.

——It was his godfather who saved him!

"Sirius!"

Harry exclaimed happily.

After Blake nodded vigorously, he let out a big drink, raised his wand and threw it down.

The whirlwind swept through the flesh, like pulling two separate magnets, pulling on the other side... preventing them from returning to Harry.

At this time, Harry recalled the last scene he saw before he passed out.

Dumbledore...

"Where's Professor Dumbledore? And MacGuffin...what about him?" Harry asked anxiously after looking around and finding no two people.

Hermione shook her head, "McGuffin separated from us halfway, he went to deal with those things... We came to you first."

She pointed to the remains of the strange tree.

"As for Professor Dumbledore..."

She paused, and said with some hesitation, "I don't know his current condition, before he left...he was fighting a duel with the Dark Lord..."

"Professor... he should win..."

Although she said it with certainty, Hermione was still a little unconfident in her final tone.

"Yes, he is Albus Dumbledore... The Professor will definitely kill the Dark Lord."

Black and Ron next to him also nodded in agreement.

laugh!
A sneer came out, and several people hurriedly turned around to look, and saw a pair of tiny arms protruding from the bloody fleshy mud of the original strange tree wreckage.

呲!
After a tearing sound, the man got out easily.

Harry stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him.

The man—the man—

It was him, it was him!

He looked like Harry when he was 11 years old, except that instead of the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, it was the mark of the little snake.

The pupils of the eyes were also bright red.

—It was Voldemort.

A few people guessed the identity of that person at once.

This guy was also connected with those bloody filaments, tightly connected with Harry, with those flesh and blood remains.

Harry watched all this, and suddenly a piercing cold feeling spread continuously from his spine.

And between him and Voldemort, this unmistakable connection... made several people present feel chills.

……

It wasn't just Harry and the others who felt the chill, McGuffin was even more so.

"A senseless struggle...whether it's Dumbledore, you...or Harry Potter?"

"You say so? MacGuffin Albert..."

Nagia Voldemort ordered the MacGuffin to come to him with the utmost contempt.

She pinched the ruby-like, glowing heart in her palm.

Every pinch made McGuffin's chest feel like a splitting pain.

The pain almost stopped his blood flow and made him unable to breathe.

This pain is not much worse than [Cruciatus Curse], and since McGuffin is using [Curse of Echo Blue], he cannot actively cast [Occlumency] when he is trying to listen to the magic around him.

Even in this case, the MacGuffin's sense of pain is exacerbated.

The pain was so great that he almost passed out.

However, fortunately, this price is also rewarded.

McGuffin curled up, half-kneeling on the ground, working hard on Nagia, sensing the magical power that did not belong to her.

That's Dumbledore's magic.

The magical power mixed with the world tree and the power of [Flesh and Flesh Red]... is slowly accumulating on Nagia Voldemort.

McGuffin knew he just had to find the opportunity.Just a push at the right time.

To persevere and endure.

what--

McGuffin curled up again, groaning in pain.

Fortunately, after a while, Nagia's attention shifted to the giant python at his feet.

With a wave of her wand, the serpent began to be overwhelmed by the swarm again,

And piled up again, forming a wall of that strange tree.

"Guard me...McGuffin Albert! Otherwise you will know the consequences..."

After pinching that heart again, Nagia threatened.

After that, she once again integrated half of her body into the broken wall, as if she wanted to restart the magic ritual and restore the strange tree.

(End of this chapter)