Hogwarts The Dark Arts Awakened

The aircraft in the sky seemed to notice that the owner was in crisis, and flew automatically, shooting bullets with terrifying black magic attached one after another.

Attacking with self-awareness.

Each bomb on the man's body sprouted legs, running towards Ron.

Ron waved his wand, and whether it was bullets flying in the air or bombs running in front of him, they were all knocked away by the terrifying magic storm.

The strong wind gently blew the bomb away.

Fly into the distant woods.

The bullets in the air seemed to be blown by the wind and fixed in the air.

A flash of green light flashed, and the aircraft disappeared into the sky.

The bomb fell into the forest.

After a huge roar and shaking of the earth, the snow-covered forest burst into flames.

Eternal fire!

Looking at the bomb that exploded in mid-air but caused the earth to sink into a pit more than one meter deep, the huge shield in front of Ron shattered and disappeared.

Bill looked at the plane in the sky with fear.

And this scene made the man rolling in the snow completely despair.

He is in pain, he is desperate, he is crazy.

Obviously...he obviously still has many powerful magic items that he hasn't used yet...

Why...why is this happening?

If you hesitate, you will lose!

……

Three magic spells caused the man to roll on the ground, his body covered in ulcers and his skin twisted.

Becoming less humanoid.

The magic power removed the black magic items from the woman's body and sent them to Ron.

Strip away the black magic from the man one by one.

Some of them were shot at Ron immediately after being stripped off.

Ron waved his wand quickly, impacting with magic power and knocking away the incoming props.

Seeing the surprised and then blank expression of the non-humanoid man in front of him, Ron showed a crazy smile.

Bill showed a worried expression and aimed a shot at Ron's body, ending all curses.

He suspected that Ron was under the influence of some dark magic.

Coupled with Ron's recent changes, he felt something was wrong.

Something had started to go wrong ever since Lord Voldemort's dinner party.

Ron's expression didn't change at all, this was indeed his original state.

He was very happy, not like he was pretending to be happy when he faced Hermione and Harry before.

His words became sharp and sarcastic.

"Why is your son dead...and I'm alive?" Ron's voice seemed to be asking, and then he asked again: "Why is she dead and you alive?...Why do you want to kill me...but I'm alive?" ?You are both dead and disabled?..."

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Because... you are too weak... too... humble..." Even for you, I want you to live, so you live.

When you're done, turn around and leave.

The wand was attracted by his magic power and flew into his hand under the control of the magic power.

The man screamed and raised his wand with difficulty.

Then, the wand was instantly knocked out.

Under the control of magic, it fell into Ron's hands.

"Hawthorn wood, dragon's nerves...a good wand..." Ron's voice was calm: "Unfortunately, I followed the wrong master, so are you willing to...obey me?" He seemed to be talking to the air.

The wand was waved without looking, and a heart-breaking bone was aimed at its original owner.

It's just that the spell seems to be wrong.

"It seems...I don't want to..." Ron's voice was calm, and then he held the staff with both hands and made a crisp sound...

The wand snapped in two...

The dragon's nerves flowed down and merged into the ground drop by drop.

Loss of activity.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a pity... it's a pity... it's a pity..." Ron said three regrets in a row, turning his head and looking coldly at the man who was holding a black magic item and stabbing it into his heart.

It seemed to be talking about the magic wand, and it seemed to be talking about the completely crazy man in front of him.

Obviously all the black magic items in his body have been taken away, and there is still black magic hidden somewhere.

The man was changing rapidly, and countless meridians and blood vessels were rising like flying catkins.

His heart-rending roar resounded for hundreds of miles.

The body has been strengthened into a monster!

Running, running towards Ron.

Ron didn't seem to react.

Watching his flesh and blood break apart inch by inch as he ran.

Suddenly a magic hit the man.

The strong magic output shattered all the magic items in his hands.

The man shrank rapidly and turned into a small thing as big as an ant.

Ron lowered his head, looked down at him, and waved his wand gently.

The curse of immortality...

Too lazy to care about the crazy guy, he petrified them all and sealed them in place.

The small figure stood frozen on the ground.

When Voldemort was late, Ron calmly handed the irrational monster to Voldemort.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction.

"Excellent...you're ready to go to war..." he said with a smile.

Ron looked at him calmly: "Always obey...orders..."

Harry couldn't help but look at the indifferent Ron.

Grit your teeth.

Ron, what's wrong with you? …

Watching Voldemort leave, Ron took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes.

The other Weasleys looked at him.

That feeling of terror is frightening.

Avada Kedavra, once hit, will die.

Strong emotions.

Who doesn’t have strong emotions these days?

Ron sighed, opened his eyes, and his expression returned to calm.

"Everyone, let's go..."

Returned to the restaurant.

Ron was calm, as if he was eating for the sake of eating.

Both Percy and Charlie looked at him in disbelief.

Just after killing someone, are you eating with a blank expression? …

Swallowed.

Ron ate, chopping up the pieces of meat and chewing.

He swallowed it in one mouthful without any expression or thought.

The atmosphere was very silent and quiet.

One by one, the Weasleys sat down.

As the two started chatting, it became lively again.

……

"Ron?!"

Harry Potter's voice sounded, and he woke up from his dream. He seemed to want to catch someone, and grabbed twice in the void with his hands.

It was quiet all around.

His voice spread far in the silent night sky.

Ron heard his exclamation in his sleep.

He opened his eyes and asked loudly in a dry and calm voice.

"What's wrong?!"

Harry Potter quickly walked to Ron Weasley's room and watched him slowly sit up, with his feet on the ground and his calm eyes looking at him.

He hesitated a little, and said tremblingly: "It's okay, I seem to have a nightmare..." His voice hesitated a little, and said: "I dreamed that you were swallowed by black mud..."

"It's normal, because I have indeed changed a lot..." Ron's voice was still calm.

She stared at him with watery eyes, and then said firmly: "And the changes will be... even greater in the future!"

He had such a hunch.

And very intensely.

I hope the friends in front of me can be mentally prepared.

After being quiet, for some reason, Harry Potter also had a very strong impulse. He asked: "Is it really worth losing yourself for power?"

"What is self? Who in this world will no longer cater to others?" Ron Weasley's voice trembled and he closed his eyes: "This is not a time of peace..."

Harry Potter didn't speak, he seemed to know a lot, and yet he seemed to understand nothing.

……

Pain crawled into my eyes and invaded my brain, telling me "stop talking"

……

Continuous massacre, on a dragon island, Ron picked up a strange crystal cup.

It's a red crystal cup.

This is...the door key...

Ron, who touched the portkey, saw the world in front of him distort, and then appear where he disappeared.This place has been completely destroyed.

Looking at the giants raging in the void, they have changed a lot compared to more than a week ago.

The most eye-catching thing is the change in quantity.

They become numerous.

Originally there were only three or four, but now there are more than a dozen.

Every time a person is swallowed, a giant will be added...

Because the ancestor giant is integrating its own magic power into the bodies of wizards with magical talents.

The magic power controls the door key, and then teleports to the main body in an instant.

Then Ron opened his eyes, looked at the red crystal cup in his hand, and touched it gently.

He disappeared into the Burrow in an instant.

Looking at the vast ocean in front of him, Ron's expression was very calm.

All this is true.

He thought so.

Seeing the dragon that was afraid of leaving and coming back without giving up, Ron took a deep breath, and then.

A huge green light flashed.

The dragon flying at the front was hit by the green light, howling in pain, opening its mouth, and a turbulent breath spurted out, and began to resist Ron's attack.

The bracelet on Ron's right hand flashed with light, and a black smoke instantly erupted.

Flying strangely in the air.

Integrated into the eyes of the dragon.

The giant dragon howled, blood streaming from its eyes.

Obviously, blind.

The green light connected to the fire dragon again.

After spending more than ten seconds, the soul of a giant dragon flew into Ron's body.

Adding to the variety of desperate souls who died in his wake.

"Ah...it's such a...refreshing feeling!..." Ron murmured, and the restless magic power in his body quickly stabilized.

The dragon's soul... is really powerful and abundant.

Ron was deeply satisfied.

It's that feeling of going from hungry to half full.

Watching the body fall into the sea, Ron pulled the body up.

Licking his lips.

There is an idea... of wanting to devour the dragon...

Opening his mouth, he gnawed on the dragon carcass that was still filled with salty sea water.

Tearing like a wild beast.

The warm blood didn't seem to stop flowing.

It seems to still be in the same state as when he was alive.

Ron tore.

Eyes turn scarlet.

The color keeps deepening.

The power is growing crazily.

The magic seems to be undergoing some special qualitative change.