Hogwarts lazy snake

One of the inky black gases, like a black lightning, rushed towards Horn, who had just been blown to the ground by the air wave, at a speed that was almost impossible for the naked eye to follow.

Horn was caught off guard. He didn't even have time to make an instinctive reaction like picking up his wand before the black gas hit his abdomen viciously.

Just as Horn was about to feel the expected severe pain, his hands subconsciously covered his abdomen. Just as he was about to respond to the pain, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly exploded in the air.

“Ah, my arm! Ah! It hurts, my arm! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!!”

"!! Quick! Quick! My hand! Save my hand! Quick, quick!"

Horn was a little confused for a moment. Why was he screaming so miserably?

But he didn't feel any pain in his body at all.

Hmm? Arms? He looked at his hands covering his abdomen with confusion, and then looked in the direction of the sound.

On the stairs not far away, Ron was holding tightly with his right hand his left arm which had disappeared below the elbow. He stood straight, shouting loudly with a look of pain on his face.

And the screams that Horn just heard came from Ron's mouth.

Moreover, Ron's severed arm was lying on the ground not far away, wrapped in a strange black flame and burning. Hermione witnessed this tragic scene and seemed to be frightened silly. She stared at the severed arm on the ground and did not dare to move at all for a moment.

Dumbledore had just been hit by a puff of black smoke and seemed to have suffered some trauma. He stood there in a daze, as if his soul had left his body and he could not move.

After hearing Ron's miserable cry, he seemed to gradually wake up from a dazed state, like a lost soul returning to his body.

Without hesitation, he cast a spell on Ron's bleeding arm. A soft light enveloped Ron's broken arm, and the blood stopped flowing instantly.

Just as Dumbledore was treating Ron, Draco, who was about to come out to disturb Voldemort at the flame door, was also frightened by the huge noise of the black smoke exploding.

However, he was quickly brought back to his senses by Ron's heart-wrenching screams. Seeing that Dumbledore was already dealing with Ron's condition, he rushed towards Hermione, and then anxiously stomped on the burning arm with his feet, trying to put out the strange black flames on it.

However, the black flame seemed to possess some kind of mysterious and tenacious vitality. No matter how hard Draco tried, it still burned fiercely. All Draco's efforts were in vain.

"Malfoy, you did your best. Let me do it. You help Miss Granger to the side."

Dumbledore looked at the broken arm that had been burned and deformed in the flames, took out his wand with a serious expression, and cast an unknown holy magic on the flames.

The magical light was as pure white as the purest snow. When it touched the strange black flame, it was like dropping cold water into a boiling oil pan, and immediately a loud crackling sound was heard.

Finally, as the light gradually dissipated, the black flames also disappeared without a trace, leaving only a broken arm that had been burned into charcoal. The broken arm looked horrifying and unbearable to look at.

Looking at the broken arm that had almost no hope of being saved, Dumbledore slowly turned his gaze to the place where Horn threw the parchment scroll. He saw the place that was originally covered with blood and seemed to have a pattern with some kind of mysterious ritual atmosphere.

Now only traces of being burned by fire were left. Quirrell's blood seemed to have been devoured by some mysterious force and had long since disappeared without a trace.

The parchment scroll had been unfolded and was lying there quietly. The pattern on the parchment was covered with a thin layer of black gas, which moved slowly on the pattern like a ghost, emitting an unsettling atmosphere.

Seeing that the parchment scroll had been sealed, Dumbledore turned his gaze to Harry and Horn who had fainted on the other side.

Just when Dumbledore went to treat Ron, Horn had just breathed a sigh of relief, but in his mind he was still thinking that Ron might become One-Armed Ron in the future.

Suddenly, he felt as if his abdomen, chest, and head were all burned by a raging fire. The pain was so intense that he didn't even have the chance to scream before he fainted from the pain.

Horn's consciousness was now trapped in the spiritual space. He saw a scene like a sea of ​​fire covering the entire surface of his sea of ​​stars.

And his "pseudo-yang soul" was shining in the sea of ​​fire, like a ray of hope in the darkness.

"Wow~ Such a wonderful, fascinating breath." A greedy voice suddenly came out from the flames, with an evil pleasure in the voice, as if one was enjoying a wonderful performance.

After this voice appeared, the originally blooming light from the soul in the middle of the sea of ​​stars became even brighter and more dazzling.

And even the sea of ​​stars below seemed to be inspired by something and began to emit little starlight. Those starlights flickered in the darkness, as if resisting the dark flames around them.

"Stop your futile resistance, ant!" The greedy voice was full of disdain and contempt.

At this time, a part of the flame separated and slowly condensed into a human-shaped flame. Seeing this, Horn's consciousness immediately merged into his soul.

Then, the little man who was the incarnation of Horn's consciousness and was originally sitting there suddenly opened his eyes, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

After opening his eyes, his soul seemed to have a little more lively vitality.

The little man Horn controlled the sea of ​​stars below, diverted some of his strength from the fight with the flames, and rushed towards the flaming humanoid formed by "greed".

The force was like a raging wave, rushing forward with overwhelming momentum, as if it was going to completely submerge the flaming figure.

“Hohoho~ It’s useless. Although you have such a beautiful power, you are like an ant right now. How can you possibly defeat me?”

The flame-shaped "Greed" laughed mockingly, and with a gentle wave of its hand, it released more flames to block Horn's attack.

As the power emitted by Horn, which was shining with golden and silver light like the Milky Way, came into contact with the black flame, it began to extinguish the flame continuously.

Greed also noticed this situation, so it continued to provide energy to the flame. In order to prevent Horn from noticing its abnormality, it also sarcastically said, "Look, little wizard, your power is still not as strong as mine. How about joining us?"

Horn knew in his heart that it was futile to say anything at this moment, and he knew very well that although he was now in his own spiritual space, the other party was an old being who was given the title of "God" hundreds of years ago, and his strength was unfathomable.

I hope Dumbledore outside can discover my abnormality as soon as possible.