I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 219 The Battle with the Infernal Corpse
Infernal corpse.

It is a familiar familiar that is very common in the wizarding world.

In the Middle Ages, many wizards would make inferi to guard their homes and homes.

There are even some wizards who will make themselves into ghost corpses when their time is approaching, and then lie in a coffin to give a little surprise to the grave robbers later.

At present, after the end of the long dark middle ages, almost all modern wizards think that making infernal corpses is evil and inhuman.

But in fact, this magic that came from the African continent did not have any anxiety with words like evil at first.

On the contrary, as the ancient wizards who pursue the resurrection from the dead, they believe that the corpse represents a brand new way of magic.

From Egypt to Haiti, from Africa to South America, this kind of magic was originally a high-level magic that only the most noble and prestigious people would 'enjoy'.

In the ancient African tribes, only heroes who have made great contributions will be honored. The ancient wizards will use extremely complicated methods to make them into ghost corpses that are far more powerful than what Owen and the others have seen so far.

They will become undead warriors who are not afraid of death and continue to protect the tribe.

This is the highest honor.

That is to say, the evil Europeans stole this technology, and then after many years of transformation by dark wizards, they gradually transformed this spell into what it is now, a pure black magic.

Compared with the authentic ancient yin corpses, the modern yin corpses are cheaper to manufacture, stronger in combat effectiveness, and more ferocious in appearance.

It is also easier to deal with.

Just like flames, raging flames can effectively kill this kind of corpse.

The only difference is that Voldemort has set many restrictions in the cave.
The power of flame magic has been greatly compressed, and there is water everywhere, which is also a kind of protection for the corpse.

Therefore, unless it is black magic such as the Fire Curse, it is difficult for conventional magic to cause any harm to the Inferi.

What's more, it was the first time for Harry and the others to face these living dead.

Fear is human nature.

"You all came into contact with the undead last semester, and you're still scared of the little inferi."

On the small island, Owen is still using his unique way to cheer up the two little wizards.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other.

I have some reference in mind.

Owen is right. Compared to the undead, the Inferi that can be expelled by fire seem to be nothing.

But no one thought that they would deal with such a dark creature in such a gloomy place.

If it was on the plains of Hogwarts, they would certainly not be afraid.

But - it's too dark around!

"Okay, the battle is about to begin." Dumbledore signaled everyone.

Then he stretched out his wand, and dots of starlight condensed on the tip of the Elder Wand, and then the light fell and sank into the lake.

It's like a signal.

The surface of the lake was no longer as smooth as a mirror, but was churning violently.

The pitch-black lake suddenly began to churn.

Like boiling water.

Then countless white heads and hands protruded from the ink-like water, men's, women's, children's, and even some inhuman creatures.

Goblins, pixies, and humanoid fantastical animals.

They all opened their sunken, blind eyes, struggling and grimly, floating towards the rock.

"Fire is blazing!" Faced with such a terrifying scene, Hermione took out her wand and quickly cast the spell.

The blazing flames instantly drove back some ghouls, but it seemed too useful, because there were too many ghouls crawling out of the water, and they gathered together as if they had their own air-conditioning. After a while, the ghouls on Hermione's wand were blown away. The flame was compressed to an extremely thin level.

"Torn apart!" Harry said in panic, "All petrified!"

"There are many obstacles!"

In an instant, like a spell machine gun, he quickly threw out many spells. The red light flashed, and the Inferi was hit, and then fell into the lake with a "plop".

But soon they crawled out again.

Withered hands slid across the lake, empty, misty eyes stared at Harry, water-soaked rags trailed behind them, hollow faces with hideous expressions, some with limbs that were not even straight. Too healthy, the rotting body covered in blisters looks extremely terrifying.

"Take it easy, Harry," said Sirius. "If you can't take aim, wait until they're close before casting."

Harry nodded, held the wand in his hand, and stared closely at the Inferi in front of him.

After a few breaths, some Infernal corpses climbed up the rocks again. They held up their hands that were soaked in the lake water and turned white, and crawled forward quickly, as if they were going to pounce on Harry.

"Torn apart!" Harry yelled again, waving his wand vigorously through the air.

A red light flashed, and the Inferi's head exploded instantly like a popped balloon. Then it suddenly fell to the ground and never got up again.

"A good attack, aim at their heads!" Sirius waved his wand and issued a few spells, knocking down three or four Inferi at the same time. "The Inferi are not wizards, so they don't need to be so gentle."

"Indeed~~Why are you so gentle~" Owen tapped on the spell Harry threw, and complained silently.

As he said that, he raised his wand flatly, and then, several infinite sharp blades drew out, like invisible swords, directly chopping several nearby corpses into eight pieces like cutting melons and vegetables.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Owen happily looked at Hermione beside him, "Aim at their heads, magic also pays attention to biology, once their heads fall off, they will all die!"

"Oh~ this adjective is not very good, because they are already dead."

Hermione was a little angry at Owen's provocative eyes.

she!
How could the majestic Gryffindor Goddess of War admit defeat in such a 'small scene'!
As she spoke, she swung her magic wand violently, and the gravel under her feet was suddenly controlled by her, and then a transformation spell hit the stone, and the fist-sized fragment swelled in the wind, and within a few breaths, it swelled to a full size. It was as big as the waists of several adult wizards.

Then she waved her magic spell and shot the stone out like a cannonball.

This blow directly smashed a bloody fragment of the stump on the lake.The scene was quite bloody and shocking.

"Forehead"

This little witch reminds me of my strong brother MVP!
Owen finally figured out that if there were fewer Inferi here, and they didn't come from all directions, and there were no weird magic restrictions on the site, Hermione would be able to defeat them all by herself.

It was even easier than he thought.

After all, the brainless Inferi were much easier than the little wizard who could cast spells during the Academy War.

A dozen young wizards working together can't do anything to Hermione, let alone the novice Inferi.

Owen held his breath while observing Hermione.

He glanced furtively at Dumbledore.

It was found that the old headmaster was holding a wand and looking at the lake leisurely, without any emotion at all.

He knew that he had to release some illegal magic.

"If you want to use the Fiercefire Curse, you might as well wait a little longer." At this moment, Dumbledore's voice came, "You can try the new magic you just got."

he said seriously.

Seems to be quite interested in ancient magic.

Hearing Dumbledore's prompt, Owen was also suddenly curious about the extra magic power in his body.

The silver magic seemed to be no different from his original magic.

He might be able to cast spells directly with this magic.

With that said, Owen tentatively raised his wand.

He recited the fire spell seriously, "The flames are blazing!"

The next second, the tip of his wand suddenly lit up with intense fluorescence.

Like a signal, an astonishing magic power swayed from his body, followed by flames.

Flames suddenly emerged from under his feet.

Like bulging air, it suddenly burned towards the surroundings.

"Huh! My God!"

Harry raised his arms, subconsciously trying to avoid the flames.

But it was just that the moment the flame burned to him, it dispersed automatically, and then reunited behind him.

Rush towards the group of corpses.

"Merlin's beard!" Sirius exclaimed.

He really heard the spell Owen uttered.

It was just a fire spell.

It's just a flame spell.

How could there be such a huge power!
Before his eyes, the entire lake was burning with fire.

The orange-red flame was like a mirror in the water.The allusion is transparent.

The fire blazed into the sky.

There was only the figure on the small island, who was at the very center of the flame.It seems to be the king of King's Landing, and everything is just the people under his rule.

"This bonus~" Owen was also shocked by the bonus of ancient magic power.

This kind of power is simply unprecedented.

Even Dumbledore can't use this kind of power with ordinary spells.

The flames on the lake were already boiling like clouds.

If it wasn't for its tendency to go out, if it could continue to burn, I can't imagine why there is any need for the Fiendfyre Curse.

"Is this ancient magic?" the old headmaster murmured.

This was the first time he had seen such magic in reality.

Such power.

No wonder each generation of guardians will strictly select heirs.

It is indeed too dangerous.

The battle continues.

Hermione seems to have discovered that Transfiguration works far better than other spells.

She controls a huge black boulder by the lake.

Under the blessing of powerful deformation magic power, the stone seemed to come alive, and began to change, first the arms and legs, then the head and body.

Although the outline is extremely rough, it can barely be seen that it is very similar to the giant monster she dealt with in the first grade.

They even have a giant stick.

As we all know, the troll is a terrifying monster that is twelve feet tall and weighs more than a ton, but Hermione's transformation is naturally not that big!
But also about seven or eight feet.

With a slap, a large area was blown away.

There was a huge friction sound between rocks and rocks, and the noise filled everyone's ears.

Everyone was a little surprised to see Hermione waving her wand.

Dumbledore and Sirius looked at Hermione with the same surprise in their eyes.

The power of this little witch is beyond their imagination.

During his time teaching at Hogwarts, at first, Sirius only felt that the little wizards now seemed to be more powerful than when he was young and went to school. But as he went deeper and deeper, the more he discovered that they Not even a little bit strong.

And among these children, there is a group that are stronger than ordinary children.

He already knew Hermione, Harry and the others were very strong.

But it wasn't until now that he understood just how powerful an ordinary little wizard at Hogwarts really is.

On the other hand, Harry was not to be outdone.

He didn't transform into some kind of giant beast like Hermione did. To be honest, his transformation skills were not that good.

But the spell he unleashed shocked his godfather.

Because that’s just too much.

As if there were no spells that Harry couldn't.

You know, he is only in the third grade!
He and James only started to master spells such as Disarming Curse, Exploding Curse, Fuchsia, Fuchsia, etc. after the fifth grade.

But how old is Harry this year, just finished third grade?
It was obvious that he had mastered these spells in his third year, if not before.

OMG!

Sirius let out an exclamation.

If he had known that he would have induced a fight between the Gryffindor wizards and the Slytherins no matter what, at least he could have seen the true level of the young wizards.

Now he has too many surprises.

As for Owen, he began experimenting with various other spells.

Such as freezing spells, cutting spells, and blasting spells.

With the blessing of ancient magic, these originally simple spells have undergone earth-shaking changes. In short, their power has been qualitatively improved.

But he could feel that that power should not only change the power of his spell, but also something deeper.

This requires serious research after he leaves here, and he doesn't have time to explore that kind of thing now.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The lake is quiet again!

Owen almost forgot how many spells he cast.

He only stopped when his arms started to ache.

So far, they have found no trace of Regulus.

"What's going on? Why is there still no sign of Regulus?" Owen complained.

Unleashing ancient magic seems to consume a lot of energy, and he didn't eat much in the morning, so he is already hungry now!
"Kreacher!!!" Sirius yelled, looking intently at the house elf.

"Master Regulus fell into the water here, Kreacher saw it, Kreacher saw it~~~" Obviously, the spirit of the house-elf at this time was a bit strange.

It looked at the lake with fearful eyes and red eyes. It kept picking up some broken limbs from the water for identification, but unfortunately, those did not belong to Regulus.

And every time it threw a piece of minced meat, the fear on its face would increase.

Now it is terrified.

"Did you deceive me!" Sirius rushed over and grabbed Kreacher's neck.There was fire in his eyes.

If his vision at this moment was warm, then Owen believed that Kreacher would not be ignited within a second.

"Calm down Sirius!" Dumbledore stopped him.Then he looked calmly at Kreacher whose eyes were also red and swollen, with big tears dripping down.

"Kreacher can't find the young master. Crouch has lost the young master!" Kreacher cried.

Sitting on a bare stone, like a child, crying heart-piercingly.

That voice moved everyone.

Hermione, the only little witch present, even had red eyes.

"Okay, calm down!" the old principal continued, his words seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made Kreacher, who was on the verge of collapse, seem to be better. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked at him blankly. Regulus fell into the water, what else did he see?"

"return?"

Kreacher looked at the water.

"Kreacher saw a light. A very bright light!"

"A silver light, like—like, the tip of Master Rozier's wand just came out." Kreacher suddenly looked at Owen.pointing at him.

"Me?" Owen looked at the wand in his hand.

Then he looked at the lake again.

"Could it be?"

As he spoke, he once again mobilized the ancient magic in his body.

Then push all the terrifying power to the bottom of the lake.

"It can't be true!" he murmured to himself.

From the moment he entered the cave, Owen had a strong feeling that something was definitely buried here.

But after all, this is the place where Voldemort's soul is buried. He only thought it was the effect of the spell that the guy arranged on him. Later, when he controlled the ancient magic that traveled, that feeling weakened a little, but he still felt it from the bottom of the lake. came.

Owen didn't care, because it might be some ancient magic power contained in the bottom of the lake, but he didn't draw it out across the lake water.

But when the ghost corpses at the bottom of the lake began to decrease a lot, through the enchanted lake water, he seemed to see a fluorescent light emerging from the bottom.

He thought it was his illusion!
"Is there really an ancient magic relic in this place?"

It seemed to confirm what Owen said.

Suddenly, blisters appeared on the calm surface of the lake, and then more and more.

Then two tall stone pillars rushed out from the bottom of the water, and the obsidian stone pillars seemed to be full of vitality, and began to intertwine and connect quickly.

Then in the shocked eyes of everyone.

Stone pillars intertwined to create a door.

The resplendent gate.

It is engraved with ancient symbols.A symbol like a burning flame.

"Okay! The dungeon has entered the second scene." Owen complained.

Then he looked back at Professor Dumbledore.

"It seems to be a relic of ancient magic, probably left by an ancient wizard who mastered ancient magic."

"It looks like it is indeed true." Dumbledore silently recited a few spells.

An invisible magic power surged from his body to the surroundings.

But - he didn't feel anything strange.

The door in front of him was just an ordinary door, and he could not feel the presence of any magic power at all.

"Is this ancient magic?"

"Ancient magic must be used to detect ancient magic."

"Will Regulus be in there?" Sirius asked eagerly, he didn't care about ancient or not ancient magic, he came to find his brother.

Nothing is more important than his goal.

Of course, the premise of all this is to ensure Harry's safety.If it threatens Harry, he will abandon the adventure.

"Just go in and have a look!" As Owen said, he waved his wand, and the door seemed to be inspired by something, and after a 'squeak', it slowly opened.

It's a pity that no one saw the scenery inside.

(End of this chapter)