Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 469: The Three-Eyed Thestral!
Harry was a little confused because that feeling didn't exist in the village.

Nor was it in the very imposing mansion on the hillside across the valley.

But - because the downhill road was too steep, Harry couldn't help but jog, then turned left, and there he was!

Before Harry appeared a gap in the fence, leading to a narrow dirt road.

The hedges on either side were taller and thicker than those he had just passed, and the dirt road was winding, bumpy, and rocky, and it went down as steeply as the previous path.

But Harry did not hesitate at all. The closer he got, the more he felt a throbbing sensation.

It was the same feeling as facing Voldemort and his Horcruxes.

The scar on his forehead began to throb again, emitting streams of icy-cold magical power that enveloped his brain.

The phoenix in the heart raised its long neck and cried loudly.

His other self took both of his hands.

He jumped up and jumped down the steep slope.

He was like a leaf, floating down from the sky and landing steadily at the end of the road - a dark forest.

In the real world, this might be the residence of a dark wizard.

This was what Harry thought the moment he looked at the woods.

Because the sky is clear now, but these big trees block out all the light, casting cool, dark and dense shadows.

And in this shadow lay the valley below, with the house half hidden among the tangled trees.

Harry actually felt a little familiar with it.

This is the first time I have seen a place that is so consistent with the residence of wizards in fairy tales.

So much so that the moss-covered walls, the roof with many tiles missing, the rafters exposed here and there, the dense nettles growing around the house, and the windows covered with thick old dirt all looked particularly lovely.

And this house was his destination.

He waved his wand, and the note in his pocket flew out, lit up with sparks and burned up.

The Ravenclaw diadem also flew out from another pocket and stayed firmly on his messy hair, as if it was attracted by a magnet.

Ravenclaw's crown was his trump card. With the blessing of the crown and the cold magic on his forehead, he soon realized one thing.

The mirror beast that gave him the same feeling as Voldemort might not be able to appear.

Because it was as dark as night all around, without a trace of sunlight.

The glass on the windows of the house opposite was also covered with dirt.

Harry inhaled slowly, and flaming magic emerged from his mouth and nose with his breath.

It swirled around his head and slowly took shape as a red sun.

The red sun shone brightly, and the dirt on the windows disappeared like snow seeing the sun.

The earth is shaking!
It was accompanied by a long, terrifying roar.

boom!
The surrounding trees looked as if they had been hit by a train.

A dark shadow came towards Harry along the fracture.

The red sun above Harry's head automatically moved forward and slammed into the black shadow.

Click click click!

The magical fluctuations caused by the collision spread throughout the valley.

All the trees broke apart from the ripples at the impact.

The sun in the sky finally shone on this land that had not been exposed to sunlight for thousands of years.

Harry held the wand in both hands and pointed it forward. An invisible shield condensed in front of him, blocking the impact.

And the dark shadow finally appeared in front of Harry.

It raised its neck, which was covered with protruding green veins, and looked at the red sun that Harry had conjured.

Harry saw it clearly now.

It has a dragon-like head, a horse-like shape, and bat-like wings—it's a Thestral, except that it has green eyes.

And it is not skinny at all. On the contrary, its body is covered with tangled muscles, and each muscle is covered with protruding blood vessels.

Green blood with spots of fluorescence moved at high speed in the blood vessels, making the monster seem to be emitting the green light of death.

Harry held his breath and tapped himself with his wand.

His body seemed to have lost its substance, and the ground swallowed him up like a quagmire.

Deep in the stone-filled underground, Harry's body curled up into a ball.

Invisible magic wrapped around his body, creating the air needed by his body.

And his mind was projected onto the red sun that the monster was staring at.

"Cast off!" Harry's voice sounded from the red sun.

Then there was the sound of the eggshell breaking.

A sacred, beautiful bird song sounded from the red sun.

It's Phoenix!
Beautiful golden and red creature!

It has a golden tail, as long as a peacock's tail, and a pair of golden claws, and its body is burning with a flaming magical halo.

The original red sun was like an egg. As the phoenix spread its wings and flew high, the "eggshell" turned into fiery red meteors and flew towards the monster on the ground.

The monster flapped its wings, creating waves of sound and avoiding all the meteors.

It opened its big mouth full of fangs and bit the phoenix hard.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Ping-pong! Ping-pong! Ping-pong! Ping-pong! The sound of collisions and the collision of fangs and claws rang out in the air.

Two rays of light, one red and one green, sometimes chased each other and sometimes collided in the sky.

呲呲!

Red light fell from the sky, burning the ground and leaving a long, steaming scratch on the ground.

hum!
Flames started from the remains of the tree.

"What's going on!" Phoenix Harry thought as he looked up from the flames.

This mirror beast is too strong!

This magic, which Ryan named Phoenix Incarnation, has never been defeated in the virtual world since he learned it.

Every time he hid his body and transformed himself into a phoenix, no matter how powerful the vampire Snape, the headless knight Sirius, or the troll Dumbledore were, they were no match for him.

You know, this is a phoenix that was transformed using the magic of his mother's love.

Even Voldemort's former Avatar suffered defeat in front of it and rebounded onto his own master.

What's more, after merging with that him, the phoenix ignited a flaming magical halo.

Harry tried it in the Mirror World, but accidentally burned down the whole of London.

If the mirror world was not based on reality, it would be repaired according to reality.

I guess he won't be able to find Little Hangleton through the British Museum.

"No, it must have a weakness."

"Not even Voldemort himself would be that difficult to deal with."

"Not to mention that this should be the mirror beast corresponding to his Horcrux in the Mirror World." Phoenix Harry thought as he hid in the flames that had now burned down the entire valley.

"I see!" thought Harry excitedly.

In the flames that had consumed even Great Hangleton, five miles away, Harry finally spotted the black stone between the monster's wings.

It was deeply buried in green fluorescent veins and black fur.

There was a crack on the stone with overlapping triangles and circles. It looked like an eye.

(End of this chapter)