Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 195 Summoning the God of Death
The blood was boiling more and more, and even the whole auditorium could be heard with the gurgling sound of boiling liquid.

Even Tiffany's screams of pain under the bowl could not drown out the boiling sound.

A strange red light suddenly appeared, dyeing the entire auditorium blood red.

After a while, the blood rising from the bowl gradually solidified into a phantom of six wings.

"Lord."

Tom bowed respectfully.

"You have done well, my faithful servant."

The voice of the phantom was a little intermittent, as if the signal was not very good.

"However, one last step is needed to open the sealed gate of hell..."

"Please go ahead," Tom said, bowing.

The phantom raised his hand, and a red light shot out and hit Tom on the forehead.

"This is the magic circle you need to draw, Tom." The shadow said to him: "After opening the gate of hell in the new world, you can start to collect the items I need and remove the seal my father has placed on me."

"Yes, my lord," Tom replied.

……

Hogwarts, Flamel's alchemy workshop.

They can be said to have made sufficient preparations for today's summoning ceremony.

Mr. Flamel not only contributed precious materials to summon the god of death, but also drew the magic circle himself.

When everything was ready, Mr. Flamel nodded to the people around him. At the same time, Dumbledore reached out and took some leaves from the bowl and sprinkled them in the center of the magic circle.

"Begin," said Dumbledore.

Monsieur Flamel held the huge book in his hands and began to recite the spell required to summon Death.

The light in the magic circle gradually brightened.

The light became brighter and brighter, until finally, there was a strong flash of light, and the people present had to subconsciously stretch out their hands to block the strong light.

After a while, the light gradually faded.

"Did it work?" Newt asked, looking up.

He looked towards the center of the magic circle, but found that there was nothing there.

Not to mention the people, even the chair originally prepared for the Grim Reaper disappeared.

Mr. Flamel lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand, carefully comparing the spell with the spell he had just recited. He thought something went wrong, but after careful comparison, he did not find any omissions.

"Is there something wrong?" Dumbledore turned around and asked Mr. Flamel.

Mr Flamel frowned, looking from Dumbledore to Newt.

Just then, Harry pushed the door open.

"How was it?" he asked. "Was the summoning successful?"

"It's obvious, Pot," Cassandra said, waving her hands. "We failed—"

"How could this happen?" Harry put on his glasses. "Isn't this method recorded in ancient books? Could it be that there is some deviation in the content recorded in the book?"

"Perhaps, perhaps we can try other methods." Mr. Flamel put down the book and said to Harry, "But judging from the reaction of the summoning ritual just now, it doesn't seem to have failed. We should have summoned something, but it didn't stay in the magic circle."

"Revelio!"

Harry extended his wand and cast a spell that flashed across the cottage, but he found nothing unusual.

"Perhaps the method is wrong." Mr. Flamel pondered for a moment and continued, "I always feel like I missed the most important step, so our summoning failed... Wait, let me think carefully about how to complete the ritual..."

"So what do we need to do now?" asked Dumbledore.

"Oh, child." Mr. Flamel looked at Dumbledore and said a name that everyone present found unacceptable: "What you need to do most now is to leave here and return to your respective homes."

child? !
Harry and Vivi looked at each other and complained in their hearts.

But then again, in front of Mr. Flamel, Dumbledore is really a child.

After all, when Mr. Flamel was Dumbledore's age, the Eastern Roman Empire had not yet fallen, and Constantinople had not yet been destroyed by the Urban Cannon.

Since Mr. Flamel had said so, everyone had no choice but to go their separate ways.

"Then I'll go back to the Muggle world first." Weiwei said to Harry, "If you have any news, remember to inform me in time."

"Sometimes I can't always find you. After all, you have to go to class." Harry said with his hands spread out.

Weiwei suddenly remembered the new gadget she had seen in the Muggle world before, so she took it out of her bag and handed it to Mr. Flamel.

"Mr. Flamel," she said, holding the long black phone. "This thing is a mobile phone, a kind of communication tool in the Muggle world. It can achieve real-time communication across regions - you see, and its advantage is that it is very portable..."

The mobile phone Vivi was holding in her hand was the Motorola 3200, which became a household name in later generations.

Speaking of the model, it may sound unfamiliar to people, but it has a well-known name in China - Big Brother.

This phone has been on the market since 1989, but its advantages and disadvantages are equally obvious.

Needless to say, its advantages include portability, which is its biggest advantage. In addition, it also has a very hidden yet very conspicuous function, which is that when there is no suitable weapon at hand, it can be used as a brick.

Mr. Lemay took the phone, looked it up and down and asked, "How do I use this?"

"Like this." Weiwei took out the one that belonged to him and said to Mr. Flamel, "There is no signal in Hogwarts. If you use it, you can dial my phone number, and then you can use this thing to achieve real-time message transmission..."

"Oh, you said that."

Mr. LeMay exclaimed, and took out the crystal ball computer he invented from the side.

"Here." He handed the crystal ball to Vivi, and then took out another one and handed it to Harry.

After the two of them each took their own crystal ball, Mr. Flamel said, "Well, now put your hands on it and input your own magic power." Hearing Mr. Flamel's words, the two of them did as he was told.

"Harry," Mr. Flamel said to Harry, "hold the crystal ball, and as you input magic, think to yourself that you want to speak to Miss Grindelwald."

Harry nodded. He held the crystal ball in his arms, inputting magic power into it, and thinking about talking to Vivi in ​​his mind.

The next second, a shadow of Harry appeared on the crystal ball in Vivi's hand. That Harry was grinning foolishly with his teeth bared, and the scar on his head was extremely obvious.

"This is another use of computers. Although it is not very portable - I know this crystal ball is a bit heavy." Mr. Flamel said with a smile, "But I have thought of this instant messaging function a long time ago. So, Miss Grindelwald, you can accept the call by tapping Harry's head - or you can accept it in your mind."

Vivi reached out and did as she was told, tapping the scar on Harry's forehead.

Sure enough, the shadow flashed and turned into Harry holding the crystal ball.

"Oh, what a change!" exclaimed Harry.

At the same time, Harry in the crystal ball in Vivi's hand also exclaimed, "Oh, there's a change!"

"Look, I think the wizards' methods have their merits," Mr. Flamel said with a smile. "At least we don't have to envy the Muggles' methods anymore, don't you?"

"That's a good idea, but..." Vivi pondered for a moment: "What if I'm in the Muggle world? For example, I'm in class at school, and Harry suddenly sends me a message. I can't just hold the crystal ball..."

Mr. Flamel glanced at Vivi helplessly.

He walked forward in small steps and tapped Vivi's crystal ball.

A miracle happened, the crystal ball turned into a phone that looked exactly like Motorola 3200.

"You are still a wizard." Mr. Flamel said sarcastically: "Shouldn't we use wizard methods to solve it? For example, use a Transfiguration spell-"

"You're right." Vivi gladly accepted Mr. Flamel's criticism. She took the phone, held it and silently said in her heart that she wanted to talk to Harry. Just like when Harry initiated communication with her before, her shadow also appeared on Harry's crystal ball.

"So, I think this multifunctional crystal ball can be priced high." Mr. Lemay began to talk about the pricing of the crystal ball. "I am old, and you don't want an old man to spend time and energy to customize a crystal ball for you young people, right? So... since you want a crystal ball, you have to exchange it for precious alchemical materials..."

"You deserve it." Everyone said.

Mr. Flamel was actually feeling very bitter. Even his collection of hundreds of years could not withstand the recent astronomical consumption. If he did not replenish it, his collection might be used up in a few days.

He now felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier when he faked his death, he would not have distributed those treasures one by one.

"There's no use for me with those alchemical materials." Newt was the first to speak up: "So... I want to return them to you, Mr. Flamel, in exchange for three crystal balls... oh, six."

"What do you want six for?" asked Mr. Flamel curiously.

"Look," Newt said, "Besides Tina and I, Theseus also needs a crystal ball. He's watching Grindelwald in Nurmengard now, and sometimes he needs to chat with him... Also, Aunt Pappy needs one, as well as Queenie and Jacob. My God, the last time I saw Jacob, he was so old, but still so energetic..."

"He is certainly in high spirits." Mr. Flamel gave Newt a meaningful smile. "In that case, then..."

Mr. Flamel trotted aside, picked up his wand, and pulled out a small box containing six crystal balls.

"Here, this is your crystal ball. As for the specific usage, I think you should remember it - but I need to remind you that Jacob is a Muggle, and he can't activate the wizard version of the crystal ball. I made one that even Muggles can use. The slightly larger one inside is it."

"Thank you, Mr. Flamel," Newt said gratefully.

"You don't have to look at me, Mr. Flamel." Vivi said to Mr. Flamel in advance: "My treasure house has been emptied by Gael. Now there is only the crown that belongs to me. As for the gold galleons and those alchemical materials, they have already been swept away by him..."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Mr. Flamel said with a smile: "You and Harry... and Miss Malfoy, all three of you are free..."

Harry was a little confused as to why Mr. Flamel didn't charge him anything.

Of course, he would never have thought that, in Mr. Flamel's opinion, the fun that the three of them provided to the Flamel couple was incomparable to any precious treasure.

Since he met them, Mr. Flamel felt that life had become much more fun.

It was at this moment that a strong light suddenly flashed in Mr. Flamel's alchemy room.

Then, the whole room began to shake.

"Be careful!" Vivi shouted, reaching out for her wand, ready to join the battle at any time.

Harry was the same. He looked around vigilantly, trying to find out what was going on.

The alchemy room continued to shake, and the magic lights on the ceiling swayed left and right.

A strong magical wave suddenly appeared and spread to the entire alchemy room.

Then, this wave suddenly spread out and swept in all directions.

The Forbidden Forest was the closest to Mr. Flamel's alchemy room. Under the influence of this magical impact, the Forbidden Forest was the first to fall in the direction of the wave impact.

In an instant, all the trees in the Forbidden Forest, including the Whomping Willow on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, lost their leaves instantly.

In just a few seconds, the entire forest became as desolate as the coldest month of winter, with only dead branches, fallen leaves, and bare tree trunks left.

The people in the alchemy room did not see the forbidden forest. They had just recovered from the impact of the magic power.

Harry suddenly had an idea.

"Could it be Death?" he asked.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat when they heard Harry's words.

Apart from the god of death, who else could have such powerful magic that makes people tremble with fear?
"Perhaps she has already come," said Dumbledore, "in that little room just now. I seem to have a feeling... a premonition. I am sure she is inside."

"Then let's go and take a look." Harry suggested, "Since we have summoned her, we have to meet her. Otherwise, it would be impolite."

"I hope you realize the danger, poor little Pot." Cassandra spread her hands. "Are you going to be forced to travel back a hundred years again because of your foolish courage?"

"If there is danger, no matter how hard we try, we won't be able to escape."

Harry said, and walked towards the room with the Death Summoning Charm painted on it.

"He has a point." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and followed Harry into the small room.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)