Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 243, Section 242: The Defeated Demon and the Victory!

This is an undisputed form of dark magic, even on par with the Unforgivable Curse. It is a sentient flame, or more accurately, a living, malevolent entity that actively pursues its prey until it devours everything.

It cannot be extinguished by water, no matter how much water there is, because this flame can even use water as fuel to burn. It devours everything from inorganic matter to organic matter, and even magical creations. When this flame burns to a certain extent, it will become increasingly restless, eager to devour its creator—only the most outstanding wizards can fully control this dark magic.

It must be said that using Fiercefire in such a confined space with many flammable materials is an extremely dangerous act, because there are too many things that can be burned, both in this corridor and in the underground classrooms on both sides.

The black magic flames are constantly transforming into magical creatures such as phoenixes and fire dragons, roaring and devouring any demons that dare to appear along the way, without exception.

"Control it! Dawson!!" Scrimgeour couldn't help but shout, "Everyone else, get ready, heed my command! Grip your wands tightly!"

“I know, Minister!” the Auror named Dawson replied nervously, large beads of sweat streaming down his forehead, both from the pressure of the spell and the heat brought by the Fiendfire.

The other Aurors remained silent. As elite wizards who had faced the dark wizard Fiendfyre many times in the past, they understood Scrimgeour's meaning—that they should prepare to cast a spell together to control the out-of-control Fiendfyre.

As the Fiendfire devoured more spider eggs or Arannas demons, Dawson's control over the flames became increasingly fragile. It wasn't an illusion; just now, a phoenix transformed from Fiendfire clearly charged towards them. If Scrimgeour hadn't urgently repelled it with a spell, some people would probably have been burned to death.

These flames were alive, but Harry could clearly sense that they were not an element—they were magical life forms themselves, and naturally had nothing to do with elements.

Extremely evil.

Harry could even hear the wails of the elements. Even the omnipresent elements were being devoured by the evil flames. Apart from where they were, the entire underground corridor area became a forbidden zone for the elements wherever Fiendfire reached.

This discovery weighed somewhat heavily on Harry's mind, but he had to admit that the spell did save them a lot of trouble—at least Harry and the others no longer had to worry about the spider demons that could break through the walls at any moment, or the ubiquitous, dense swarms of spider eggs and baby spiders, and they could conserve more energy and magic.

It's difficult to say whether fel energy, which symbolizes destruction, or Fiendfire, a flame that is destroying everything, is more powerful. Arannas demon warlocks are constantly using fel magic to fight against Fiendfire, but the local flames are being rather impolite—there are just too many of them.

The desks, chairs, and teaching materials that were originally piled up in the underground classroom, or the armor and statues used for decoration in the corridor, and even the corpses of these creations and demons, and even the stone walls on both sides had been licked clean... Everything along the way had become food for the Fiendfire, and in front of this Fiendfire that had become so huge, this little bit of fel energy was indeed not enough.

It would be more appropriate for Kil'jaeden to come in person.

"That classroom right over there! Lockhart summoned the demons there!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed, pointing to a classroom on the right. "My God! What have they done to this place?!"

It has been completely transformed into a den of demons. The walls of the underground classroom have disappeared, so everyone can clearly see the glowing green portal in the very center of the classroom. Demons are constantly rushing out of the portal, which is why the demons in the castle have not been completely eradicated.

"No, Minister!" Dawson couldn't help but shout, "I can't control it anymore!!"

"Everyone! With me!" Scrimgeour commanded decisively, "All curses end!!!"

Without hesitation, Scrimgeour knelt on the ground and slammed his wand into the earth. Other Aurors did the same. With the help of magic, the wands seemed to have gained astonishing strength; at least normal wood could not be inserted into the stone slab so easily.

The spell "All Curses End" possesses power commensurate with its name. It can end the effects of all spells within its range, and when multiple people use it together, this ending effect will be strengthened and the range will be expanded.

At the same time, the End of All Curses is one of the few spells that can stop the Fiendfyre Curse—although it is a pity that the Fiendfyre did not devour all the demons, if it continues to devour them, the entire Hogwarts will probably be burned to ashes, and it will be difficult for them to survive.

The phoenixes and dragons formed from flames finally disappeared under the effect of the spell, leaving only charred black marks and wisps of smoke, without even a trace of ashes.

Clang! !

He swung the warhammer violently toward the back of Scrimgeour's neck, where a barbed dagger was clearly visible. At the same time, an Arannas spider demon with bone wings on its back suddenly appeared before him, transforming from formless to tangible.

She looked somewhat surprised, and then, before the fireball Harry threw could hit her, she nimbly jumped back and landed on the other side of the corridor.

"Interesting," Arannas raised an eyebrow in surprise. "A mere mortal actually saw through my stealth?"

“I could smell your stench from several blocks away, you devil,” Harry said coldly. “So you’re their commander?”

This is a standard Arannas demon assassin. Harry remembers that in this demon race, the females have a much higher status than the males. They are not physically strong and are mostly sorcerers or assassins.

"Commander?" The demon suddenly laughed. "Isn't that a name only the fools of the Burning Legion would use? Interesting. You seem to have had contact with demons before. No wonder you found your way here."

"So you don't belong to the Burning Legion?" After hearing this demon call the Burning Legion fools, a weight was lifted from Harry's heart—the Legion's demons would never say that about them, and any who dared to do so would be punished by an invisible hand.

Unlike the wild demons outside, the demons of the Burning Legion truly have a powerful master behind them.

“Of course not,” the Arannas spider demon sneered disdainfully. “We are not those slaves. You talk too much, mortal. Remember my name. I am Lannax, the first assassin of Arannas under the Spider Queen Aranna.”

"Let me see what secrets are hidden in your soul."

Harry's question seemed to anger her, and under the tense gaze of many wizards, Lannax vanished into thin air.

"Avada Kedavra!!"

Perhaps because he had just narrowly escaped death, Scrimgeour finally realized what had happened. Before he could thank Harry, as soon as Lannax disappeared into thin air, he unhesitatingly cast the Killing Curse on the spot where the Spider Demon had been standing.

The whistling green light pierced through the air and landed on the wall at the corner of the corridor in the distance; Lanax had already left that spot.

"Reveal your true form immediately!" "Your true form will be revealed instantly!"

"..."

This fully demonstrates the diversity of spells. The Aurors are rapidly casting all sorts of anti-stealth spells they know, and some are even pulling out strange powders from their pockets and sprinkling them into the surrounding air.

"Protect yourselves!" Harry shouted a warning. "It's very fast. Go in pairs, back to back, and defend yourselves!"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry swung his hammer sharply to his right, where the spider demon was.

Surprisingly, instead of attacking the more physically vulnerable and slower-reacting wizards, this spider demon seemed to have set its sights on Harry, who somehow knew about the Burning Legion and demons.

After missing his target, Lanax turned and disappeared into thin air. The manifestation spells or manifestation powders didn't have much effect, only causing a slight abnormal fluctuation in the air at first, but then quickly went silent again.

"You've come after me?" Harry glanced around, gave a cold laugh, and said, "I know what a demon like you is called, the Spider Demon Arannas, right?"

“I’ve heard my warlock friend mention you. You come from a poor planet that has been conquered by the Burning Legion. I’m sorry, but demons like you are too weak, so my friend didn’t say much about you when he introduced you.”

Clang! !

Red sparks flew as the warhammer and dagger clashed. On the other side, the wizards were forced to deal with the demons that were constantly passing through the portal, while Harry and Lannarch remained locked in a stalemate.

Patience is the most crucial quality for achieving victory.

Having dealt with thieves countless times, Harry knew all too well that patience was essential when dealing with these scoundrels. (Please don't hit me, thief friends!)
"What's wrong? Are you angry?" Harry asked sarcastically. He had to keep this demon by his side, otherwise, given the wizards' reaction speed or abilities, they would probably die a terrible death.

"Why are you angry? Your home planet—I'm sorry, I really can't remember what your home planet is called, and nobody cares anyway, since it's long been the territory of the Burning Legion, and your entire race has been transformed into demons."

"So what gives you the right to look down on the Burning Legion? And call them idiots?" Harry laughed loudly. "If they're all idiots, then what should we call you, the trash crushed by the Legion? Idiots among idiots?"

"You've only managed to escape through the Twisting Nether to a region where the Burning Legion hasn't yet set foot, and survive there. Look at your ugly appearance. No matter how unwilling you are to admit it, you are ultimately a demon, a demon transformed by the Burning Legion's invasion—your race has been wiped out."

"Shut up! Mortal!!!"

The demons were howling, and Harry's words pierced precisely the most sacred and inviolable place in Lannax's heart, mercilessly tearing away the fig leaf she had always covered herself with, forcing her to face this brutal reality.

A remnant of a loser.

"caught you."

When this demon was driven to the brink of madness by the power of words, her invisibility was no longer perfect.

As it turns out, even demons have things they care about, just like the World Tree for Archimonde, and Velen for Kil'jaeden.

We generally call this kind of obsession.

He keenly noticed the unnatural fluctuations in the air. Harry's warhammer, entwined with a storm, crashed down, spreading frost like snakes from the floor, and even the ceiling was covered in flames.

One hammer.

Just one hammer blow!!

The vulnerability of the thief profession was thus exposed. Even the physical strength of a demon's body was enough to break the bone wings with just one hammer blow. Lannax's right chest cavity was directly dented by the blow. He was no longer the arrogant man he had been. He was now kneeling weakly on the ground, staring at Harry with eyes full of hatred.

“You’re not a very good assassin, you demon,” Harry scoffed. “If you can’t stay calm all the time, you might as well find a place in the Twisting Nether to retire—if you still have the chance.”

"you--"

Click!

Having no interest in listening to the demon's dying words, Harry finished her off with two more blows of his hammer, destroying her head.

Deadly.

After killing the leader of this demonic invasion force, destroying the portal was not difficult; all that was needed was to destroy the magic circle diagram on the ground and the runestones filled with fel energy.

Demons are like a pile of foul-smelling garbage; wherever they go, they pollute the local environment. Even if you kill a demon, you still have to grit your teeth and deal with the traces of their evil energy.

This is Hogwarts. If we cannot completely purify the pollution brought by demons and completely clean up the traces of fel energy, and if a curious young wizard accidentally comes into contact with those residual fel energy and becomes a potential sorcerer, then things will be in big trouble.

It is possible that some exceptionally resolute individuals can maintain their original intentions after coming into contact with fel energy, but such people are ultimately very few. Most people, no matter how kind they were before, will be corrupted and degenerate after coming into contact with fel energy, becoming cruel and only focused on power.

Harry had contact with Illidan's demon hunters, and even within the demon hunter team, there were traitors from time to time, ranging from controlling demonic power to becoming completely demons themselves.

(End of this chapter)