Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 545 Three Staffs Shatter Hades' Dream, Boss, I'm Just Passing By

Sizzle—Sizzle—

A series of sounds, like pressure cooker releasing steam, rang out, and the skin of the students and teachers in the auditorium swelled up. Their skin became translucent due to the swelling, and something could be faintly seen wriggling beneath it.

Upon seeing the scene before him, several veins bulged on Krum's forehead: even if he was slow to realize, he could see that something was wrong; his teacher, his classmates, and his friends were most likely never to return.

Once the skin of everyone in the auditorium had swelled to a certain extent, they burst open like inflated balloons. Crimson fluid splattered everywhere, turning the entire auditorium red, and an indescribable stench spread—the well-informed Rice knew it was the stench of corpses.

As their skin burst open, the true condition of Durmstrang's students and teachers was revealed: maggot-like creatures writhed within the flesh of everyone. Some had their subcutaneous flesh hollowed out by these maggots, while others still retained some. It seemed to be a matter of when one received the blessing; the earlier one received it, the more maggots were inside.

The insects splattered and fell from the skeleton and flesh, then began to devour each other. At the same time, Karkaroff's eyes turned blood red.

As the first person present to receive the blessing, his transformation was the most complete. The other Durmstrangers merely had worms growing under their skin, but Karkaroff's worms had already completed the process of devouring each other.

Karkaroff kept a close eye on Rice and his two companions, ready to act at any moment. He needed to buy time for the ritual to summon the Great Being.

However, Rice, Rowena, and Athena did nothing but stand there quietly watching their "performance." Their thoughts were simple: they wanted to see what the true form of this summoned ancient god was.

"Arrogant." Karkaroff glanced at the three of them with disdain, but made no further move. He felt that maintaining the status quo was fine.

Within a dozen seconds, the insects in the auditorium had finished devouring each other. Nearly a hundred large insects, about the length of an arm and with strange sucker-like mouthparts on their bodies, were pupaeing on the floor.

Karkaroff snapped his fingers, and they all exploded, turning into clumps of red liquid.

Under Karkaroff's manipulation, the liquids floated up, flew to him, and were swallowed by him.

After Karkaroff absorbed the last drop of liquid, his entire demeanor changed.

He suddenly burst into a nervous laugh.

"The biggest mistake you've ever made in your lives was not stopping me from completing the ritual. That's probably arrogance! It's too late to regret it now. The true God has come into the world, and He has given me power comparable to that of a god..." As he said this, the skin on his chest burst open.

Unlike other teachers and students, the entity beneath Karkarov's skin did not burst out with "juice"; it had already taken shape within Karkarov's body.

A very thick tentacle emerged from Karkarov's chest cavity, as if something was drilling out—with ordinary physics, it was impossible to imagine how such a huge creature could be hidden inside Karkarov's body, because the tentacle that emerged was as thick as a person.

Krum looked anxiously at Rice and the other two, and found that they still had no intention of retaliating, which puzzled him.

After a moment's careful consideration, he drew his wand and tentatively attacked the tentacles that were crawling out.

An explosive spell struck the tentacle, but not even a spark flew.

Karkarov's head chuckled again.

"Viktor, stop struggling in vain and accept the blessing. Can't you feel this surging power? Today is the day I shed my wizard's skin and become a god!"

Clearly, the beings deep within the underworld granted Karkaroff an incredible wish.

Rice and his two companions remained indifferent and watched from the sidelines.

After the first tentacle emerged from Karkaroff's body, a second, a third...

Soon, eight enormous tentacles began to writhe on the teachers' table. Karkarov wanted to say something, but his expression suddenly changed.

"No, no! Why break the contract—" His voice echoed in the auditorium, but stopped abruptly the next second.

Then, his remaining parts also vanished into thin air, replaced by a giant octopus.

An evil magical force surged into the sky, destroying Durmstrang's protective and concealment magic in just a few seconds, exposing the school hidden in Scandinavia.

Sensing the astonishing magical fluctuations before him, Rice exclaimed, "The strength of this so-called 'great being' truly does not disappoint. It's only slightly inferior to Zeus; the depths of the Underworld are indeed a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers reside."

A look of astonishment flashed in Athena's eyes. She hadn't expected that such a small sacrifice could bring such a powerful ancient god back to reality. Perhaps the wizard's "energy" was far greater.

"It's time to make a move." Seeing the resurrected giant octopus turn its gaze to him, Rice gripped his staff tightly, while Rowena put on her crown.

The two magical powers belonging to the two of them then erupted.

Athena's face turned deathly pale. Faced with the clash of three powerful magical forces, she felt as if she were a small boat sailing in a storm, at risk of being swallowed by the waves at the slightest misstep.

She understood her mission for the day: to survive the aftermath of the battle between the three monsters.

The Underworld Octopus, having devoured Karkaroff and Durmstrang, and returned to reality, clearly did not expect that two monsters would be blocking its spawn point.

A feeling of regret arose in His heart.

But the die was cast, and He had no choice but to accept it, engaging in a direct confrontation with Rice and Rowena.

However, during the battle, He was also searching for an escape route.

Rice saw through His thoughts, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"If I were alone, you could indeed hold me off for a while, and might even get what you want. But now I'm here with Rowena..."

He raised his staff, poured immeasurable magic into it, and then swung it down fiercely.

An extremely powerful attack was launched.

Rice's first strike was extremely concentrated magic, even directly piercing the barrier between reality and the underworld, merging the two worlds into one in this area. Countless underworld creatures were thus caught in the crossfire.

With this strike, the giant octopus's two tentacles instantly turned to ashes.

A cold smile curved at the corners of Rowena's lips as she prepared her offensive.

Before the octopus could react, Rice's second attack followed.

This time, even His remaining tentacles were annihilated.

The "octopus" panicked completely. It began to dissipate its power, attempting to return to the underworld, but Rice's staff had already been raised for the third time. This time, Rowena followed in her old friend's footsteps.

The turquoise and deep blue magic intertwined and surged toward the octopus, landing on its large head.

boom--

Athena unleashed her divine power, forming a protective layer in front of her in an attempt to withstand the aftershocks of the battle.

Unfortunately, the shield only lasted for a few seconds before shattering.

When Rice and Rowena's attacks subsided, Athena was already seriously injured.

She couldn't even imagine what would happen if she faced that terrifying attack head-on.

"It might not even last a second before it vanishes?" Athena thought with lingering fear.

As for that terrifying being who was not much inferior to their father god, he has now been completely wiped out of the world.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Update delivered, goodnight everyone~

Updates have been a bit unstable lately, please forgive me.

After much consideration, I have decided to release these chapters as free chapters.

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