At Hogwarts, the story begins with deconstructing Avada Kedavra.

Chapter 67 An Absurd Dead End

The shadowy figure didn't even raise its wand.

It just tilted its head slightly, and it was not clearly visible under the hood.

"Get out of here."

The hoarse voice exploded directly in Harry and Ron's minds.

The sound was accompanied by a terrifying, overwhelming shockwave that exploded outwards.

Before the two could even cry out, they were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings, plunging headfirst into the muddy puddles where Draco and the others were.

Aside from being covered in mud and feeling dazed from the fall, Harry was not injured.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to prop himself up with his hands, only to find in despair that the dark figure had already floated into the air, looking down at them, the lambs to the slaughter.

"Hiss—what touching stupidity—" The dark figure slowly raised the wand, and a ghastly green light gathered at the tip of the wand.

That's a death curse.

At this moment, Parvati, huddled in the mud, had completely lost his mind.

Her trembling hand gripped the glass marble in her pocket tightly.

She didn't know the true origin of this thing. Fred and George originally wanted it to explode directly in a person's hand, but Lucian suggested adding a delayed trigger and pressure sensing for fun, and used advanced transformation magic to compress the extremely unstable gunpowder core into a magnificent nebula.

Parvati only remembered her senior's words that being hit would have a miraculous effect.

In the shadow of death, this was her only lifeline.

Panic drove her to pull her hand away, wanting to throw the ball at the monster in mid-air with all her might.

However, just as Parvati raised her hand, Draco, who was lying next to her, let out a sob and his body twitched due to extreme fear.

His wildly swinging elbow slammed squarely into Parvati's wrist!

"what!"

Parvati let out a short gasp. The glass ball, covered in cold sweat, flew out of his hand.

It happened by sheer coincidence that it hit Harry Potter in the chest as he was barely managing to prop himself up and prepare to cast another spell!

"Click."

The crisp sound of shattering glass broke the silence, and Harry instinctively closed his eyes.

The glass ball was triggered.

"Boom!!!"

A dense, dazzling, and dizzying red and gold nebula exploded violently around Harry!

The magical cloud expanded instantly, enveloping Harry, Ron, and the others nearby. The thick, impenetrable smoke billowed upwards, obscuring half the sky.

Voldemort, who was in mid-air, had no idea of ​​this turn of events.

His vision was instantly and completely taken away by this sudden nebula.

Moreover, as this cloud, which could not be dispelled within half an hour, rose into the sky, the magic inside the nebula was activated.

The red and gold glittering dust particles quickly arranged and rearranged in mid-air.

Just as Voldemort, wand in hand, his face obscured by smoke, several huge, shiny English letters, complete with tacky spark effects, appeared atop the nebula:

【IAMABIGFOOL (I'm a big idiot)】

The words were not only dazzlingly bright, but they also seemed to make a mocking "pfft pfft" sound as the clouds rolled by.

Avada Kedavra 1

Voldemort had only recited half of his incantation when his vision was forcibly filled with the words "I am a big idiot".

The Dark Lord's spellcasting rhythm was disrupted, and his wrist shifted.

—To take my life!

"Whoosh!"

The ghastly green beam of death that had pierced through Harry was forced to deviate by three feet due to the interference!

The green light grazed past the cloud that said "I'm a big fool" and struck a towering ancient tree hard.

The massive tree canopy lost its support and collapsed with a deafening roar towards Voldemort, who was suspended in mid-air!

"Damn it! You vile insects!"

Voldemort let out a furious roar. He was forced to halt his attack, unleashing a shattering spell that blasted the trees hurtling towards him apart. Splinters filled the air, mingling with the mocking nebula, plunging the scene into utter absurd chaos.

"Cough cough—Run!"

In the mud, Harry, coughing from the gunpowder smoke and ignoring the pain in his chest, grabbed Ron. The group scrambled out of the mud pit.

But that damn nebula has a follow effect.

Wherever Harry ran, the "I'm a Fool" ball floated two feet above his head, swaggering through the dark Forbidden Forest.

Ron was panting heavily, his lungs aching.

He clung tightly to Harry's sleeve, stumbling and running wildly through the woods.

With the help of the bright light above Harry's head, Ron could clearly see that half of the surrounding trees were illuminated. The gnarled and intertwined roots and slanted branches cast menacing shadows in the light and shadow, looking just like tree spirits opening their bloody mouths to devour them.

Even worse, the nebula emitted a series of mocking "pfft, pfft" sounds.

Ron swallowed hard in despair, his mind screaming wildly:

Merlin's beard! If I'm destined to die from dark magic today, can't I at least not have to stare at this tacky, glowing lettering before I die?! That would be such a ridiculous and shameful way to die!

Draco looked back repeatedly in alarm.

The roar of the Dark Lord unleashing his Shattering Curse and destroying trees was almost within reach, and the aura of death pressed tightly against his neck.

This is insane! The whole world has gone mad! Why am I running wildly through the Forbidden Forest with some idiot wearing a mocking sign?!

Fear and a sense of absurdity churned in Draco's stomach. He couldn't even tell if he was crying because he was scared or because he was blinded by the bright red and gold light.

The twins, trailing behind, bit their lips tightly. "I'm so sorry, Harry—I'm so sorry, I've killed everyone—"

Parvati's heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she grabbed her sister's hand and ran for her life.

Voldemort completely lost his mind.

The mighty Dark Lord not only failed to kill a first-grader, but was also forced to watch those glittering words flashing before his eyes! The harm wasn't great, but the humiliation was immense!

He weaved through the woods, relentlessly pursuing him.

Harry was sitting on that live target; he had nowhere to hide.

At this critical moment, they frantically stepped into a large patch of black vines—the devil's net of the Forbidden Forest!

This plant is most afraid of light and heat.

The nebula above Harry's head, fueled by the gunpowder core, emitted a blinding red-gold light, and its swirling clouds were scorching hot!

When Harry, with his "I'm a big idiot" glowing a fiery cloud, plunged headlong into the Devil's Web's territory, hundreds of thick black vines, in an attempt to avoid Harry as their source of light, violently retreated and lashed outwards!

Harry and his friends ran past without any hindrance, but Voldemort, who followed closely behind, was in big trouble.

As the thickest vines retreated in terror, they lashed out at the dark figure in mid-air!

A thorny vine lashed squarely across Quirrell's face. Several other vines seized the opportunity to wrap tightly around his ankles and waist, pulling him sharply!

Caught off guard, Voldemort lost his balance and was violently pulled down, falling into a large puddle of mud.

"Burning Flames!"

The enraged Dark Lord burned the Devil's Web to ashes.

However, when he crawled out of the mud, death's scythe was destined to fall.

"Whoosh—thud!"

An arrow grazed Voldemort's headband and embedded itself deeply in the tree trunk!

"Release those foals, you parasites of darkness!"

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the deathly silence of the Forbidden Forest.

Ferenze and a dozen other centaurs, armed with longbows, surrounded Voldemort.

Immediately afterwards, the bushes in the distance were knocked aside.

"Teeth, go! Bite him to death!"

Hagrid burst in. Hermione followed behind him, her wand glowing.

Voldemort stared intently down below.

Quirrell's body is on the verge of collapse.

The most damning thing is the glowing "I'm a Fool" sign above Harry's head.

All the magical creatures and guards in the forest were drawn by the undeniable light and explosion!

What could have been a perfect hunt that ended quietly turned into a farcical light show because of a glass ball that was supposed to be a prank!

"Potter————"

Voldemort let out a helpless screech.

A cloud of black smoke rose from Quirrell's wand, transforming into a massive black shield that blocked the rain of arrows fired by the centaurs.

Immediately afterwards, the body wearing the tattered cloak was forcibly pulled by the Dark Lord's will, and turned around in an inhuman manner, disappearing into the deeper darkness and fleeing in a sorry state.

The crisis is over.

The woods returned to silence.

Hagrid dropped his umbrella and stumbled toward the mud-covered children, grabbing Harry and Ron into his arms and wailing.

The twin sisters hugged each other and cried loudly, while Draco collapsed on the ground, crying and laughing at the same time.

The centaur Frenzer put down his longbow and slowly walked up to Harry.

The centaur, an expert in astrology, looked up at the red and gold nebula that still hovered steadily two feet above Harry's head, impossible to dispel, and the line of [IAMABIGF0OL] that was still shimmering.

Even the wise centaur's expression showed a hint of undisguised stiffness at this moment.

"The dead end of fate—seems to have been forcibly deflected by some extremely absurd celestial phenomenon."

"Ference murmured softly, his tone revealing his confusion.

At this moment, after experiencing great ups and downs and brushes with death, Harry Potter's mind was still blank.

He let Hagrid rub his messy hair, and looked up at the glowing words above his head that kept flashing and even accompanied by "pfft" mocking sounds.

At that moment, only one persistent thought occupied the savior's mind:

Is this a prank prop by the Weasley brothers?!

at the same time.

Less than fifty feet from the open space, in the dense canopy of an ancient tree.

The air rippled slightly as a figure broke free of the illusion spell and emerged from among the intertwined branches.

Lucian sat on the thick tree trunk, toying with his wand, watching the farce below come to an end.

The night breeze blew by, fluttering the hem of his clothes.

His gaze passed over Draco, who was weeping bitterly, and the twins, who were burying their faces in their hands, and finally landed on the extremely conspicuous red and gold nebula above Harry's head.

However, looking at the arrogantly flashing "I am a big fool" and the direction Quirrell fled in a disheveled state, Lucian's face did not show the ease and smugness of someone who had succeeded in playing a prank.

He slowly loosened his grip on the wand, his palm already covered in cold sweat.

Just moments before, when Voldemort uttered "Avada Kedavra," he almost couldn't resist jumping down from the tree to forcefully intervene.

That's too risky.

Lucian took a deep breath, his mind replaying those few insane seconds.

His original plan was actually quite simple:

Observe the developments in the forest ban to determine the next steps.

Everything was proceeding according to the plot and his predictions.

Until Draco Malfoy, out of fear, jerked his elbow wildly.

This extremely minor, comical movement, which would not even be mentioned in any biographical story, caused Parvati's wrist to deflect.

And so, the glass ball that shouldn't have been there struck Harry Potter in the chest.

At that moment, Lucien's heart skipped a beat.

Because of this absurd accident, Harry became a living target, shining brightly in the dark and accompanied by mocking sound effects.

If it weren't for the forced intervention of the plot—

The famous "Boy Who Lived," the future hope of the wizarding world, was just about to die miserably in a mud pit because of Draco Malfoy's elbow strike, complete with the dazzling "I'm a big idiot" special effect!

"supporting role----"

Lucian's gaze shifted from the comical nebula above Harry's head to Draco Malfoy, who lay slumped in the mud below, almost forgotten.

His attention has always been focused on Harry, Dumbledore, Voldemort, and other "core protagonists" who can influence the course of the world.

In his subconscious, characters like Draco and Parvati are more like dynamic stickers on the background of the plot, tools used to fill the scene and create atmosphere.

But tonight's absurdity reminded him.

He's too arrogant; this isn't a scripted world revolving around a "savior."

This is a chaotic yet vibrant real world composed of countless individual wills!

In this world, the supporting characters are not pre-defined, one-dimensional NPCs.

They will be afraid, they will lose control, and they will have their own instinctive reactions to take control.

These seemingly insignificant characters, these variables who could collapse at any moment due to fear, possess a terrifying destructive power capable of altering the entire trajectory of fate and even easily destroying the "main storyline."

The butterfly effect? ​​No, this is more direct and more deadly than the butterfly effect.

A panicked elbow strike from a ten-year-old boy nearly brought the war between good and evil in the magical world to an early end.

A butterfly flapping its wings can unleash a predictable tornado.

A panicked Malfoy, with a single elbow strike, flapped the wings of destiny, wings powerful enough to instantly overturn the entire wizarding world!

"It seems that my plan must take all these variables into account."

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From this day forward, there will be no more "supporting roles" on his chessboard.

Everyone is a chess piece, and everyone can also be a hurricane capable of overturning the chessboard.