People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Besides doing his homework, he has a lot of things to do.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the Black Demon Seal Script placed flat between his knees.

"Let me see if I can find the answer to the search for the Misty Forest!"

"Misty Forest. A living magic circle surrounding the Magic Fairy Castle. It covers a wide area and has a simple consciousness. It was given the task of protecting the Magic Fairy Castle and serving the faculty and staff of the Magic Fairy Castle by its creator."

“Even without maintenance, it can last for hundreds or even thousands of years.”

"The fog is designed to protect certain spaces within its range from being reachable or observable, so that unwelcome, unauthorized lives, objects, or magic will be lost, or simply destroyed."

Cedric suddenly realized, "So, what's important is not where you go in, but who goes in."

"Because it was Professor Sprout who entered the fog, the tree-lined path appeared."

"With Hagrid, even if it's the same location, it would be a gravel road, a meadow full of magical animals, and a lake."

He couldn't help wondering, "Is the Magic Fairy Color Stone from the mission also in there? Do I need a special identity to get in?"

Everything revealed in Cedric the Dark Lord's seal script and his words were played one by one on the screen that belonged to him.

Investors in the other three Warriors are already pretty much discouraged.

Even though Cedric was getting closer and closer to completing his mission, almost no one cared.

They all focused more on the magical knowledge recorded through pictures.

The other three warriors also returned to the dormitory after eating in the auditorium.

I put the treasure book on the table, flipped through today's unlocked textbook, and looked up information to do my homework.

Finally, Cedric, who had given up thinking about the task, joined the army of people doing their homework.

For a while, except for those viewers who didn't like to study.

For example, Ron, Seamus and the like.

Most of them picked up the pen and started rubbing it against the paper, making a rustling sound.

However, viewers like Ron and Seamus are not without a window to kill time.

Krum's window is now split in two.

One of them is complex magical knowledge.

The other followed his other body around the castle.

They also saw more differences between the two castles.

First of all, there is the library. Although it is still located on the second floor of the castle, it has thousands of bookshelves and stores tens of thousands of books. Even the direction of the wrinkles on the face of the administrator, Pince, has not changed.

However, there are almost no desks or places to sit here.

There are almost no students coming here to study.

When he saw Krum coming, he actually forced a smile and took the initiative to invite him to read a book.

You know, Pingske is a bookworm who loves books to the extreme. She has a hostile attitude towards all students who break into the peaceful world she loves and maintains, as if the students are not coming here to read, but to smash and burn things.

Her love for books can be seen from the warnings on the checkout slips for the library's collection.

If you scratch, tear, fold, soil, damage, throw, drop, or in any other way damage, abuse, or desecrate this book, I will impose the most dire consequences within my power.

Even if you treat books as carefully as she does, the act of opening a book and reading it is unbearable for her to watch.

It was as if all the books in the library were her wife, and when other people came in to read them, it was like stripping off their clothes in front of their husbands and touching and enjoying them at will.

If you think this way, it's no wonder that if you speak a little louder in the library, she will come to you in an instant and drive you out.

It feels good, but it's too bullying to scream out loud.

But now, she took the initiative to invite people to come in and humiliate her, and smiled so sincerely.

this.

Hannah, who also doesn't like studying and kills time by watching these scenes, understands this very well.

"Because of the existence of the Magic Fairy Book, everyone is not used to reading paper books directly."

"If Madam Pince really didn't want us to touch books, she probably wouldn't have lent a single book out at all."

"She just cares too much about books. She's crazy careful about them."

Krum's wandering around the castle didn't yield much.

It was late at night soon.

The images in the live broadcast windows of the four people gradually turned black as they fell asleep.

Then, in the darkness, a green light shone.

A sturdy arm appeared.

Then appeared a pair of gloves that glowed green.

His arms were tied up with ropes like a nurse ties them with a latex tube when drawing blood, and he bit the other end of the rope in his mouth.

The strange yet familiar face was full of ferocious spirits. "As long as... as long as I have the Dark Mark, I will be a Death Eater. When that time comes, I can pass through the fog!"

Fluorescent green magic energy poured into the blood vessels, and a skull with a snake in its mouth began to appear on the arm.

"It really is him - Cedric Diggory is the Dark Fairy!" exclaimed Ron.

There are already twinkling stars on the magical ceiling.

But no one was sleepy at the moment.

Everyone understood that Cedric Diggory was only one step away from completing his mission.

In the other world, he has already obtained the identity of a Death Eater. As long as he follows his instructions and waits for the corresponding time, he can pass through the fog and reach the place where the Magic Fairy Color Stone is sealed.

Everything depends on tomorrow, whether Cedric can really warm his heart.

Let him open up to himself.

the next day.

"Dark magic, white magic, and flying. That's three classes today."

The screen of Harry, who got up first, lit up, and he yawned as he looked at the content on the wall.

"But, the White Magic Fairy also has to take black magic classes?"

"Where's Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"The professor of the Dark Arts class is Riddle?"

("What do you think?" Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses in the hall.)

("Well, it could also be Grindelwald. Among wizards of Harry's generation, we haven't heard about him for a long time." Dumbledore, who was cueed, replied helplessly, "If it's purely theoretical, I think he is more likely to be the professor of dark magic.")

("However, I am very curious about the content of the white magic class." He began to change the subject. "White magic, in our world, we can actually find related spells, and there is such a concept. But there are only a few, and there is no system.")

("The Patronus Charm counts as White Magic, the Safeguard counts as White Magic, and so does Divination Fire, but even I can only think of these three right off the bat.")

("Unlike black magic, there are detailed classifications, divided into evil spells, poison spells, and curses according to the degree of danger.")

("Well, let's not talk about this for now. The other three warriors have woken up." Dumbledore made up an excuse and ended the topic.)

Dumbledore's ending of the topic was not actually abrupt in the eyes of others.

Cedric's performance after waking up was truly astonishing.

The majestic knight in full black armor appeared on the four-poster bed where Cedric was supposed to be lying.

The heavy metal chains fluttered around the knight as if they had lost their gravity.

The green and gold interwoven patterns on the armor formed totems of magical animals, and when combined together they looked like a giant python that seemed to be about to swallow up the entire world.

However, they all have no eyes. Only the most insignificant one can be vaguely seen as a totem of a little devil with a pair of dark eyes like cold stars.

However, all this was fleeting. Before the audience could even utter an exclamation, the armor and chains suddenly turned into a puff of black smoke.

Finally, it condensed into a shadow, which was the fierce dagger.

"What happened to me just now?" Cedric was extremely shocked.

The chilly feeling he had just felt was not false, and the dagger made of black smoke was lying quietly in his hand.

However, the most bizarre thing is not the external changes that just happened.

But his inner self.

Stand on the carpet and jump lightly.

The next second, the ceiling appeared just within reach. He stretched out his hand to block it, turned his wrist, and his whole body was stuck to the ceiling again.

There seems to be a kind of magnetism between the body and it.

Instinctively, I let go of my hands.

He stood upside down, but he didn't feel any discomfort or blood circulation problems.

"What on earth is this?" Cedric approached Draco with this question in mind.

Draco replied: "I understand. Your magic fairy weapon is automatically released, which also promotes the progress of [Dragon Bloodline]."

"The Blood Clan originally got rid of some of the gravity and used their feet to measure the walls and ceilings. This is also the prototype of the Blood Clan's super speed."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 253 Horcruxes Harry Potter

"Automatically released?" Cedric looked at his hand. Through the sunlight from the window, it was faintly shining like a diamond.

He could feel how strong it was, and it could easily crush even a troll's skull.

But compared to himself in heavy armor, he only felt weak, and his sense of crisis was increasing.

Is that posture liberation?

The heavy armor on his body did not feel burdensome to him. Instead, it was as natural as his skin. Although he was covered in armor, he felt ashamed of being naked.

The chilly feeling lingering throughout his body, the strong desire to destroy, and the instinct to devour and ravage everything made him extremely obsessed.

"Is that really my liberation?"

He was more like a beast in that state.

"Of course, there is often a big gap between your perception of yourself and your true self." Draco shrugged.

Cedric hesitated to speak, for only he understood that the magical artifact was Tom Riddle, the young Voldemort, and was not a silhouette of his own self, or not completely.

Draco mistakenly thought that Cedric was somewhat repulsive because his ability to liberate was relatively weak.

"The abilities of the Magic Immortal Device are the most in line with our personalities, habits, and instincts."

"No spell learned later in life can compare to this."

“Even if it is weak at first, it is just a seed. As long as we persevere and keep injecting nourishment, it will eventually bloom into a flower that satisfies us.”

Cedric forced a smile.

He should have been moved by Draco's comfort, but when he looked at that face, a voice kept ringing in his heart, a creepy, breath-stopping, cold and vicious voice.

"Why are you pretending to be a good person... you are just the son of a Death Eater... let me tear you apart... tear you apart... kill you..."

("His eyes!" exclaimed Ron. "There was a slight flash of red in them.")

(Dumbledore rubbed his temple. "Something seems to have happened to Cedric that we do not understand at all.")

(Voldemort, who had gone to a certain unlucky dark wizard's house to complete his nefarious operation, sneered, "The snake has awakened.")

(Ginny frowned, "Harry and the others' chances of winning are getting smaller and smaller.")

(Snape gasps, "It's still early!")

(He still had his hopes set on Harry's upcoming Black and White Magic class, hoping that he would shine in it.)

Harry, who was being expected by Snape, was not idle either.

He sat in the lounge, next to Krum and Fleur.

"Krum, what did you hear?"

Krum closed his eyes and focused on his alter ego who was eating in the auditorium, and the golden snitch hovering above Cedric and the others.