I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 235 Eternal Freeze and Ambrosius

A magical rainbow bridge runs through the glacier.

The enormous magical power will forever freeze everything it passes through.

The box continued to tremble, gradually breaking free from the withered plants.

If this continues, not only the glacier, but the entire Longchang will be destroyed.

"Why would there be such a dangerous thing in Longchang?"

John couldn't help cursing, and words kept floating out of the box.

He examined it carefully and found that it was ancient writing.

"Ice Box?" John felt it was ridiculous when he read the words on it.

A legendary treasure from the giant kingdom, a magical artifact that can freeze everything.

The emergence of myths in the wizarding world was something that even John needed time to digest.

John pointed his wand at the Ice Box and used his magic power to try to destroy it.

"Reducto"

White light hits the Ice Box, and spells that can shatter buildings cannot cause damage to the Ice Box.

John did not give up and continued to use various magic spells to attack.

Without exception, the Ice Box continued to operate, freezing everything.

John was now helpless. He thought that perhaps Heimdall was really blind, and letting him down would directly lead to the destruction of the entire Dragon Farm.

At this moment, a silver thread floated before his eyes.

Looking for it, he saw the soul fragment.

The soul fragments flew towards the frozen person, trying to penetrate the ice and get inside.

John was startled, and then a strange idea came to his mind, "Could that be the soul of the ice sculpture?"

He looked towards where the soul was and found something wrong.

Under the impact of the powerful icy torrent, the soul fragments that were like a candle in the wind were completely unharmed.

"The cold wave only targets things that exist." A gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

The soul fragment floated to John and asked him for help.

"You want me to melt the ice sculpture?" John asked.

The soul fragments flew up and down, as if saying 'yes'.

John took a deep breath, and dragon horns grew on his head and wings appeared behind him.

The body size rapidly enlarged and soon turned into a dragon form.

John opened his mouth wide, aiming at the ice sculpture.

"The flames are blazing! (Incendio)"

Flames spurted out, and the red flames ignited the ice sculptures.

Under this high temperature that is enough to melt rocks, the ice sculpture slowly melts.

"Not enough firepower."

The scales on John's neck glowed, and he used dragon breath again, but the difference was that this time the flames were even more terrifying.

As time passed, the ice sculpture finally melted.

John changed back to human form and was about to let the soul fragment pass when he saw the stiff man being washed away by the torrent and flew out and hit the wall.

The body was shattered on the ground.

John: “…” Why did he work so hard just now?

The soul fragment did not expect this, and its flying soul stopped.

"Forget it, it's better to rely on yourself than on others."

When John saw this scene, he knew that he could not rely on others.

With a wave of his wand, John's eyes turned into dragon pupils.

Tongues of fire spurted out from the tip of the staff and gathered into a giant red dragon.

"Fiendfyre!"

Summoning the fierce fire, the irresistible torrent was blocked for a moment.

The whole room was on fire, and John controlled the Fiery Flame to pounce on the Ice Box that was emitting a torrent of fire.

Under the terrifying fire, the layer of ice crystals covering the Ice Box began to melt.

The torrent hit the Fiendfyre, who roared as it collided with it.

Two terrifying magics, absolute cold and a fierce fire that burns everything.

The two sides were diametrically opposed and neither would give in.

John simply let go of Fiery Flame.

Li Huo's body swelled up without any restraints, but he was unable to escape from the torrent of the Ice Box.

"Soul-eating curse."

He raised his right hand, and black threads emerged from the limited glove, gradually turning the silver arm into black.

John's right eye also turned black, and the thread spread towards the Ice Box.

His expression was solemn, and the Soul-Devouring Curse gradually wrapped around the Ice Box.

Wrap the entire ice box inside.

Instantly, a chill that almost froze the soul enveloped John's body.

His body froze bit by bit.

His eyes widened. This shouldn't be the case.

Why is the soul frozen?

It was too late to retreat now, and John could only watch as the ice crystals wrapped around him.

Just before he lost consciousness, John saw soul fragments rushing towards him.

Without hesitation, John reached out and caught the soul fragment.

next second.

His thoughts stagnated.

Keeping his hand outstretched, the Soul-Devouring Curse continued to wrap around the Ice Box.

The fierce fire gradually stopped under the torrent, and ice crystals actually appeared above the flames.

Then the fire dragon was gradually frozen, the fierce fire melted the ice crystals, and the torrent covered the ice crystals.

A strange balance was achieved between the two, which temporarily stopped the destructive trend of the torrent.

However, this balance will gradually be broken as the fierce fire is consumed.

At that time, a frozen world will emerge.

The fierce fire was getting weaker and weaker, and the torrent could even freeze the flames.

...

"Click."

Suddenly.

There was a crisp sound.

The soul fragments moved slowly through John's body.

Finally reached the right hand side.

The Soul-Eating Curse connects to the Ice Box to form a passage.

John guessed correctly, the Ice Box did not freeze the soul.

The soul fragments moved into the passage little by little, squeezed into a needle shape, and stabbed hard at the Ice Box.

A small hole appeared in the ice box, which was blocked by soul fragments.

The other end of the soul fragment turned into a silver thread and connected to John's hand.

The silver thread glowed with light.

The originally stagnant consciousness gradually recovered and the thinking began to become active.

John found that he couldn't move, but the magic was still working.

His eyes moved and he saw the silver thread.

I moved my fingers with all my strength and finally touched them.

At this moment, consciousness squeezed into a ball, compressed and condensed from the silver thread, and finally suddenly expanded.

What he saw before his eyes was no longer the golden room, but a place similar to a hazy fantasy.

"You're finally here."

John turned around after a brief trance. He looked down at his body and found that his clothes had been changed into white.

When he heard the voice, he looked up and saw a man standing in front of him.

The man's tone was relaxed with a hint of relief.

But none of this matters. What matters is that this man has a face exactly like Axtis'.

"Shouldn't you explain it?" John calmed himself and looked at the man coldly.

The man scratched his head with embarrassment on his face and said, "Actually, I wanted to solve the hidden dangers here back then, but the power here is stronger than I imagined, so I can only seal it up temporarily."

As he spoke, the man seemed to suddenly remember something, and he extended his hand to John with a kind smile on his face, "I forgot to introduce myself. We are from the same school."

"From the same school?"

"Of course, we are from the same school." The man puffed out his chest proudly.

John was stunned and asked strangely, "Are you also a Hogwarts student?"

The man smiled and said, "And I am also a Slytherin. You can call me Ambrosius or just my name…"

"Merlin Ambrosius."

John stood there in a daze, his brain not reacting for a moment.

After realizing what was happening, he couldn't help but yell in surprise: "Merlin's beard—"

"Ahem." Ambrose reached out and touched his white chin, and said helplessly, "I don't know why you always think about my beard."

John was shocked for a moment before finally accepting the fact that Merlin appeared before him.

He suddenly thought of the body outside, his face looked strange, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Go ahead." Ambrosius knew something was wrong when he saw his expression.

John considered it again and again, and asked, "So you are dead? No, I mean you are still alive? Just now your body was shattered into pieces."

His speech was a little incoherent, but it was not John's fault. Anyone who saw Merlin, the legendary wizard, would be like this.

Ambrose was very patient and said, "You can say that, but I don't know."

His answer was strange, so Ambrosius explained: "Technically, I'm not the real Merlin. I'm the Merlin of Hogwarts."

"Uh... what's the difference?" John asked like a schoolboy.

Ambrosius simply sat down and said, "The difference is that the legendary Merlin can be me, but I am not necessarily the legendary Merlin."

Most people would have been confused by what Ambrose said, but John, as an alchemist, was able to understand more.

"You mean to say that you have a relationship with the legendary Merlin, perhaps as the creator and the created?"

"That's right." Ambrosius couldn't help but applaud, and admired John very much. "You know what a Horcrux is, right? I am similar to a Horcrux. I have some kind of relationship with Merlin, but we are independent of each other."