Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

I should have just mentioned this dream, but when I was typing, I saw this picture:

My nose was sore at that time, and I felt that I had to write something, which led to this chapter that you all see.

There are also a few more pictures included below.

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Chapter 231 Why? I'm also looking for the reason

Alanna watched the black mist merge into Ethan's body. The process was so fast that Ethan didn't even have time to struggle. He just stood there with his limbs drooping like a robot that had crashed.

"Ethan!"

Alana screamed his name heartbreakingly, and was about to rush forward, but was stopped firmly by Xiao Mo.

"What are you doing, Xiao Mo? Didn't you see what Ethan looked like? Let me go, I want to save him!" Alana struggled desperately.

"No, we haven't figured out the situation yet, we absolutely can't approach him rashly!" Xiao Mo gritted his teeth and locked Alana's body tightly, "I also want to save the Master, but I can't act impulsively now! I promised the Master that I would protect you!"

As a servant, she could clearly feel that although the magic supply from Ethan had not been interrupted, the nature of the magic had undergone imperceptible changes.

If I had to describe it, the magic power I got from him before was like the clear spring water from Changbai Mountain, but the magic power now is like nuclear wastewater discharged into the sea.

In other words, from the moment the black mist entered Ethan's body, everything was too late.

“Hehehe, he ...!”

Ethan stood up straight, clenched his fists, felt the surging magic power in his body and the sense of solidity brought by his real body, nodded with satisfaction, and let out a villain's unique laughter:

"It fits perfectly. It fits perfectly! My soul and this body have become perfectly integrated. The combined power has reached an unprecedented level!"

"A young and strong body, a nearly immortal soul, and... the powerful magic flowing within this body!"

"This feeling is so wonderful. Even when I first mastered the Lost Spell twenty years ago, I never felt such a peak of pleasure and comfort as I do now!"

"Ethan, Ethan, although you have caused me a lot of trouble along the way and are just like an eyesore on the roadside, you can't escape the fate of being used by me! Your body is so great, it really makes me so happy!"

It was the same face, the same voice, and even the same tone. But the feeling he gave was no longer as calm and light-hearted as before, but was replaced by the madness of a villain who had succeeded.

"This way, no one in the world will be able to stop me! Weak wizards, I am here to rule you! Bow down before my powerful strength and superior wisdom!"

"Ethan", no, Marcus twisted his neck, turned around from his back to Alanna and the others, and slowly walked towards them.

Alanna cried, "What did you do to Ethan?!"

"Don't worry, your boyfriend is fine. I have created a wonderful dream for him, and he is sleeping here now." Marcus pointed to his chest.

"I can't bear to kill him directly. His young and powerful soul power is also the best nutrient to nourish my now scarred soul. I will slowly absorb his soul and memory. In the end, he will completely merge with me."

As Marcus spoke, the muscles on his face twitched unnaturally for a few times, and he forced out a gentle smile that was exactly the same as Ethan's, and said softly:

"How's it going, Alanna?"

whoosh-

A deep blue flying sword mixed with a hint of scarlet instantly shattered the barrier and flew towards him, and he easily caught it with his thumb and index finger in front of his face.

"Shut up! You have no right to call me that with his voice!"

Alanna's eyes were red and she was more furious than ever.

"Why are you doing this? After I absorb his memories, I will be him and he will be me. I will love you as much as he does, and you won't even notice any difference."

Marcus sighed and looked helplessly at the girl in front of him. With a little force in his hand, the sword was crushed into pieces.

"Fake is fake, you are not him at all!" Alanna waved his hand fiercely, and tens of thousands of red and blue swords turned into a dense rain of swords falling from the sky:

"Get out of his body!"

"You don't know what's good for you, you're looking for death!"

Marcus raised his hand and summoned eight red long swords. The hilts overlapped each other like petals, spinning at high speed as shields to block the rain of swords. His face was no longer as kind as before, and he raised his hand with a ferocious look:

“I give an order in the name of the Command Seals, Saber, to kill Nuya—no, where are my Command Seals?!”

The back of his hand was empty, with only faint traces left to show where the Command Spell once existed.

“Ethan had anticipated that this might happen, so he transferred the power of Saber to me.” Alanna wiped the tears from her face and showed Marcus the snake-shaped Command Seal on the back of her hand:

"You miscalculated!"

"Tsk."

Marcus smacked his lips in displeasure and pointed at Alanna and Xiao Mo:

"In that case, I will kill you two myself. Just treat it as an appetizer after obtaining this body."

However, his outstretched hand just stopped in mid-air.

"What...what's going on? My body's movements...have become so sluggish? No...that's not right, it's not becoming sluggish, it's that I can't move at all. How is this possible?!"

Marcus's face, which had been distorted by fear, instantly calmed down:

"Why? I'm also looking for the reason."

"Ethan..." Alanna instantly recognized that it was Ethan's consciousness. She covered her sore nose and turned worry into joy.

He is indeed fine...

"This is impossible! Why are you still conscious? Why can you still control this body?" Two different expressions appeared alternately on Ethan's face. It was Marcus and Ethan fighting for control of this body.

"This is my body after all. No matter how compatible our souls are, it is just a strange and powerful body to you. How can it compare to my control over this body?"

This is true. With Ethan's current control over his own strength, he can even swing his sword to cut the ants climbing on the parchment in half without damaging the paper at all. This is very different from Marcus's approach of just pouring out all his strength all at once.

In other words, Ethan's precision is now A.

"How...how is this possible? How could you have such a dream..." Marcus completely lost his previous composure and even his speech became hesitant.

That dream was clearly the result of his wisdom after sufficient preparation and calculation. Even if Ethan could sense that something was wrong, a more attractive scene would appear in time, trapping him even deeper.

Marcus is confident that no matter who comes, even someone as noble as Dumbledore should not be able to refuse such a wonderful dream!

How could he resist that kind of temptation?

"'How can I possibly escape', right? I have to admit that it was indeed a beautiful dream, and it really made me linger. But fake is fake, after all, it's just a dream, and I have to wake up eventually."

Ethan showed a hint of aftertaste on his face, but he immediately became resolute again and said sternly:

"I'm sorry, unfortunately, I have a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder. Although your dream was very beautiful, it had too many flaws and was too dramatic. It was really unbearable!"

How could a public school in China have a foreign principal?!

How could there be so many twinkling stars next to the moon? Do you know how bright the moon is? !

I can see that you didn't pay enough attention in Muggle Studies and Astronomy when you were in school!

"And it seems that I woke up in time, and nothing irreversible happened."

Ethan smiled apologetically at Alanna. He should have woken up earlier, but was delayed for a while because of a little selfishness.

But fortunately, everything was in time.

"Well, you should get out of my body now, Marcus!"

"Really? That's easy for you to say. I want to see what you're going to do. Do you think that this time there will be a mysterious external force to help you like half a year ago?" Marcus' voice did not sound panic at all, and even sounded calm and composed.

Now two souls are squeezed into the same body. Given his level of research on the soul, Ethan can do nothing to him unless he leaves on his own initiative.

Although he couldn't completely control this body, nor could he squeeze Ethan's soul out of the body, Ethan also had no way to deal with himself inside his body.

And as time goes by, Ethan's soul power will only be gradually absorbed by his own soul. In this situation of one increasing while the other decreasing, his soul strength will slowly surpass him, and at that time, he can only let himself be controlled.

Unless there is some external force that squeezes me out, I will be absolutely invincible in this battle for my body.

"That's not certain. I squeezed you out once before, and this time I'm just doing the same thing again."

Ethan calmed down and controlled his soul to fly away from his body. Then he floated in the air for a short moment in the state of soul, and then he gathered all his strength and drilled back into his body directly below.

He had done this once before in Hogsmeade (thanks to Master Rosier for the green fireworks), and this time he would be even more familiar with it. As for why he did this, it was also because of Marcus' words that reminded him.

Marcus said that his soul was squeezed out of his body by an external force. In addition, he tried to occupy his body twice by invading directly from the outside. He came to a possible conclusion:

That is, when the soul in the body is invaded by a powerful external soul force, it has almost no ability to fight back. It is either squeezed out of the body and dissipated, or falls into a state similar to sleep under the suppression of the external soul.

Not to mention that his soul was not damaged at all and was in excellent condition. In addition, his own strength was not low, so even Marcus could only suppress his soul when he was distracted. On the other hand, Marcus' soul, as he said, was in a state of scars and wounds, and could hardly withstand any external impact.

Sure enough, his guess was right. Under the invasion of Ethan's powerful soul power, Marcus' soul was instantly kicked out of his body, floating in the air in the form of a black mist soul.

Having regained control of his body, Ethan stretched his neck and clenched his fists slightly, feeling the sense of security that came from having complete control over his body. Then a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the surface of his body was instantly covered by a thin layer of silver energy.

Now, with his intentional defense, it is simply impossible for Marcus to invade his body again.

"No...how could this be? How did you know this method? How did you do it?" Marcus' soul floating in the air looked incredulous.

"Thanks to you for reminding me when you were so proud just now, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of doing this." Ethan shrugged, looking innocent, "As for how I did it... I just saw you do it and learned it on the spot. I didn't expect that you could actually do it."

Of course, the second half of this sentence is false. Ethan learned this method from the ancient book and it has nothing to do with Marcus. This is just a "white" lie that Ethan told in order to kill someone.

“How could this happen? Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!” Marcus put on the mask of pain on the spot.

He didn't expect that the reason why Ethan turned the tables on him in an instant was all because of his words and deeds. Everything he had done for so long had become a wedding dress for Ethan to strengthen his own strength. How could he accept this after decades of preparation?

"Stop howling, you're hurting my eyes!"

Ethan raised his hand and released a cylindrical barrier made of white flames, locking Marcus' soul and making it impossible for him to escape.

However, how to deal with Marcus's soul body became a problem. He had no means to directly affect the soul. Now he could only imprison it to prevent it from escaping and torture it a few times, but he could not use any means to directly destroy his soul.

Even the three unforgivable curses, if they want to affect the soul, need to be mediated by the body or other objects, such as Horcruxes. A powerful curse like Avada Kedavra can only make the soul leave the body and wait for it to dissipate naturally, and it can't do anything to a soul that exists alone.

Otherwise, Dumbledore and others in the original book would not have been helpless in dealing with Voldemort's soul wandering in the Albanian forest.

Not to mention that Marcus' soul has been able to survive out of the body for a long time under the effect of his Lost Spell. The Unforgivable Curse has almost no effect on people like them who can allow their souls to exist alone.

Ethan caught a glimpse of the black book in Alana's hand from the corner of his eye, and immediately had an idea in his mind.

Got it, use the spiritual base shadow!

The curse on Cu Chulainn's treasure, Gajeelberg, should have a similar effect to the sword of Gryffindor or the fang of the basilisk, and may even be able to destroy the soul directly.

However, the gun also cannot directly affect a solitary soul. At least some material object is needed as a medium to transmit the curse.

How about making a body or a Horcrux for him on the spot, stuffing Marcus' soul into it and letting Wang Jiang poke it?

Just as Ethan was thinking about how to deal with Marcus' soul more safely, Marcus, who was in the White Flame Cage, spoke:

"I admit that I lost, and I lost completely, but don't think that you can be considered a complete winner, Ethan! Even if I die here, you can't think of living a peaceful life from now on!"

Ethan, who was thinking hard about how Marcus died, had veins popping out on his forehead and looked impatient: "If you lose, you lose. Why are you still talking trash here? You can't afford to play, right?"

Bai Yan's cage tightened again, and Marcus wailed as he was squeezed, his eyes still filled with hatred:

"I've seen from your memories over the past few days that you need to use the Holy Grail to make a wish to save someone, right?"

"I will deny you this wish right now. This is the price of going against me!"

With a dazzling red light, Marcus' soul suddenly exploded, and the barrier was shaken violently by his desperate attack.

At the same time, as if receiving some kind of signal, the Holy Grail made a sharp sound, and cracks of varying sizes appeared on the spherical surface, from which a thick black substance flowed out.

"Fuck, it's black mud!"

Ethan's pupils shrank. He was certainly very familiar with this kind of scene.

I never thought that this old bastard actually contaminated the Holy Grail through some means. As a result, the Holy Grail that was originally able to fulfill wishes turned into a black-hearted cup that could only spit out black mud. Not only this time, it will never be usable again in the future.

If you can’t win, just turn the table over, right?

Ethan clasped his hands together, and a white circular light curtain enveloped the Holy Grail, barely stopping the black mud from spreading. However, this was not a long-term solution, and the problem had to be solved fundamentally.

"Alanna, we have to get rid of this thing quickly! If we just leave it alone, the consequences will be serious. Even the whole town will be implicated! As for your sister's matter... I'm sorry, we have to think of another way."

Although Ethan was very reluctant, this was not the time to hesitate. He had to clean up this black-hearted cup and the black mud before the situation became too serious to be handled.

Putting aside the direct disintegration of the Holy Grail, even if there is a way to forcibly purify the contaminated Holy Grail, the magic power accumulated in the Holy Grail will be wiped out. In this way, the Holy Grail cannot be used at all until it accumulates enough magic power again.

At least they will return empty-handed from this Holy Grail War.

After a long time, there was still no response from the girl, so Ethan asked again without turning his head: "Are you listening to me, Alanna?"

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