chsdbacks Chapter 309 The Illusion of the Mirror World! Harry: Why does this Mr. Lamp look a bit like an old f
Chapter 309 The Illusion of the Mirror World! Harry: Why does this Mr. Lamp look a bit like an old f
Chapter 310 The Illusion of the Mirror World! Harry: Why does this Mr. Lamp look a bit like an old friend?
"thump!"
A sudden dizziness.
Harry and Cedric fell to the ground.
The trophy he was holding flew out and rolled onto the grass not far away.
Where am I...?
...?
Harry frantically put on his glasses, looking around in surprise: "The trophy is a door key? Is this a 'surprise' designed by Ethan?"
although.
It was more of a shock than a surprise.
A chilly wind was blowing.
All around were rows of tombstones.
A crow perched on a withered branch, cawing, and then fluttered away.
The sky was dark, with heavy clouds looming overhead.
A scene of desolation and loneliness.
Like a scene from a painting, depicting the end of all things.
"The eerie atmosphere... actually suits Ethan's aesthetic perfectly."
Harry muttered to himself, swallowing hard.
He instinctively gripped his wand, which caused the glowing light to flicker.
As the hazy white light shone, it dispelled the fog and darkness.
When it illuminates the surroundings.
Harry was suddenly stunned.
"The Grave of Tom Riddle..."
'
Cedric lay on the tombstone where the two had fallen, reading curiously, "Died in 1943...a murdered soul that could not rest in peace?"
"Cedric, Cedric..."
'
"Hey Harry! This man was murdered!"
Cedric turned his head and exclaimed excitedly, "No wonder there's a sickle hand on the tombstone! Is the next part a puzzle?"
'
Get out of the way, Cedric!!!
Accompanied by a desperate shout.
What finally caught Cedric's eye was the sudden burst of green light.
And Harry's hand, which he reached out with all his might to push him away.
however.
It was still too late.
"Bang!"
The green light brushed against Harry's fingertips.
It struck Cedric in the chest.
He sent the burly young man flying!
He fell heavily to the ground.
He collapsed to the ground, his limbs limp and powerless.
His wide, lifeless eyes were filled with astonishment and terror.
"No, no... Cedric... no!"
This moment.
Harry's mind went blank.
He stumbled and crawled over, shaking Cedric's shoulders repeatedly.
however.
The temperature under my hands is rapidly dropping.
And in my chest, I can't feel even the slightest heartbeat.
—Avada Kedavra.
Harry's mind was filled with the knowledge he had learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
One of the three unforgivable curses.
Although no chanting was heard.
But based on the effect, it must be this curse!
It acts on the soul and can instantly take the life of a living being.
Unless one harbors strong malicious intent.
Otherwise, it cannot achieve its effect and is definitely not something that ordinary people can use.
In the classroom.
They even collectively launched the spell at Professor Moody.
At most, it only caused the professor to have a nosebleed.
But now.
Harry, however, thought...
He can make this spell even more effective.
"rustle."
The sound of trampling grass could be heard.
It stands out starkly against this tranquil scene.
It added to the eerie atmosphere.
The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, which was enough to imagine.
Its owner must be feeling calm and relaxed at this moment.
It doesn't look like it just took someone's life at all!
"sand."
A pure white mask emerged from the darkness.
Yes, that's exactly what Harry vaguely saw in the flickering glow.
A beam of moonlight happened to fall at that moment.
The figure of the person outlined.
With his tall and slender figure, and a style of dress that is quite different from that of ordinary wizards and Muggles—even Gilderoy Lockhart, who is hailed as the "male god of the wizarding world."
She always wore a brightly colored wizard's robe in shades of vibrant purple or turquoise.
The newcomer was dressed in a well-tailored black uniform.
The trouser legs were perfectly straight, and the seams looked as if they had been drawn with a pen.
A gold chain connects from the jacket pocket to the button.
It shimmered with tiny, exquisite lights.
He wore a dark blue tie around his collar.
He wore a top hat and a cloak similar to that of a monk.
A hand wearing white gloves gently held a gold-plated cane, silently poking it into the damp earth.
If it weren't for the pure white mask on her face, without any decoration.
He was like a priest in a sacred church.
And regardless of day or night, there will certainly be many devout believers who long to communicate with him about God.
however.
Harry knew it better than anyone.
Beneath that benevolent exterior lies a heart rife with madness and cruelty!
He's practically on par with Ethan!
Harry stammered, "You...you killed Cedric."
'
"It's been a long time, Mr. Potter."
The visitor acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to talk to himself.
He removed his top hat with his white-gloved hand and gave an elegant bow: "Perhaps you still remember my name—Mr. Lamp, who will lead the world into a new era."
"We've been here for a long time—"
"You killed Cedric!!!"
Harry suddenly sprang to his feet, raised his wand, and roared, "Shatter to pieces!!!"
A red light, brimming with intense emotion, shot towards the masked man like a sharp arrow.
When the edge brushes against the tombstone.
It instantly turned hard rocks into dust!
However, "smack!"
A cold glint flashed.
It was like hitting a blade made of fine steel.
The spell was violently deflected!
It shot to the side with a bang, blasting up a large amount of earth and rocks.
Heh...
A twisted and terrifying figure emerged from behind "Mr. Lamp".
Her black hair was loose and fluttering in the air.
A series of slender, multi-jointed arms, like lovers, encircled "Mr. Lamp" in front of him.
Each fingernail was as long as a knife blade, gleaming with a chilling light.
A blood-red eye was faintly visible through the black hair.
He was staring intently at Harry.
It exudes an aura that sends chills down your spine!
But at the moment.
Harry was blinded by grief and anger.
There was no bowl or anything to fear.
Panting heavily, she desperately unleashed a curse at the demonic man.
Amidst the glittering light of the billiards.
Mr. Lamp remained calm and did not even raise his wand.
Looking down at Harry, who was like a raging little lion.
Huanhuan Pi: "Is this all your teacher has taught you? It's truly disappointing..."
'
Look, you're in a hurry again.
Ethan clicked his tongue.
Once provoked, they will act recklessly, like a brute.
even.
They didn't realize that Cedric wasn't dead at all.
It's just an illusion.
It's like a curse that steals your life.
Slap Cedric a few times, and maybe you can break the Confusion Charm and hear Cedric's cries of pain.
This cemetery.
Tian is not Little Hangleton, which is thousands of miles away from Hogwarts.
They were still in the Hogwarts maze.
However, it is through the mirror of delusion attached to the trophy.
We've entered the mirror world!
[Mirror of the Lost: In the space within the mirror, you will have the greatest control!]
Beneath the mask.
Ethan curled the corners of his mouth.
How could he possibly listen to Voldemort?
What if we set the battlefield on the opponent's home turf?
"Heh, I really want to see Voldemort's shocked reaction when the truth is revealed, to the point of doing sit-ups."
Ethan thought with great interest.
However, at this time...
We need to first solve—no, I mean, teach this greenhorn a lesson.
"call!"
Ethan waved his hand.
Harry then took to the air.
They crashed into the stone statue of Old Tom's tombstone behind them.
Ethan waved his hand again.
The statue snapped shut, its scythe firmly gripping Harry's neck.
The wand slipped from Tian's hand and fell to the side.
"Let go of me!"
Harry struggled desperately, his legs kicking and thrashing like a grasshopper.
However, it was to no avail.
Ethan: "But losing a wand means losing the ability to cast spells... Is a wizard really such a useless thing?"
If I were the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
The first thing was to train the students to cast spells without a staff.
Upon hearing this...
Harry was furious.
One sentence severed the centuries-old legacy of Ollivander's Wand Shop!
This "talent" of unconsciously persecuting others.
This reminded Harry of an old friend.
But is Ethan "Mr. Lamp"?
How is that possible?
Harry gritted his teeth and said, "Just you wait! Ethan will soon realize something's wrong! He's our most powerful wizard!"
"You're dead when he gets here!"
Mr. Lamp, Ethan Bensang, nodded approvingly: "Tell me more."
Harry:
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Ugh, I'm so angry!!!
Harry was so angry that his brain was congested with blood and his chest was throbbing.
I just felt that this damn "Mr. Lamp" was a joke.
They're practically the same species as the monsters he summons!
It's not talking to humans!
Just then.
Another footstep sounded.
"Shh, shh shh."
Compared to Mr. Deng, this footstep was much heavier and more chaotic.
When that figure appeared in the moonlight.
Harry held his breath. A zombie?
Just like the illustrations in the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook.
The man's body was pale and bluish-white.
He walked towards them with unsteady steps and a staggering gait.
He was holding a baby in his arms.
On the exposed skin, there are clearly visible, densely packed "blood vessels".
Like the roots and stems of a plant.
Get closer.
Harry was even more surprised to see this.
At the man's neck.
Clusters of brown mushrooms grew.
The mushroom had dark brown spots.
It vaguely formed the shape of a human figure.
Harry felt both terrified and somewhat nauseous.
At this time.
Watching this man's foolish transformation.
A flash of inspiration struck Harry.
He broke free and shouted, "You're Mr. Crouch's son—Barty Crouch Jr.?!"
Harry had gone to Dumbledore about his scar.
At that time.
Through the Pensieve in the office.
He witnessed the capture of Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr.
That's not right!
Wasn't Bati already imprisoned in Azkaban?
It is said that the person is already dead.
How did I end up here?!
Harry was filled with questions.
Looking at that face that remained unmoved even after hearing his shouts.
I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.
The wind in the cemetery seemed to have become a bit more eerie.
"Owner...
'
Little Barty stood beside Mr. Lamp and said in a hoarse voice.
His eyes were crooked and his mouth was slanted, and there was thin skin on his forehead.
Tian suddenly developed a series of "blood vessels".
Harry frowned horribly, unable to bear looking at him.
then.
Harry then heard the most chilling thing he'd ever heard: "Harry, don't be so rude."
"Go say hello to your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
Harry suddenly turned his head.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
Even through that eerie pure white mask.
It was as if Tian could see the transformation of that joyful smile.