chsdbacks Chapter 304 The third match begins! What do you mean by "Great Tree Guardian"?
Chapter 304 The third match begins! What do you mean by "Great Tree Guardian"?
Chapter 305 The third match begins! What do you mean by "Tree Guardian"? (Two parts combined)
Little Hangleton, Riddle House.
In the dimly lit hall.
Only a faint orange-yellow flame crackled and burned in the fireplace.
It slightly dispelled the chill that was seeping in from outside the window.
You failed... Little Barty.
A hoarse voice, like that of a dying old man, came from the sofa.
Voldemort slowly tilted his head, peering through his blurred vision.
He looked down at the man kneeling on the ground.
A deep sense of disgust was evident on his wrinkled face.
What a waste of such a good opportunity...useless!!
"I'm sorry, Lord Dark Lord! It was my mistake..."
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Little Barty lay prone on the ground, his head bowed low.
The face is not visible.
If Voldemort hadn't been blinded by arrogance and pride.
He will notice.
Barty the Younger, who has always been loyal and considers himself his father.
at this time.
He should have crawled on his knees in agony, begging me to give him a second chance.
Instead of just kneeling and crawling a few steps away like this.
however.
Voldemort simply looked away in disgust.
I don't want to cause myself any more trouble.
He looked at the figure leaning against the desk not far away.
He was completely wrapped in a black robe and wore a pure white mask on his face.
She is tall and has a mysterious aura.
This is the "Mr. Lamp" who suddenly appeared in the magical world.
One is also my biggest trump card.
Voldemort thought to himself.
I couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if "Mr. Lamp" were my subordinate.
In comparison.
Voldemort found Barty increasingly unpleasant to look at.
A piece of trash who doesn't even have half the abilities of "Mr. Lamp"!
Like a withered leaf in the wind, it gasped for breath for a while.
Voldemort slowly said, "The third match is our last chance..."
Forget about Ethan Vincent for now, just bring Harry Potter here...!
As long as you don't provoke those evil little devils.
That shouldn't bother them anymore.
"Mr. Lamp" toyed with his wand and said casually, "I can turn the trophy into a door key. The moment it's touched, it will teleport you to your father's grave."
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"I hope you won't let me down this time."
The words fell.
The wand stopped.
The tip is pointing directly at Voldemort!
It releases an invisible threat.
That's natural.
Voldemort's heart skipped a beat, and his tone became even more respectful.
If I am successfully resurrected, we can join hands and spread darkness and fear throughout the world... Slaughter all Muggles and lowly Mudbloods, and bring everyone under our rule!
[At that time, you can drink in endless carnage, and enjoy a bath of blood amidst screams and wails...!]
Voldemort's eyes widened slightly.
Looking at the "Mr. Lamp" in front of him, his eyes were full of admiration.
Without the slightest doubt.
Needless to say.
"Mr. Lamp" is a complete madman.
He could sense the darkness emanating from the depths of that heart.
Only by standing at the center of a world ablaze with fire can one experience the desire to laugh with joy.
There's no way I could have any other ideas.
Having seen countless people, Voldemort had great confidence in his own judgment.
of course.
He also kept a watchful eye on things.
The specific steps of the resurrection ritual were not told to "Mr. Lamp".
..hateful!
If he had just one more subordinate, he wouldn't be in such a passive position!
Voldemort thought of last semester.
Peter the Pettigrew, who was killed by Ethan.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment!
He roared:
Ethan Vincent... When I'm resurrected, the first thing I'll do is tear you to pieces...!!
Like a curse from a vengeful ghost, it is filled with unimaginable resentment.
Hearing this sends chills down one's spine.
Upon hearing this...
"Mr. Lamp," wearing a pure white mask, paused.
Then, his tone became noticeably more cheerful.
He said, slowly and deliberately, "I'll wait and see."
Just right.
His Soul Cauldron ritual will soon be complete.
[...]
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Voldemort paused.
I didn't think much of it.
They simply assumed it was "Mr. Lamp" and eagerly anticipated the moment of slaughter.
At this time.
"Hiss..."
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"Mr. Lamp" — Ethan himself.
I felt a cool, slippery sensation slowly creeping over the back of my foot.
I looked down.
Their eyes met those of the viper Nagini, those cold and bloodthirsty pupils.
I wonder if he sensed the surging emotions within him.
The snake's tail lightly tapped his calf.
at the same time.
Hogwarts.
Durmstrang's bedroom.
Viktor Krum takes good care of his wand.
It was done with the same care and attention as maintaining one's own flying broom.
"Ethan Vincent... I will win the game..."
'
"And then, I'll defeat you!!"
Krum murmured, his eyes blazing.
Hufflepuff Common Room.
"Magic is not just about throwing spells at each other with wands..."
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"Transfiguration, alchemy, potions... even swords, spears, and halberds."
Cedric looked at the wand in his hand.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and unleash your magic.
"Whoosh!"
The light gradually brightened.
The wind stirred up by the magical energy ruffled his hair.
Once the light stabilized.
Cedric opened his eyes and looked at the "magic" in his hand.
A happy smile spread across his face, and he thought to himself:
Viktor Krumm, this time, I will not lose again!
I am... a hero of Hufflepuff!
Gryffindor Common Room.
"Yay! I won! Wuhu!!"
Fred, one of the Weasley twins, is holding up a fist.
He jumped three feet high in front of his brother.
George: "Damn it... I'm not having it! Take this!"
He pounced on it.
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, the rock-paper-scissors game turned into a real-life fighting game.
aside.
Harry grinned foolishly at the two of them.
Before you know it, the wizard chess piece in your hand emitted a cold sound:
"Check mate (General)."
Bang!
Then, Harry's king was sent flying by a chair from the opposite queen!
Harry: "Ugh, I lost again..."
Ron, standing nearby, patted Harry on the shoulder with pity: "Dude, that's a terrible sight!"
Harry was also helpless.
Looking at the black and white checkerboard across from me.
That row of wizard chess pieces, glowing with a blue light and exuding a menacing aura.
I felt as if I wasn't facing a row of chess pieces.
Instead, it was a towering wall of copper and iron!
—This is a birthday gift from Ethan, a self-propelled wizard chess set.
Harry had initially wondered if Ethan had been sent to the wrong person.
Because Ron is the one who knows how to play Wizard Chess.
But the gift given to Ron was another set of automatically narrated adventure storybooks.
Includes a beautifully designed minifigure.
It even sparked a trend in Gryffindor.
Ron said there was no way he would trade with him.
It wasn't until Hermione pointed out the blind spot: "This might be a clue to the next game! Harry, you have to beat this set of pieces!"
From that moment on, Harry's nightmare began.
Harry complained, "I've hit it at least a hundred times! I dream about it every night!"
mate!
Ron: "You've improved a lot since the beginning."
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"Come on, do you remember what I said? We need to observe the enemy's movements and predict their attack methods."
"One day, you'll say your own 'checkmate'!"
Seeing Harry's sullen expression, Hermione comforted him, "Yes! Ethan must have had his reasons for giving you this! Don't give up, Harry!"
What Hermione didn't say was...
She had been feeling uneasy all this time.
The attack on journalist Rita always reminded her of the attacks during the World Cup.
Storm is coming.
If Voldemort and "Mr. Lamp" wanted to attack.
That last chance will be in the third game.
Hermione did not transfer her anxiety to her companion.
They couldn't bear to break the cheerful atmosphere.
I had no choice but to trust Ethan.
Following the clues left by Ethan, we slowly made our way forward.
.well."
Harry let out a long sigh.
With a pout, he reluctantly picked up the chess piece that had been knocked senseless.
The game of chess has begun for who knows how many times.
Predicting the enemy's actions...
Winter goes and spring comes.
The willow tree shuddered, shaking off the drizzling snow.
Black Lake has been reopened.
The giant squid's tentacles occasionally peek out of the water to play with the little giant squid Ethan had given it.
Time flies.
Soon, the final match of the three-way battle will take place.
coming soon.
In the all-powerful secret room.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Clusters of golden light suddenly appeared from the darkness.
Like a sun that keeps shining and then goes out.
Sparks flew as the heavy hammer struck!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Until that silver-white heavy hammer was raised high and smashed down with all its might!
"clang!!"
A dazzling light burst forth!
It shone steadily in the sealed room.
The reflection shows the serpentine bodies carved on each of the stone pillars.
The light leaped onto the stone-carved eyes, making them look as if they had come alive!
"It's done."
Ethan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Holding the silver-white hammer, he looked down at the dazzling and complete mirror in his hand.
On a smooth surface.
It clearly shows his sweaty appearance at this moment.
Congratulations! You have successfully crafted the complete Mirror of Lost Paths!
[The effects of the Mirror of the Lost have been upgraded!]
[It can suck the person reflected in the mirror into the reflection space of the real world.]
[This is infused with a powerful confusion spell; within this space, you can easily deceive the senses of others.]
"Done."
Ethan curled the corners of his mouth, and the person in the mirror made the same expression.
He used the extraordinary materials that the Ministry of Magic had found for him.
Then use the power of the "lamp" of light, supplemented by magic spells.
Finally, this powerful and extraordinary tool was repaired!
Ethan: "Voldemort, this is the ritual I've meticulously prepared for you..."
"
The ceremony will definitely be held.
However, what kind of ceremony will be held is another matter.
Ethan put the mirror away.
With a flick of his wrist, two new cards appeared.
These are all new bombshells added to the final match.
as well as..
Ethan raised his hand.
With palms facing upwards, he made an inviting gesture towards the air.
"Whoosh..."
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A ripple appeared in the void.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it ripples outwards.
from.
It extends an enormous finger, carved from marble.
One of them is as big as Ethan himself!
It slowly extends.
Compared to its enormous size, its movements are remarkably gentle.
Ethan gently grasped the finger, a smile curving his lips, and said softly, "I will give you the true history, Ariana."
"Let me show you what a true warrior is!"
Ariana was tormented by two Muggle boys in her childhood, which led to her becoming an Obscurial.
She alone is definitely not someone who "should disappear"!
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The sculpture, which houses the soul of Dumbledore's sister, remains silent.
He slowly withdrew his fingers.
In this secret room.
It leaves behind a powerful and rich magic!
—Tier 3 Purple Epic!
"Now, everything is ready."
Ethan muttered.
Azure eyes pierced through the dark ceiling of the enclosed room.
It seemed as if they were gazing into the distance.
"Voldemort was just an appetizer... It's time to challenge that inescapable fate!"
Indistinctly.
Ethan sensed those pairs of eyes looking down at him.
It seems to be saying—
Even ants walking on the ground dare to defy the arrangements of fate?
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.Oh."
Ethan chuckled softly.
Raise your wand, holding it upright in front of you like a knight.
A chilling glint flashed in his azure eyes!
He grinned.
That handsome and gentle face.
At this moment, Minato was extremely excited, and his expression became somewhat distorted and terrifying!
Ethan murmured, "World...be my witness!!!"
"Beep beep beep beep"
The cheerful horn sounds were drowned out by the noise.
In front of the curved stands lies a vast maze that stretches as far as the eye can see.
On the gnarled, thorny wall, a cluster of crimson roses grew.
Students from the three schools cheered and celebrated their final victory.
The player sent by Hogwarts, Henry:
Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, and Fred Weasley who won rock-paper-scissors.
"Digory, Digory, Digory!"
The Hufflepuff students carried small drums and banged them on while shouting.
They were much more excited and proud than the other three colleges.
This is almost the most glorious moment in Hufflepuff's history!
Even the now-famous magical creature protector, Mr. Newt Scamander.
Xin was expelled from school for involving dangerous animals.
He failed to leave behind any honors.
Amidst cheers and applause.
Cedric's father was even more excited than Cedric.
He excitedly raised his son's arm, only to have it awkwardly pulled away by his son.
At this time.
"A loud and clear voice—!"
Dumbledore raised his wand.
The authoritative voice gradually silenced the noise.
Why does the principal seem so serious?
Hermione frowned.
He clasped his hands tightly together, as if in prayer.
Looking around in confusion, he asked, "And where did Ethan go?"
Dumbledore: "This is the final match of the Triwizard Tournament! We will determine the final rankings based on the total points from these three matches!"
"The game involves navigating a maze, and there will only be one trophy."
"The match ends when any warrior touches the trophy at the end of the game."
"Go for it, Harry!"
Ron whispered excitedly, "Please don't let Durmstrang get past—oh no, that's a huge molten chocolate over there!"
Dumbledore: "As with the previous two matches, whoever successfully defeats the Five Monsters will be able to challenge one of the organizers of this match, Ethan Vincent."
"Mr. Vincent is already waiting for you warriors in the center of the maze."
Upon hearing this...
Krum's pupils contracted, his fighting spirit soaring.
Done.
Dumbledore paused.
Amidst eager gazes, completely unaware of what was about to happen.
Taking a deep breath, he shouted loudly, "Then, I declare! The final match of the Triwizard Tournament!"
"Officially open"
"Bang!"
Before Headmaster Dumbledore could finish speaking...
A salute cannon boomed loudly.
A beautiful cluster of fireworks exploded in mid-air.
Filch, who was controlling the cannon, was taken aback and spread his hands innocently.
At the Slytherin seat.
Malfoy scoffed, "Ha, it'll be hard for this dud to even make a sound."
The surrounding students burst into laughter.
Malfoy gazed into the depths of the labyrinth, recalling the letter his father had recently sent.
The above subtly mentions the issue of "the marker getting hot".
Bu Ye pursed his lips, his eyes fixed intently on the depths of the maze.
Ethan, you have to win...
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the other side.
"Go for it, son! Good luck—be careful!"
Cedric stood at the entrance to the maze.
Turning my head, I saw the rose thorns gradually closing, obscuring my father's shouting figure.
Until it disappeared.
"Don't worry, Father, I will bring back the trophy and make you proud!"
Cedric said firmly.
He knew that his father had always wanted him to beat Ethan.
Cheng Heng is the most eye-catching one.
"Even if it's very difficult to achieve, I will strive to pursue it as much as possible!"
First and foremost, we must win this game!
Cedric turned around.
With steady steps, I stepped into the dimly lit, thorny path.
And in the center of the maze.
A vast, open area.
A sliver of blue light shone through the dark clouds and onto this spot.
It illuminated a dazzling array of armor and long red robes!
Click!
All that could be heard was the sound of metal scraping against metal!
These rows and rows of soldiers stood in perfect order, like the most well-trained troops.
They were thick decks of playing cards!
In each card, the bow represents the heart.
Followed by.
"Sizzle!"
A shadowy figure soared into the air, passing over rows of playing card soldiers!
It landed heavily on the ground!
It made a dull, loud sound, like a meteorite hitting the ground!
"Bang!!"
Smoke and dust billowed up!
The shockwave from the blast knocked several rows of playing card soldiers to the ground!
That was a heavy knight.
He was covered in fine, jet-black armor, holding a giant shield in one hand and a massive halberd in the other.
It's heavy and imposing, like a mobile fortress!
It exudes an unparalleled sense of heavy oppression!
One Three Ugly - Golden Legend Painting, "Black Soul Drinking Guard"!
Inside the helmet, it was pitch black; no bow could be seen.
Ethan, wearing a hood, stood behind the group of soldiers.
He reached out from his wide wizard robes and pointed in the direction of the warriors ahead.
A gentle, bluish smile appeared in the shadow cast by the hood: "Go. Enjoy the company of our princess."
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"Let the invaders, without exception...become nourishment for our rose garden labyrinth."
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