chsdbacks Chapter 214 Voldemort came in last place in the game of lasting 5 seconds. Why don't you give i
Chapter 214 Voldemort came in last place in the game of lasting 5 seconds. Why don't you give i
Chapter 215 Voldemort came in last place in the five-second survival game. Why don't you give it a try?
"A perfect painting will surely bring more joy and laughter to the world."
Ethan gently stroked the canvas.
The fair fingertips were stained with specks of bright red paint, like catching pomegranate seeds.
It is not too late.
Ethan immediately wanted to verify the effect of the painting.
As for where to find the "power of the curse"
One of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Slytherin's locket, isn't that still quite fresh?
Ethan took out the glittering silver locket.
Look at the surface that reflects the golden light.
He grinned with delight.
Said softly:
"Stop hiding, your death is near."
"Just kidding, hehe~"
They seemed to sense danger.
The locket shook violently.
From it, a thick black mist gushed forth!
It swallowed Ethan whole in an instant!
Blood-red sky, pitch-black earth.
Thick smoke billowed from the scorched earth, resembling a scene from hell.
In the center of the sky, like the eye of a storm, floats a cobalt blue eye.
Looking down upon the earth, bringing calamities, yet controlling everything.
Ethan gazed at the illusion that appeared in the black mist.
He instinctively knew that the pupil represented himself.
Ethan also felt a genuine longing.
It was as if they were already the masters of this world.
A hoarse voice slowly rang out:
Wear me, open me, and I can bring you unparalleled power.
Ethan gazed at the scene in the illusion.
He remained silent, seemingly deeply immersed in the moment.
Even that hoarse voice carried a hint of smugness.
He said even more urgently:
That's right—wear me and you will achieve everything you dream of—you will control the world!!
"—However, my ideal is not to control the whole world."
A clear and sober voice rang out.
Ethan turned his head, showing no sign of being bewitched.
Only innocent doubt:
Why do you think my ideal would be to destroy the world?
"I clearly wanted to bring love and light to the world!"
Ah—how magnificent the radiance!
Ethan squinted and opened his arms in ecstasy.
The locket fell silent.
Great love? Light?
Do you have some misunderstanding about how you define yourself?
It involves reading memories and thoughts.
In a dream world, what should be presented are the strongest emotions from the bottom of one's heart!
however.
There won't be a second chance for the locket.
On the canvas, the two-headed wolf's mouth was unconsciously sucking.
As a result, the dark energy within the locket flowed into it uncontrollably!
They were devoured by the black wolf!
No, impossible!
The locket trembled violently.
Voldemort's remnant soul screamed in terror!
This is incredibly powerful and profound dark magic.
And they used killing to solidify their position.
How could it be so easily taken away and devoured?!
It's as if he's a dessert!
But no matter how hard this remnant soul tried, it could not regain its power.
It can only be drained until it becomes weaker and weaker.
What kind of magic is that?
I am clearly the master of the world.
The last wisp of magic was absorbed.
The locket fell into a deathly silence.
—However, it has become even more dazzling.
Ethan shook his head: "He only lasted five seconds before giving up. What a coward."
Why don't I become the Dark Lord? Stop thinking!
How could someone as upright and righteous as myself have such thoughts?
They must have been corrupted by the evil Voldemort!
Ethan was filled with righteous indignation.
On the canvas, a jet-black two-headed wolf smacked its lips.
Although his pupils were not yet open.
But compared to the previous deathly silence.
Now you can clearly see the breathing pulse.
[Sleeping Wolf Awakening Progress: 30%]
Ethan raised an eyebrow slightly: "Even Voldemort's remnant soul, whose effects are comparable to the Ring of Power, only increased the awakening rate by less than half—."
The energy required for this awakening is just too much!
Ethan, the elderly father, feels he can no longer afford to support his "little darlings".
"However, without the original side effects of the [Wolf's Words] spell, I did not feel any discomfort."
Ethan then looked at the intact locket.
Energy is conserved.
The original "Wolf's Words" spell involved extracting the curse and having the caster bear the burden of it.
Naturally, this will backfire.
But now, it is being absorbed by the "wolf," which is composed of the essence of the Dementors and pure dark energy.
They are all of the same origin.
It will not suffer any backlash.
"very good."
Ethan nodded in satisfaction and put the pendant away.
"Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, perfect, let's use it to extract the werewolf bloodline from Professor Lupin and make another progress."
"Professor Lupin, you must also want to put in a lot of effort for the next fairy war, right? Hehehe."
Ethan smiled knowingly.
Just then.
A loud cry was heard.
"Chirp!" A fiery red phoenix flew through the stone wall toward Ethan.
A letter was dropped over his head:
[Your first request, the alchemy techniques used during the fairy rebellion, have all been compiled.]
You can come to the principal's office to see me tomorrow.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
[P.S. It's too late, the elderly need to sleep.]
Ethan: "Fairy alchemy! Awesome!!"
We've been waiting for you!!
Ethan selectively ignored the last sentence.
Immediately fold the envelope and pack away the art supplies.
He raised his hand, his eyes shining as he gazed at the phoenix:
Little Phoenix~ Take me to the principal's office, Phoenix:
".....
You're a naturally evil brat, stay away from me.
The phoenix chirped and turned its head away haughtily.
Ethan: "I know you've been sneaking into the Forbidden Forest lately a lot, with my dead bird—the Phoenix: 'Chirp chirp chirp!!!'"
As if its tail feathers had been stepped on, the phoenix flapped its wings with a whooshing sound!
The bright red rooster comb looked even redder.
Phoenix grabbed Ethan.
As if afraid he might change his mind, she suddenly took Ethan into the air.
It flew towards the exit.
How dare you threaten the noble phoenix—you wretched human!
Baby QAQ
Principal's Office.
Dumbledore finally finished his day's work.
He put on his bright purple bathrobe and was getting ready for a good night's sleep.
Looking at the stack of documents on the table, I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction:
I really don't know why Ethan wanted the fairy data from that period.
There are so many little secrets.
"Sigh, with Ethan around, I always feel both relaxed and uneasy."
Dumbledore sighed slowly.
It's like summoning an ancient god in order to defeat the Dark Lord.
The Dark Lord is gone, though.
But the world is even more doomed.
"However, we cannot place all the burden on Ethan's shoulders."
Dumbledore's face darkened again.
"The key question is why Voldemort is always uncrushable."
Dumbledore frowned and muttered to himself for a while.
Then he yawned and murmured sleepily:
"Sigh, I'm getting old, I can't keep going like this. I should go and rest now—"
"I wonder what kind of surprised expression Ethan will have when he sees this information tomorrow. Hehehe~"
Just then.
"!!!"
A deafening roar that could wake a mammoth!
The door was flung open with a bang!
Enemy attack?!
Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat.
He whirled around and swiftly raised his wand!
But then, a familiar figure appeared behind the door.
Ethan stood at the doorway, looking as if he had returned as a god of war.
Behind them, it seemed as if an onomatopoeic "glare" floated by.
Ethan: "Old Deng, I've come as promised."
"Where's the goods?"
Dumbledore: "...—"
It would be better if it were an enemy attack.
It's hardened; its fists have hardened.
On the wall, the portraits were all awakened and began to grumble and complain.
Dumbledore put down his wand and said helplessly, "Didn't we say we'd come back tomorrow? — No, it's already midnight, curfew."
Where did you come from?
Dumbledore's eyes gradually sharpened.
Ethan: I can't see it, I can't see it.
How can something a painter does be considered a violation of school rules?
Under the Hogwarts headmaster's sharp gaze, Ethan strode to the desk.
He happily held up the stack of documents.
He brought it close to his nose, took a deep sniff, nodded, and said in a deep voice:
"Yes, this batch of goods is very pure."
Dumbledore:
f ...
You little brat, did you grow an optic nerve in your nose?
The old principal wearily rubbed his forehead.
I just felt that Ethan was too avant-garde, a bit too far removed from modern humans.
At his age, he can't keep up.
Come here.
Dumbledore decided to stay up a little longer with Ethan.
The portrait gradually fell asleep again.
For a moment, the principal's office was filled with...
The only sound was the rustling of pages turning.
Seeing that Ethan had seen enough.
Headmaster Dumbledore spoke up at the opportune moment:
"Besides ordinary weapons, the alchemy technology of the Fairy Fortress mainly consists of two things."
"Living metal and the all-seeing eye."
"The former allows their fortresses to quickly repair themselves even if damaged, making them extremely difficult to breach."
"The latter is the 'Demon Eye' located at the very top of the fortress. It can monitor the situation around the fortress in a 360-degree field, issue early warnings, and direct artillery attacks. And because it is located high in the air, it is very difficult to destroy."
"However, if we compare the Fairy Fortress to a living creature, the first two can only be considered limbs."
"The very core 'heart' is located deep within the fortress—the 'Forge'."
Ethan's eyes flickered slightly.
furnace.
This is the place of ultimate ancient magic that Mr. Black mentioned in his notes!
A powerful rune was extracted from a vast underground mineral vein and smelted through a special circuit.
It's hidden right beneath this fairy fortress!
Dumbledore shook his head and sighed:
"The wizards at the time did not know that the core was underground in the fortress. They only attacked from the outside, which led to heavy casualties."
"If we find a way to destroy the furnace first, then the Living Fortress and the All-Seeing Eye will lose their effectiveness."
"This greatly reduces the difficulty of overcoming the challenge."
"Hmm~ That makes sense."
Ethan nodded slowly.
One plan after another floated into my mind.
Suddenly looking up into Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes, he spoke:
"Old Deng."
Headmaster Dumbledore: "..—."
Ethan: "Do you think it would have been possible to breach the fortress without dying if we had known this information beforehand?"
Upon hearing this...
Dumbledore was taken aback.
Then, I thought of something else.
Ethan is probably interested in strategic warfare and wants to try his hand at being a strategist.
It's like a sandbox game.
—Look at Ethan's serious expression.
I almost thought he was really going to travel back in time and fight this war himself.
Dumbledore thought about it carefully for a moment and replied:
"It's very difficult. Extremely difficult."
"First, we need to find a way to infiltrate the fortress, memorize the route, make our way to the core of the furnace, and successfully destroy it—" If we're not careful, it will be just like in history.
"The furnace exploded, turning everything to dust."
Dumbledore's tone was slightly somber.
But soon after, he said:
"Secondly, the wizards outside should create chaos to facilitate the infiltration. If they want to avoid casualties, they need to be familiar with and trained in how to deal with fairy attacks."
"Besides that, the most important thing—I think—is 'luck.'"
"So much luck."