Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 692 The Second Pillar

McGuffin, Blake, and Hermione Ron have been following the road paved with fine scales since they parted ways with Dumbledore, moving forward in a certain direction.

The ubiquitous white mist has been obscuring their vision, and they can't see clearly at a distance of tens of meters.

However, after walking for a while, when Black suspected that McGuffin had led the wrong way,
The white mist began to dissipate gradually, and the few people seemed to have come to a place like a stage covered with white mist.
The mist gurgled like running water, lingering at the feet of several people.

But that's not the strangest thing,

After walking a certain distance, they met the black rain again at the height of [-] meters, on the back of [Yemengarde].

The heavy black rain covered the sky, like a pot of ink pouring down, instantly covering the entire area.

"what is this?"

Black, who has never experienced all this, is very curious and vigilant about it.

He raised his wand, conjured an umbrella to block the black rain, and asked the people around him.

McGuffin and the others looked bad, and they all thought of the black rain outside Hogwarts Castle.

That's how it all started—

It now appears that all of this was Voldemort's fault.

This strange and powerful mysterious ceremony began at that time.

After McGuffin briefly explained the incident to Black, he took the lead and walked forward again.

Regardless of the outcome of the fight between Dumbledore and Voldemort, they must find the remains of the other two 'triangular strange trees' as soon as possible. '

He has confirmed through the parchment system in his mind that the strange tree was transformed from Voldemort's [Horcrux].

Now this is the best time, while Voldemort has no energy to come over, they can take this opportunity...to destroy all the wreckage to ensure Voldemort's final demise.

This piece of land, or it can also be said that the road on the back of [Jomungard]... is endless, and there are no obstacles to cover it at all.

Above the sky, those red moons, dusk, daytime...all kinds of strange sights disappeared.

There is no moon, no sun, no starlight, there is only a dark curtain of darkness and a black rain curtain falling down.

Only the strange scales under the feet, they are arranged layer by layer under the feet of several people to form an extremely weird pattern.

The black and green magic power flows continuously in the gaps of the 'ground' scales, according to the trajectory of some patterned runes.

The McGuffins didn't dare to look down at these things at all.

Just looking at it for a while will make them dizzy, their magic power will be agitated, and some strange changes may even occur in their bodies.

As several people continued to enter this area, the darkness on the sky became heavier and heavier, with no light shining through.

It's dead silence here.

There are only the sound of MacGuffin's feet and scales grinding (caca), and their slight breathing, yes, and the never-ending... the sound of rain falling down.

The 'ground' under the feet of several people was very flat, or too smooth, and the ink-black rain... was flowing on the scales, staining them very smooth,
MacGuffin and the others had a hard time.

Every step you take, you must be careful of slipping.

Moreover, this dark environment with no light is really too depressing.

— always makes people cranky.

All the light here is completely absorbed by this black rain.

Even with the [Luminescence Curse], they could barely see their feet, a distance of two or three meters in front...it was impossible for people to recognize the direction.

"McGuffin?"

Hermione said with trembling lips.

I don't know whether she is afraid because of the terrifying and suffocating magic power of [Jomungard], or because of Harry's situation so far... She is worried, but her voice is extremely weak.

The words were vague, and the remaining faint sound was completely covered by the sound of the black rain pouring down.

However, McGuffin knew exactly what Hermione wanted to ask without having to think about it.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes to use his magic power, trying to contact the little Griffins hanging on the strange triangular prism tree.

After a while, he raised his head with a strange expression and looked at the people around him.

"What's the matter?" Blake asked, afraid of hearing some bad news.

"fine……"

McGuffin nodded, then raised his umbrella and strode forward in the black rain.

After a distance of about dozens of steps, they saw a slanted column glowing red.

——It’s the remains of that strange triangular tree.

Through the curtain formed by the black rain, several people saw that it was covered with some silver threads...

There were also some small Geffen who survived, and climbed back and forth directly on the wall of the strange tree, having a great time playing.

MacGuffin sometimes really envies these little things without brain cells, they never know the feeling of sadness.

"That's it, what Professor Dumbledore told us to destroy..." said Hermione.

"Ah, so what are you waiting for? I really can't stand it!" Ron picked up his wand angrily, and cast the curse he knew on the broken wall and tree.

Obviously, Ron's mana is far from qualified.

The sharp rays of light hadn't cut through the skin of the strange tree, but after the wriggling of the fleshy surface... it was gradually absorbed by it.

Some bright light, like a drill bit, reflected everywhere, almost hitting McGuffin and the others on their heads.

"Ron!" Hermione asked angrily.

"Let me do it!" Blake stretched out his hand and waved his wand, stopping the rebounded spells, then chanted the spell, and pointed the wand at the fleshy wall of the strange tree.

"Fiery!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Frozen..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Then a series of curses were issued from the tip of the wand... Fiercefire, explosion, melting, freezing, even Black's use of the [Death Curse] was useless.

This thing is like some kind of stone, it is smelly and hard.

The appearance of the fleshy wall stopped changing after just a slight wriggle.

Black's spells were of no avail.

The existence of this thing is to laugh at them wantonly, just like outputting face to face with a few people.

This wasted effort made Sirius even more furious. He directly took the wand and conjured a huge two-handed axe. He ran over and directed the thing with his wand, from the surface of the strange tree to the scales under it.

They collided one after another, knocked and hacked, trying to solve all this quickly.

Just when several people were stuck in front of this strange tree, McGuffin suddenly realized that a new task in the parchment system in his mind had been completed.

One of Voldemort's soul fragments was simply destroyed.

And also triggered a task: 'Dumbledore's death. '

This proves that no matter who wins or loses in the end, Voldemort and Dumbledore, the one remaining between the two of them must have paid a high price.

This new news suddenly awakened McGuffin, and he knew... From now on, he must start to speed up the progress.

After hesitating for a while, McGuffin said, "Black, you go to Harry first..."

As he spoke, he flicked his wand near his temple, and a little Geffen jumped into his palm.

McGuffin handed it to Hermione next to her.

"Take it, this little thing will guide you to Harry..."

"It should be right ahead, follow the direction it points, and you should be able to find Harry. It can sense the existence of its own kind, even on the back of this giant god... it should be the same..."

"And you?" Blake asked hesitantly.

After a wry smile, McGuffin pulled out the [Curse of Echo Blue] ring from his neck, put it on slowly, and said, "You have also heard what Professor Dumbledore said, I must find a way to find a way to destroy this thing..."

Before Black could respond, McGuffin put the ring on his finger.

Immediately, there was a strange ringing of bells, roars, and deafening roars in Parseltongue... began to echo in McGuffin's ears one after another.

He could see the bottomless and terrifying magic power under the scales, and he could feel that the flesh wall of the strange tree had gradually become connected with the magic power of [Jomengard].

It can also be understood that if you rely on your own magic power alone, you can't destroy this thing according to Dumbledore's statement.

A suitable method must be found.

"Let's go!" McGuffin urged, waving his hands.

"Then...then you pay attention to safety!" Hermione turned and left hesitantly.

She and Ron were indeed much more worried about... Harry, who hadn't been seen so far.

"Be careful!" Ron finally ordered.

After Black took Hermione and left with Ron, McGuffin finally immersed himself in the ring, listening to all the noises around him,

Watch the way all the magic flows in this area.

He heard rustling noises; he heard the black rain echoing throughout the magic ceremony; he heard [Jörmungandr] moaning in pain in his sleep, this terrible existence seemed to have been seriously injured.

At this time, it reacted for the first time in history, as if it was about to revive.

Closing his eyes and listening carefully, as time went by, McGuffin seemed to see everything around him that he couldn't see, and he saw the interconnection between the magic power of everything.

Countless illusory threads connect everything.

And this terrifying existence named [Jomungard] under their feet has the most threads connected to the most things.

The MacGuffin himself is also connected to it.

When McGuffin saw the thread connected to his body, he suddenly understood everything.

"Has the mutual infection between magic powers reached such a deep level?"

As McGuffin heard more and 'seeed' more, he felt his brain and body became two parts, his skin was itchy and hot, his body moved uncontrollably, twitched involuntarily, and there was always a penetrating feeling... that feeling... as if some scales, or tentacles would suddenly come out of his body.

His body seemed to have its own subjective consciousness.

— This connection must be severed!
McGuffin thought for a while, and then tried to use his wand without hesitation to cut off... the long illusory thread on his body.

[Curse of Echo·Blue] A bright light flashed, and the thin line broke and disappeared.

That connection was abruptly broken.

Then, a feeling of palpitations and oppression immediately came from all directions.

McGuffin opened his eyes and slowly began to look around.

The black rain was still falling, but it could no longer block his sight.

He could clearly see the condition of the wreckage of the strange tree and the connection between it and [Jomungandr].

——Try to break these lines, too.

With such an idea in his mind, McGuffin secretly felt that this should be able to change something, making this strange tree no longer so 'indestructible', no matter what spells would be ineffective.

He slowly walked to the side of the strange tree, surrounded it, and used his wand to cut off the thin threads connecting the scales of [Joermungandr] one by one.

As the thread gradually broke, the triangular-shaped fleshy tree wreckage began to dissolve and turned into a giant python and a pool of muddy insect fleshy remains.

"Nagia?"

Looking at this huge long python, McGuffin guessed its identity without much thought, so he accelerated his action.

boom!
One line connects broken, two lines...

There are the last two left.

When McGuffin touched the tip of the wand to one of the long illusory lines again.

A sharp and angry roar suddenly came from the sky behind him,

"Mudblood... how dare you..."

"Get out of here..."

It's Nagia Voldemort!
Could it be Dumbledore him?
McGuffin's heart sank, but instead of stopping, he sped up his speed and cut off the penultimate root with a 'bang'.

Then he wanted to cut off the last one before Nagia Voldemort rushed over, and finally burn this [Horcrux · Long Python] with fierce fire.

At that time, Voldemort will only have the soul fragment in Harry's head.

Even if something unexpected happens to Dumbledore, there is a lot of room for them to slow down.

McGuffin's mind turned quickly, and he immediately sorted out his thoughts, and then immediately touched the line on the last long python with his wand.

only--

At this time, the long python of Nagia suddenly opened its cold vertical pupils, and after it neighed, it showed its fangs, and opened its bloody mouth and directly rushed towards the McGuffin.

Shir!
McGuffin waved his wand subconsciously, and the python was rolled and thrown to the other side.

fuck fuck!ah!

I cursed again and again in my heart, but it was too late.

McGuffin saw that Nagia Voldemort, who had the appearance of an East Asian woman, had appeared beside the long python.

She carefully looked at the whole body of the long python.

The sight of this guy tightly holding that knuckle-covered... wand made McGuffin's mood at this moment even more chilling to the bone, freezing into his heart.

As if assigned to the Antarctic spell,
— Really the Elder Wand!
Albus Dumbledore's old muscle stick...

How can it be?

How can that old guy be worthy of such a JOJO · Beidou Shenquan style of painting.

Shirley, didn't you write invincibility on your forehead, why... just...

McGuffin's brain was blocked by this extremely shocking and frightening news... for a while, he couldn't even think about anything, and couldn't think about his current dangerous situation.

(End of this chapter)