Chapter 188 187: Seizing the Body and the Lord of Death
The closer the crystal ball is to Harry.
The more dazzling the strong red light it emits, even the sunlight seems to be expelled at this time, and the entire unmanned corner feels like it is rendered red.
It is like a ignited flame, dazzling.
at the same time.
As Ian continued to get closer.
The scar on Harry's forehead also seemed to respond to some special call.
The lightning-like scar also flashed red, and the ups and downs of the light were like breathing, which perfectly synchronized with the red light of the crystal ball, forming an indescribable flicker.
"It's interesting." Ian's eyes narrowed slightly. He keenly realized that such a situation must be abnormal, and there might be some interesting secrets hidden behind it.
"This... what's going on?" Harry Potter obviously felt abnormal. His scar was getting hot, which made him raise his hand to cover his forehead in panic.
"I think it was some small accident? It was related to the formation of your scar." Ian looked at the crystal ball in his hand. Inside the deep crystal ball of the crystal ball, something seemed to be squirming quietly. It was a pair of hands that were looming, pitch black, as if stretching out from the endless darkness.
There was something twisted in his hand.
This scene is not clear.
But you can also vaguely see the blurred outline.
Although those hands were blurred, Ian could feel the strong sense of existence they emitted.
They sometimes condense into shape, sometimes disappear without a trace, like phantoms in the wind, which is unpredictable. The only thing that can be sure is that these black claws definitely do not belong to humans.
"Malfoy is really... a bit unexpected." Ian didn't know where Malfoy's crystal ball came from, but he knew very well that this crystal ball must be related to Voldemort.
Think about the situation of the Malfoy family and the abnormalities in Harry Potter's scars. No matter how slow the little wizard reacted, he probably saw some strange things.
certainly.
What he was most curious about now was why Malfoy gave himself such a crystal ball. It was definitely a betrayal for Voldemort to reveal a Horcrux of Voldemort.
"What Malfoy?"
Harry Potter covered his scars with both hands.
He felt that the scars were not just hot, but his brain seemed to be hot. This feeling that is more uncomfortable than severe fever makes the eleven-year-old boy panic.
Not comparable.
He cared more about what Ian had done in advance.
"Ian, do you think this crystal ball has something to do with my scar? Is it related to the demon who killed my parents who cannot name it and has killed many people?" Harry Potter shook it hard and became His dizzy head immediately became serious when he mentioned his family massacre.
As a person who has been living in the Muggle world, Harry Potter knows nothing about the chaos in the wizarding world. He only knows that his parents are dead at the hands of those who left this scar on him.
Although many people praised him as the boy who survived the disaster and praised him for defeating the evil dark wizard, for him he just remembered some extremely scattered scenes.
It's all green.
To put it badly.
He didn't even know what his enemy looked like. Because of this, when he heard Ian mention his enemy, Harry Potter immediately looked up at Ian.
"That's not a demon, it's just a... turbid bone mortal." Ian's response was to correct Harry's words. He liked some of the words and condemnations of the young version of Dumbledore.
"Can you tell me some more information?"
His eyes were filled with desire for the past.
"Of course it's okay, but now I think we're going to study what letter this crystal ball wants to reveal..." Just when Ian tried to prioritize Harry Potter.
The crystal ball in his hand suddenly oozed out the rust-smelling blood beads. The crystal ball continued to heat up in the palm of the palm, but this was not unbearable for the little wizard.
And Harry Potter, who seemed to be burning, was completely different.
"Ah!!"
The crystal ball is dripping blood beads.
at the same time.
Harry Potter's eyes also changed suddenly.
His originally clear green pupils instantly turned into vertical pupils like snakes.
Ferocious and terrifying.
It looks unusually weird.
"Stop."
Harry squeezed out the sound of air from his teeth, and the scar oozed black mucus.
"It's roaring...it's angrily..."
Harry Potter, who kept making painful roars, shouted in an unknown way, and then he hugged his head with both hands, fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face and began to roll wildly.
It's like my brain is about to explode.
The Savior moaned in pain.
"Harry! Are you okay?" Ian was also shocked by Harry Potter's sudden reaction. He quickly took out a bottle of potion and squatted down to feed Harry Potter to drink.
Because the pain was too severe, Harry Potter rolled all over the ground. Ian took out his wand and used a magic trick, which fixed Harry Potter, who was spiraling on the ground, wrapped farther and farther away.
"What is this...?"
The broken hair on Harry Potter's forehead was stuck to the scar by sweat.
He gritted his teeth and slammed his head with his hands. His expression was extremely painful. When he and Ian looked at each other, the vertical pupils in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"It's my special potion, Ancestor Happy Soup." Ian explained, and used his hands to pull open Harry Potter's teeth, perhaps even if he was going to be violated.
"Gugugugugu~"
After Ian poured a whole bottle of potion into Harry Potter's mouth, the effect was immediately effective. Harry Potter, who had previously seemed to die at any time, calmed down instantly.
"It seems to work..."
Harry Potter was soaked all over at this time, and he was extremely weak. Perhaps only he himself knew how terrible the feeling of his head just now seemed to explode.
The Savior's fingers clenched deeply into the flesh and blood on his head.
At this time, blood was dripping on both cheeks.
"Of course the potions I produce are all high-quality potions." Ian looked at the crystal ball in his hand again, and the color emitted by the crystal ball turned into a faint white light again.
He became more and more sure of his guess.
"Can you teach me? I'm afraid I really need this magical potion." Harry Potter was a little worried that he might suddenly suffer from similar diseases in the future.
"I'm afraid not, Harry, the raw materials of this potion are all contraband, you can't control it." Ian was not stingy either. He just felt that Mr. Savior could not be led by himself.
The wizarding world does not need the Old Nine Sects.
"So... OK..." Harry Potter is a student at Slytherin College. He has actually heard of the tip of the iceberg from his classmates about Ian's "lawlessness".
Ask yourself.
People like me who have no background may not dare to install any banned potions. After all, the value of the mixed-race of the seven surnames is not comparable to that of his little Porter.
Children without parents are precocious.
Harry Potter obviously understood that when he came to the scene, he wanted to talk about the power and background. Some things that others could do not mean that everyone could do them.
"Then can I buy a few more bottles of gold Gallon for later use?" I have to say that after weighing the cost of illegality, Harry Potter felt that the risk of purchasing this kind of drug was much smaller.
He may lack love.
But only Jin Jialong is not short of it.
"This is not a problem with Jin Jialong's failure to Jin Jialong, but you may need to meet Dumbledore with me. It is better to treat the symptoms than to treat the root cause. We have to find a way to solve the hidden dangers in you."
Ian rarely refuses the opportunity to earn Jin Jialong.
He is not without qualities.
Judging from the situation in Harry Potter, some things may have exceeded his "prophet"'s judgment, and it is most likely because many Voldemort's Horcruxes have been eliminated in advance.
"What hidden danger... I still need to go to the principal. Is my situation so serious?" Harry Potter felt more and more uneasy when he saw Ian's serious expression.
"Do you still remember the whisper you roared just now?" Ian did not dare to overestimate Harry Potter's courage, so he chose to avoid talking about the fact that Harry Potter himself was a Horcrux.
And what he cared more about was Harry Potter's roar and whisper before.
"Uh...I don't remember..."
Harry Potter's eyes returned to normal showed a very confused expression of confusion. He seemed to be trying hard to recall, and raised his hand to cover his bleeding head.
"I seemed to see some pictures, a prisoner with a chain wrapped around his neck, without a face... those eyes were filled with emotionless coldness and madness."
Harry Potter's face was tightly locked, and he was recalling it hard - suddenly, his body began to tremble, and his whole expression became panicable to the naked eye.
"No! He is approaching me!"
"He wants to tear me apart!"
Harry Potter's eyes flashed a few times, but they did not become the previous vertical pupil. It's like a low-battery light bulb, it flickers a few times and then turns off again.
I have to say that Ian's medicine is indeed a targeted medicine.
"Okay OK, don't think about it."
Ian saw Harry Potter's face pale, his hands and legs were constantly shaking, and he immediately wanted to stop Harry Potter from continuing to touch the thing in his mind.
"Oh."
Mr. Savior agreed very simply.
However.
He nodded.
But he turned his eyes and chose to turn off the phone in place.
I fainted in front of Ian.
“…”
Fortunately, the little wizard quickly caught the back of Harry Potter with his feet.
"I didn't ask you to stop thinking so thoroughly." Ian was helpless. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. There were about twenty minutes left before class.
"Wake up?"
He slapped Harry Potter twice in the face but failed to get the healing effect. Ian could only grab Harry Potter with a floating curse, move his long legs and go to the infirmary.
Leaving the corner where the two people were talking.
Outside the corridor.
Since it is almost time to go to class, there are many little wizards coming and going. They were all attracted by Ian's formation, and one after another the little wizards showed a shocked expression.
no way.
Who made the face that Harry Potter had scratched himself bleeding?
Along the way.
Blood kept falling on the ground.
It looks extremely scary. "Isn't that our Savior?"
"Why did he seem to be beaten to death? Is this an attack?"
"Hiss! Don't you understand yet! Look at who is carrying Harry Potter. The new generation of Dark King is declaring his authority and invincibility..."
...
Of course, the students' discussions are inevitable.
However.
Regarding some remarks that Ian didn't want to hear, he raised his hand and put a "Tong Locking and Throat Suppressing" on the rumor maker, causing them to temporarily lose the ability to arrange themselves.
"I am willing to help others! Help my classmates!" He defended himself. Of course, some people chose to believe it, but some people nodded wildly and saw a desire to survive that could be seen with the naked eye.
“…”
Ian ignored these drama artists.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
He took Harry Potter straight to the school infirmary.
"Oh my God! Merlin is on! What a terrible thing happened!"
When Ian came to the school hospital with magic, holding the unconscious Harry, the curtains of the twelve hospital beds were automatically windless, and Ms. Pomfrey, who was preparing the potion, paused for a half-beat as she saw the visitor clearly.
"I don't know much."
Ian shrugged and handed Harry Potter to Ms. Pomfrey.
"It seems to be the reason for excessive mental loss."
He made his own judgment-Ms. Pomfrey quickly checked Harry Potter's condition and nodded to Ian's diagnosis and recognition.
Seeing this, the little wizard immediately gave a treatment plan.
"Mental stability potions may be useful, of course, I think it may be more suitable for soul stability potions." He already had a clear understanding of the situation encountered by Harry Potter.
"You're fine, but..." Ms. Pomfrey moved Harry Potter to the hospital bed, and looked up at the little wizard while feeding Harry Potter potion.
"What he needs more is the three-no potion away from danger." Ms. Pomfrey looked at Ian with a weird look, with a kind of amazement and an indescribable anger, "Mr. Prince, can you? Explain why Mr. Potter's magic fluctuations were as silent as if they had been kissed by Satan? "
Obviously.
Ms. Pomfrey saw that Harry Potter had drunk some potions to suppress magic.
"This is to save him. His situation was like an explosion." Ian shrugged helplessly. He felt that it was hard to tell Ms. Pomfrey about Voldemort.
"The magic is out of control?"
Fortunately, Ms. Pomfrey, who frowned, gave a reasonable excuse herself.
"Possible?"
Ian answered an ambiguous answer.
Ms. Pomfrey didn't care about this, and she began to clean the wounds of the unconscious Harry Potter. "The poor child was so painful that he dug up his face."
"Can you tell me where you met Mr. Potter, and what accident did Mr. Potter encounter at that time?" She thought that Harry Potter's abnormality could not be without a reason.
"Maybe it was because I ran into something unclean during the night tour." Ian narrowed his eyes slightly and said vaguely, "You know, there are always some dangerous secrets hidden in the castle."
After he finished speaking.
I looked up again to look at the time.
"I have to go to class, and Harry will leave it to you." Ian trotted away from the school infirm without waiting for Ms. Pomfrey to reply. And when the medical room door closed behind him, the torches swaying on the stone wall of the corridor stretched Ian's shadow into a twisted giant. Two lower-grade students hurriedly ran by in the textbook "Magic Potions and Potions".
Their whispers were particularly clear under the vault.
"Potter was definitely killed by him!"
"He is trying to establish his authority! Tell us that there is no savior in this world!"
"Dumbledore won't punish him, maybe he will even help him cover up the truth. He has a phoenix!"
...
These two students obviously did not see Ian not far from the side.
They were rushing down.
What Ian said made him look back at them several times—and at this moment, a trembling new Slytherin crashed into his arms like a frightened sniff.
"Yes, sorry! Senior Prince!"
When the freshman retreated, he knocked over the spear in the armor's hand. The sound of metal falling to the ground echoed in the empty corridor, but he didn't care to sort out the mess behind him and looked at Ian in horror.
"I didn't mean it! Please! Don't kill me!"
Obviously.
This Slytherin freshman was frightened. His reaction was not unreasonable. He entered the academy that was most afraid of Ian. The rumor that Ian killed the savior was constantly iterating the version.
"Just be careful next time I walk. Am I scary?" Ian reached out and straightened the boy's crooked tie, and brushed his fingertips across the emerald-inlaid tie clip.
The freshman was trembling and his legs were weak.
“…”
Seeing this, Ian could only sigh and raise his hand to signal the junior to leave quickly - so the child who bumped into Ian immediately ran away.
"What to do! What to do! I seem to offend that Prince!" When he came to the door of the classroom, he grabbed his roommate in a crying voice.
"Ah? Then you're dead!"
His roommate gave an answer he didn't want to hear.
"No!"
The little wizard cried out in despair.
And at this moment.
"You look scared?"
A voice from Miss Beaver sounded.
"Fear will dilate the pupils by 37%. " Hermione Granger appeared at the gate with the textbook in his arms, and the freshman association of Slytherin College and Gryffindor College attended classes at the same time.
"You should give him dragon blood ink." Hermione squatted down and helped him pick up textbooks," said page 214 of "Humanoid Weakness: Prince's Secret" that Ian has a good impression of those who give his gifts. “
After all, she read the book she was longing for.
However.
This is likely to be useful but is not appreciated.
"What is the pure blood tradition in Nibazhong knows! "
The freshman suddenly pushed Hermione away.
Twisted pride burst out from his red eyes. This word is like an evil curse slashing into the air. In the corridor, many young wizards stopped and looked in the direction he was in.
"Who is saying such evil and despicable slander!"
The biggest reaction was Miss Greengrass who happened to be passing by.
When she heard this word, she felt like she was struck by lightning.
The light golden hair felt like it was about to stand up because of its anger.
"Damn it! Who are you going to kill!"
Daphne rushed directly to Xinsheng, grabbed Xinsheng's clothes and shook them wildly. She roared at her junior like an excited tigress.
"You have to apologize! You must apologize to this lady!"
She seemed to have transformed into a messenger of justice.
The freshman didn't react.
"Miss Greengrass, but... isn't this our consensus?" He came from a branch of a pure blood family and did not update some of the situation in the wizarding world in time.
"Who has a consensus with you! Slander! You are a bare slander!" Daphne's voice was louder, and she turned to look at Hermione, the girl Ian brought into school.
"Don't listen to him nonsense! The Greengrass family sponsored twenty-three Muggle research projects! Last week my father also rejected the proposal to ban marijuana in Wiesengamo!"
She seemed to be eager to prove her "concept of equality".
Excited tone.
I wish I could take out a loudspeaker to announce this to others.
...
Just when Miss Daphne was suspicious.
I thought Hermione was the one Ian sent to test him.
When PTSD is committed.
On the other side.
The little wizard did not go to the classroom to attend class, but came to the abandoned bathroom, opened the hidden door in the snake accent, and went down without hesitation.
Combined with the night screams that the little wizards talked about before.
Ian had a premonition.
then.
In order to verify the guess in your mind.
He did not go to the underground palace.
Instead, he came to Slytherin's secret room.
Under the faint light of the candlelight, he slowly stepped into this space forgotten by time. The air in the secret room was heavy and depressing, as if it was even difficult to breathe. On the stone walls around, ancient runes are carved, and they are shining with faint green light in the dark, like some unknown force surging in it.
Suddenly, a pungent smell of blood came to my nose, making Ian frown. He followed the smell and rushed directly to the source where the smell came from.
"Oh! No! My baby!"
The little wizard let out a hoarse cry.
See.
Just like the bad premonition in his heart. A huge snake monster was lying quietly in the center of the secret room. Its body was stiff and its eyes were closed and could no longer be opened.
This basilisk was once the guardian of the secret room.
Its scales shine with a cold light in the sun.
The scales were covered with completely dry blood and their bodies were covered with scars. It was obvious that after a fierce battle, the most sad thing was that the body of the snake monster was shriveled.
That's the appearance of blood and blood being swallowed up. Not only that, Ian seemed to be able to feel an indescribable sense of emptiness, as if the soul of the snake monster was completely swallowed by some kind of force.
last night.
Something big happened here.
(This chapter ends)