In the air in front of Char, the floating heads were those of Harry, Hermione, and Ron. After a moment of surprise, he reacted immediately. It was the Invisibility Cloak. Before, he had felt a little confused. The underground Forbidden Forest where Harry and the others had fallen should belong to the same area as where he had fallen, but he hadn't noticed their movements. It turned out that they were using an Invisibility Cloak.
It seemed that Dumbledore's worries about Harry and his two companions were unnecessary. With their current size, the Invisibility Cloak was enough to cover all three of them. With one of the Deathly Hallows covering them, there were probably very few people in the magical world who could catch these three. But what were they doing here?
At this time, Hermione's voice was trembling, and she seemed to have not yet recovered from the panic of suddenly falling into the underground Forbidden Forest. "Char," she said, "we came here following the spell you cast. What happened? This is completely different from what Dumbledore said the exam would be about!"
Harry, in the dim light of the Lumos Charm, saw the body lying in front of Char. He shuddered suddenly. "Merlin! When we first fell down, there was a movement coming towards us. Fortunately, I put on the Invisibility Cloak in time. That thing—is this it? What kind of monster is this?!"
It wasn't as if Harry hadn't seen ferocious magical beasts before. He had once thought that the three-headed dog in the trapdoor in the corridor on the fourth floor was the most ferocious monster in the wizarding world. But he had never dreamed that there was such a deformed and evil existence. Just looking at those human limbs made him feel creepy.
Ron fell silent, staring at the transformed Quintaped-like monster corpse on the ground, especially its dry look. Apparently, its blood had been drawn. Then, a nameless anger began to boil in his heart. He looked at Char as if he were a thief.
"It's you who did it!" Ron growled. "What kind of tricks are you up to?!"
Immediately, in the shocked and stunned eyes of Harry and Hermione, Ron seemed to be possessed by a demon. He drew out his wand and chanted a spell towards Char. "Stupefy!"
A dazzling red light cut through the darkness, and Ron's hair looked particularly bright red. The expression on his face was one of satisfaction. It seemed that all the resentment he had towards Char had exploded under this inexplicable anger. He couldn't wait to see him knocked unconscious. He had tried it secretly, and the power of the Stunning Spell was beyond his imagination. It was worthy of being the advanced spell he had obtained from the temple.
But the next moment, the pleased smile on Ron's face froze. Because Char seemed to have been prepared for this, or even to have predicted it. The moment he cast the spell, Char took a step forward and moved sideways, easily avoiding it. At the same time, with a wave of his wand, the Mage's Hand struck instantly without any incantation, taking Ron's wand away. Then it grabbed Ron's neck and lifted him up. His face turned purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seemed as if he could no longer breathe.
This series of events left Harry and Hermione completely unable to react. What on earth was going on? Why did Ron take the initiative to attack Char at this time? And Char, did he really want to kill Ron?
At this time, Char's eyes were cold. Not just towards Ron, but even towards Harry and Hermione, there was a cold look in his eyes. It was true that Dumbledore had made a deal with him to protect Harry and the other two, but if one of them took the initiative to attack him, that was another matter. He looked at Harry and Hermione and said in a cold voice, "Why did you come to see me?"
As soon as these words were spoken, it seemed to wake up Harry and Hermione. Hermione said with a tearful voice, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Char, put Ron down first. A monster... a monster is coming. We saw your curse and wanted to save you."
Harry also nodded repeatedly. He stammered and gestured at the Invisibility Cloak on his body. "If we squeeze in a little, we can barely fit one more person. Char, hide with us!"
Char frowned. Looking at Harry and Hermione, the coldness in his eyes dissipated slightly. He could still tell whether they were telling the truth or not. At least two of the three people really wanted to use the Invisibility Cloak to protect themselves. His expression finally softened a bit. The Mage's Hand loosened, dropping the nearly unconscious Ron to the ground. He also threw his wand back to Hermione. But faced with their invitation to hide under the Invisibility Cloak, he shook his head.
"I can't leave. Harry, the monsters here have the highest hatred towards me. I'll stay here, and before they kill me, the others will be relatively safe. But if they can't find me, they'll probably start a massacre."
Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance. "How could it be—why do the monsters here want to kill you so much? Char, what happened from before until now?"
Char sighed. "Haven't you figured it out yet, Harry? Do you still think that it is Professor Snape who wants the Philosopher's Stone? From the beginning to the end, it was Quirrell who planned for the Philosopher's Stone."
These words were like a thunderclap, splitting the chaotic minds of Harry and the others. Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. "Professor Quirrell—is it him?!"
Then, all the clues connected in his mind. Yes. No wonder Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and the others were so nervous about this final exam. It's because they knew that Quirrell might play tricks. And before that, during the Quidditch match, someone cast a curse on the broom in an attempt to kill Harry. They all thought it was Snape. Everyone thought that Quirrell was protecting Harry. But think about it now... perhaps the order should be reversed. And those holidays, Snape often went to the fourth-floor corridor. Quirrell also appeared there. They thought it was Quirrell who was defending himself against Snape. But now I see... it's reversed, everything is reversed!
Immediately following, Harry shuddered suddenly. "Wait. Then Quirrell set up this trap. Where are the others?" He figured it all out. "Yes, he must be using us to hold back Headmaster Dumbledore and the others. As for himself, he will go to the fourth floor of the castle to calmly obtain the Philosopher's Stone. After that, it will all be over. Hogwarts is doomed, and the wizarding world is doomed too."
There was a hint of admiration in Char's eyes. Should he say it or not? After reversing his stereotype of Snape, Harry, the savior, still had a sharp mind and intuition.
At this time, Harry came back to his senses and took a deep breath. As if he had made some decision, his eyes were determined. "I have to stop him. It's up to me to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named from coming back."
Char's expression faltered slightly. All right. Just assume that his previous praise of Harry was in vain. This kid really didn't know his place. But a moment later, he breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps that was the case. They were the protagonists of this world. Besides, the prophecy did make sense. Harry Potter was indeed Voldemort's nemesis.
But at this time, even though Harry was extremely anxious, he had no idea how to leave the underground Forbidden Forest. As for Char, after pondering for a moment, he took out something and handed it to Harry and the others.
Harry said, confused, "This is?"
Char explained, "A Portkey. It can take you away from here and teleport you to Sprout Island. There's a house-elf there named Eugene, who can Apparate you to Hogwarts. This is the only way you can stop Quirrell now."
Harry looked at the Portkey, joy on his face. Then he couldn't help but ask, "What about you? Char, now that we have the Portkey, how are you going to leave?"
Char shook his head. "As I said before, if I leave, others will suffer. Harry, we each have our own mission. You don't have much time left."
Now, Harry looked at Char, his eyes red and filled with tears. It was as if he could sense the determination to face death and sacrifice himself behind Char's calm words. Immediately, he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip. He had to stop Quirrell as soon as possible. In this way, perhaps they could end all this before Char died. He didn't refuse, but gripped the Portkey firmly. But at the same time, he took off the Invisibility Cloak he was wearing and handed it to Char firmly. "We won't be able to use this anymore. But maybe it can help you."
Char paused, then smiled slightly. Without any hesitation, he took the Invisibility Cloak. With this thing, his actions could indeed be more secure. Moreover, in the original book, Harry really didn't need the Invisibility Cloak in his next adventure.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. As the magic power surged on the Portkey, he and Hermione grabbed Ron, who was still recovering. In a dizzying moment, they left the dark underground Forbidden Forest. Before leaving, he gave Char a look full of blessings and admiration.
And Char, after seeing them leave, also felt a little relieved. If they hadn't left, he would have been quite restrained. Many magic spells would have been difficult to perform. After all, he had not forgotten that the scar on Harry's forehead still contained a fragment of Voldemort's soul. A few years later, Voldemort also realized the connection between himself and Harry and set a trap, which led to Sirius's death. During this process, Voldemort also obtained a lot of information from Harry's mind. Although in a few years, Char's methods would definitely be far from comparable to what they were now, he still hoped to hide as many cards as possible. What's more, the influence of the temple on Delia Island seemed to be becoming more and more obvious on Ron. He also didn't want to reveal too many of his tricks in front of him. Only after they left did he feel free to act.
As for how they would perform in the Philosopher's Stone level... could they really stop Two-Face, who was much stronger than in the original novel? Char thought about it. He felt that there shouldn't be too much deviation from the original. After all, the power of fate and prophecy was indeed strong. What's more, at Hogwarts, Harry had the blessing of the school and the protection of the magic of love. Voldemort probably still had to be careful. But what exactly would happen was not something he should consider.
At the same time, another noise came from the woods, interrupting his thoughts. This time, there were really three strange human heads emerging from the woods, followed by pale, twisted human limbs and strange red hair. Three wizards transformed into Quintaped-like monsters came into his sight.
"Three heads?" His expression grew serious. He took a deep breath, as if he had returned to the illusion where the system was instilling insights into Defense Against the Dark Arts. The feeling of fighting for life and death began to flow through his blood, and the activity level of his magic power was also slowly rising.
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, the three monsters attacked him at the same time. It was different from the previous one transformed from a dark wizard apprentice. These three were obviously transformed by wizards who could cast spells normally. Their methods were no longer just using their twisted limbs to kill. Instead, they emitted a cold and evil magical power. Twisted spells flew towards him, the power of each far greater than when they were alive, enough to easily blow people to pieces. In an instant, one pothole after another was blown open, and dirt splashed on the ground. But Char had already left the place at the first possible moment. His wand waved like a sword cutting, and the Sectumsempra spell flew towards one of the monsters.
To his surprise, there was a Quintaped-like monster next to it, and on its pale and twisted limbs, there was a magic wand embedded in its flesh. Swinging at an extremely fast speed, it laid a layer of twisted protective magic on the path of the Sectumsempra spell. Although the spell ignored the characteristics of the protection spell, piercing right through it and leaving a huge wound on the target, Char's pupils still contracted slightly. He looked at the monster that had just waved its wand to cast a spell. In just a split second, he already felt something. The other two monsters had average magical abilities when they were alive, stronger than the previous dark wizard apprentice, but not much stronger. It was probably the level of someone who had worked for many years after graduation, most of their learned magic returned to the school, their use and training of magic power having become unfamiliar over many years. But the one that cast the protective spell was completely on a different level. Given the speed of the Sectumsempra spell, even he might not be able to react that quickly. But this monster had done it, and in such a short time, it had also cast a protective magic. Its magical power during its lifetime was definitely extraordinary.
His eyes swept over the monster, and he found a sign that could indicate its identity: a scrap of a Ministry of Magic uniform, with the Auror logo on it. This was actually a monster transformed from an Auror by Voldemort. His expression grew increasingly serious. Almost every Auror was a powerful wizard who had experienced hundreds of battles. Although in the original work, the Aurors did not show any impressive combat achievements, especially in front of Dumbledore and Voldemort, where they were all just casually dismissed, in this real magical world, he had realized this a long time ago. Being easily dealt with by wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort did not mean that one was weak. At least it meant you were qualified to participate in that battlefield. No matter how small the effect, it was not comparable to that of ordinary people. Based purely on magic and combat experience, his magical abilities were not comparable to those of an Auror, not to mention that after it underwent the dark magic transformation, its magic perception, strength, and even its own spells were greatly enhanced. It even seemed to have retained its combat experience. He was afraid that even elite Aurors would find it extremely difficult to use magic against this monster.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, but he didn't have time to think about it. Seeing that the protective magic didn't work, the Auror Quintaped seemed quite annoyed. Its wands and limbs danced wildly, and spell after spell was fired at him like a machine gun. He dodged repeatedly, his expression becoming more solemn. The limbs of the monster could actually be used as a degraded version of a magic wand? This thing in front of him was equivalent to holding five wands at the same time and even casting spells without an incantation. This dark magic transformation combined with the Auror's own strength was really unreasonable. Ordinary Aurors were like this. He still remembered that among the disappearances, another elite Auror had also gone missing. If it was also transformed into a Quintaped-like monster, he really didn't know how strong it would be.
While dodging repeatedly, he did not target the Auror Quintaped. It was too difficult to deal with. Unless he got close to it and used his legendary power to kill it, it couldn't be solved in a short period of time. Instead of getting entangled with it, it was better to deal with the one that had just been severely injured by the Sectumsempra spell. Just thinking of this, he dodged and moved amidst the machine-gun-like spells. The time left for him to cast spells was very little. But at this time, the Mage Hand, which could cast spells without an incantation, truly demonstrated its value. Taking advantage of the fleeting gap, he waved his wand. The Quintaped with a huge wound on its neck suddenly felt as if it was being torn apart by an invisible hand. The wound was getting bigger, and its body was also pulled up by the Mage Hand. There were bursts of horrifying tearing sounds coming from its neck.
He took this opportunity and fired a laser spell at the Auror Quintaped. The speed of the laser was such that even the transformed monster could not react to it. However, the disadvantages of the laser spell also became apparent. Its defense-breaking ability was far less powerful than the Sectumsempra spell. It didn't leave any huge wounds, just flashing across the human face of the Auror Quintaped. But the feeling of having his flesh cut open, especially the glare of the laser beam shining into his eyes, still made the monster subconsciously protect itself, and its offensive slowed down.
Striving for this gap, he immediately waved his wand and chanted the incantation of ancient weather magic. "Fehu. Thurisaz. Dagaz." Although the complete magic structure was not constructed in a hurry, and it was far from the strongest power of ancient meteorological magic, there was still a thick flash of lightning that split the darkness, enveloping the injured Quintaped. After the lightning dissipated, the monster stopped moving, only scarlet blood continuing to flow out of its charred body.
Immediately following, he did the same. After struggling for a while, he used ancient weather magic again. A flash of lightning killed the second monster. What was left at this moment was only the one that was transformed from an Auror.
But there was no sense of relief in his heart. His expression became more solemn. In just such a short period of time, he had noticed something. This Quintaped seemed to be moving faster and faster. Each spell was becoming more and more tricky, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to dodge. It seemed that at the beginning, it itself was not very adapted to this body. But as it battled with him, it became more and more accustomed to its body and magic, and the strength it exerted was also increasing rapidly. Until now, he felt that his performance was already much stronger than when he was receiving the Defense Against the Dark Arts training before. The activity level of his magic power was still increasing, and his reactions were getting faster and faster. But the pressure was still growing. The feeling that this Auror Quintaped gave him was somewhat similar to the feeling Snape gave him during actual combat training. However, it had been a long time since his last training with Snape, and all aspects of his abilities had undergone a complete transformation. At this moment, no matter how tricky the Auror Quintaped's spell was, or how overwhelming the pressure, he was still like a reef in the sea, standing firmly and never being submerged.
This caused a strange and bloodthirsty look to appear in the eyes of the Auror Quintaped, along with a flash of rather human surprise. Although it had undergone transformation, it still retained some of its former memories. He still vaguely remembered how powerful a first-year wizard was. This tenacious little Hufflepuff in front of him... was this really the strength a first-year wizard could have?
But a moment later, this hint of surprise disappeared immediately. No matter how strong you are, it's just like that. You can't hold on much longer. To it, Char was like a fly caught in a spider's web but still struggling. It would just flutter a few times before dying. This was indeed the case. Its spell suppressed him, making his space increasingly cramped. Every second was full of danger.
He sighed softly n his heart. "It's still too difficult to fight Aurors purely relying on magical strength. After all, every Auror is an extremely talented wizard and has experienced a lot of battles, not to mention it's been transformed. If I don't use my legendary life and power, I'm almost reaching my limit in dealing with it. But... it's not like there aren't other ways."
The next moment, he put on the Invisibility Cloak that Harry had left for him. In a moment, his figure, along with the aura emanating from his magic, all disappeared from the Auror Quintaped's perception. The sudden scene prevented it from reacting. Just now, it was brewing a spell to kill him. How could he suddenly disappear? The Auror Quintaped fired spells angrily, trying to force him out, but he had already leisurely moved around behind it.
Watching the monster frantically searching for him, a strange look appeared in his eyes. This Auror Quintaped was really powerful, but in front of the Deathly Hallows Invisibility Cloak, its combat experience and magical perception were useless. The battle situation suddenly changed from him being almost at his limit to him being the predator and it being the prey.
He waved his wand lightly under the Invisibility Cloak. The Mage's Hand moved silently. The Auror Quintaped knelt down, then immediately launched a counterattack in the direction where the Mage's Hand had come from. But it had no target at all, and of course, all the spells used for counterattack fell into the air and did not hit any target. On the other hand, he had just slightly shifted his footsteps. He waved his wand again. This time, it was like a sword swinging. An extremely sharp magical power suddenly fell on the monster. Its wand, which was integrated with its flesh and blood, broke with a sound. At the same time, a pale arm also fell.
In the next ten seconds, everything that happened was just a repetition of this. He easily relied on the Invisibility Cloak to avoid all counterattacks from the monster, then waved his wand again and again. It was like shooting at a living target.
At last, he calmly recited the incantation of ancient weather magic. "Fehu. Thurisaz. Dagaz." This time, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, landing heavily on the Auror Quintaped, completely killing it.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief. His tense body had just relaxed for a moment when a needle-like pain came from the spiritual pupil on his forehead. His sixth sense was giving him a crazy warning. His face turned pale. He immediately took a step forward and moved far away from the place where he had just cast the spell. And it was almost half a second after he made the move that a dazzling green light fell on the place where he had been previously. The killing curse.
His pupils contracted. He suddenly looked up and saw the cold and bloodthirsty eyes of a Quintaped high up in the woods. From this one, he felt a much stronger sense of oppression than the one he had just fought. And it also had the Auror symbol on its body. A childish look flashed across his eyes. Now he understood the origin of this monster. This was also an Auror transformed by Voldemort, only not just any Auror, but an elite Auror. The only elite Auror who had disappeared in the previous series of disappearances was indeed turned into such a monster in Voldemort's hands.
His vigilance reached its peak. This monster must have arrived before. But it had found that it could not detect his trace, so it had not made a move, instead waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow. If it weren't for his sixth sense warning him just now, he might have really been hit by its killing curse. This guy probably retained a lot of its elite Auror combat experience. Too spicy. He didn't dare to relax at all, his expression becoming tense again.
But something he didn't expect happened again. This elite Auror Quintaped did not continue to attack after missing the opportunity to kill him. A malicious and cunning smile appeared on its head. Then, it rushed towards the distance with several other Quintapeds that followed it.
A moment. He reacted immediately. "The direction these monsters left... is this the direction from which the young wizards from several houses entered the Forbidden Forest? Did they abandon me and look for other little wizards?"
Now, his heart felt heavy. He felt more and more that the Quintapeds were evil and difficult to deal with. They had almost no human emotions, but they retained this cunning and sinister mind. There was no way to break the Invisibility Cloak on him, so were they going to take action against the other young wizards? Attack the enemy where they must be rescued to force him to show up? This was nothing. The Quintapeds were also using military tactics.
But he had to admit it. This trick was really effective. In Gryffindor, Neville had a good relationship with him. Not to mention the kids in his own house; he couldn't bear to watch them being eaten by the monsters in front of him. He took a deep breath, a cold and sharp light flashing across his eyes. He looked into the distance. "Dumbledore... haven't you escaped from Voldemort's trap yet? If we keep dragging it out like this, it will be too late."
Dumbledore couldn't be counted on. He shook his head. He quickened his pace and headed in the direction from where his house had entered the Forbidden Forest. If necessary, he would use the Invisibility Cloak to get close. Then there seemed to be no more efficient way to kill those monsters violently. So far, during the battle, he hadn't found the weakness of this transformed monster. He had wanted to delay the Auror Quintaped before to see if the balance of magic power in its body would be broken when it was called upon at a high frequency to cast spells. But now it seemed that Voldemort's method of adjusting the balance of magical power was indeed far beyond his imagination. So much magical power from different sources actually coexisted in a balanced manner in the bodies of these transformed monsters.
Thoughts kept flashing through his mind. It was at this moment that his footsteps suddenly stopped. An idea flashed through his mind. "Wait. More than six types of magic can coexist in a balanced manner, and they can still maintain balance even when called upon at high frequencies. This is truly remarkable. But it didn't take Voldemort long to transform them. Even with the most ingenious Dark Transfiguration techniques, can we transform so many and make them as stable as the magical beasts that spontaneously appear in the wizarding world? What's more, even organisms in nature can experience genetic mutations. Can this combined magic power really be as stable as a rock under any circumstances?"
His eyes lit up. "Perhaps... there's a way you can try."
Immediately, he quickened his pace, pondering his previous thoughts while continuing to chase into the Forbidden Forest.
At the same time, the young wizards who had been hiding had just breathed a sigh of relief when the Quintapeds were attracted away. Then they made a horrifying discovery. These monsters had actually come back to attack again. To the monsters, their hiding was no different from being open and aboveboard. The traces were too obvious. What's more, there were several Auror Quintapeds here. What they were best at in life was tracking. How could the young wizards hide from them even with their clumsy hiding?
The hiding young wizards were found by the monsters at an astonishing speed. Their eyes were full of greed and bloodthirstiness. But under the suppression of the elite Auror Quintaped, all the young wizards they found were brought to an open area in the center of the underground Forbidden Forest. Not long after, almost all the young wizards from the four houses were captured here. Looking at the monsters around that exuded a creepy aura, the young wizards had never experienced such a scene before. A small number of them fainted out of fright. Most of the rest were in fear and despair and had no courage to resist. Even the Gryffindors, known for their bravery, were like this.
Instead, it was the Hufflepuffs. After being caught, they seemed to have thought of something. Char had previously used a laser spell to attract all these monsters. But now, the monsters had captured them. Could it be...
Thinking of this possibility, the kids' eyes were red. Hannah was shaking all over. Like Char, Susan Bones, whose parents were killed by Death Eaters, lived with her aunt. It was also embarrassing. "You... what did you do to Char?!"
The elite Auror Quintaped saw Susan and Hannah's performance. A hint of malice flashed across its scarlet eyes. The methods it had seen when it was an Auror still remained in its mind. However, they could all be transformed into weapons against humans. These two little girls looked very sad. Then they must have a good relationship with Char, right? Just use them to make him come out obediently. If it was a dark wizard, he might not care. But such a young human wizard, especially from the house known for its unity, would definitely not remain indifferent. The elite Auror Quintaped gestured. An ordinary Quintaped let out a strange laugh of joy, saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth, as it slowly approached Hannah and Susan.
But the next moment, "Lumos—Acies!" two crisp spells rang out. Bright lasers shot out from the tips of Hannah and Susan's wands almost simultaneously. Although it was still far inferior to Char's laser spell, it already had a certain cutting ability. The two little girls, with unprecedented anger on their faces, one on the left and one on the right, fiercely slashed the laser spell on the monster's head.
This moment, it was as if they were inspired by their courage. The kids on the side also gritted their teeth and chanted the spell tremblingly. "Lumos—Acies!" Laser spells were fired one after another.
This scene was reflected in the eyes of the elite Auror Quintaped. It just felt a little wrong. How dare the cowardly Hufflepuffs take action in such a situation? A ferocious look flashed across its eyes. Why don't I just eat it? Or eat half. If we leave half of their bodies, their screams should be able to force out the little one that the master wants to kill, right?
Thinking of this, its neck immediately stretched out. The bloodthirsty beast overwhelmed the remaining Auror experience in its mind. He couldn't wait to take a bite, aiming for Susan and Hannah who were in the front. It seemed as if he wanted to tear their arms that were holding their wands off their bodies to fill his hungry stomach.
But at this moment, it was as if an invisible hand pulled Susan and Hannah, helping them avoid the bite of the elite Auror Quintaped. At the same time, a Sectumsempra spell landed on the monster, leaving a hideous wound. Feeling the pain, it let out a dull roar. But its head showed a smug smile. The human memory in its mind was correct. That Char Sprout, that special little Hufflepuff... he really came. He was wearing an Invisibility Cloak, so it couldn't find him. But now that he was here, he must die.
The elite Auror Quintaped grinned, speaking in indistinct human language. "Invisibility Cloak. Take it off. Otherwise, I'll eat them all."
The Quintapeds around couldn't contain their hunger and thirst any longer. At this moment, they also began to approach the remaining young wizards. Cries, shouts, and calls for help filled the air. The kids seemed to understand something. These monsters couldn't do anything to Char, so they were used to force him to show up.
"Don't come over here!" "Char, run, run!" The children's trembling cries also echoed in the air.
And at this time, under the public eye, Char took off his Invisibility Cloak. The elite Auror Quintaped's smile grew even more ferocious. Everything was exactly as it had expected.
But the next moment, Char laughed too. The smile was very cold. He raised his wand and thrust it forward. Then, smoke exploded and condensed into a seven-headed black snake shrouded in strong curse magic, roaring towards the sky. The seven pairs of eyes of the snake stared at the elite Auror Quintaped at the same time. The rich curse magic was triggered and wrapped around its body. In a moment, something seemed to begin to wriggle within the monster's body. Its laughter suddenly stopped.
Char's smile became brighter. The key to the transformation of the Quintaped was the extremely delicate balance of those magical powers. Voldemort's powerful transformation ability allowed them to always maintain the stability of their magic without external interference. But what if there was an external force interfering and destroying this balance? As it happened, he had an ability that could mix special magic into all magic like a thorn in the flesh. That was the curse.
Now, the effectiveness of the Bat-Bogey Hex also verified his guess. The cursed magic brought about by the simultaneous gaze of the seven black snakes alone was enough to cause the magic in the elite Auror Quintaped to show signs of imbalance. It began to lose control of its own body.
At this time, the seven-headed black snake was even destroyed by his wave of his wand, transforming into dozens of smaller poisonous snakes, each imbued with cursed magic, and falling towards the remaining Quintapeds. Their fangs bit in, pouring the cursed magic into their bodies. One after another, the Quintapeds showed the same symptoms of magical imbalance. The body that was pieced together began to lose control. Even some of their human limbs began to fester and fall off.
Right now, only the elite Auror Quintaped was able to rely on his already extremely powerful magical attainments to adjust the balance of magic and regain control of his body. It let out an angry growl, looking at Char as if it wanted to tear him into countless pieces. And at this moment, in the sky, a clear and melodious cry of a phoenix was heard. Everyone saw what it was.
It was a phoenix!
Fawkes still had a dirty hat in its mouth and threw it towards Char. It was the Sorting Hat. And in Char's sight, he could see a bright light flashing inside it. Having read the original novel, he certainly knew what it was.
With no time to think, Char reached out and pulled a cold sword from the Sorting Hat that fell from the sky. The Sword of Gryffindor!
With the sword in hand, Char's expression was a little strange. Did he meet the criteria for Gryffindor? Originally, he was thinking of using magic to deal with this elite Auror Quintaped that was already at the end of its strength. Now, the sword had come. What should he do?
"Never mind..." he muttered with a slow grin. "The atmosphere is here."
The next moment, one foot made a shallow pit in the ground. His whole body burst out with unimaginable speed, and he approached the elite Auror Quintaped in an instant. Even this monster couldn't react to his actions. It was at this moment that Char held the sword in one hand, infusing it with his strength. A refreshing swing. Then he turned around and put away his sword.
Not far away, Dumbledore and the others were arriving. And what came into view was this scene. Behind Char, the ferocious monster was cut in half and fell to the ground helplessly.
This moment, everyone seemed to be unable to breathe. All eyes were focused on Char. A first-year wizard, beheading with one sword—it was like a portrait full of epic feeling.
It was at this moment that Char wanted to say something else. But suddenly, he sensed several extremely strong forces of faith spreading out. One of the thin lines was shining with a dazzling golden light, which was much more powerful than all the power of faith that Char had obtained so far. And this line came from Dumbledore?!
The next second, on Char's system panel, the Demeter ritual magic that was originally a little short of the silver level suddenly started flashing wildly. It was like riding a rocket, rising rapidly.
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