Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 269 Blood Tree

but……

More TM fun is yet to come.

McGuffin suddenly saw the four people casting [Frozen Flame Curse] on himself,
(A magic spell that makes people look burning, can reduce the temperature of the flame to normal temperature, and is often used to tease the Muggles who tried to burn wizards in the Middle Ages).

Then I tried my best to pretend to be in some kind of pain, 'Ahh! ' shouted.

At this moment, McGuffin, he suddenly realized what this is now.

What the hell is this one

—— Large-scale role-playing games, or RPG real virtual reality games.

Or medieval European background.

Gan!
Real NM can play!

Deeply admire, deeply admire!
Although McGuffin realized what was going on with all this!

But this has not changed the current status quo.

Where is the world tree?

What's under the watchful eye of the Big Four?

— Dry hair!

McGuffin cursed loudly in his heart.

Do you want to strike up a conversation one by one to trigger the task?
How about an Assassin's Creed, a one-hit kill, and then a leap of faith?
Maybe it's a 'true medieval peerless'!
Or 'Sekiro' and 'Dark Soul Series'...it doesn't look like this style either!

Play an adventure game with magic left by wizards thousands of years ago!
Is there anything more magical and realistic than this?
……

Could it be any more magical than this?

Even the wizarding world is too exaggerated!
Our Minister of Magic cursed in his heart, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

Cornelius Fudge looked at everything in front of him... He felt that he was not in the modern magical world, but returned to before the Middle Ages, when the Roman Empire had not yet collapsed,
That kind of myth has not gone away, ancient wizards and all kinds of fantasy races are rampant in the world era...

——The sense of absurdity filled his heart and could not be dispelled.

Although I knew that Dumbledore could summon thunder and control the weather last time, but... this is too exaggerated!

The Aurors and other professors in the current Ministry of Magic are completely out of control.

Just when their line was about to collapse, Dumbledore began to cast spells to prevent the giant tree from continuing to attack, not only that... he even split the sky, the ground was split open, and thunder bombarded the willow tree one after another like raindrops.

The branches that once covered the sky were constantly being torn apart and rolled into the sky.

Dark clouds, air masses, soil, dead wood, stones mixed together... forming a huge vortex.

The whole world seems to be rubbed by someone, making a mess.

Only Dumbledore was temporarily calm.

Wizards, centaurs, unicorns, and nearby surviving magical animals (Dumbledore ordered the centaurs to bring these animals here as much as possible, or drive them away to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.)
They couldn't help shivering watching all this.

But even after such a mighty storm and thunderstorms...

When everything calmed down (Dumbledore canceled the casting of the spell), the giant willow tree seemed to be leaning a little... The roots as thick as a big bus turned up from the soil, half exposed.

Other than that, it's also just a little bald.

When the storm subsided, those huge branches fell from the sky in bits and pieces, knocking down trees in other Forbidden Forests.

Where Ginny and the others were, the shield had been submerged and covered by the sweeping soil, dead leaves, and dead branches... Only a little silver-white translucent light shield was still on.

However, to Fudge's relief, Gilderoy Lockhart had disappeared.

It seemed that the hurricane brought by Dumbledore was swept away.

"Hurry up, bring the little wizard back and send him to St. Mungo's Hospital!" Fudge shouted loudly.

At this time, he was alive again.

"Wait, Connelly! It's not over yet," said Dumbledore calmly.

"What, oh, I know that the willow tree is not dead yet, but what we need now is to save the little wizards! As for the tree, we will figure out a way later... Since no one is directing the willow tree, it should be very simple... to rescue those little wizards first!"

Cornelius Fudge was not finished.

There was a sound of cracking wood.

The crowd looked intently.

Professor Sprout exclaimed, "This is impossible... this... obviously all the World Trees..."

"No, this is not, this is the blood tree created by the despicable Hai Erbo..."

She realized that she had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly shut up.

But the others didn't care about the sound, all their attention was focused on the bottom of the huge willow tree... the stump.

Suddenly a big bag bulged out there.

Then the bark of the willow tree was torn apart.

Click, click!
The bark cracked open, revealing some kind of dark green muscles that were beating and wriggling inside, and some silky translucent granulations were sticky connected to each other,... Green and blood red viscous solution continuously flowed out from the crack.

Gilderoy Lockhart is slowly coming out of it!
His body was full of sticky, threadlike granulation, sticking to him like some kind of chewing gum.

Very disgusting!

However, Professor Lockhart, who had obviously lost his mind, no longer cared about his attire.

In this way, he walked out step by step, breaking off the things connected to his body.

Roaring, he directed the giant willow tree to attack again.

At this time, those thin branches have been broken, and now only the thickest branches are still on the willow tree.

I don't know if it's because of the reduced weight, the lethality of this tree...is greater.

Its trunk was well arched, and its gnarled branches beat hard where they stood.

Like hammering the ground.

Professors, the Aurors hurriedly dodged.

boom!
The ground was smashed into a big hole.

Then came another sweep.

Trees break, stones, mud splash.

A few Aurors didn't react, so they could only rely on the [Protective Curse] to try to block it, but they were immediately slapped away like bugs.

——Rolling and screaming in the sky.

"We can't go on like this! We must find a way to deal with Lockhart first...

"Professor McGonagall yelled, she could see that everything was controlled by Lockhart.

Although he lost his intelligence like a wild beast, it is obvious that his fighting instinct like a wild beast allowed him to establish a very special spiritual connection with this weird and evil giant tree. He couldn't find a way to deal with this enhanced version of the Whomping Willow before he stunned that guy!
Maybe it's because the professors and Aurors are always out of reach.

Lockhart was furious, roared ferociously, and then those thick branches split open automatically, separated the branches, and turned into five smaller branches.

Like a broom, it swept across, covered with blood-colored branches...or granulation buds trembling and wriggling.

"Get out of the way!"

Professor Flitwick yelled.

Anyone with long eyes can see that this thing is not a fun thing.

It's just... the coverage of this thing is too wide.

Even with every effort to get away quickly, one Auror's left arm was touched by those granulated branches.

"--what!"

he screamed.

Those branches and granulation are like living parasites with independent self-awareness.

Wriggling, spreading, tightly wrapped around that arm.

Like some kind of exposed blood vessel, it swells, beats, and continuously sucks blood.

In a few seconds, all the fluid was sucked up from his entire arm,

- The skin is tightly wrapped around the bone.

"Fractured!"

As a last resort, Auror endured the pain and directly split his arm with a magic wand.

"Restore as usual!"

Fudge next to him saw that he quickly cast a healing spell.

Temporarily blocked the blood, and then dragged the Auror to his side.

At this time, the Auror had already passed out due to severe pain or excessive blood loss.

Professor Sprout hurried over and checked, "It doesn't look poisonous... It's safer to send it to St. Mungo's Hospital as soon as possible!"

After finishing speaking, she put the hapless Auror on the centaur next to him and told him to rush to Madam Pomfrey at Hogwarts School Hospital first.

(Since Dumbledore finished casting the spell that summoned the storm, most of the centaurs have led other intelligent creatures in the Forbidden Forest to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and maintained order, so that they try not to run to Hogwarts Castle and this battlefield...)
Dumbledore watched all this with a frown, turned his head and said calmly to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, take the other professors to the back..."

After a pause, he continued, "Clean up the surrounding woods for a hundred meters first, and don't leave anything that can burn..."

"Albus! Don't you..."

"Do you want to use Fiendfire?"

"But it's uncontrollable, let alone such a big willow tree... If it gets out of control, everything will be irreversible!"

"Not only the Forbidden Forest, but even Hogwarts Castle may be affected... What's more, the little wizard is still there... And didn't you say that Professor Lockhart was controlled by the [Voodoo Curse]?"

asked Professor McGonagall sharply.

"That's why I said that the trees that are nearly [-] meters long, and even all the sundries and dead leaves must be cleaned up, and nothing that can be burned can be left..."

"As for the little wizard and Lockhart, I'll take care of it... just wait for the signal."

"But..." Fudge also heard this conversation, his face was very ugly, and he didn't quite agree with this method.

But before he could say a few more words, the attack of the giant tree came again.

The ground kept shaking.

Aurors, professors' spell attacks are useless.

The flame curse, the freezing curse, falling apart,... Even the unforgivable curse of Ava gnawing a big melon only temporarily turned the outer skin of a branch into dead white, but within a few tens of seconds, it fell off automatically, and the granulation was bloodshot. The red-green solution continued to spread and repaired the damaged place.

It can't go on any longer, not only the magical power of the wizards, but even their physical strength is fundamentally so fierce and continuous.

In the wizarding world for decades, no, or hundreds of years, there has not been such a violent conflict.

They have no experience in dealing with monsters that cannot be dealt with by this kind of spell. Now even monsters with the most powerful spell protection, such as dragons and giants, can defeat them by strengthening the power of the spell in various ways.

They are simply unaware of their physical limitations.

Seeing his colleagues exhausted, Professor McGonagall knew that there was no other way to do it now.

When things were like this, she could only trust Dumbledore as usual.

"All right!"

"Get ready, I'm sending out sky red fireworks!"

"Okay! At that time, I will also launch blue fireworks. Minerva, you and the other professors will use the [Fierfflame Curse] to burn from behind!" Dumbledore said with an Obstacle Curse, knocking away the nearby branches.

"Do you have to use [Fiendfire]?"

Professor Flitwick was a little worried that even Dumbledore would have difficulty controlling this ancient spell that the professors were casting together.

Once out of control... In the worst case, if the spell returns, the consequences are unimaginable.

"This is the only way!" Sprout smashed a tree root protruding from the soil and continued, "I remembered... This thing is the imitation of the World Tree by 'Despicable Haierbo'... The blood tree created can grow infinitely and feed on the blood of living things... The more magical the blood is, the more it can stimulate its growth."

"And depending on the situation, it seems that this thing can trigger different mutations through magic power... Now this thing has the magic power of Whomping Willow and the vampire vine on that cruise ship... If it is allowed to grow like this, Hogwarts Castle will soon be affected..."

"And this thing is only in its infancy!"

Professor Sprout emphasized.

"Childhood?"

Fudge looked at the towering giant tree in front of him, and couldn't believe it at all.

But the director also made up his mind——we must not let this thing continue to grow.

"The despicable Hai Erbo finally destroyed this thing only through the [Fierffire Curse]." Finally, Professor Sprout added.

Next, they dispersed, preparing to burn the huge strange tree with Fierce Fire Curse from all directions.

Just like how Hai Erbo, who created this thing thousands of years ago, handled it.

……

"The despicable Hai Erbo once created all kinds of charming monsters...not only the basilisk, but also the blood tree created by imitating the world tree...that guy is really a genius of that era."

"I think you should know, too! Harry... After all, your friend, MacGuffin Albert, has already found this out. Isn't it?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten... that [Despicable Hai Erbo] in the Restricted Section... haven't you seen the description of the giant tree?"

Riddle laughed sharply, and the laughter echoed in the secret room layer by layer, making people shiver.

Voldemort was showing off how he could turn the entire wizarding world around with a little plant.

Just like how he framed Hagrid back then.

"Since there are other ways of rejuvenating...it would be too risky for me to go back to Hogwarts Castle. It's a pity I won't be able to let you witness my famous feat of catching Hagrid's big fool,"

"Hagrid's my friend," said Harry, his voice trembling with anger. "You framed him!"

(End of this chapter)