Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 351 Chaos
"Fake, this...here comes a more ruthless one!"

Ludo stood there dumbfounded and cursed, his face collapsed, and the wand in his hand was a little unsteady.

He was too busy fighting the Dementors to see that they were being summoned by the MacGuffin.

And all the wizards in the stands who saw all this were dumbfounded, they couldn't believe what they saw.

At this time, after the Nightmare (black Thestral) burned all the dementors in the stands to ashes, it began to scream and rush to the sky above the Quidditch pitch.

The dementors who were still surrounding and fighting against Dumbledore's silver phoenix immediately wailed, turned quickly and fled towards the sky like crazy.

Like a frightened rat.

Jordan Bagman put away his wand and came to Dumbledore, looking at McGuffin Albert coldly.

——How did you ignore this little wizard just now? This is not what a third-year Hogwarts wizard should have!

No wonder such a new type of broom can be invented.

"I don't understand!—what's going on here!"

Ludo Bagman also knew what happened from his colleagues.

And at this moment, the thestral tore apart a few dementors, scared most of them away, and then returned to the stands, lowering its head and rubbing against McGuffin's body.

It seems that it is trying to be obedient and 'cute', caring about its owner.

But from time to time, he bared his mouth, revealing a mouthful of black fangs, to threaten the wizard who tried to get close to the MacGuffin, but it showed that all of that was faked, and it was essentially a monster among monsters, a nightmare capable of destroying dementors.

The wizards formed a circle around Dumbledore and MacGuffin.

From time to time, they looked at the MacGuffins, thestrals... from time to time they stared at the black ashes of the dementors on the ground, their eyes full of horror.

McGuffin no longer cared about the inner feelings and surprises of these wizards. He encountered even more unlucky and troublesome things.

—that Nightmare (or Thestrals) that had been summoned by him had just been more than just... shredding and devouring Dementors.

It also absorbs and devours the dark magic power, memories and emotions contained in these dementors, and even pours all these extremely painful emotions and dark magic power into his mind and body.

And he didn't use [Occlumency] to stop this emotion from the very beginning... This made the effect even more serious.

All of this, the sad singing... those screams of pain made him numb and petrified in place.

It is different from the one that has been hit by the [Petrification Curse]... a hard stone shell formed on the outside.

Now McGuffin felt that every cell, nerve, and blood in his body was jumping, tearing his body a little bit in all directions, making him unable to move.

When the thestrals came back to him and stopped tearing up and devouring those dementors, it was considered to have stabilized a little bit, no longer adding those dark magic and feelings out of thin air.

But when he tried his best to control the violent magic power in his body, something even more terrifying...happened!

——Unexpectedly, within reason.

[Blood Curse] Accompanied by this magic, these dark magic powers began to unleash rapidly, eroding his body.

【血咒（侵蚀度（49%）→（侵蚀度51%）→（69%）→（53%）→（48%）】发生了及其剧烈的变化。

Thanks to the fact that he is still in this kind of magic riot, and in the previous game, the talent points that Wood released about the new broom task, he used all of them to fight and reduce the erosion of [Blood Curse].

The combination of the two conditions prevented him from directly turning into a wild beast, a cold giant python in front of everyone.

But even so... the skin of the MacGuffin beneath his robes...

He could feel that it had begun to gradually change into cold scales...

He could feel with his tongue that the teeth in his mouth were beginning to sharpen gradually.

— Gan!

McGuffin knew that he had to find a way to inform Dumbledore that he had to get out of here,... away from these wizards.

But at this moment, he couldn't even open his mouth to speak.

He could only freeze in place, maintaining the posture of waving his wand.

At this time, other wizards such as Jordan Mandela and Ludo Bagman also realized that something was wrong.

"McGuffin?! You..."

"Are you all right? Little one!?"

They try to get close to the MacGuffin.

--puff!

The Thestral stamped its hooves a few times, took a strong step forward, snorted and neighed, the flames on its body swept violently and burned for a while.

Everyone backed away in alarm.

——Ahhhhhh!

Ludo Bagman screamed and jumped, and with a wave of his wand, the robe on his body was torn apart, and the black flame was still burning.

In desperation, he tore the clothes on his body to shreds again... time and time again... In the end, he could only expose half of his naked body.

However, Ludo's underwear inside was burned, but he was still unscathed, and there was no scar on the skin.

It's just that the clothes are gone, and the torn pieces of clothes fall to the ground and turn into ashes.

Like a warning!

The adult wizards in the stands peeked at each other.

——That thing seems to be intelligent?
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" shouted many wizards.

"Wait!" Professor Dumbledore glanced at McGuffin, but didn't move. He was busy directing the silver phoenix with his wand to drive away the small number of dementors that scattered and rushed towards other stands.

"All right!"

After dozens of seconds, Dumbledore finally freed his hands after seeing the silver wolf, the doe, and the cat... and the patron saints of some other professors were able to protect the stands and the safety of the students in the corridor.

The silver phoenix landed on his shoulder, and he sang softly at the thestral burning with black flames, somewhat uneasy.

Thestral (Nightmare) also raised its skull-like face, and after snorting, it spewed out a few brown sparks, very disdainful.

Then it turned its head to look at the MacGuffin, stretched out its flame-breathing (translucent black) tongue, and gently licked the MacGuffin's face.

Looks very docile.

Those black flames didn't hurt McGuffin, instead, they burned on his skin, (like the train last time) and there was no change.

This made Ludo Bagman's eyes widen.

He was trying to peel off the robes of his subordinates and put them on his body, because the size was different, it was very laborious, and it was even tighter after putting it on, which was a bit ridiculous.

Dumbledore observed the McGuffin, took a step forward and stretched out his skinny left hand, wanting to touch it.

Thestral began to get angry, it opened its mouth suddenly and sprayed out a big mouthful of black flames, flapped its wings ferociously, and jumped up with its front hooves, as if it was going to make a prelude to attack.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Ludo called.

He immediately thought of what happened to him just now. It was a sneak attack and immoral for a century-old professor to be treated like this.

Dumbledore obviously noticed the process of McGuffin casting the magic,
With a wave of his wand, the silver phoenix on his shoulder temporarily stopped the Thestral halfway, delaying its attack.

(But it's just a stalemate. When fighting against the dementors, Silver Phoenix has already consumed too much power)
Then--

"Call God-Nightmare!"

Dumbledore's wand also spewed black flames from the tip, whizzed and rolled up, and turned into a phoenix that screamed and flapped its wings, appearing in front of everyone.

——It was a phoenix that was also burning with black translucent magic flames.

It raised its sharp claws and swooped over, trying to grab the Thestral's neck...

Black feathers, flesh and blood formed by translucent flames... fur...splashing in mid-air... flames from their mouths directly collided with each other, falling in mid-air together with rainwater like fireworks...

The two monsters fought in the stands, and the wizards in the stands avoided one after another, and some even left this place of right and wrong directly.

McGuffin froze in place, unable to turn his head, and could only watch the fight between the two monsters out of the corner of his eye, waiting for this shit-like thing to be quickly resolved by Dumbledore.

But before that, he must quickly use [Occlumency Technique] to stop these negative emotions of pain, powerlessness, sadness and despair that flooded into his heart. (Also to prevent the old bee from observing his own memory through insanity.)
McGuffin focused his attention on his breathing again and again, feeling his own magic power, driving him to calm down.

The degree of erosion (49%-50%) has also gradually stabilized within this range.

——But the change of snake form that has been activated is still irreversible,

He could feel that his body under the robe began to gradually melt, and the feeling of scorching hot on the outside and stinging cold on the inside was constantly impacting on his brain...

After the phoenix and thestrals neighed extremely violently and sharply, McGuffin knew nothing.

……

Trembling, Harry took the black chocolate handed over by Madam Pomfrey, took a big bite, and felt the warm current gradually coming from the stomach in his body, and began to flow slowly all over his body.

The numbness of freezing in my head gradually subsided...

He just felt better.

"These damned guys are crazy!"

"Minerva! Dumbledore shouldn't have agreed with Connelly to send these things over."

Pomfrey turned to Professor McGuffin and complained after giving Hufflepuff Seeker Cedric Diggory a chunk of chocolate.

"Such monsters shouldn't exist in this school... things like this will happen sooner or later, look at them... how much damage they will do to the little wizard's mind!"

"Hi! Fred, George! Harry! Do you hear me?"

A black wizard with dreadlocks squeezed past the professors, came up to the two Quidditch teams, and greeted Harry with undisguised curiosity in his eyes.

It's Lee Jordan,

He is the commentator of the Quidditch game and the twins' best friend in the same grade.

Although he deliberately lowered his voice, it was obvious that Professor McGonagall chose him as the narrator because of the guy's naturally loud voice.

So even though he did that, the voice was still loud, and the gloating in his tone immediately caught the professors' attention.

"Hai brother!"

Fred and George were obviously just as excited about it all.

The two of them hurriedly pulled Harry and Jordan away from the professors, and came to the corner between the stands and the corridor.

— There is no one here.

Harry took the opportunity to look around down the pitch.

The icy mist has begun to recede gradually.

Professors, Hogwarts staff, some Ministry of Magic staff, prefects, and student representatives are trying their best to maintain order and calm down the little wizards who are still yelling.

After the mist engulfed, the secondary damage caused by those dementors... is still happening until now.

Many little wizards ran around when the dense fog appeared... Some even got squeezed out of the stands, or jumped off automatically, and broke their legs because they didn't calculate the casting distance properly.

The chaos continued to develop amidst the screams.

A little farther away from the Quidditch pitch, you can see that some clever little wizards have fled away.

In the face of crisis, their ingenuity was immediately stimulated, and various methods of magic were developed.

Some two little wizards cast levitation spells or shock-absorbing spells on each other... In short, they are jumping like McGuffins, using 'lightness' to stay away from here;
Some senior-looking little wizards directly turned their limbs into horseshoes, and quickly left with a hop, but it was obvious that he was not suitable for this method, and he couldn't even keep up with the little wizard who was running with his legs next to him...

It is also thanks to the unexplained first-year dung egg incident, and the 'Hogwarts catastrophe' caused by second-year Ron... Hogwarts school has coping experience and regulations. (This is all Professor McGonagall's tears).

When the event was held, Professor McGonagall, as the vice-principal (as expected), sent all the prefects and staff to each stand.

There will always be some teaching staff and senior seniors in front of the little wizards, so that after what happened just now, the chaos and damage caused will not be too large.

The storm continued, and the chaos almost prevented most of the students and professors from casting spells to protect themselves from the rain.

They were all drenched one by one.

And it doesn't stop there...

Almost everyone saw that black flaming Thestral rushing out of a certain stand, rampaging in the sky, tearing up the dementors, devouring them, and burning them into strands of black ashes, which drifted away in the storm.

Everyone is wondering what the hell is going on?

Like Lee Jordan and the twins.

"Did you see that? That dementor almost pulled me off the broom!"

"Harry, it's thanks to you casting that or something...【Protection Charm】! We didn't get caught up by the dementors..."

"George, you have to be more serious when you are in class. It's the [Patronus Charm]. To be honest, if you continue to be so ignorant, you won't be able to find a job."

Fredella taught George aloud, following Percy's example, and made everyone laugh under their breath.

"However, to be honest, you know the monster that was covered in black flames at the end... who summoned it!"

"Dude, that thing is no joke!"

"The coming of so many dementors is the scariest thing I can think of...and that monster...have you seen it? It swallowed those monsters with ease and burned them to ashes...I've never heard of such a terrible thing in my life...Compared to this, a dementor is as harmless as a velvet."

"I'm sure that's the black curse cast by Dumbledore to protect us!" Lee Jordan looked at Professor McGonagall furtively, pulled the shoulders of several people, and whispered next to their heads.

"Impossible, he is the headmaster of Hogwarts!" Harry questioned.

But at the same time, he hoped in his heart that what Lee Jordan said was true and that would be great, because he remembered the crazy act of McGuffin picking up his wand and stabbing a dementor to death at the beginning of this semester.

That scene was still vivid in his mind, and even dispelled the uncomfortable feeling caused by the dementor in Harry.

Such a big scene should not be caused by McGuffin, right?
--No way?

(End of this chapter)