Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 407 Reunion ([-])
"and many more!"

McGuffin blocks George and Fred's progress.

They have reached the top of the stone ladder, and will soon reach the basement of [Honey Dukes].

Several people could even hear the Froomes groaning in pain.

"What are you waiting for? Those Death Eaters are all below. I counted all the ones that were published in the newspapers, except for Sirius Black. Black is all below."

"We must hurry up and find other wizards to save Harry."

the twins yelled, and they ran up, trying to get through the floor door.

"Wait a minute, McGuffin is right, don't you find it strange?" Hermione also agreed with McGuffin, "Where did the dementors in front of them come from?"

"And it's hard to imagine that these Death Eaters rushed down without staying on guard, unless...unless there is something on top that reassures them that no one will come in through this entrance."

"I said, whether it's Sirius, or a dementor...we don't have a choice! Come up!" Ron screamed.

He pointed down.

Led by the dementors, the Death Eaters were quickly approaching them from the stone stairs below, Harry was controlled by them and followed behind.

"McGuffin!"

The twins shouted sternly.

"Walk!

McGuffin also knew that now he could only gamble.

He bit the bullet and cast a [Protective Curse] on a few of them, then took the wand and took the lead in rushing into the underground room of [Honey Duke].

Unexpectedly, they rushed into the cellar, and when they glanced,
--Nothing at all.

There were no hordes of Dementors waiting in line for them, and no other Death Eaters guarding the place.

The floor is full of crumbs and dust from broken boards, messy things piled up, and the wall is full of old wooden chairs and wooden boxes (there are opened wooden boxes full of chocolate frog pentagon boxes)... and there are many leftover magic candy cakes, and various candy wrappers are scattered all over the floor...

Looks like - the Death Eaters are feasting here.

The Froomes were suspended in the air by a spell, hanging upside down from a wall.

Their eyes were empty and terrified, and their bodies were twitching constantly.

A faint groan from them, seeing that it was not a Death Eater, for help.

McGuffin waved his wand and slowly lowered the two to the ground.

Then, under the door facing the floor, the Death Eaters who were running wildly on the stone ladder fired [obstacles], [blazing flames], and finally directly extended the stone ladder by a long distance with the [stretchless spell].

"--Do not!"

Bellatrix's roar came from below.

Just as McGuffin was thinking about how to stop these Death Eaters and divert Harry, Ron next to him suddenly screamed anxiously, "McGuffin! McGuffin!"

He turned his head and saw that the tortured and dying Froomes were struggling to lift their scarred arms, pointing to the top of their heads reluctantly.

McGuffin immediately felt a chill, feeling like falling into an ice cellar.

Look up.

An irregularly changing pitch-black sphere, shaped like mercury, was floating above their heads, slowly wriggling on the top of the cellar ceiling.

Several people stared blankly, and after careful identification, they found that the thing was not a liquid, but a black smoke, mixed with countless floating black fluff, and occasionally some scabs, scorched black hands, and gray corpse faces.

These things are so seamless that it's almost impossible to tell anything from them.

You can only confirm with your own imagination.

——The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

"McGuffin!"

George and Fred made another discovery. They found a large pile of black robes piled up like a hill from behind a pile of wooden boxes.

There was a rotting corpse smell on it, like a corpse soaked in water.

"This……"

Several people looked at each other, even if they didn't speak, they could know that they had the same thoughts.

"Dementors!" George said from everyone's heart.

"They don't all turn into that thing!" Ron said tremblingly, "Let's get out of here quickly!"

"Anyway, it's definitely not a good stubble!"

Ron just said this, and the thing printed a pattern like a skeleton's claws from inside,
Immediately afterwards, one click, one click, countless paw marks were instantly displayed on the sphere,
(It looks like countless monsters have been imprisoned inside... as if something is going to come out of it)
"But...Harry!" McGuffin hesitated, he already understood why the Death Eaters had to take Harry with him.

Voldemort was definitely connected to those Death Eaters, and Harry's blood was what Voldemort wanted most for his resurrection.

And once they are allowed to leave the range of Hogwarts, it is estimated that these guys will bring Harry directly to Voldemort. This is not the same as in the fourth plot, what kind of Portkey...

How did Harry come back...

In case Harry really died in this wave.

If this is the case, the HP world will be completely collapsed, and McGuffin has no idea what he will do in the future.
And he couldn't forgive himself.

What's more, now... being summoned, the 'Nightmare' covered in black flames is jumping up and down in mid-air in the room, eager to try.

It kept sending excited messages in McGuffin's mind, wanting to devour and absorb something like this strange ball.

Very eager, this guy was eager and afraid, and kept urging McGuffin.

On the other hand, that stone staircase won't delay much time, they have to make a decision before Bellatrix and those Death Eaters come up...

is to go?

stay?

still is……

Just as he was thinking, the black nightmare in front of McGuffin gave him another wave of uneasiness.

Unknowingly, it suddenly became strongly afraid of the pitch-black sphere above it.

At this time, the strange thing above their heads also suddenly began to change.

It squirmed quickly and expanded rapidly, and various withered skeleton faces appeared from inside. They struggled to get out, but they were tightly wrapped by a layer of black mist, like a balloon membrane, and tightly strangled inside.

The two were constantly suppressing each other and merging in front of McGuffin and the others.

The faces of those skeletons roared, pulling out marks on the film,

Very chilling.

This is--

The terrifying scene appeared in McGuffin's mind.

"It's a dementor...that's the face of a dementor."

McGuffin recalled the true face of the monster he saw when he inserted the Thestral wand into the hapless Dementor,

Yes, very similar, almost identical.

(However, the dementor is scabbed gray skin, like a mutated corpse, with a mouth that opens in the middle like an invisible black hole, and every breath seems to suck the soul of others.

And now the things above their heads have been completely skeletonized,
Although the two are slightly different, the chilling feeling they bring is very similar and makes people shudder. )
At the same time, a burst of translucent black flames appeared on McGuffin's body. His magic power and blood curse had begun to get out of control. The scales on his arms rose and fell one after another, just after being suppressed, they resurfaced again...

The [Blood Curse] displayed on the system (erosion degree → 68% → 57% → 62%) is also changing back and forth. Fortunately, he already has experience in this, and with [Occlumency] and the talent points he usually accumulates, he can barely maintain his body without too much change.

He quickly pulled the neckline of the robe to cover the dense black scales on his neck. Fortunately, all eyes were on the strange black ball above their heads, and no one noticed the changes on his body.

The size of the black ball continued to expand, and it had begun to occupy more than half of the space above the cellar, and the surface of the thing had gradually approached McGuffin and the others.

"what!"

Fred yelled, and he threw Mrs. Froome directly to the ground.

McGuffin looked back, and those black robes that were piled up like a hill began to float up and swell up automatically, like a transparent figure or ghost covering them,
Then they passed George one by one, Fred passed by, and floated directly under the black ball, which was the center of the cellar.

McGuffin and the others couldn't help avoiding these weird black robes of unknown monsters.

Then, a jagged crack began to tear in the middle of the pitch-black sphere, like some kind of weird fangs and bloody mouth.

In the deepest, darkest, and deepest part of the sphere... there are two bright spots of red mist floating, and some black smoke is sucked out from there, turning into black bone skeletons, covered in black robes, floating in the air.

There are five or six in total, and they are still being created continuously from the inside out.

White mist began to pour out from the hems, sleeves, and hoods that covered the faces of the monsters supported by black robes, and it was opened wide like a faucet that couldn't be turned on.

The mist gurgled out and could not be stopped.

In just two or three seconds, the entire cellar was flooded, and it flowed into the underground passage along the floor door.

The thick fog covered almost all their vision, and they couldn't see clearly from two or three meters away. Ron, Hermione and the others were blurred in it, far or near... Only the dark ball with the terrifying "big mouth" above it was not affected.

Fortunately...the dementor-like monsters floated around the ball like guards, guarding the thing, and did not attack it.

And those icy, bitter and desperate breaths kept piercing into their minds...

This made the McGuffins immediately understand...

That thing is undeniably—

It is a dementor.

They were right about the idea of ​​the giant black ball—it was a collection of dementors.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely familiar and unforgettable voice sounded from above, which made McGuffin terrified.

It slowly came out from that cracked and seeping sharp mouth.

The voice is hoarse and sharp, just listening to it makes people shudder and scalp numb.

"What a joy! Today is destined to be a good day for reunion..."

"I've been looking forward to our meeting again... I even want to see you more than Harry."

"Yes, MacGuffin Albert... I have met Harry."

"It seems that those trash have failed again... However, this is also a matter of course. I have already smelled the magic power that is gradually decaying and darkening in you. After all, you are a proud work that I fancy and create. Naturally, those idiots can't stop you...Let me see what you have grown in the past two years! Albert, my dear student."

"Come on!"

McGuffin called to Hermione and the others, and he swung his wand sharply at the inky orb.

"Fierce Curse!"

From the tip of the wand, a flaming serpent spouted towards the thing.

After connecting everything, McGuffin has roughly guessed that this thing is Voldemort.

But... but how could he appear here?"

However, now is not the time to think about these things, McGuffin is desperately blocking Voldemort, trying to block, or confuse the Dark Lord for a moment...

How many of them can escape.

Voldemort let out a shrill laugh.

The 'red eyes' kept flashing, and two withered giant hands suddenly protruded from the gaping jagged terrifying mouth, as big and thick as Hagrid's arms, but they had no skin and flesh, and were composed of black, dry skeleton arm bones and hand bones.

The strange hand grabbed the python that Li Huo had turned into.

Pulling the illusory black flame python violently, it was torn into pieces in a few strokes.

Then jets of black smoke from the 'huge mouth' offset each other with the shattered and scattered black flames,

--what!

--what!

Every contact and collision between the two of them made a piercing cry like a baby crying.

And McGuffin has no magic power at all at this time, he can't even maintain his own shape.

When Voldemort's voice sounded, the [Blood Curse] began to erode his body and mind more quickly.

McGuffin tightly grasped the wand in his hand, and his five fingers even melted and stuck together, and the scales continued to deform and grow.

MD!

Is it going to hang here?
Shir!
"Run! Leave me alone, this guy is Voldemort... Go tell the others..."

He shouted in the mist, trying his best to give others a chance to live.

McGuffin had to announce the real body of this thing, let Hermione and the others know the priorities, and hurried to ask for help.

As for himself, McGuffin planned to give Voldemort a hard time (using that black nightmare to directly devour the Dementor, devouring this strange form that Voldemort now possesses).

Now he can't care about the backlash from [Blood Curse] and the possible consequences of such a reckless action.

Anyway, falling into the hands of Voldemort is not much better.

"Call God Dream—"

He squeezed out all the remaining magic power in his body, waved his wand, recalled his angry and painful memories, and planned to ignite all his last bit of magic power into that strange summoned creature similar to the black nightmare (or a Thestral).

At this moment, there was a muffled explosion outside, and the wooden door above the wooden stairs leading upstairs was blasted open, shattered into seven or eight pieces, and fell into the cellar.

The white mist rushed over there instantly like a flood breaking a bank, and flowed out at a high speed.

In an instant, the situation in the cellar became much clearer.

"Who?"

Voldemort was so surprised that two hollow red eyes flickered.

He obviously didn't think of this kind of thing.

"Go, catch them!"

He gave an order, and the dementors that had been differentiated from his body floated and rushed towards the blasted door above the stairs.

Then a white light flashed.

The dementors that rushed out were floating backwards, and rolled back to the original place from mid-air.

At this time, Bellatrix finally caught up under the floor door.

(End of this chapter)