Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 542 Harry's Challenge

There was silence in the old classroom, the triangular flame fence swayed and licked... heat waves kept hitting Harry's cheeks.

The huge bodies of the four giant statues above the head flicker with the light of the flames.

The four huge faces looked up from the ground, and there was an indescribable horror.

They imitate Nuo's life, ... aloof, admiring the games among the ants.

The audience outside the flame fence made unknown comments. Whether these voices were benevolent or malicious, Harry had no way of knowing, and now he could not allow him to be distracted.

The goblet of fire on the stone platform was the same as the previous few times, with four streams of flames leaping out,

Filled by these magical flames, the phantoms of the Big Four gradually became fuller, possessing flesh, and covered with an illusory translucent skin... It's like a black and white photo is gradually filled with color.

Harry knew he had to... clear his mind and focus completely, absolutely, on the challenge ahead.

Although it was unlikely to win, he definitely didn't want to lose face in front of Snape, and Cedric... like George, Fred's twin brothers.

'At the very least,... at least pass the test of the first phantom! 'Harry hoped so.

Then the phantom of Slytherin... the most troublesome, most innate phantom came out of the four.

Compared with the old and ugly stone statue in the underground chamber, the phantom of Slytherin in front of him is younger,
The translucent black and white beard was braided into small braids... hanging down from the chin and the sides of the cheeks,
His hair was tangled and messy, casually draped over his shoulders, and like a thin snake... twisting and twisting,

It's like the legendary Medusa, except that the person in front of her is not the kind of curvy beauty, but a slovenly old man.

Thousands of poisonous snakes are embroidered on the dark green robe,
constantly intertwined with each other.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear ~hissing~ sounding around the Slytherin.

The Slytherins stopped when they came to a distance of twenty paces from Harry, performing a wizard duel ritual.

Harry, who had known this step for a long time, also made the same movement at the same time.

- It's about to start.

The surroundings began to become completely silent.

The phantoms of Harry and Slytherin looked at each other, and at the same time began to circle around each other facing each other.

He could see the jumping flames in the phantom's eyes, the blazing... fiery red magic flames that were about to burst out.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Harry always feels that compared to what he saw last time (the time when Slytherin Phantom and Akagi Eiichi confronted each other)...

Now, the magic flame in the phantom's eyes is more vigorous, and the oppression and fear it gives him are also stronger.

It stared intently at Harry's chest.

'As if...as if, this thing, this phantom really wanted to kill him. ' Harry shuddered.

'Oolong out of the hole! '

Slytherin stopped abruptly and waved his wand.

All the long snakes on his green robe poured out like a flood from a reservoir... and rushed towards Harry.

Slytherin hissed.

"Kill~ kill him... tear him apart..."

Harry took a sharp step back, his calves trembling a little, resisting the thought of retreating, and stood firmly on the spot.

He didn't want to run away from Snape.

Harry could feel the back of his left... Snape's stinging, burning gaze.

This guy was staring at himself, trying to make a fool of himself.

Harry couldn't accept this.

So he encouraged himself to face everything bravely, to... no,

--wrong!
Harry suddenly realized that something was wrong!
'The phantom seems to really want to kill itself! '

The Slytherin phantom stomped, hissed, and commanded the snakes (there were rattlesnakes, the very famous snakes among the snakes) to kill Harry, and he raised his wand.

'Avada Kedavra! '

A green light shot out from his wand, making a soundless, direct... punching a deep hole in the ground.

Fortunately, Harry realized something was wrong in advance, and ran with all his strength, away from his original position.

'Torn apart! '

'Thunderbolt explosion! '

'Visceral boiling'

Harry scrambled around in a small open space, staring at the tip of the Slytherin phantom wand,
Whenever Slytherin made a move, he jumped around, like a mouse being played with by a cat, avoiding the deadly curse in advance.

He could hear the audience outside...professors, warriors, staff of the Ministry of Magic, etc., yelling in panic and anxiously calling for help.

Professor McGonagall shouted at Dumbledore; Hagrid shouted Harry's name in amazement, fear, and worry... Some warriors were discussing, some were coming up with ideas, some were discussing Harry's identity and the conspiracy behind it; Professor Flitwick was shouting loudly—demanding that Barty Crouch immediately shut down this magic ritual; Ludo Bagman was incapable of defending this matter, and he kept shirking his responsibility...

All kinds of sounds are intertwined and mixed together, making this place noisy and chaotic, just like being on the field.

But whatever they did, Harry had no time to think about it now.

All his attention, energy, was now on that damned wand tip.

(Not sure if it's because Slytherin is a phantom, or if this idiot magic ritual went wrong...

Every time Slytherin swung his wand, there was an obvious stiff pause in his movements, and each time he was slower, and the spell was only aimed at Harry's original position every time-this also gave Harry a glimmer of life. )
Panting, he moved his steps quickly, avoiding the spell.

Harry felt his legs getting heavier and heavier, his lungs were burning, and every breath felt like an ice knife scraping the lung tubes,
The heat wave from the flame fence and the violent and rapid running made Harry dizzy even more.
The sweat on the forehead dripped from the eyebrows and eyelashes...

His vision began to blur, and Harry felt that he couldn't hold on any longer.

Gotta think of a way, think of an idea...

The swarm of snakes gradually began to threaten, shrinking Harry's moving field.

Harry could only rely on his meager knowledge of snakes to identify those non-venomous snakes, avoid them in that direction, jump back and forth among the snakes, and step on them...

'This snake is poisonous, but that snake is not poisonous...'

Some snakes stretched their bodies, then jumped up and opened their fangs directly towards Harry, attacking.

Harry could only wave his arms to cover his face, letting the snake bite directly on his arm and hang on it.

'Fortunately, this is a non-toxic one. '

(Probably...probably? Anyway, it can be proved that Harry has not fallen down until now)

'etc!Snakes...venomous snakes! '

An idea popped into Harry's mind.

He looked up at Slytherin's feet, there were also poisonous snakes everywhere, but under the order of that guy's Parseltongue, the snakes slowly separated to allow the phantom to move forward.

The idea gradually became clear, and Harry's situation became more and more difficult.

Professor McGonagall outside, Flitwick, Barty Crutch...they didn't stop all of this going on, and it seemed that they were powerless.

'It's just a gamble. '

Harry stopped abruptly and waved his wand.

A flash spell suddenly broke out, and the dazzling white light instantly illuminated all the dark corners of the old classroom.

"Kill him, kill him!"

Taking advantage of the Slytherin's blindfolded eyes, Harry began hissing orders.

The poisonous snake stood up and shook its head, they couldn't tell what was going on.

And the phantom of Slytherin seemed to have a real body, just bent over and froze in place, covering his eyes and humming in pain...

No order was given to the snakes immediately.

By the time he reacted, it was already too late.

--hiss!

Although it was only a small amount, a few poisonous snakes rushed over and bit Slytherin, but it was enough.

The phantom of Slytherin froze in place, gradually blurred and transparent, and then disappeared without leaving a trace.

And then, the other three phantoms walked out without leaving Harry any time to breathe and rest, performed the etiquette of a wizard duel, and started to attack.

Their eyes were also burning with that breathtaking and incomparably penetrating magic fire.

— staring at Harry.

You don't need to think about it, they are also like Slytherin phantoms,
—to kill Harry.

Harry didn't have time to curse secretly, he had no other way now,
Either defeat and kill these phantoms, or be killed...

But how to defeat these phantoms.

Harry's mind immediately thought of McGuffin's words,

'Be sure to separate the phantoms of the Big Four. '

——Flying Curse!

Correct!
He remembered how McGuffin had demonstrated in the Room of Requirement.

Harry knew he had to,

'It has to be done...to survive. '

Harry shut out all other thoughts and stared at the Ravenclaw phantom of the three...

It was his only hope.

He raised his wand.

"Ravenclaw flying!" Harry yelled.

boom!
It worked!
Ravenclaw, who originally raised his wand to cast a spell, obviously didn't expect the attack...it was this kind of magic.

It staggered, fell to the ground, and then directly rubbed against the ground... and galloped towards Harry.

Harry saw the phantoms of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff raised their wands, about to rescue Ravenclaw,

In his quick wit, he hissed in the Parseltongue and ordered the poisonous snakes left by Slytherin to attack Ravenclaw.

Similarly, after being bitten, Ravenclaw's phantom gradually became transparent and disappeared on the ground.

Only long drag marks were left on the flagstone floor.

After taking two quick breaths, Harry realized that now was the most difficult test.

The remaining two phantoms will definitely be wary of [Flying Curse].

Moreover, Harry had also seen the cooperation between the two when challenged by other students, and he knew that he was far from his opponent.

"Go...kill them!"

Although he felt in his heart that those poisonous snakes would not work, Harry thought he should try.

Using Parseltongue, he ordered the pack to attack the remaining two Phantoms.

The snakes snaked forward, hissing and approaching Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, showing four sharp fangs in their mouths, and the venom fell to the ground drop by drop... It looked very deadly.

But as Harry had predicted, it didn't work.

The Gryffindor Phantom waved his wand lightly, and the slate ground in front of him began to turn into swamps piece by piece.

Snakes are caught in it.

Then the Hufflepuff spell:
——The twisted vines summoned to dance wildly wiped out all the snakes.

In the swamp, the vines gradually eroded over...

Harry stepped back step by step, he gradually retreated to the edge of the flame fence, and the waves of fire behind him even started to lick his hair and clothes.

He could feel the heat on his back...almost scorched.

'what to do!what to do!This cannot be avoided at all! '

'Unless he can...fly like a McGuffin. '

Harry thought desperately.

fly?Fly……

Suddenly, a light flashed in Harry's mind.

He knows what he needs.

He is the best at flying, but he just needs one thing...

— broomsticks.

And to get his broomstick, he needs to—

Harry concentrated again, thinking about the thing, calling to it.

"[Nimura 2000S] is flying!"

Harry yelled, waving his wand.

He waited, every cell in his brain longing, begging...if this trick didn't work, if the broomstick didn't come...if the flame fence wouldn't let the broom in...if...

The swamp was approaching step by step, and several vines had already begun to dance in the air, making explosive noises... It looked as if they were going to tear Harry to pieces.

Then, Harry heard something shatter and hit the ground; heard incredible exclamations all around; heard something whizzing through the air behind the flame fence.

Harry felt something, and immediately he stretched out his arms and opened his hands.

He grabbed his broom.

Before he could sigh, he immediately raised his legs and stepped onto the broomstick, kicked off the ground, and flew into the air.

The heat wave and the exclamation, the vines and the flame fence were immediately left behind by Harry, and he circled up quickly, the cold wind blowing his hair.

When the phantom below, Professor McGonagall, Flitwick... those warriors gradually turned into half-length dwarves... When the faces of the Big Four gradually became clear in front of Harry's eyes,
Harry, he suddenly realized that he could fly away from here,
Stay away from this damn challenge ordeal.

But then Harry immediately realized one thing, he could do it... he could win the game and become a champion.

Thinking about it, he felt his blood boil, and there was a feeling of eagerness to try in his heart.

With his broomstick in his hand, Harry hovered like a fish in water, which made him feel more confident than ever. He felt that he was back on the field, back to his home field.

But Harry calmed down again after taking a deep breath. He remembered the mutation of this test, how those phantoms behaved so differently to himself... from the challenges of others.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was better to let Professor Dumbledore handle it for the time being.

Harry flicked the broom lightly, and swooped towards the outside of the flame fence, where Professor McGonagall and the other headmasters were... tilted and swooped down.

--call!

But not out of the flame fence,

From the Goblet of Fire above the stone platform, a stream of scorching flames suddenly spewed out and merged with the flames of the flame fence... It suddenly turned into a heat wave that incinerated everything, gushed upwards, and rushed straight in front of Harry.

It was like a dam wall blocking Harry's way.

And to make matters worse,
The phantom of Gryffindor began to slowly float up from the ground, and began to accelerate continuously, approaching Harry.

——Chasing and killing them.

(End of this chapter)