Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 585

The MacGuffin breathed in the cold air with great gulps.

Although he has mastered the magic of [Apparition], he still feels very uncomfortable. He feels as if he has been squashed and squeezed out of a rubber tube.

That narrow and suffocating feeling wiped out his sanity.

After a few seconds, he came back to his senses, the previous Pig's Head Bar had disappeared.

The two of them came to a strange, dark village road.

From front to back, the path was gusts of cold wind, blowing snowflakes the size of goose feathers.

McGuffin shivered, the biting cold wind continuously penetrated along the tightly wrapped cloak and the gaps in the robe, wantonly licking every trace of warmth on his skin.

ha—— ha——

McGuffin exhaled long streams of white mist, which were blown away by the cold wind one after another.

It's cold!
The trembling of the body turned into a constant trembling.

McGuffin raised his head, looked around, and complained to Dumbledore dissatisfiedly.

'If it weren't for this old bee, although I would face the unprepared Christmas ball now, at least I wouldn't be freezing and starving here! '

Now, the place where McGuffin and Astora Moody are located should be Little Hangleton Village.

In fact, they could have come here earlier.

But when he and Moody arrived at the orphanage where Voldemort spent his childhood, they found that it had just been demolished by Muggle workers...

It seems to be preparing to build a new hypermarket.

The two had to step by step and slowly drive away all the Muggles here before they could continue to search for the location of the [Horcrux].

Although Dumbledore gave McGuffin the red crystal pendulum, he can find Voldemort [Horcrux].

But that is only at close range, and it will exert its greatest power.

In order to be [-]% sure, they had to approach and search step by step to confirm that the [Horcrux] was not there.

Of course, MacGuffin knew there were no Horcruxes here, but he couldn't explain to Moody how he knew that.

So they could only procrastinate like this, expelling the Muggles step by step, and then searched for temptations in a pile of ruins. It was not until night fell that they confirmed that there were no [Horcruxes] there.

Then the two came to Little Hangleton through [Apparition].

McGuffin looked around.

Little Hangleton Village is an ordinary British Muggle village.

Located between two hillsides,...backward, closed is the norm here.

On the only small road in the village, there are only two dim street lights shining.

Orange lights shone on both sides of the path.

Under the light, the wind and snow fluttered wantonly, piece by piece... continuously appeared under the beam of light, and then disappeared into the darkness.

At intervals, there are some dilapidated houses in the middle of the snow,

The house was brightly lit.

It's just a little strange that from here through the window... looking in, there is no one in each house.

and……

The village is so quiet!
Apart from the sound of the wind and snow, there was no other sound.

A chill instantly spread up the spine.

In an instant, McGuffin's brain woke up, and the dizzy and nauseating sequelae of [Apparition] disappeared immediately.

"Professor Moody..."

MacGuffin asked in a low voice, "Here..."

"Shh, don't talk!" Moody whispered, raising his wand immediately.

The false eye, glowing bright blue in the dark, whirled around, looking here and there.

The originally infiltrating behavior now seemed reassuring.

"Follow me!" Moody's expression became extremely serious.

He led the way, and McGuffin followed closely.

Huhu——

Crunch, crunch—

The sound of the wind, and the sound of the two people stepping on the snow echoed in the empty snowy night, in the village.

The two of them walked forward without saying a word: the houses on both sides did not have the slightest Christmas laughter, or the sound of people's activities... The snow was piled up under their feet, and it took a lot of effort to pull it out every time.
McGuffin had a feeling in his heart,
There is nothing here,
It was as if all the Muggles in this small village had disappeared, had gone, had left their houses and fled on this snowy Christmas night.

During the journey, the depressive atmosphere continued to spread between the two of them.

It seems that nothing has happened, nothing has changed, but it makes people feel even more weird.

Finally, Moody led McGuffin to the only bar in the village.

This place is different from other houses.

What unfolded in front of McGuffin was a scene after the war.

The glass and the wooden door were tattered and broken into pieces... The door was wide open, and there were broken wine bottles and seats lying in a mess in various places.

And there is also the bloody smell that is faintly present in the air...

Moody led the McGuffin inside.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

A blue glow shot from the tip of the wand over the bar.

The bar was suddenly filled with bluish light.

they see...

Blood splattered all over the walls, the snow, and the ground covered with broken glass.

Guns, axes, and sharp long sticks were randomly thrown near the corner of the wall, with blood stains all over them.

These changes are frightening.

Even if Moody didn't say it, McGuffin knew there was going to be trouble.

No matter what happened in this Muggle village, whether it was related to the magic in the wizarding world, they had to deal with it before they could start exploring the old house of Gaunt where the [Horcrux] was hidden.

And McGuffin always felt that these things had something to do with Voldemort, the Death Eaters... and the Dark Arts.

"Be careful! Once something unexpected happens...you can attack first, no matter if the other party is a Muggle or not!"

Perhaps because he was afraid that McGuffin would panic, Moody asked in a very cold tone.

Then, he waved his wand in the air and drew a half circle, spraying out streaks of golden sand-like powder, covering almost all places in the bar.

Then, like playing a movie, McGuffin saw some illusory scenes around him suddenly appear like reality.

It can be seen that this is the reverse playback of the previous image.

The phantoms of Muggles appeared in the bar one by one.

In the bar, these Muggles are not holding wine glasses, but torches, sharp spears, and...

The MacGuffin saw that the tip of one of the longest spears had a human head on it.

The eye sockets revealing above—there are two deep cavities—

Someone gouged out his eyeballs.

This, this is crazy!

Even without sound, McGuffin could feel the madness and cruelty of these Muggles.

They roared, their bodies twisted, and they formed a circle.

Moody passed through the pale gold figures and entered the circle of figures.

McGuffin followed suit.

Entering it, he saw a familiar figure.

—Fleck Bryce, the keeper of the Riddle House!

how is this possible! ? ?

McGuffin himself put a lot of effort into stuffing this guy into that high-end nursing home...

What is he doing here!

In addition to Fleck, there is also a tall, muscular old man.

They held up shotguns and submachine guns... facing the Muggles who surrounded them.

The two parties confronted each other.

Then I don't know what happened.

The fight begins--

Flames burst from the muzzle, bullets shot out, and the Muggles fell one by one, but there was no fear at all. Finally, a spear was inserted into the waist of one of the Muggles...

Moody suddenly flicked his wand to stop the flowing scene.

He walked up to a Muggle whose head had been knocked off, carefully sizing up the bloody and brutal scene that had been restored.

——Looking carefully.

McGuffin didn't know what he had discovered, so he could only let his eyes follow Moody, staring intently, wanting to see what could explain... all the weird things that happened in this Muggle town.

Before the McGuffin could see clearly, Moody canceled the scene with a flick of his wand.

His face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping water.

Without speaking, Moody waved his wand a second time.

But this time, he was in the previous scene... pacing up and down every Muggle casualty, waving his wand and muttering all kinds of heart-wrenching spells.

Then, gurgling—like a hot spring muttering, the ground began to ooze out a large number of red bloodstains.

The light spread in an instant, dazzling and dazzling, scattered in clusters everywhere on the bar floor.

Moody waved his wand a third time.

On those bloodstains, phantoms of Muggles also appeared.

However, McGuffin saw that the muggles were peeled off one by one, layer by layer, of the illusion floating on their surface.

The hidden true face is gradually revealed.

McGuffin was shocked to see... the jaws of those Muggles... gradually elongated (very long, almost like a snake, the wide open mouth formed a long hollow),

They appear to have lost their human form.

The sight of this terrifying realm made the MacGuffin shudder.

Instinctively told him,
everything that happens here,
Absolutely, absolutely big!

Sudden--

when!
A dull bell suddenly rang.

began to echo in the MacGuffin's ears.

He looked at Moody, who obviously heard it too.

Then there was a series of ... the vague sound of tambourines and Scottish bagpipes coming from far, far away... The sound was thin and weak, as if it would break at any time, but it echoed very clearly in the ears of the two of them.

This was mixed with roars and screams full of fear, which tore apart McGuffin's sanity.

For a moment, McGuffin felt a chill running down his back, and the idea that someone or something was watching him kept popping up in his mind.

They were densely packed, staring at themselves from all directions.

That oozing feeling tightly gripped his heart, making McGuffin unable to take care of other things.

The sound became more and more intense, and the rhythm became more and more obvious.

It's almost like coming to their side.

No, just by my side.

McGuffin saw a group of Muggles gathering in the otherwise dark street outside.

They, men, women, old and young, just stiffened in the cold wind, mechanically... suddenly appeared outside the bar and surrounded them.

"Professor Moody, Muggles... are they manipulated by magic? Are they still alive?"

McGuffin asked quickly.Immediately he pointed his wand at the Muggles.

"No, alive...but some of them are not alive as humans..."

Moody said coldly, with a very bad tone.

McGuffin estimated that he also found himself being tricked by Dumbledore.

However, he didn't understand what Moody said just now. What is meant by not being human? Could it be that those people have become ghouls (Wendigo), or werewolves and other dark monsters that can be infected and converted?

Moody did not explain much, and there is no time to explain in this situation.

Those Muggles are the same as in the image just now, holding spears, with some heads stuck on them, holding them high,

There were two lines of blood in the empty eye sockets, just staring at them.

And they didn't know what method they used. The original torches lit up one after another, burning in the cold wind and heavy snow, and began to provide light.

This sudden change made Moody's face even more ugly.

His fake eye was about to pop out.

McGuffin heard Moody muttering, "It's a crude application of magic... how could it be... Muggle, Muggle..."

Too late to think about it.

After the Muggles lit the torches in their hands, they began to make a roar that did not resemble that of a human being, like the hiss of a beast, like a nighthawk, or like a desperate and painful cry...

Or both, their voices mixed together...

McGuffin couldn't hear either.But one thing is certain, this sound is like fingernails, gently tapping every fold of his brain.

Incomparably penetrating, trembling, creepy.

The Muggles stomped and twisted their bodies, (some of them even turned their arms around their bodies, and the spine seemed to be broken.)
That's how they're alive, and that's how they try to attack.

First... a barrage of torches was thrown, trying to light the bar.

But Moody summoned a gust of wind, and the snow was blown like a blizzard towards the Muggles, and the torches they threw were swept back and fell to the ground and were completely extinguished.

After they stopped working, some Muggles crawled on the ground like wild beasts. Their mouths screamed like ghosts and wolves, tearing through the snowy night and stirring up in the small village.

But with gusts of cold wind blowing like hell, these chaotic roars gradually began to become consistent, like the chanting of a choir in a church,

With the cold wind blowing in:

"Voldemort—Voldemort——" (Hearing this name, Moody's already terrifying face became even more frightening, and McGuffin was also a little frightened by this term....How is this possible, how did they know this name!!)
"Jrmungand - Jrmungandr - Jrmungandr"

"...my god... the ancient times... silent in the ancient abyss... that endless behemoth... will wake up from the voice of all things, from the bodies of all things, from the hearts of our servants..."

"—Yorman Gund—Mjargard . . . the snake . . . the serpent"

Like the craziest fanatics, they jumped, twisted, and rushed towards McGuffin and the others together.

"Passed out!"

"There are many obstacles!"

"All petrochemical!"

Red light and orange light... All kinds of light continued to shoot out from the magic spells of McGuffin and Moody, blasting many Muggles into the air and falling far away.

But nothing worked.

Relying on their numbers, these guys rushed in like this.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Moody directly used the Unforgivable spell.

McGuffin didn't say much about it.

It's just... the use of this spell did not prevent these Muggles from attacking the Muggles' bar step by step.

　change tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)