I, Hogwarts Second Week

Inferi.

It is a very common familiar in the magical world.

In the Middle Ages, many wizards would make inferi to guard their homes and homes.

There are even some wizards who will make themselves into inferi when their end is approaching, and then lie in the coffin to give the tomb robbers a little surprise.

Currently, after the end of the long Dark Middle Ages, almost all modern wizards believe that making the Inferi is evil and inhumane.

But in fact, this magic that came from the African continent did not have any anxiety with words like evil at first.

On the contrary, ancient wizards who pursued resurrection from the dead believed that the Inferi represented a brand new path to magic.

From Egypt to Haiti, from Africa to South America, this kind of magic was originally a high-level magic that only the most noble and prestigious people could 'enjoy'.

In ancient African tribes, only heroes who have made great contributions will receive this honor. Ancient wizards will use extremely cumbersome means to make them into inferi that are far more powerful than what Owen and the others have seen so far.

They will become undead warriors who are not afraid of death and continue to protect the tribe.

This is the highest honor.

That is to say, the evil Europeans stole this technology, and then after years of transformation by dark wizards, they gradually transformed this spell into what it is now, a pure black magic.

Compared with the authentic ancient Inferi, the modern Inferi are cheaper to make, have greater combat effectiveness, and are more ferocious in appearance.

It is also easier to deal with.

Just like flames, blazing flames can effectively kill such inferi.

The only difference is that Voldemort has set many restrictions in the cave.

The power of fire magic has been greatly reduced, and there is water everywhere, which is also a kind of protection for the Inferi.

Therefore, unless it is black magic such as the Fire Curse, it is difficult for conventional magic to cause any harm to the Inferi.

What's more, this is the first time Harry and the others have faced these living dead.

Fear is human.

"You all came into contact with the undead last semester, and you're still scared of the little inferi."

On the island, Owen was still using his unique way to cheer up the two little wizards.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other.

I have some reference in mind.

Owen is right. Compared to the undead, the Inferi that can be expelled by fire seem to be nothing.

But no one thought that they would deal with such a dark creature in such a gloomy place.

If it were on the plains of Hogwarts, they certainly wouldn't be afraid.

But - it's too dark around!

"Okay, the battle is about to begin." Dumbledore motioned to everyone.

Then he stretched out his wand, and dots of starlight condensed on the tip of the Elder Wand, and then the light fell and sank into the lake.

It's like a signal.

The surface of the lake is no longer as smooth as a mirror, but is churning violently.

The dark lake suddenly began to churn.

Like boiling water.

Then countless white heads and hands emerged from the ink-like water, including those of men, women, children, and even some inhuman creatures.

Goblins, pixies, and humanoid magical creatures.

They all opened their sunken, blind eyes, struggling and ferocious, floating towards the rock.

"Fire is blazing!" Faced with such a terrifying scene, Hermione took out her wand and quickly cast the spell.

The blazing flames instantly drove back some of the Inferi, but the effect seemed to be too obvious, because there were too many Inferi crawling out of the water. They gathered together as if they had their own air-conditioning. After a while, the inferi on Hermione's wand were removed. The flames were compressed to an extremely thin level.

"Split into pieces!" Harry said in panic, "Everyone turned to stone!"

"There are many obstacles!"

In an instant, like a spell machine gun, he quickly threw out many spells. The red light flashed, and the Inferi was hit, and then fell into the lake with a "plop".

But soon they crawled out again.

A withered-shaped hand crossed the lake, with hollow, foggy eyes staring at Harry. The water-soaked rags were dragged behind him. There were ferocious expressions on the sunken faces, and some even had limbs missing. He was too healthy, and his body that was soaked in water and rotten looked extremely terrifying.

"Don't worry, Harry," said Sirius. "If you can't aim, wait until they get close before casting."

Harry nodded, held the wand in his hand, and stared at the Inferi in front of him.

After a few breaths, some more Inferi climbed onto the rocks. They held up their hands that were soaked in the lake until they turned white, and crawled forward quickly, as if they were going to pounce on Harry.

"Split into pieces!" Harry shouted again, waving his wand in the air.

A red light flashed, and the Inferi's head exploded instantly like a popped balloon. Then it suddenly fell to the ground and never got up again.

"A good attack, aim at their heads!" Sirius waved his wand and issued a few magic spells, knocking down three or four Inferi at the same time. "The Inferi are not wizards, so they don't need to be so gentle."

"Indeed~ Why are you so gentle~" Owen muttered silently as he knocked on the spell Harry threw.

As he spoke, he raised his wand flatly, and then, several infinite sharp blades were drawn out, like invisible swords, directly chopping the nearby corpses into eight pieces like melons and vegetables.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Owen looked at Hermione happily and proudly, "Aim at their heads. Magic is also about biology. If their heads fall off, they will die!"

"Oh~ This is not a good adjective, because they are already dead."

Hermione was a little angry at Owen's provocative eyes.

she!

How could the majestic Gryffindor Goddess of War admit defeat in such a 'small scene'!

As she spoke, she waved her wand violently, and the gravel under her feet was suddenly controlled by her. Then a transformation spell hit the stone. The fragments that were originally only the size of a fist swelled in the wind, and in a few breaths they swelled to full size. It was as big as the waists of several adult wizards.

Then she waved her magic spell and shot the stone out like a cannonball.

This blow directly smashed a bloody limb fragment on the lake. The scene is quite bloody and shocking.

"Forehead"

This little witch reminds me of my strong brother MVP!

Owen finally figured out that if there were fewer Inferi here, and they didn't come from all directions, and there were no weird magic restrictions on the site, Hermione would be able to defeat them all by herself.

It was even easier than he thought.

After all, the brainless Inferi were much easier than the little wizard who could cast spells during the Academy War.

A dozen young wizards working together can't do anything to Hermione, let alone the novice Inferi.

Owen watched Hermione while holding his breath.

He glanced at Dumbledore furtively.

I found the old principal holding his wand and looking at the lake leisurely, without any emotion at all.

He knew that he had to release some illegal magic.

"If you want to use the Fire Spell, you might as well wait." At this moment, Dumbledore's voice came, "You can try the new magic you just obtained."

He said seriously.

Seems to be quite interested in ancient magic.

After hearing Dumbledore's prompt, Owen suddenly became curious about the extra magic power in his body.

The silver magic seemed to be no different from his original magic.

He might be able to cast spells directly with this magic.

With that said, Owen tentatively raised his wand.

He recited the fire spell seriously, "The flames are blazing!"

The next second, the tip of his wand suddenly lit up with intense fluorescence.

Like a signal, an astonishing amount of magic flowed out of his body, followed by flames.

Flames suddenly emerged from under his feet.

Like bulging air, it suddenly burned towards the surroundings.

"Phew! Oh my god!"

Harry raised his arms, subconsciously trying to avoid the flames.

But the moment the flames burned him, they automatically dispersed and then regrouped behind him.

Rush towards the group of Inferi.

"Merlin's beard!" Sirius exclaimed.

He really heard the curse that Owen recited.

It was just a fire spell.

Just a fire spell.

How could it have such huge power!

Before his eyes, the entire lake was burning with fire.

The orange-red flame was like a mirror in the water. The allusion is transparent.

Fire shot into the sky.

The only figure on the island was at the center of the flames. It was as if he was the king of the king, and everything was just the people under his rule.

"This bonus~" Owen was also shocked by the bonus of ancient magic power.

This kind of power is simply unprecedented.

Even Dumbledore couldn't use ordinary spells with this kind of power.

The flames on the lake were already boiling like clouds.

If it wasn't already on the verge of extinguishing, if it could continue to burn, I can't imagine the need for the Fierce Fire Curse to exist.

"Is this ancient magic?" the old principal murmured.

This was the first time he had seen such magic in reality.

This kind of power.

No wonder each generation of guardians carefully selects their successors.

It is indeed too dangerous.

The battle continues.

Hermione seemed to find Transfiguration far more effective than other spells.

She controlled a blue-black boulder by the lake.

Under the blessing of powerful transformation magic, the stone seemed to come alive and began to change, first the arms and legs, then the head and body.

Although the outline was extremely rough, she could barely tell that it was very similar to the giant monster she had dealt with in the first grade.

Even they have a giant stick.

As we all know, the troll is a terrifying monster that is twelve feet tall and weighs more than a ton, but Hermione's transformation is naturally not that big!

But it's about seven or eight feet.

One slap knocked down a large area.

There was a huge friction sound between rocks and rocks, and the noise filled everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at Hermione waving her wand with some surprise.

Dumbledore and Sirius looked at Hermione with the same wonder in their eyes.

This little witch is more powerful than they imagined.

During his time teaching at Hogwarts, at first, Sirius only felt that the little wizards now seemed to be more powerful than when he was young and went to school. But as he went deeper and deeper, the more he discovered that they Not even a little bit strong.

And among these children, there is a group that are stronger than ordinary children.

He had long known that Hermione and Harry were very powerful.

But it was only now that he understood how powerful the ordinary little wizard at Hogwarts really was.

Harry on the other hand was not to be outdone.

He didn't transform into some kind of giant beast like Hermione did. To be honest, his transformation skills were not that good.

But the spell he unleashed shocked his godfather.

Because that’s just too much.

It was like there were no spells that Harry couldn't do.

You know, he is only in the third grade!

Magic spells such as the Disarming Curse, the Explosive Curse, the Upside Down Curse, the Upside Down Curse, etc., he and James only began to slowly master after the fifth grade.

But how old is Harry this year, and he just finished his third year?

It was obvious that he had mastered these spells in his third year, if not before.

Oh my God!

Sirius let out an exclamation.

If he had known that he would have induced a fight between the Gryffindor wizards and the Slytherins no matter what, at least he could have seen the true level of the young wizards.

Now he had so many surprises.

As for Owen, he began experimenting with various other spells.

Such as freezing spells, cutting spells, and blasting spells.

With the blessing of ancient magic, these originally simple spells have undergone earth-shaking changes. In short, their power has been qualitatively improved.

But he could feel that that power should not only change the power of his spell, but also something deeper.

This requires him to concentrate on research after he leaves here, and he doesn't have time to explore that kind of thing now.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The lake is quiet again!

Owen almost forgot how many spells he had cast.

He stopped when he felt his arms began to ache.

So far, they have found no trace of Regulus.

"What's going on? Why is there still no sign of Regulus?" Owen complained.

Releasing ancient magic seems to be very draining of energy, and since he didn't eat much in the morning, he's already hungry!

"Kreacher!!!" Sirius yelled, looking intently at the house elf.

"Master Regulus fell into the water here. Kreacher saw it. Kreacher saw it~~~" It was obvious that the house elf's spirit was a little strange at this time.

It looked at the lake with fearful eyes and red eyes. It kept picking up some broken limbs from the water for identification, but unfortunately, those did not belong to Regulus.

And every time it threw a piece of minced meat, the fear on its face would increase.

Now it was terrified.

"Did you lie to me!" Sirius rushed over and grabbed Kreacher's neck. There was fire in his eyes.

If his vision at this moment was warm, then Owen believed that Kreacher would not be ignited within a second.

"Calm down Sirius!" Dumbledore stopped him. Then he looked calmly at Kreacher, whose eyes were also red and swollen, with big tears falling down.

"Kreacher can't find the young master. Crouch has lost the young master!" Kreacher cried.

Sitting on an exposed stone, crying like a child, heartbreakingly.

That voice moved everyone.

The only little witch present, Hermione, even had red eyes.

"Okay, calm down!" the old principal continued. His words seemed to have some kind of magic power, which made Kreacher, who was already on the verge of collapse, seem to feel better. Hearing the sound, he turned to look at him blankly, "In addition to seeing Regulus fell into the water, what else did he see?"

"return?"

Kreacher stared at the water.

"Kreacher saw a light. A very bright light!"

"The silver light is like—just like, the light that emerged from the tip of Master Rozier's wand just now." Kreacher suddenly looked at Owen. Pointing at him.

"Me?" Owen looked at the wand in his hand.

Then he looked towards the lake.

"Could it be?"

As he spoke, he once again mobilized the ancient magic in his body.

Then push all that terrifying power to the bottom of the lake.

"It can't be true!" he murmured to himself.

From the moment he entered the cave, Owen had a strong feeling that something was definitely buried here.

But after all, this is the place where Voldemort's soul is buried. He only thought it was the influence of the spell that the guy arranged on him. Later, when he controlled the ancient magic that traveled around, the feeling weakened a bit, but he still felt it from the bottom of the lake. came.

Owen didn't care, because it might be some ancient magic power contained in the bottom of the lake, but he didn't draw it out across the lake water.

But when the Inferi at the bottom of the lake began to decrease significantly, through the enchanted lake water, he seemed to see fluorescence emerging from the bottom.

He thought it was his illusion!

"Is there really an ancient magic relic in this place?"

It seemed to confirm what Owen said.

Suddenly the calm lake surface began to bubble with water, and then more and more bubbles appeared.

Then two tall stone pillars rushed out from the bottom of the water, and the obsidian stone pillars began to intertwine and connect quickly as if they were alive.

Then in the shocked eyes of everyone.

Stone pillars intertwined to create a door.

The magnificent door.

It is engraved with ancient symbols. A symbol like a burning flame.

"Okay! The copy has entered the second scene." Owen complained.

Then he looked back at Professor Dumbledore.

"It seems to be an ancient magic relic, possibly left by an ancient wizard who mastered ancient magic."

"It looks like it is indeed true." Dumbledore silently recited a few spells.

An invisible magic power surged from his body to the surroundings.

But - he didn't feel anything strange.

The door in front of him was just an ordinary door, and he could not feel the presence of any magic power at all.

"Is this ancient magic?"

"You must use ancient magic to detect ancient magic."

"Will Regulus be in there?" Sirius asked anxiously. He didn't care about ancient or ancient magic. He was here to find his brother.

Nothing is more important than his goal.

Of course, the premise of all this is to ensure Harry's safety. If it threatens Harry, he will abandon the adventure.

"Just go in and have a look!" Owen said as he waved his magic wand, and the door slowly opened with a "squeak" as if it was inspired by some kind of inspiration.

It's a pity that no one saw the scenery inside.