Hogwarts in a parallel world

Chapter 16 Prophecies and Warnings of Centaur

Time passed peacefully day by day, and there were more and more small animals outside Hogwarts, but Ron's injury still hadn't healed, and it was almost Saturday.

"What are you going to do?" Winters asked Harry and Hermione

"We'll go to the school doctor's office again tonight. If Ron still can't do it, Hermione and I will go there," Harry said firmly.

"Then I can only wish you good luck," Winters yawned.

"You've been so tired these past few days."

"My sister now often leaves her homework to me to do, and then goes to Quidditch practice with ease."

"Can she take the exam like this?"

"She has memorized the book. If she can't do it, I can't do it either," Winters said helplessly.

In the evening, Winters wished Harry and Hermione good luck and continued his journey into the dark arts.He found a very thick old book "Poisonous Magic" in the library. The content on it was written in ancient characters. It was very awkward to read, but it is undeniable that the effects of many black magic are very... The terrible damage to the body is nothing, the most serious thing is the irreversible damage to the mind and soul.

Winters broke out in a cold sweat while reading these contents. Now he understood why no one dared to call Voldemort by his real name.Any of the spells here will backfire if you are not careful, and the consequences are irreversible. The wizard who is backlashed by the spell will completely turn into an inhuman monster, or even a pool of unknown liquid. The most serious thing is not these. Instead, the soul is corrupted by black magic, and eventually the wizard becomes like expired canned food.

The book clearly warns: exposure to black magic will have side effects, the mildest of which are tinnitus, auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations, because whether it is the user or the victim of black magic, the final place where black magic affects is the soul.

After reading the first few pages, Winters felt like something was staring at him. He turned his head and looked several times before confirming that no one was around.Then he took a deep breath before continuing to read.

One spell caught his attention: Purgatory Comes.The introduction of this curse is just a few words: It is very malleable and can deal with most all dark creatures, but it is difficult to control. It is recommended to master the corresponding curse first: The End of Ten Thousand Curses.

"Then it's you," Winters said to himself.He came to the training room and decided to practice according to the advice in the book. He didn't want any accidents to happen.

The End of the Curse can remove a considerable part of the curse. Unlike "The End of the End", this spell first appeared in the seventh-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts, which shows that this spell requires a very strong foundation.

Winters conducted some experiments on the rats he conjured.

"The End of Ten Thousand Curses" can suppress the "Soul-Condensing Cold" for a long time, but it will still fail in the end, and the freezing effect of "Soul-Condensing Cold" seems to be getting worse under the suppression of "The End of Ten Thousand Curses". Come stronger and stronger.After Winters cast the "End of the Curse" on the mouse for the third time, the "Soul-Condensing Cold" still froze the unlucky mouse extremely solid.

Winters initially thought it was his problem.But after reading the above prompt again, he confirmed: "Soul-Condensing Cold" is a powerful black magic that can directly act on magic power and soul. There is no separate solution to the curse, and it must rely on a method made of mandrake. Only the combination of the corresponding potion and the corresponding curse can be completely lifted, and the time is limited. If it exceeds 13 hours, it will be completely irreversible.

When Winters returned to the Great Hall in the evening and listened to Aurora's excited description of the various fake moves she made, she thought that Saturday would pass peacefully until Harry and Neville came back with a sad look on their faces.

"You...you and Hermione were caught?" Winters asked worriedly as he looked at Harry.

"Not only Hermione and I but also Neville, each of us was deducted 50 points." Harry's face looked extremely ugly.

"You should be lucky that you were not fired at least," Winters reminded.

Harry was stunned for a moment and said suddenly, "I want to learn invisibility."

"It should be possible to learn if you don't sleep all night," Winters said, giving Harry the book "Illusion: The Mystery of Invisibility and Illusion" he had ordered, while Neville cried on the pillow all night. .

When Winters woke up in the morning, he heard many people talking about one thing: Gryffindor was in bad luck and lost 150 points overnight.

"Hermione was scared yesterday," Aurora said to Winters, but luckily she wasn't that famous, but Harry was unlucky. . .

"It's holiday time anyway, and next semester will be the same again," Winters said, taking a sandwich.

"Slytherin has defended the title for six consecutive years. Students in the other three houses really want to see Slytherin lose."

"But we can't do anything. The only thing we can do is to get high scores in the next test. What if we can add back the scores?" Winters said helplessly.

"That's true... have you finished my homework?" Aurora asked.

"You've already finished writing. You're really big-hearted. Aren't you afraid of taking extracurricular exams?" Winters said dissatisfied.

"I've asked senior students. If there is extracurricular content, it's very small. The content in the textbook accounts for at least 90%." Aurora looked relaxed.

Today, for the first time, Winters saw Harry and Ron in the library.Ron didn't mention Winters' strange behavior at the Slytherin table a few days ago.

They were memorizing Hermione's notes and working very hard. Perhaps to make up for their own mistakes, they brought Winters into this newly established study group.

"Winters, did you write down everything the teacher said?" Ron asked in surprise.

"I was afraid I'd miss something, so I just did it," Winters said.

"Can you lend us your notes?" Hermione stared at Winters' notebook intently.

"That's no problem. Just remember to ask Harry to take it back to me," Winters said.

In the evening, while Winters, Aurora, George, and Fred were chatting in the common room, Harry and Ron brought back a shocking news. Quirrell was back, but seemed to be crying in a classroom. And it was Snape again.

"Don't worry about those things anymore, leave it to Dumbledore. Do we have to let Gryffindor be at the bottom?" A first-year boy couldn't help but said.

The next morning, Harry, Neville, and Hermione all received a letter: Solitary confinement will begin at 11 p.m. today.

After Aurora confirmed that her training time today would start at 7 pm.Winters decided to go to the Quidditch pitch to see Aurora's training.But before that, he had to try the latest black magic "Purgatory Advent".

After everything was ready, he summoned up the greatest courage and chanted the spell: "Purgatory is coming."An extremely dark thing rushed out from the tip of his wand. It looked like a flame. The moment the flame touched the steel in front of Winters, the piece of steel turned into a bunch of hot fluid that splashed everywhere. .Then the flame kept changing its shape, and then stopped changing after turning into a warrior wearing heavy armor and holding a sharp sword.

Then something unexpected happened. This dark warrior first emitted a dazzling white light all over his body, and was surrounded by black lightning.Then it disappeared.

Winters stood frozen and stared at everything in front of him.He subconsciously thought it was a backlash from the curse, but he quickly ruled out this possibility, as it didn't look like a backlash.

He flipped through the book page by page, and finally found the answer: Many powerful spells directly reflect the soul of the caster. The better you master them, the more the spell can reflect the soul of the caster.

After he breathed a long sigh of relief, he looked at his watch and saw that it was almost 6 o'clock.After stuffing a few mouthfuls of food into his mouth in the Great Hall, he took Aurora's dinner to the Quidditch field.

Aurora had already begun to warm up. Harry was right, Aurora was very good at fake moves.

She sometimes accelerates suddenly and for long periods of time, and completely erratically.The boy who was her opponent was very passive.

"She and Harry have completely different styles. No one knows what she is going to do next. She sometimes relies on her speed to interfere with the opposing batters," Wood said in admiration.

"Isn't this a foul?"

"Didn't say no, didn't say yes. So it doesn't count," Wood said.Winters jumped up excitedly after seeing Aurora make an almost flying movement.

"Aurora, come down and take a rest first. That move you just made was so beautiful," Wood shouted.

"Isn't Harry here yet?" Winters asked as Aurora flew down.

"He already wants to quit the team," Wood said angrily.

"What?" Winters felt that something was wrong with Harry.

"I told him that there is no point in quitting the team. What has happened cannot be changed. If we can win all the next games, maybe we will not be at the bottom."

"Did Harry say something?" Winters asked.

"He didn't say anything but he was absent-minded during training," Aurora said.

"Then I gave him a day off," Wood said angrily.

After it completely darkened, Wood announced that the training was over.

"Are you still an alternate?" Winters asked.

"Wood thinks Harry's style is more stable. But Wood thinks I can be used as a surprise card. Especially when facing a strong team," Aurora said while drinking ice-cold orange juice.

Winters returned to the common room to find Ron waiting for Harry and Hermione.

"Ron, tomorrow is not the weekend." Winters seemed to see Ron's eyelids fighting.

"I know, I'm worried. You should go get some rest." Ron yawned.

He went back to the dormitory and fell asleep immediately, but he had a strange dream: he was riding on the flying broomstick, and Aurora kept shouting at him to fly faster. . . . .Then the scene became quite weird: a big bird with a burning body actually flew over his head with a golden snitch in its mouth, but his broom was missing.

It seemed that the bird was catching him and flying.And there seemed to be a woman's voice from a distant place. The woman repeatedly said one sentence: Help my son.Then he was woken up by Harry's voice.

After he woke up dizzily, he seemed to see his wand being wrapped in a faint golden flame. When he picked up the wand, he found that his wand was still as black as ever.

He walked out of the dormitory with his eyelids fighting.As soon as we arrived in the common room, we heard Ron saying: "Unicorn blood?"

"Harry, it's already midnight. And... unicorn blood? Did you go to the Forbidden Forest?" Winters said groggyly.

"I saw someone drinking unicorn blood" Harry was shaking as he said this.

"Are you kidding... Unicorn blood has strong healing properties, but it contains a curse. Who would be crazy to drink that kind of thing?" Winters glared at Harry.

"Unless that person can't survive, is there any other choice?" Ron said thoughtfully.

"But there are many substitutes for unicorn blood...unless...he dare not see anyone..." Hermione's voice became smaller and smaller, and then a sense of fear enveloped them.

"The mysterious man disappeared after the night he attacked me," Harry said suddenly.

"This... is so... this is Hogwarts, right under Dumbledore's nose..." Winters suddenly wished he had not come to Hogwarts.

Harry: "The centaur told me that the mysterious man was living on the blood of unicorns after he failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone. I was a few meters away from the mysterious man at the time, and a centaur named Firenze took me away. came out and told me a message.

"What message?" Winters was fully awake.

Harry: "Firenz told me that fate cannot be changed, but the people around me will not let my efforts be in vain, and... he seems to have mentioned you."

"Me? What did he say?" Winters asked nervously.

"He said that although he didn't say it was you, he said that any wizard chosen by the elder wand will have a magnificent journey.

And the outcome that has been determined cannot be changed no matter what.He asked me to tell you, no matter what happens, you must stick to your true heart. "

Winters suddenly thought of something. He paused and said, "I had a dream, a very weird dream. I didn't care at first. But I think I'd better say it."

"What a dream?" Ron perked up.

"I dreamed that I was flying through the sky on a broomstick and my sister was pushing me to go faster," Winters said. "But that's not the point."

"Come on, don't gasp like that," Hermione urged.

Winters said: "Then the broom disappeared and turned into a big, flaming bird with a golden snitch in its mouth. It grabbed me and flew away. And I heard a voice that seemed to come from far away. It was a woman's voice."

"What?" Hermione shouted.

"What did the woman say?" Harry asked.

"She said she wanted me to help her son," Winters said.

There was a terrible silence for a moment, and Neville's face became very ugly.

"This is not an ordinary dream. Elderberries contain extremely powerful magic. Many magics related to the soul itself were researched by the holders of elder wands... Winters, your dream must be It's a reminder of what might happen to you recently... And I heard rumors that the core of your wand is a phoenix feather... If that's the case, then you should be even more careful.

This combination is extremely abnormal, the elder itself is extremely finicky, and the phoenix feather takes a long time to tame even for its owner.This dream may be caused by the resonance between your wand and your own magic power." Neville's face seemed to be sick.

"Neville, I know a little bit about what you said. If you follow what you said, who would that woman be?" Winters was already confused.

"My mother" Harry said softly.

Everyone present shivered, especially Winters, who suddenly felt chilled.

"Didn't you see..." Harry suddenly asked expectantly.

"No, I didn't. I only heard a woman ask me to help her son...and she didn't mention you by name," Winters said, shaking his head.

After they realized that nothing could be accomplished through the discussion, they had no choice but to go back to the dormitory to sleep.

For the first time, Winters couldn't sleep: if that woman's voice really belonged to Harry's mother.Then why, Harry's mother didn't go to Dumbledore, but to him, a first-year freshman.

(End of this chapter)