Shadow of the Beautiful World

Hey, Harry! Harry, come and see!

In the early morning of the third day, Ron in pajamas rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room. He looked down and saw the black and white kitten squatting at the door of the house. Ron squatted down and stared at the cat for a few seconds. He suddenly rushed to the door of another house and knocked on the door.

A moment later, Harry opened the door and looked at Ron, rubbing his eyes.

What's wrong?

Look at that cat!

Ron pointed to the tabby cat in the corridor and said to Harry:

Look at its eyes, the patterns are exactly the same as when Professor McGonagall turned into a kitten! They are all patterned like spectacle frames.

Oh, is it so?

Harry was interested too. He knelt down and looked at the cat.

The cat was also looking at him, meowing, as if to convey some message, but neither Harry nor Ron could understand the language of cats.

You said, could this be Professor McGonagall?

Harry said to Ron suddenly, and the cat immediately became agitated.

Harry, you really are a smart boy!

Professor McGonagall felt joy in her heart, and she meowed:

Contact Dumbledore with your wand! There's a weird magical creature here! Get out of here!

No, how is it possible?

Ron said to Harry:

Professor McGonagall is still in England! How could she come to America with us? Don't think about it, this must be Mr. Merlin's cat. He likes cats. You see, he can't even look at cats as ugly as Crookshanks. I love it.

That's what you said.

Harry nodded. What Ron said made sense. Professor McGonagall's generation were old-fashioned wizards, and they would not leave England easily under the request of the Ministry of Magic.

Let's go and find Eric. We agreed today, and we're going to visit his school.

Ron pulled Harry and ran down the stairs. Leaving poor Professor McGonagall on the second floor, the black and white kitten was lying on the railing, staring at Ron, and there was a burst of anger in her heart.

Ron! brat!

Don't pass your Transfiguration class next semester!

Downstairs, Merlin was inviting the children to have breakfast, but when Ginny didn't show up this morning, he said to Ron:

What happened to your sister?

Oh, Ginny said last night that she wasn't feeling well.

Ron bit the bread and said to Merlin:

Maybe it was the air-conditioning machine yesterday, what's it called? Air conditioner? It made her catch a little cold.

Um?

Merlin frowned, and said:

Then take Ginny to the hospital.

It's okay. Ginny drank some potion. Mom asked us to take it with her. She made it herself. It only takes a while.

Ron was talking, but Harry stepped on him severely under the table. Only then did Ron realize that he had said the wrong thing again.

He looked at Eric, who was a little confused, and hurriedly explained:

Oh, I mean, we brought our own cold medicine, so we don't need to go to the hospital.

Merlin stood up, walked up to the second floor, and knocked on the door of Ginny's room. After a while, the pale little girl opened the door for Merlin.

Are you all right, Ginny?

Merlin asked, stretched out his hand, and put it on Ginny's forehead, feeling a little hot. He said to Ginny seriously:

Put on your clothes and let's go to the hospital.

It's okay, Merlin, I drank the potion.

Ginny didn't want to trouble Merlin, but as her temporary guardian, she still couldn't convince Merlin in the end. She could only change clothes and wait for Hermione to come back. After that, the children boarded the nanny's car again and went to the nearest hospital.

On the way, Merlin left Harry, Ron and Eric at the gate of St. Agnes Abbey, and he told the children:

Just hang around St. Matthew's, boys, and I'll take Ginny to the doctor. We'll be back in a minute.

Call when something happens, okay?

Go ahead, Merlin.

Eric in casual shirt waved to Merlin:

I'll take care of my new friend!

Merlin nodded, he was still very reassured about Eric, this kid has a mature temperament far beyond his peers.

He drove Ginny and Hermione out of St. Matthew's Church, and the three children waved at them. After Merlin's car disappeared, Eric took Ron and Harry to his dormitory, and from A box full of comics was taken out from under the bed.

He said to Harry and Ron:

This is my treasure.

Very interesting, like a pictorial for children

Ron picked up the comic and flipped through a few pages. His story was very interesting, but he was a little puzzled by the picture fixed on the page. He scratched his hair and said to Eric:

But why don't these characters move?

Ron! It's hemp I mean, comics are like that!

Harry took a comic and tapped Ron on the head, saying:

Dalí has ​​comic books, I've seen them, though he never lets me read them.

Dalí is your cousin, isn't he?

Eric sat aside, a look of anger flashed across his face, he shook his fist and said to Harry:

If I were you, I'd beat him hard! It's too much.

He is very much.

Harry looked down at the cartoon about Captain America's Steve in World War II, and he said softly:

But he's my cousin after all.

Then you are such a little angel.

Eric glanced at Harry, who shook his head:

My childhood life taught me a truth, Harry, if you don't fight back when you are being bullied, they will only bully you harder. I'm not asking you to hurt him, just a little lesson.

I feel so too.

Ron was lying on Eric's bed, and he quickly flipped through the comics. His wizard ability gave him a super memory, and he could read a comic in just a few minutes.

He said to Harry who was sitting cross-legged on the ground:

Sometimes you are too used to your uncle and aunt. Your parents are really important people. You don't need to look at them at all. Hey, why is it so cold in the room all of a sudden, Eric, have you turned on the air conditioner?

No.

Eric shook his body, looked at the surrounding walls, and said:

It's strange, it's summer, how can it be so cold.

Harry raised his head. He looked at the window in front of him. He stood up abruptly and rushed to the window. The sky that was supposed to be bright and sunny suddenly turned overcast and cloudy, and a cold and strange wind was howling. move.

To make matters worse, there was already a faint layer of frost spreading on the windows before the children's eyes.

This is obviously not normal!

What's wrong? Harry!

Ron also realized that the problem was wrong. He subconsciously wanted to draw out his wand, but considering Eric beside him, he stopped the movement abruptly.

He ran to Harry, and together they looked up at the dark, cloudy sky above.

He could see that in the hazy clouds, there were a few looming black shadows floating in it and flying around.

ah!

When Harry saw those strange things, the lightning scar on the upper left of his forehead began to hurt strangely. He whispered to Ron:

It's the dementors! Go! They're coming for us!

Harry staggered slightly, and behind him, Ron rushed out of the dormitory grabbing Eric who didn't know why.

The low and suppressed storm was blowing more and more violently, causing the passers-by on this street to exclaim. Amidst the sudden cold wind, the three children rushed towards the monastery entrance.

In the eyes of little wizards like Harry and Ron, they could clearly see that the three strange heads, like the legendary god of death, had a complete upper body, but the lower body was an empty black monster.

They were wearing a cloak, and their whole bodies seemed to be soaked in water. They had scabbed palms, and their whole bodies were rotting, full of a sense of despair and gloom. They screamed, whirled and swept down from the sky, let out an ugly roar, and rushed towards the three children.

But in the eyes of ordinary people like Eric, the surroundings are empty and there is nothing.

He could only feel the cold breath penetrating more and more, so he instinctively followed Harry and Ron to escape.

Don't look back, Eric!

As the black wind beat through the street, Harry shrieked:

They will attack your spirit, don't look! Run!

Aww

In the cold wind behind the three of them, the three heads looked like monsters stained with disgusting black oil, suspended in mid-air, roaring, and rushed towards the three children from all directions.

Come on! Here!

With the running speed of children, such a monster must not be able to run.

Harry, who had encountered dementors more than once before, knew this very well. He looked around and shouted to Ron and Eric behind him:

Go to church! Shut the door! Quick!

The three rushed into St. Matthew's Church next to the monastery, closing the heavy door of the church with all their might.

It was not a prayer day at this time, and there were not many people in the church. Father Paul was cleaning the sculptures in the church when he saw the three children rushed into the church as if they were being chased by something.

The priest asked hastily:

Kids, are you all right?

Father, get out of here!

Harry looked back and saw a dementor that seemed to be seeping from the wall, darting towards the church from the other direction, right behind the priest. Harry didn't care about hiding anymore, he pulled out his wand in his pocket, and pointed at the black monster that was leaping towards the priest in front of him.

Expetopatronum! (Excuse god guard)

At this moment, under Father Paul's and Eric's surprised gazes, a bright silver light shot out from the top of Harry's wand.

They could only see a ray of light, but dancing in that light was a galloping silver stag, its whole body was made up of bright light, with clear and huge antlers, just like a legendary elf.

The moment the guardian spirit was summoned, it let out a misty roar, and under the guidance of Harry's wand, the stag walked through the air, lowered its head, and slammed into it fiercely in a striking gesture. On the body of the dementor.

Like sunlight piercing the shadows, the moment it was touched by the guardian spirit, the dementor that had touched Father Paul let out a terrified scream, and fled the church in a whirl.

Harry's wand flipped over again, and the huge silver stag galloped through the air, then rushed into the sky behind the three children, driving the three chasing dementors away again.

Eric was dumbfounded watching those dancing beams.

In the eyes of this black boy, Harry at this moment is no longer the silent, even a little cowardly young man. Under the light, Harry Potter is like a savior in the light .

The firmness in his eyes was extremely moving.

At the same time, on the other side, on the top floor of the hospital in Hell's Kitchen, a stern-faced Merlin appeared in the black mist. He looked at the strange monster in front of him who was trapped in the air by the black mist and could not escape.

The thing had no face, no eyes, just like a dark shadow, covered with a shell like oil and smoke, it looked like an evil thing gathered by the darkest forces, and it was supposed to have a long mouth. There was a hole in the place, and there were screams and screams.

Every time Merlin watched the monster that suddenly appeared in the hospital and tried to attack Hermione and Ginny, those negative memories that made people feel bad would recall in his mind.

This made Merlin feel very, very badly.

He raised his palm, and under his indifferent gaze, the dementor trapped in the black mist of magic power screamed in pain in the black mist that was getting hotter and hotter, like a cloud of flame.

The demon power from the third house is higher than this dark and gloomy monster, no matter in terms of energy level or rule level. Therefore, driven by Merlin's will to kill, this weird existence seemed to be thrown into the millstone.

Little by little, this dark, light-absorbing monster was torn apart and its appearance completely destroyed in the mad strangulation of the scorching black mist. But under the terrible shell, what the monster hides is an even uglier soul.

Merlin's five fingers closed suddenly at this moment, and the escaping black mist quickly returned to his body.

Under the warm sunshine again, Merlin had a smoky stone in his hand, and he sealed the things left by the dementor in it.

Merlin can't kill such a weird creature

But he felt that maybe from Harry he could get some information on how to deal with these monsters.

If he guessed correctly, these things should be aimed at children.

He thought for a while, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

Hello, Fury? I'm Merlin. I have something to do here. I want to inform you that there is a new magic threat in Hell's Kitchen. I'm dealing with it, but if things don't go well, I may need some help.