[HP] Five Poisons

Harry had imagined countless times what it would be like when he met and fought against the mysterious man. Perhaps at that time, he had become an excellent wizard not inferior to his father, powerful and mature enough to fight against the mysterious man Or maybe, with the help of teachers and friends, we all defeated this vicious "Dark Lord"; more maybe, their meeting was just his desperate tragedy...

He has imagined countless possible situations. In those imaginary scenes, there are his victories and of course his defeats; there are sadness, anger, and apprehension, but he has no fear, even though he knows that he may not be mysterious Human opponents, but miraculously, never felt afraid.

Harry stood there, staring motionless at the strange face that had met several times in the dream. In the emerald eyes, there was a straight forward, fearless calm.

Although the actual situation is far from what he imagined, this is an excellent opportunity for him. If the duel between them is fate, if only one of them can live, he I will work hard to be the one who survives.

Avada Kedavra.

The first of the three unforgivable curses, once used on humans, if arrested by the Ministry of Magic, he will be imprisoned in Azkaban for life.

Harry recalled the introduction about it in the book, and couldn't help but twitched his lips. If the object was a mysterious person, he would be willing to enter Azkaban after killing him.

He had already memorized the Killing Curse spell in his heart. It was the first time in his life, and probably the last time he used this spell. Harry felt that his heart was very peaceful now, a peace he had never had before.

"Wow~Harry~" the mysterious man looked at the green-eyed boy pointing his wand at him with a strange smile, and mocked, "Are you trying to kill me?"

Harry looked at the clump that was far from the powerful and terrifying Dark Lord that people said, and smiled slightly, "Avada—"

The second half of the unspoken spell disappeared in his throat, and the burning pain from the right cheek made Harry's brain suddenly go blank for a moment.

He stared blankly at the ball floating in midair, stretched out a finger not much thicker than chopsticks, and drew a semicircular arc in midair.

There was a sudden scream in his ear, he turned his head in a daze, and saw Peter, whose forearm had been cut off by an invisible blade, woke up from a coma because of the pain, and the dark red that dyed the grass kept gushing out. His pupils constricted violently.

"Harry!" Digory pulled him back cautiously.

The mysterious man unexpectedly didn't look at them more, he floated slowly to the top of the cauldron, and snorted coldly, "Not yet, idiot!"

Immediately, under the surprised eyes of Harry and the others, he jumped into the cauldron, splashing a lot of water.

Digory opened his mouth, "...Is that a pot of boiling water?"

Peter trembled and arched his body, endured the pain, struggled to get up from the ground, panted heavily, came to the edge of the cauldron with a humble expression, raised his wand with his only remaining hand, and pointed at the cauldron. Harry them.

Without thinking, Digory pulled Harry to hide behind a tombstone, but found that Peter's target was a tombstone behind where they were standing before.

A piece of white bone slowly flew to Peter's side, and Peter muttered, "Father's bone, donated by accident..."

The white bones that spontaneously ignited for no reason fell into the pot.

Peter looked up at the amputated arm that was floating above his head, and said, "The meat of the servant, voluntarily donate..."

"Plop!" With a sound, the broken arm was also thrown into the pot.

"The blood of the enemy, forcibly taken out."

Some solidified red liquid fell down.

Harry touched his right cheek subconsciously. There was a large wound there, which was still oozing blood until now.

Digory pondered while observing Peter's actions similar to refining medicine, "This looks a bit like a sacrificial black magic."

"The mysterious man must be trying to do something." Harry swallowed a bottle of hemostatic potion and pursed his lips. "His body doesn't look very good now, maybe he wants to make himself stronger."

The two looked at the cauldron that was starting to smoke.

"I said," Diggory glanced at Peter who was staring at the pot with all his attention, "it seems that they still need a little time."

Harry frowned, and decided to fight, "I can only take advantage of it now." Then he stood up and was about to rush over, but Digory grabbed him by the collar.

"Wait." Digory warned his impatient companion in a low voice to be calm, then stretched his neck to look around for a while, and after finding the target, he whispered the magic spell.

After seeing the thing flying low over the grass, Harry instantly understood what Digory meant, and he nodded, signaling that he was ready.

Digory glanced at the Triwizard Cup that was about to be handed, and leaned out from behind the tombstone together with Harry, with two wands pointing directly at each person.

"Reducto!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The moment the raging fire ignited in the pot, there were screams and explosions at the same time.

A powerful flash of light covered this area, and those who were irritated could not open their eyes.

Hearing the whistling wind, Digory quickly grabbed Harry who was standing beside him, grabbed the flying Triwizard Cup with his backhand, and a strong sense of dizziness swept over the two of them again.

Ron, who was wearing colorful clothes again, was crying, "This is a sweater that Lavender knitted for me." Now there are no sleeves left, and they have become a vest.

Chi Mo twisted his arm and found that it was dislocated.Tch—there are still so many things in the way in this office, it is almost impossible to guard against, and one will be hit by a "hidden weapon" if one is not careful.

Little Barty's eyes almost burst into flames. He just found an Auror who wanted to attack him in the arena. Although he dealt with that waste, he also realized that his identity might have been changed. After being exposed, he hurried back to the office to pack his things, and was about to leave, but out of nowhere, a red-haired brat from the Weasley family came, and before he could deal with him, another troublesome kid came.

One by one will come to hinder him, unforgivable!

He must let these two brats know the price of angering him!

"hiss--"

The movement was too big, and Barty Jr., who was involved in the wound, froze, and then became even more furious. Very well, let these two murder-seeking brats try the baptism accepted by Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom !

"crucio—crucio—crucio—"

He laughed wildly, looking at the two little ghosts who were being tortured and rolling all over the floor, he repeatedly used the Imperius Curse repeatedly, making them kill each other, and using the Cruciatus Curse to make them die of pain.

There was a morbid contentment in the hazel eyes.

Ron was tidying up the threads on the sweater that were exposed due to unthreading, and looked at the Cruciatus Curse on the two chairs as if looking crazy. Every time he threw a spell, he let out a disgusting laugh. .

"He looks like a fool." Ron smiled gloatingly, then turned to ask the sponsor of this good show, "How long will he be so stupid?"

"Maximum 5 minutes." Chi Mo rummaged through the wreckage of the battle without raising his head, "He won't last long."

Ron leaned over curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Chi Mo patted the dust on his hands and replied, "I saw it on the Marauder's Map before, and Moody's name is also here."

Ron helped to find it as soon as he heard it, and the two of them ignored the little Barty who was poisoned by the illusion at the other end of the room.

"Oh! Chi Mo! Come and take a look at this!" Ron, a treasure hunt expert, found a box that seemed to be the target, and called out to his companions, "There is movement inside."

The two were about to unlock the lock when they heard a muffled sound behind them—the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The two turned around, and Little Barty, whose skin was purple-black, fell motionless on the ground. There were many thin silk threads between the clothes and the carpet that touched the carpet.

Although I asked Chi Mo just now, but seeing the horrible appearance of little Barty with his own eyes, Ron still retched twice, "When did you poison?"

"After you come in." Chi Mo shrugged. As a disciple of the Five Poisons, isn't refining and using poison a basic skill.Moreover, he found that when people in the magic world fight against each other, almost all of them walk around the world with a magic wand, and they are almost unprepared for poison. Don't be too easy when you do it—he successfully sent it to Little Barty. After getting two kinds of poison powder, the latter was still excited to knock him down on the bookcase.

In contrast, he was more curious about the rug under Little Barty's body that had been tampered with beforehand. After suffering from the Illusion Gu, Little Barty couldn't move a step, obviously it was the effect of those pink filaments, "Superglue?"

Ron waved his hand and helped Chi Mo clear his mind with a smile. "Almost the nature. It's George's new invention, 'Love Bubble Gum' - with your sponsor, they've invented a lot of new things recently. This prank bubble gum is fifty times more effective than ordinary adhesives No matter how strong the magic is, as long as there is no antidote, you can't get away." He coughed dryly, "They have already tested it on Dad."

While being speechless about the name of this prank prop, Chi Mo couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy for the Mr. Weasley who had never met.

"Bang bang bang-"

The knocking sound from the box once again drew the attention of the two of them back.

Chi Mo took a look at the big iron box, which seemed to be very strong, and threw an unlocking spell over it.

The lid of the box was opened, and a smaller box appeared inside...

After repeating this nearly twenty times, Ron has gone from excitement to numbness at the beginning.

"With so many layers, if Moody was really inside, he would have been smothered to death?" He doubted, "Could it be some kind of black magic item in it?"