hp Ouroboros

Chapter 78

Except that the familiar parts of Hogwarts Castle were broken everywhere in the picture, which made everyone present feel uneasy and dignified, the rest of Vanner's journey was relatively calm.

At the end of the corridor, there was a gate reinforced and locked with an iron fence blocking Vanner's way, but the boy who was only seven or eight years old did not slow down. He raised his hand and waved forward, and a childish voice sounded: "Bones to pieces! ( Reducto)"

Crushing Curse!This is a magic that is still very commonly used today!The young wizards in the Great Hall had heard of the spell, even if they hadn't learned how to use it - but the boy didn't have a wand in his hand, and he was even running fast!

A bright blue light hit the door, and there was a loud bang! The door, including the iron fence, was shattered into pieces, exposing the grass behind the door.

Outside the door is a piece of well-maintained grass, without any broken traces in the castle, and there are no traces of enemies in the visible places in the picture. A small group of eight people in black cloaks suddenly brought a strange atmosphere to this peaceful grassland.

"Father!" cried the boy.Among the group of people, the one standing in the middle stopped and looked back at Vanner.

Some students in the seats made admiring voices - the man who turned his head looked very young, and he was too good-looking, and his appearance that was too feminine for a man was not a problem at all.

Vanner ran up to the handsome man, panting violently, "Father..." The boy's voice trembled, and when he raised his head, some mist gathered in his pale blue-gray eyes, " Don't go, father..."

The man sighed softly, and he said to the other seven people who were waiting for him, "Get ready first, I'll be here in a while." When they were all gone, the man squatted down and looked at his son with a look of embarrassment on his face. Softly, "Vanner, father has to go, you should understand. When you sneaked out just now, you should have seen it along the way," the man raised his hand and touched Fanner's head, his tone was gentle and the boy Explaining, "Hogwarts castle is breached, enemies are everywhere, Vanner. Mentor Salazar and the others just happened to be out, and we're about to lose...we can't lose, Hogwarts can't lose, This is the home of all wizards... your home..."

"Father..." Vanner lowered his head sadly.

"Raise your head up, Vanner." The man's tone became a little serious, "You are the only son of Malfoy, one of the only three disciples of Salazar's mentor, and you are also Lana's son," the man said Looking nostalgicly at the huge hardcover book in Vanner's arms, "Mother Lana is one of Rowena Ravenclaw's proud students."

"You have Lana's mother's spellbook," the man pulled down his wide hood, and his long platinum-blond hair fell like a waterfall onto the grass. He took out a silver knife from the cloak and cut a small Handed a bunch of hair to Vanner, "Now you still have my hair, protect your hair, it is one of the sources of power of the succubus blood." The man patted Vanner's small chest, "Remember Hold on, Vanner, you have the intelligence of Mother Lana and the blood of my half-succubus, you should be alert and strong—including your heart."

The man stood up, "Live no matter what, Vanner. Slytherins are not afraid of sacrifice, but you have to live until you find something you are willing to die for, no matter what..." said Finished, and finally took another deep look at the young son, the man turned around and walked away not far away without looking back.There, the seven companions had already formed a circle and stood there waiting.

Vanner stood where he was, wrapped in a thick magic book, tightly holding a strand of long hair in his hand, he didn't try to stop his father, the boy stood quietly, watching his father walk to seven In the center of the personal circle, he understood what was going to happen, but the wizards in the hall did not, except that everyone sensed the fate of the young man named Malfoy never to return.

The man stood still in the circle, nodding to his companions, but no one spoke.

The seven wizards took out a large bottle of dark green liquid from under their cloaks and poured it on the ground at the same time.Very strange, the liquid did not seep into the soil, but accumulated in the circle surrounded by seven people. The man took off his cloak first and threw the circle. After absorbing the liquid on the ground, after the entire robe was dyed dark green, the remaining liquid just covered the man's bare white instep.

The seven wizards who formed the circle began to chant the incantations aloud at the same time with a tacit understanding. A large part of the incantations were obscure and difficult to pronounce. In the auditorium, the underage wizards were not mentioned, and even several professors and even the most well-informed great The wizard Dumbledore has never heard of it.

The most amazing thing is not the spells, but the young Mr. Malfoy actually danced in the ring as if dancing with the tones of the spells.

The close-fitting robe outlines the man's slender but powerful muscles like a cheetah originally hidden under the cloak. His movements are very powerful, similar to the modern dance that is emerging among modern Muggles.

The dark green liquid on the ground was thrown into the air with Malfoy's violent kick, creating a graceful dark green arc, which did not splash on the wizards forming the circle in midair, as if there was an invisible semicircle The big bowl was upside down in the ring, and the dark green liquid that was brought up by Falfur's powerful dance kept being swayed, stayed in the air, and gradually turned into shining silver, Malfoy's robe, which had been dyed dark green, also had silver lines with mysterious patterns extending upward from the hem of the robe.

As streaks of silver lighted up in the air, they gradually formed patterns with a strange beauty. Suddenly, two silver knives appeared on Malfoy's hands from nowhere, and he threw his backhand into his hands without hesitation. The arm was cut open forcefully, blood gushed out, and as the man swung his arm violently, two streaks of bright red were sprinkled in a piece of silver light.As soon as the blood touched the silver lights in the air, it caught fire by itself.

Gradually, blood flowed from his closed eyes, blood came from his nose and ear holes, and the two long wounds on his arms were still bleeding. The man's face became paler and paler, but he didn't stop.

Then he raised the knife and ran across his waist-length hair at the back of his head. The platinum-blonde silky hair burned violently before it hit the ground, and Malfoy's face turned as cold as ice in winter. The water in the lake is as white as in the lake, even a little blue and purple.For the last jump, Malfoy knelt on the ground, exerted the last bit of strength, and lifted his head from bottom to top, the blood gushing out from the biting tongue in his mouth drew the last arc required by this magic in the air.

The blood was burning violently, and the ink that had turned into silver in mid-air was full of silver light. The mantra that had been chanting suddenly stopped, and the strong silver light burst out. Everyone in the auditorium even had to close their eyes, waiting When they opened their eyes again, it looked like it was over.

The man kneeling in the middle of the empty seven-person circle maintained that kneeling posture with his head up and looking at the sky, without moving.

A figure rushed out of the dilapidated castle, the armor on his body clanging loudly, "Malfoy!!" A woman's screaming voice came one step ahead of her figure, it was a Gryffin There were many female warriors, a terrible scar was broken on the chest of her armor, and blood was everywhere on her face.

The Gryffindor warrior woman's light brown eyes were full of fury, and she strode towards the seven wizards, feeling like she was going to beat them up.

Suddenly, two men also wearing armor rushed up from the side and held the woman tightly.

"Who asked you to sacrifice him! He is one of the only three disciples of the mentor Salazar! How can you!!" Even though she was pulled, the woman still seemed eager to kill those guys with hoods .

"Peverell!!" One of the seven pulled down his hood vigorously, revealing his black but somewhat greasy hair, and his dark eyes were also full of anger, "Peverell! It's you! It's you guys People killed Malfoy! Keep asking Salazar to accept that bastard! That bastard! Look! Are you satisfied now! Are you satisfied! Peverell!"

After being yelled at by the black-haired man, the Gryffindor woman named Peverell collapsed to the ground, her eyes filled with tears.

The dark-haired man didn't let her go, and continued to growl and strode towards her, "Are you satisfied now!! He sacrificed for everyone! Now you remember that he is a disciple of the teacher of Salazar!! Don't think Nobody knows you like Malfoy!"

"Enough! Prince!" roared one of the tall men pulling Peverell, but his voice quickly sank, "Malfoy wasn't the only one who died...a lot of people died. ..”

At this moment Vanner came over. He walked up to Ms. Peverell, took one out of the long platinum-blonde hair he was holding tightly in his hand, and handed it to Peverell who was weeping silently. .

Taking the hair in a daze, Peverell seemed to come back to his senses, hugged the boy in front of him tightly, and burst into tears.

There were also tears in the boy's eyes, but he stubbornly didn't let them fall, he said softly: "We must survive, no matter what..."

The picture gradually blurred, turning into a silver-white mist and returning to the small bottle in Sylvia's hand-the scene was completely silent.

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