Chapter 665: Magic ritual

Noon Hogwarts is full of sunshine everywhere, but in the principal ’s office, the light from a pink gem even overwhelms the noon sunlight coming from the window, and dyes the entire office It became pink.
With the further output of Ryan's magic, the pink rose made of light looks more and more solid. When this rose of light finally became almost like a crystal craft, the magic contained therein also reached a peak.
"Next, it's a complete bondage." Ryan thought of waving his wand in his right hand, and a large number of pink petals like crystals emerged from the rose of light, and then a pink rope formed in the air. The twine turned to the black grass man. At the same time, the flames on the two oil lamps on the grassman also jumped up, just plating these pink petals flying over the edge of the flame.
"It is now." After discovering that almost all the pink rose petals surrounding the black grass man were stained with a layer of flame, Ryan slammed his left hand. Immediately those pink ropes spread out again and turned into a lot of petals, and then hugged up to the black grassman like a moth that threw fire.
When the first petal was attached to the grass man, an instant burst of tiny Mars burst at the point of contact. At that moment, Harry suddenly shivered.
"Harry, how are you?" Dumbledore, who had been staring at Harry, discovered this at the time and asked with concern. "Do you feel anything wrong now? If you really feel uncomfortable and can't hold it, just say it. No one here will laugh at you."
"It's okay, it just feels like a needle stuck." Harry turned to Dumbledore. "Now this kind of acupuncture feels more dense, but it's not very painful, it's just a tingling sensation. Just now I was just a little bit uncomfortable, not unsustainable."
Ryan knew that this was not Harry's support, but because he had lived with Voldemort's soul since he was a child, which led to some spiritual fusion. This made Harry feel part of the soul film when he attacked Voldemort's soul. It's just that even if the two souls are merged but not integrated, the feelings should be more than one grade lighter.
For example, now every petal bursts on the scarecrow leaving a black scorch with a trace of flame in the burst. This Voldemort's soul felt as if it had been slashed, but after being weakened multiple times, Harry felt the itching that was completely within the scope of the bear.
As one petal after another ignited on the black scarecrow, the scorch marks of the size of the needle tips slowly connected into a line. Then these lines form another rune of fingertip size.
Finally, after the rain of rose petals disappeared from the office. The black scarecrow has been densely covered with hundreds of thousands of runes composed of scorch marks burning a dark red flame. At the same time, these runes are integrated into one, forming a complex magic flow system on the surface and body of the scarecrow.
At this time, the scarecrow shivered desperately as if it were alive, struggling. With shaking and struggling, a phantom made up of black mist also vaguely appeared in the scarecrow. This phantom struggled hard to try to get out of the scarecrow, but as long as it left the scarecrow a little bit, it would be pushed back by the magic system of the rune on the scarecrow.
"It feels easier than expected." Lane thought about it secretly, because this Horcrux did not scream, confuse people or some kind of soul shock like other Horcruxes. Now it is just struggling purely with the instinct of his Horcrux. However, this is not an accident. Compared with other elaborate Horcruxes, the product defense of this accident is basically equivalent to zero. The only trouble is that it is entangled with Harry's soul, but now the problem has been solved.
Under the effect of the runes on the scarecrow, the phantom in the middle became more and more obvious. Finally, in the eyes of three people in the principal's office, a blood-red figure appeared.
The shape of the thing is a naked child, curled up on the ground, red skin is very rough, looks like it has been peeled off, it is now struggling to break the shackles of the grassman, while struggling to breathe.
"What the is this?" Harry said disgustedly. The thing in his eyes was petite, weak and wounded, but there was a voice in his soul that kept him from approaching it. Even if he was still sore and still fixed on the chair, he still tried his best to tilt his body back, trying to stay away from this thing.
"Hush—" Professor Dumbledore made a quiet gesture with his index finger in front of his mouth. "Next, please believe your friend Ryan and do exactly what he said, don't ask why."
"Harry, can you move now? The core is that you can control yourself now?" Ryan turned to look at Harry at this moment, behind him, the blood-red figure screamed silently.
"No problem." Harry moved his hands and feet. "I have to say that even if I feel sore all over my body now, I can still control my hands and feet. As long as I don't let me ride a broom and hit a Quidditch now, I think it will be fine to do other things now.
"That's good," Ryan turned to look at Professor Dumbledore after confirming Harry's condition. "I think you can put Harry down now, because the last step must be done by Harry himself."
"No problem." Dumbledore nodded his head and waved the old wand to release Harry's shackles, then comforted Harry. "There are two people here who can fight Voldemort head-on, so you don't have to worry about any unsolvable problems."
"I'm just a little sleepy now, with soreness all over my body, except that I'm in good shape," Harry said, then looked at Ryan. "Okay, Ryan. You tell me what I should do, and I will try my best to do it well."
"Did you play bows and arrows when you were a kid ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I mean that kind of toy bow and arrow." Ryan asked Harry who was coming.
"Played." Harry nodded. "That was when Dudley had one when I was in elementary school, but he ran to play video game machines after a few days. After that, I took that thing to play."
"That's good," Ryan said, taking a small toy-like mulberry bow and three peach branches arrows into Harry's hand, and said, "Now get these things, Then stand up to the grassman. "
"What should I do next? Do you shoot this grassman with an arrow?" Harry said to the grassman. "You see that there is already a target, and you gave me bows and arrows again. It looks like I was shooting this grass man."
"Yes, you guessed it right." Lane said with a smile. "Now listen to my order to shoot, your first arrow will shoot the grassman's left eye first."
A foot away, Harry shot the Cayman's left eye accurately. The power he used was not great, but the strange thing was that this small slap-sized arrow was deeply inserted into the left eye of the grass man.
"The left eye hurts." Just when the arrow hit the target, Harry also felt a pain in his left eye.
"Don't worry, the final stage of the spell is uncomfortable," Lane comforted. "Just put up with it."
Harry turned his head to look at Professor Dumbledore and saw Professor Dumbledore nodded at him. So he turned his head and continued to endure the physical discomfort to complete the next ceremony.
Following Ryan's command, he shot the second arrow in the right eye of the grass man, and the last arrow hit the heart of the grass man. But just after the last arrow was shot, he felt a cramp in his heart, and he fell to the ground with a black eye.
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