Chapter 481: Woe to Hogwarts

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When the huge picture frame gradually protruded on the wall, Harry and Ron's hearts instantly gave birth to infinite hope. Seriously, they are thirsty and hungry, and they are almost going crazy.
After the painting was completely formed, they saw what was painted on the canvas.
Speaking of which, at first glance, it's really nothing special-the wooden door frame, the lush green shade and the slightly gloomy sky outside the door opening. The door frame was full of tender and delicate creepers, and it looked like a lively scene.
Ron reached out his hand subconsciously, and gently pushed the edge of the frame, only to find that nothing happened.
"Is this a hint?" He said strangely. "And how exactly did it appear? I don't remember what agency I just met."
"I think there will be an answer after a while." Harry shook his head, then pointed at the canvas.
Ron's gaze followed where he was pointing-it was a grove painted in the painting, and it was in the middle of the lush forest that a black spot was slowly growing.
No, it's not a black spot, but a figure in the painting, coming from far and near to their side.
At first, it was not clear from the distance. When the figure entered, they found out that it was a beautiful girl with a quiet appearance.
The young girl was wearing a simple striped blue dress with vertical stripes, her hands were implicitly folded in front of her belly, and she was carrying a small leather-covered notebook in her hand. A reddish blonde hair curled slightly, hanging naturally over the shoulder like a wave.
"Excuse me ... are you?" Harry hesitated.
But the girl in the painting just looked at him and Ron softly, as if she didn't mean to talk. The sight was too mild, but they made the two boys blush.
"Uh ... I mean, are you here to tell us how to get out of here?" Harry saw her not talking, and had to bite her head. "Seriously, our stomachs are going to be hungry ..."
When the girl in the painting heard it, her mouth slightly tickled, as if it was funny to hear him say something, and was amused. She shook her head slightly, then turned back without saying a word.
Harry and Ron were in a hurry, but before they could speak again, with a soft squeak, the frame opened automatically from the side like a door leaf.
There are many such rooms in Hogwarts Castle, even their Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron didn't have much surprise when they saw this, but they hurriedly probed into the doorway that gradually appeared after the frame.
It was a deep and dark passageway, about the same size as the painting, and it was not difficult for an adult to walk inside. Harry and Ron glanced at each other, then walked back and forth into the tunnel.
Walking in this long tunnel, footsteps rattled in my ears, but nothing else happened. Neither danger nor obstacles seemed to be another problem that Maca left them.
It is worth mentioning that this tunnel seems to be straight forward. It took more than ten minutes to walk without even a corner. At least, neither Harry nor Ron felt the slightest change.
It stands to reason that after walking so long, the distance from one end of the castle to the other is absolutely there. Could it be that they are no longer in Hogwarts?
The two kept walking forward, probably because the front and back were so dark that they couldn't even shine their magic wands, and the anxiety in their hearts made them move faster and faster.
But what they didn't know was that it was the blessing of unconsciously accelerating their pace that allowed them to accidentally escape a fatal calamity.
Ron walking behind didn't notice that for a moment, everything behind him had some kind of unintelligible distortion.
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That's right, that momentary distortion occurred just as Greenward took out something.
This isn't the first time I've seen Maca ... No, he hasn't actually seen it in real terms, but it looks like it's firmly in Maca's mind.
This is a round mirror with a silver body.
There is no seam between the natural frame and the base, and the smoke-like mirror surface is gray, as if nothing can be seen.
The frame and the base are carved with delicate lines, and the familiar and unfamiliar regular runes are sparsely arranged on the round frame, flashing a thrilling gloom.
Maca was convinced that this was the mysterious round mirror he saw in the murals of Helber's Tomb, and it was a source of enough evil.
"Greenward, what do you want to do! You're going to make Hogwarts a waste--"
He couldn't finish talking, because the mirror was just at that moment, and he started!
The circle of runes on the frame suddenly burst into purple and black, and the chaotic and bewildering mirror surface flowed like a vortex, and a mysterious and mysterious wave spread over time.
This wave of motion was accompanied by a weird twist that engulfed the entire Hogwarts Castle, including the large mountains surrounding the castle. Immediately afterwards, even Maca didn't have time to respond, and felt that the space affected by the fluctuation was suddenly a shock, as if to drag the entire space into the mirror surface and generally shrink it there.
It was this contraction in less than half a second, and Maca immediately widened her eyes-he could see that his soul had been dragged out of the body, tearing past the unknown mirror, as if There was a tremendous amount of suction pulling on his soul.
If it hadn't been for his intense efforts to study soul magic, this would have completely killed him.
After Makar exerted his magic and forced his soul back into his body, he had to breathe a sigh of relief. If you just react a little more slowly and let the soul leave the body completely, then you can never go back.
No wonder the murals in the grave chamber will be so terrible that it will depict it, and even an entire ancient city can be completely turned into a dead city. This mysterious force that only targets the soul is really too terrifying.
Seeing the misty mirror still flowing, Voldemort's soul was still struggling to resist, while Greenward's body had already collapsed to the ground.
Maca knew that the old guy had no intention of resisting at all, and his purpose seemed to be to enter the mirror.
If you want to die, die, find a place that is not good, but went to Hogwarts. With such a stir, the joy was great.
Maca didn't even want to look back, he was afraid he would see the scene painted by a mural. To this day, he still clearly remembers that the tortuous twists and turns in the murals resemble the torrent of souls in the long river, and the whole huge giant painting is made into a black and gray main color.
At this moment, although Maca was restless in his heart, he was still not flustered. But when he saw that he held up the staff in his hand, regardless of his safety, he first condensed the power of an ice-blue rule and shot at Voldemort.
Voldemort must be dead right now, and his soul fragments must not be taken away by this weird mirror, or it will probably cause another horrible disaster.
Voldemort, who is desperately resisting the suction that pulls the soul, can't resist the light beam of this dazzling rule. Just for a moment, his black flame like fireflies in the wind was immediately swallowed by the blue and white glow.
In an inaudible mourning, Voldemort's brutality was quickly pulled towards the mirror by an invisible and shadowless force, but Maca's movement was faster than that!
Just a wave, a humble empty potion bottle stopped Voldemort's soul fragments halfway through. The ghost-like remnant slammed into the bottle, and as the bottle flashed, it failed to pierce through the bottom of the bottle.
The terrible thing is that the suction force from this floor-to-round mirror is too strong, and a large crack has appeared in the bottle body ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It seems that it will turn into a smash at any time.
Speaking of time and time, seeing Maka beckoning quickly. The moment the bottle containing Voldemort's soul flew towards him, he grabbed the bottle in time, strengthened the curse on the bottle, and ran towards the door not far away.
Who knows if this round mirror will cause a second contraction, he must hurry up.
Maca, with its "swift" ability turned on, is absolutely unusual in terms of running speed. A few hundred feet passed by quickly, and he quickly opened Hogwarts's door, and the bottle containing Voldemort's remnant came out the door with the key.
With a twist of space, the other source of disaster was finally sent away. But almost in the next second, the entire space really contracted a second time, and the momentum came even more fierce than the first!
Maca's soul was shaken out of the body again. Most of the soul had no physical protection and could not resist the violent pulling force. It's not that difficult to pull back the soul that was shaken out of the body.
After a while, he reluctantly reintroduced his soul, but if he did it again, he would have no confidence to resist it.
Maca finally turned back, and turned to glance. Mantian's soul failed to exceed his expectations, and while he was full of resentment, he also felt a deep sense of weakness.
He stretched out his staff again, and suddenly a force of rules suddenly blasted out, rushing towards the secretive floor mirror.
In the past, the power of the unfavourable first-level rules finally made an exception this time. But when I saw the ice-blue beam falling on the mirror body, it was barely covered with a layer of frost, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.