Chapter 274 Bloody Abyss
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 274 Bloody Abyss
Soon the entire blood tree was burnt to pieces by Fiendfire.
(Its own structure can no longer withstand the gravity, it cannot support it and breaks apart, entwined with black fire,... a large piece, a large piece of red charcoal-like thing was separated, and fell to the ground),
In the end, the body of the strange tree gradually turned to ashes in the black smoke and black fire.
But those splashes were also identified by Professor Sprout as seeds.
- Seeds of Rafflesia.
"Just like I said last time..."
"Now, this giant strange tree is already a mature magical weapon, just like the crazy imagination of those ancient wizards..."
"No matter who is behind the scenes... Judging from the situation just now, this thing has already synthesized the Rafflesia flower, the blood tree created by the despicable Hai Erbo, Godard's cloud and rain tree... the characteristics of various magical plants!"
"The dark wizard behind it is using us to perfect this weapon step by step, and it is now close to maturity!"
When all the professors and Aurors reunited, Professor Sprout explained sternly.
These words made them realize...the matter is not over yet.
In other words, bad things...actually came much sooner than they thought.
While Dumbledore was dealing with Fiendfire, hints were beginning to emerge elsewhere in the Forbidden Forest.
Some of the horsemen who were patrolling the Forbidden Forest in the distance hurried over.
They reported an unexpected but reasonable bad news to everyone.
The same strange tree species have already appeared in other places in the Forbidden Forest, and they are rapidly sprouting and growing.
"Some have even grown to the size of a small house!"
"Although we have driven most of the magical creatures to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the Black Lake... to avoid these things... But some small creatures have been poisoned, and the growth rate of these strange trees is far beyond our expectations..."
"The number is also beyond imagination..."
"There are three or four of the ones we found..."
The news from the centaur made everyone dejected, and some wizards even proposed to isolate the entire Forbidden Forest and then burn it down.
——They even come up with such a stupid idea (not afraid that a fire will also burn the thousand-year-old Hogwarts Castle),
But it also shows the psychological shadow left by the strange tree just now.
Even so, the wizards couldn't stay here.
"We must burn this strange tree before it reaches maturity... not even a single leaf remains."
cried Cornelius Fudge, jumping to his feet.
— This nightmare will never end.
After discussing with Dumbledore, he divided the wizards into three teams, and let a few wizards who are good at using the [Fierffire Curse] be the team leaders for special treatment.
"If you can't deal with it... Immediately ask for help, I don't want any more damage!"
"Especially don't let [Fierce Fire Curse]'s magical backfire happen!"
Under the signal of Fudge and Dumbledore, the professors and Aurors formed a team and followed the centaur to carry out an operation code-named 'Weeder' in the Forbidden Forest.
An extremely difficult and dangerous operation that will last for a long time.
Then he and Dumbledore had to deal with the Fiendfire blazing there.
Fiendfire burned the body of the strange tree into a pile of charcoal, just like a hill formed by flames.
Black smoke billowed and flames lingered.
Moreover, they will also torture Gerald Lockhart.
Hurry up!
This matter is getting worse, and they must soon catch the black hand behind this scene.
They must race against time.
Otherwise, not only would the mastermind escape, but this dangerous magical weapon of war... could truly change the balance between wizards, Muggles, and the Ministry of Magic.
Its lethality, and the more deadly it is, it will bring chaos and destruction to the entire world.
It would push Muggle and wizarding worlds far from ready to collide abruptly, wanting to destroy each other.
This... Dumbledore and Fudge didn't need to say much to each other, they could understand this too.
……
"I don't know……"
"what do you mean……"
"That ball of light in your hand... is that little ball of light the World Tree?"
Les Finley, the guy who spent his whole life chasing the World Tree, was about to cry. (Of course, this is the subconscious judgment in McGuffin's mind, imagine)
In fact, this guy has no expression on his face now, no anger, no sadness, no depression... just staring blankly at the oval seed that is as clear as emerald and emits a slight golden-green fluorescence.
The guy's legs were trembling constantly, unable to support himself, and he fell limply to the ground.
He kept asking McGuffin this question repeatedly in his mouth, which lasted for about tens of seconds.
It was like losing the dream and hope of survival all of a sudden, and more than half of the soul was missing.
McGuffin shook his head, and quickly dispelled the slight pity in his heart.
That guy's previous behavior——doesn't deserve my sympathy.
And the one who is in a worse situation now is himself. In this situation, that guy either blames himself, or doesn't believe in himself... That kind of situation is not a good trend.
really……
"fk-fk-fk..."
"It's impossible! Impossible!"
Les Finley immediately stood up, looked at the ball of light in McGuffin's hand, and shouted loudly.
He fell into impotent rage, his whole brain was boiling like a broken repeater.
"You're lying!" Les Finley yelled loudly, with a distorted expression on his face, as if he had thought of something.
Hastily waved the wand, and summoned the golden weighing pan again.
The two illusory and transparent hearts above are still twitching regularly, and the chains above are tightly surrounding and trembling.
and nothing has changed.
"No, it's impossible! Why..."
"Why is there no change? If you lie, you will violate the contract...why didn't you violate the contract!"
"Could it be that what you little wizard said...is true!?"
"impossible!"
"Then my whole life...then I became that liar and came to Hogwarts...then what I have done and sacrificed are all meaningless!"
Les Finley took out a parchment from his bosom, waved his magic wand to tear it into pieces, sprinkled it into the sky, and then burned it to ashes.
He staggered and swayed, unable to stand still, with a look of despair on his face.
"Shit world tree... Shit world tree seeds!"
But he cursed loudly for a while, as if he had regretted it, he hurried like crazy, and lay down on the ground looking for the parchment that he burned to ashes.
Obviously this was futile, but he immediately realized the McGuffin who was trying to reduce his sense of existence, grabbed his collar and said:
"No, no, no... there must be something wrong!"
"You can't hide everything...you can't hide anything, you have to tell me..."
Les Finley picked up his wand and pointed at the gold weighing pan and said, the chain on the heart on the thing began to tighten a little bit.
McGuffin immediately felt a burning sensation in his heart at the same time, as well as a feeling... as if the chest cavity had shrunk several times, the heart was beating so violently, clinging to the flesh and nerves... Every time he beat, he could feel more clearly that it was about to pop out.
Shir!
McGuffin cursed secretly, and hastily told this guy everything he encountered in that "dreamland".
"What...the Big Four?"
"'Gwent'? What's that!"
"Bob? Is there such a wizard?"
"Pandaren, dwarves, orcs, elves, tauren... what are you talking about!"
Les Finley felt that either he was crazy, or the little wizard himself was a lunatic... or that tattered [Ritual Contract Magic]-[Golden Scale] had failed.
He has never heard of the things McGuffin said... Is there really such a magic race in the magic world besides goblins, giants, elves and other dark magic creatures?
He is in the world of wizards all over the world, and he has never been heard of in many magic books.
Les Finley kept interrupting McGuffin's narration, and from time to time, he pulled out the golden scale and kept checking it, with a broken face... until McGuffin finally said that this thing was the aggregation of all the thoughts in his mind, after the test set up by the projection of the Big Four into his brain.
Finally let this guy breathe a sigh of relief.
"I knew it... I knew it!"
"So that's how it is... No wonder there is such a strange spell set up here, why do people's thoughts in their brains turn into fragments of stars..."
"I see!"
When McGuffin said that the four giants in the test each had a secret to keep—it was time for each to study the secret method of breaking through the boundaries of magic.
Les Finley's face was full of anger at the moment.
Like some kind of inflatable person, constantly shaking~shake-shake!
~ Shaking!
"You little wizard, why are you so stupid! Why don't you choose another test..." Les Finley shouted angrily.
"But you said you want the World Tree! I didn't expect that what she gave me was the...seed of the World Tree!"
McGuffin said honestly.
"Damn idiot! I've had enough... I'm going to do it myself..."
"Since you are useless... go to the bottom and stay there! When I get the inheritance of Slytherin, I will study... you lucky idiot... why can you reincarnate with the memory of your previous life..."
After hearing all this, Les Finley immediately turned his face, his face was stiff, and he said coldly.
He swung his wand horizontally, drawing a silver light on the mid-air 'ground'.
The light quickly spread to McGuffin's feet.
McGuffin felt something was wrong and immediately raised his wand.
But it's too late.
Before McGuffin could wave his wand, his eyes went dark and he froze for a moment.
When I wake up, I feel like I fell into quicksand, or just fell into the [dream] scene just now, my body shakes and falls down.
- Boom!
McGuffin felt as if someone was pulling him, pulled him down, and fell into the abyss below.
……
Harry almost fell into the bloody abyss.
Hermione gave Harry a hand just in time so that he wouldn't fall into the... abyss in the circular tunnel above ground.
That's right, it is indeed an abyss... a bloody abyss, an abyss like hell.
Harry and his iron-headed trio can be said to have been experienced for a long time, they are the same age as them,...even the little wizards who are about to graduate are not as experienced...or as courageous as them.
Not to mention the basilisks I saw before, but last year I faced the dragon cubs, the three-headed dog... the troll... and even Voldemort...
But the scene underground in the circular cave just now still made them tremble with chills, and they were all hairy...
Not long ago,
When Harry, Hermione, and Ron were discussing what to do with the weird vines underground that didn't look good, the notebook placed in the rafflesia flower.
(Because Harry has learned about the existence of the notebook from Voldemort more than once...)
"That thing must be extremely important to him... You don't understand, Hermione has said more than once that he is not a ghost now but a memory... a memory in a notebook! A reverberation!"
"Maybe we can destroy Voldemort once we get it!" Harry's eyes sparkled.
"Maybe you'll die down there, Harry!"
Hermione retorted brusquely.
"Don't mention those weird plants, it's strange enough just for the mysterious man to tell you about it..." "Maybe he let you touch that notebook on purpose! Harry, haven't you thought about this possibility?"
"It's very strange that the basilisk hasn't chased after it until now... Maybe it forced us here on purpose, and wanted us to find this notebook!"
"What's more, Ron, don't you often say that those vicious spell books made by those dark wizards... notebooks are extremely dangerous?"
Hermione turned to look at Ron, she wanted to find an ally, so as to dispel Harry's dangerous thoughts.
But Ron trembled all over, pointing down with a pale face.
The two hurriedly looked again.
Previously densely entangled like a group of snakes, the spreading vines have been covered by a layer of translucent black flames.
For some reason, they were not burned. Those vines just gradually withered and turned yellow...under the burning of the flames.
Only a few in front of the Rafflesia flower are still in stock, and they look like new vines, they slowly wriggle and grow again bit by bit.
But that's not the point,
What made the three of them unbelievable was that after the vines disappeared, they became entangled, and everything they concealed was gently pushed away... revealing the bloody and cruel truth!
——Several,...or dozens of corpses were densely piled up there.
It is not a skeleton that has long been weathered and corroded, nor is it a corpse that has been decomposed by bacteria...
The corpses were stacked one on top of the other, holding each other's hands, forming a circle...a big circle inside a small circle.
Their clothes were intact without any damage, but the skin was completely gone, and the corpses were covered with layers of transparent mucus, sticking and sliding.
Under the gloomy and flickering [Luminescence Curse], the new vines between the blood-red fleshy skeletons are still squirming slightly, growing and expanding, beating like blood vessels... It feels like absorbing nutrients for Rafflesia flowers.
--vomit!
Hermione retched, unable to look any further.
Harry could only suppress the discomfort, and continued to read - he knew there must be something wrong with it.
Under the dim light, he could only see that the new vines also started to ignite with black illusory bright flames, gradually withering.
But the bottom of the Rafflesia flower is still growing, and new vines are green, which makes people feel chilly.
And Harry saw that next to the notebook, there seemed to be something else lying there, but... in the shadows of a blind spot that they couldn't see.
When Harry was eager to see what it was, he almost leaned out, causing his center of gravity to slip out. Thanks to Hermione, he didn't fall into the 'bloody abyss' below!
(End of this chapter)
Soon the entire blood tree was burnt to pieces by Fiendfire.
(Its own structure can no longer withstand the gravity, it cannot support it and breaks apart, entwined with black fire,... a large piece, a large piece of red charcoal-like thing was separated, and fell to the ground),
In the end, the body of the strange tree gradually turned to ashes in the black smoke and black fire.
But those splashes were also identified by Professor Sprout as seeds.
- Seeds of Rafflesia.
"Just like I said last time..."
"Now, this giant strange tree is already a mature magical weapon, just like the crazy imagination of those ancient wizards..."
"No matter who is behind the scenes... Judging from the situation just now, this thing has already synthesized the Rafflesia flower, the blood tree created by the despicable Hai Erbo, Godard's cloud and rain tree... the characteristics of various magical plants!"
"The dark wizard behind it is using us to perfect this weapon step by step, and it is now close to maturity!"
When all the professors and Aurors reunited, Professor Sprout explained sternly.
These words made them realize...the matter is not over yet.
In other words, bad things...actually came much sooner than they thought.
While Dumbledore was dealing with Fiendfire, hints were beginning to emerge elsewhere in the Forbidden Forest.
Some of the horsemen who were patrolling the Forbidden Forest in the distance hurried over.
They reported an unexpected but reasonable bad news to everyone.
The same strange tree species have already appeared in other places in the Forbidden Forest, and they are rapidly sprouting and growing.
"Some have even grown to the size of a small house!"
"Although we have driven most of the magical creatures to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the Black Lake... to avoid these things... But some small creatures have been poisoned, and the growth rate of these strange trees is far beyond our expectations..."
"The number is also beyond imagination..."
"There are three or four of the ones we found..."
The news from the centaur made everyone dejected, and some wizards even proposed to isolate the entire Forbidden Forest and then burn it down.
——They even come up with such a stupid idea (not afraid that a fire will also burn the thousand-year-old Hogwarts Castle),
But it also shows the psychological shadow left by the strange tree just now.
Even so, the wizards couldn't stay here.
"We must burn this strange tree before it reaches maturity... not even a single leaf remains."
cried Cornelius Fudge, jumping to his feet.
— This nightmare will never end.
After discussing with Dumbledore, he divided the wizards into three teams, and let a few wizards who are good at using the [Fierffire Curse] be the team leaders for special treatment.
"If you can't deal with it... Immediately ask for help, I don't want any more damage!"
"Especially don't let [Fierce Fire Curse]'s magical backfire happen!"
Under the signal of Fudge and Dumbledore, the professors and Aurors formed a team and followed the centaur to carry out an operation code-named 'Weeder' in the Forbidden Forest.
An extremely difficult and dangerous operation that will last for a long time.
Then he and Dumbledore had to deal with the Fiendfire blazing there.
Fiendfire burned the body of the strange tree into a pile of charcoal, just like a hill formed by flames.
Black smoke billowed and flames lingered.
Moreover, they will also torture Gerald Lockhart.
Hurry up!
This matter is getting worse, and they must soon catch the black hand behind this scene.
They must race against time.
Otherwise, not only would the mastermind escape, but this dangerous magical weapon of war... could truly change the balance between wizards, Muggles, and the Ministry of Magic.
Its lethality, and the more deadly it is, it will bring chaos and destruction to the entire world.
It would push Muggle and wizarding worlds far from ready to collide abruptly, wanting to destroy each other.
This... Dumbledore and Fudge didn't need to say much to each other, they could understand this too.
……
"I don't know……"
"what do you mean……"
"That ball of light in your hand... is that little ball of light the World Tree?"
Les Finley, the guy who spent his whole life chasing the World Tree, was about to cry. (Of course, this is the subconscious judgment in McGuffin's mind, imagine)
In fact, this guy has no expression on his face now, no anger, no sadness, no depression... just staring blankly at the oval seed that is as clear as emerald and emits a slight golden-green fluorescence.
The guy's legs were trembling constantly, unable to support himself, and he fell limply to the ground.
He kept asking McGuffin this question repeatedly in his mouth, which lasted for about tens of seconds.
It was like losing the dream and hope of survival all of a sudden, and more than half of the soul was missing.
McGuffin shook his head, and quickly dispelled the slight pity in his heart.
That guy's previous behavior——doesn't deserve my sympathy.
And the one who is in a worse situation now is himself. In this situation, that guy either blames himself, or doesn't believe in himself... That kind of situation is not a good trend.
really……
"fk-fk-fk..."
"It's impossible! Impossible!"
Les Finley immediately stood up, looked at the ball of light in McGuffin's hand, and shouted loudly.
He fell into impotent rage, his whole brain was boiling like a broken repeater.
"You're lying!" Les Finley yelled loudly, with a distorted expression on his face, as if he had thought of something.
Hastily waved the wand, and summoned the golden weighing pan again.
The two illusory and transparent hearts above are still twitching regularly, and the chains above are tightly surrounding and trembling.
and nothing has changed.
"No, it's impossible! Why..."
"Why is there no change? If you lie, you will violate the contract...why didn't you violate the contract!"
"Could it be that what you little wizard said...is true!?"
"impossible!"
"Then my whole life...then I became that liar and came to Hogwarts...then what I have done and sacrificed are all meaningless!"
Les Finley took out a parchment from his bosom, waved his magic wand to tear it into pieces, sprinkled it into the sky, and then burned it to ashes.
He staggered and swayed, unable to stand still, with a look of despair on his face.
"Shit world tree... Shit world tree seeds!"
But he cursed loudly for a while, as if he had regretted it, he hurried like crazy, and lay down on the ground looking for the parchment that he burned to ashes.
Obviously this was futile, but he immediately realized the McGuffin who was trying to reduce his sense of existence, grabbed his collar and said:
"No, no, no... there must be something wrong!"
"You can't hide everything...you can't hide anything, you have to tell me..."
Les Finley picked up his wand and pointed at the gold weighing pan and said, the chain on the heart on the thing began to tighten a little bit.
McGuffin immediately felt a burning sensation in his heart at the same time, as well as a feeling... as if the chest cavity had shrunk several times, the heart was beating so violently, clinging to the flesh and nerves... Every time he beat, he could feel more clearly that it was about to pop out.
Shir!
McGuffin cursed secretly, and hastily told this guy everything he encountered in that "dreamland".
"What...the Big Four?"
"'Gwent'? What's that!"
"Bob? Is there such a wizard?"
"Pandaren, dwarves, orcs, elves, tauren... what are you talking about!"
Les Finley felt that either he was crazy, or the little wizard himself was a lunatic... or that tattered [Ritual Contract Magic]-[Golden Scale] had failed.
He has never heard of the things McGuffin said... Is there really such a magic race in the magic world besides goblins, giants, elves and other dark magic creatures?
He is in the world of wizards all over the world, and he has never been heard of in many magic books.
Les Finley kept interrupting McGuffin's narration, and from time to time, he pulled out the golden scale and kept checking it, with a broken face... until McGuffin finally said that this thing was the aggregation of all the thoughts in his mind, after the test set up by the projection of the Big Four into his brain.
Finally let this guy breathe a sigh of relief.
"I knew it... I knew it!"
"So that's how it is... No wonder there is such a strange spell set up here, why do people's thoughts in their brains turn into fragments of stars..."
"I see!"
When McGuffin said that the four giants in the test each had a secret to keep—it was time for each to study the secret method of breaking through the boundaries of magic.
Les Finley's face was full of anger at the moment.
Like some kind of inflatable person, constantly shaking~shake-shake!
~ Shaking!
"You little wizard, why are you so stupid! Why don't you choose another test..." Les Finley shouted angrily.
"But you said you want the World Tree! I didn't expect that what she gave me was the...seed of the World Tree!"
McGuffin said honestly.
"Damn idiot! I've had enough... I'm going to do it myself..."
"Since you are useless... go to the bottom and stay there! When I get the inheritance of Slytherin, I will study... you lucky idiot... why can you reincarnate with the memory of your previous life..."
After hearing all this, Les Finley immediately turned his face, his face was stiff, and he said coldly.
He swung his wand horizontally, drawing a silver light on the mid-air 'ground'.
The light quickly spread to McGuffin's feet.
McGuffin felt something was wrong and immediately raised his wand.
But it's too late.
Before McGuffin could wave his wand, his eyes went dark and he froze for a moment.
When I wake up, I feel like I fell into quicksand, or just fell into the [dream] scene just now, my body shakes and falls down.
- Boom!
McGuffin felt as if someone was pulling him, pulled him down, and fell into the abyss below.
……
Harry almost fell into the bloody abyss.
Hermione gave Harry a hand just in time so that he wouldn't fall into the... abyss in the circular tunnel above ground.
That's right, it is indeed an abyss... a bloody abyss, an abyss like hell.
Harry and his iron-headed trio can be said to have been experienced for a long time, they are the same age as them,...even the little wizards who are about to graduate are not as experienced...or as courageous as them.
Not to mention the basilisks I saw before, but last year I faced the dragon cubs, the three-headed dog... the troll... and even Voldemort...
But the scene underground in the circular cave just now still made them tremble with chills, and they were all hairy...
Not long ago,
When Harry, Hermione, and Ron were discussing what to do with the weird vines underground that didn't look good, the notebook placed in the rafflesia flower.
(Because Harry has learned about the existence of the notebook from Voldemort more than once...)
"That thing must be extremely important to him... You don't understand, Hermione has said more than once that he is not a ghost now but a memory... a memory in a notebook! A reverberation!"
"Maybe we can destroy Voldemort once we get it!" Harry's eyes sparkled.
"Maybe you'll die down there, Harry!"
Hermione retorted brusquely.
"Don't mention those weird plants, it's strange enough just for the mysterious man to tell you about it..." "Maybe he let you touch that notebook on purpose! Harry, haven't you thought about this possibility?"
"It's very strange that the basilisk hasn't chased after it until now... Maybe it forced us here on purpose, and wanted us to find this notebook!"
"What's more, Ron, don't you often say that those vicious spell books made by those dark wizards... notebooks are extremely dangerous?"
Hermione turned to look at Ron, she wanted to find an ally, so as to dispel Harry's dangerous thoughts.
But Ron trembled all over, pointing down with a pale face.
The two hurriedly looked again.
Previously densely entangled like a group of snakes, the spreading vines have been covered by a layer of translucent black flames.
For some reason, they were not burned. Those vines just gradually withered and turned yellow...under the burning of the flames.
Only a few in front of the Rafflesia flower are still in stock, and they look like new vines, they slowly wriggle and grow again bit by bit.
But that's not the point,
What made the three of them unbelievable was that after the vines disappeared, they became entangled, and everything they concealed was gently pushed away... revealing the bloody and cruel truth!
——Several,...or dozens of corpses were densely piled up there.
It is not a skeleton that has long been weathered and corroded, nor is it a corpse that has been decomposed by bacteria...
The corpses were stacked one on top of the other, holding each other's hands, forming a circle...a big circle inside a small circle.
Their clothes were intact without any damage, but the skin was completely gone, and the corpses were covered with layers of transparent mucus, sticking and sliding.
Under the gloomy and flickering [Luminescence Curse], the new vines between the blood-red fleshy skeletons are still squirming slightly, growing and expanding, beating like blood vessels... It feels like absorbing nutrients for Rafflesia flowers.
--vomit!
Hermione retched, unable to look any further.
Harry could only suppress the discomfort, and continued to read - he knew there must be something wrong with it.
Under the dim light, he could only see that the new vines also started to ignite with black illusory bright flames, gradually withering.
But the bottom of the Rafflesia flower is still growing, and new vines are green, which makes people feel chilly.
And Harry saw that next to the notebook, there seemed to be something else lying there, but... in the shadows of a blind spot that they couldn't see.
When Harry was eager to see what it was, he almost leaned out, causing his center of gravity to slip out. Thanks to Hermione, he didn't fall into the 'bloody abyss' below!
(End of this chapter)
