Chapter 593 Flesh and Flesh Eyes·Red
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 593 Flesh and Flesh Eyes·Red
"Oh, by the way, we really should end this."
Dumbledore watched McGuffin calmly as he drew his wand.
"Albert, you should know how to do it?"
"The black nightmare?" said the MacGuffin.
"Well, that's right... Let's cast it together..."
"Three, two, one..."
"Calling God Nightmare!"
"Shut up guard!"
A translucent black flame, a gleaming silver mist...a thestral nightmare, and a silver phoenix spewed out from the tips of the two wands at the same time, the two intertwined...and rushed forward together.
The black and silver magic powers collided and tore apart... A dark hole suddenly opened in front of it.
The entrance of the hole is a very standard and round black mirror surface, the surface is extremely smooth, like a bottomless black hole, absorbing all the light.
A thin layer, at most only the thickness of a line.
"Let's go!" Dumbledore said softly, putting away his wand.
He took the lead and pulled Flake Bryce next to him and stepped in.
Seeing this, McGuffin and Moody quickly followed.
As if passing through a layer of icy water mist, after this feeling passed over his body, McGuffin found that they had returned to that icy and snowy land.
There were gusts of cold wind, howling in front of the Riddle Mansion, which had turned into a huge stone castle.
McGuffin shivered, and couldn't help approaching the only circular bonfire they saw now, trying to keep warm.
But Dumbledore next to him grabbed a few people, including the mad Muggle Flack Bryce.
This guy kept muttering, "Meat, meat... big monster..."
Occasionally there was a scream.
Other than that, though, it was pretty quiet.
Moody's magic eye was fixed on the ring fire and the black serpentine sculpture in the center.
The situation here is...very similar to the scene in the lacquered world just now, the only difference is...they didn't come alive.
And there were no crazy Muggle believers around it, or some monsters turned into flesh and blood.
McGuffin looked around,
This is a mess.
Tambourines, bagpipes, a huge copper bell erected...all covered with a thick layer of white frosting by the blizzard.
There are also some broken clothes, most of which are scattered on the ground here under the snow, and only those on the ground near the campfire reveal half of the sleeves and the like.
The melting snow water half-frozen and half-soaked the clothes, and the clothes were frozen there hard, which was a very strange scene.
It seems that those Muggles ended badly.
Moody's magic eyes glowed bright blue as he stared intently at the campfire.
He seemed to see something from Dumbledore's prompt.
Then he stared at the huge stone castle [Riddle Mansion] not far away.
"Albus!" he called Dumbledore hastily, stepping back half a step.
"Well, I see. That's why... I need you to come here, so I can play that Muggle myself and accompany the Muggle residents who originally lived here...Freck Bryce."
"Otherwise, we won't be able to find it at all, and we won't be able to enter this town. Only at the invitation of this guy can we come in..." Dumbledore said.
"What invitation? Whose invitation? . . . You-Know-Who?" MacGuffin asked.
"That's it." Moody waved his wand at the bonfire in front of him, shooting a golden light.
boom!
Like something exploded.
That group of flames began to scream and neigh... like the howls of many kinds of beasts mixed together.
Like alive!
McGuffin finally understood where the strange noise he had been hearing was coming from.
On the ring-shaped bonfire, the normal flames began to turn red, flickering, and dazzling.
Just like in the cracks of that world, the flesh and blood crawling world controlled by Voldemort's soul fragments.
An inexplicable and strange atmosphere immediately enveloped this silent snowy night.
"Professor, Professor Dumbledore...then...what's going on?"
"Didn't you say that it was just a reflection of the real world? How did it appear here..."
McGuffin cried out suddenly, staring in horror at the castle [Riddle House] above them.
It has completely changed.
It looked like a wall made of solid stones just now, but under the dazzling red light, it began to soften a little bit... It became fleshy, or it seemed as if the original disguise was revealed...
In short, it's like a 'nightmare' appearing in the real world.
Wriggling... That pile of fleshy wall full of bloody slime, it's wriggling.
The entire castle was illuminated by that layer of red light, and the twisted and twitching tentacles on the surface were stretching and floating one by one, feeling like some kind of temptation before hunting.
Dumbledore pulled them back a few more steps, and didn't stop until they stepped into the thick snow one by one.
"That's it?" Moody asked, too.
"The last thing we need to face!"
"...The adventure we took in that world just now was to lure this thing out."
"Otherwise, Voldemort's [Horcrux] will always be between reality and illusion... There is no way for us to find and deal with it." Dumbledore said.
"If you want to know why this monster appears in reality, I'm not too sure."
"There is only a general guess... Our world and the reflection of the world are interconnected. Voldemort mastered the reflection of the world in this land through the Muggles in the real world, which is here... holding some kind of evil and ancient black magic ritual."
"And conversely, what he did in the reflection of that world, in the cracks in space... can also change our real world to a certain extent..."
"After all, we use magic and cast spells roughly rely on this principle..."
Dumbledore explained.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry to deal with this monster that almost polluted sanity in front of him.
But waiting for something, as if expecting something to happen, watching there.
Although McGuffin knew that this was not the time to ask questions, but his curiosity was like a cat trying to scratch the door, and he couldn't stop it.
In the end, he still couldn't help asking, "Professor Dumbledore, how do you know all this...and why do you say that you can only enter this town by becoming that Muggle."
Dumbledore frowned, and after watching a few people shivering and their teeth chattering because of the cold, he picked up his wand and pointed at them.
The tip of the battle swayed slightly, and a burst of warmth suddenly rushed to the surface of McGuffin's skin.
It was as if there was a soft layer of temperature that sheltered them.
At this time, Dumbledore replied, "I've been paying attention to this place since Voldemort's resurrection (McGuffin lowered his head awkwardly, thankfully Moody didn't notice...)."
"What's more, I still suspect that this is the hiding place of a [Horcrux]...so I will pay attention to any news about this place."
"Half a month ago, an acquaintance of mine at the Ministry of Magic told me that an unusual burst of magic power had been detected here... After that, the Muggle news reported several Muggle families here and the news of the girl's sudden disappearance..."
"At that time, I realized something was wrong. Unfortunately, I was too busy... I couldn't move my hands!"
"As you all know, in order to prepare for the [Ten Ten Tournament], I have to be in the school's castle all the time, and Rita Skeeter is always staring at me..."
"And the Christmas ball?" interrupted the MacGuffin.
"Oh, Professor Snape has prepared my Polyjuice Potion long ago... It's powerful enough tonight's dance is over, and I don't know if it will be discovered by others... Actually, I also prepared a few joke ideas for the Ministry of Magic specially for this dance. If possible, I..."
"Professor, why do you say we can't enter this town!"
Seeing that Dumbledore's topic was getting further and further away, McGuffin hurriedly asked, and then turned the topic back.
"Oh, that's an effect similar to [The Fidelity Curse]. I don't know what kind of magic this Voldemort... cast here."
"But if you don't have some kind of mysterious connection with this small town, such as... being invited by the residents who originally lived here, you can't come here, you can't enter the red world." Dumbledore explained.
"And the only wizarding family here is the last line of the Slytherin family... The Gaunt family has completely disappeared in this land more than ten years ago."
"So I can only become a Muggle who lost her daughter in this black magic disaster...Follow Bryce, who was originally a resident here..."
Dumbledore looked at Fleck lying on the ground, giggling and playing with snow, and said with a soft sigh.
"As for you, Albert! I thought there was a part of Voldemort that would be very interested in you, and would be more than happy to let you in. … As it turns out, I was right. … He does care about you, and you've brought this guy out straight away."
"It's all going more smoothly than I thought," said Dumbledore.
'This old fox!Damn it! '
McGuffin stared at Dumbledore,
The old guy smiled and looked at the two 'victims' in front of him, but he wasn't embarrassed at all.
"Anything else to ask?" he added finally.
— That's a lot.
Now McGuffin's mind is full of confusion, and the questions in his mind are endless, but this is obviously not a good time to ask questions.
So he restrained his curiosity and shook his head vigorously.
"Okay, then let's settle this matter thoroughly!" Dumbledore nodded, and turned to face the living, wriggling castle of flesh and blood.
And at this moment, the Riddle Mansion... the pointed tower at the top of this flesh and blood castle has slowly squirmed, transforming into the pupil of flesh and blood that they had seen before.
Its surface is densely packed with a layer of slender tentacles, floating above the opened eyeball.
Its eyes were fixed on a group of people coming out of the half-hillside below.
Malicious... Even Fleck, a silly Muggle, could detect it.
The guy who was no longer cold immediately curled up his body, trembling while holding his head.
Dumbledore and Moody flashed over Scarlet Castle.
Various spells were launched.
Compared to... everything in that treacherous red world before, this red castle monster in front of him is undoubtedly much easier to deal with.
Both look alike though.
But this thing doesn't seem to have any intelligence at all, and it doesn't have the magic power to transform all the flesh and blood around it. It's just ordinary monsters transformed by black magic.
Soon, Dumbledore and Moody were tearing it apart, piece by piece... to pieces.
However, when it is almost done.
"careful!"
Suddenly Moody yelled at them.
McGuffin immediately saw that the castle deformed and twisted a pipe, like a cannon, directly shooting the fleshy eyeball on the top.
This disgusting monster twitched those tentacles in mid-air, stared at the McGuffin, and just smashed over.
Just as the MacGuffin was about to swing his wand, a blinding red light shot from its huge pupils.
Follow McGuffin and Fleck.
The two of them were immediately nailed in place as if they had been cast with a petrification spell.
To make matters worse, the strange bell, bagpipe, tambourine, and human roars reverberated in McGuffin's heart again... a strange mixture.
This reverberating sound seemed to plug his eardrums and reverberate in his mind,
Pulling his sanity.
Eyeballs of flesh and blood fell straight down, coming towards them.
They have already seen that layer of tangled flesh... that squirming tentacles, that deep... pupils like hell...
"Ah, ah, ah... move... move!"
The veins on McGuffin's forehead were tense, and he stared at the eyeball that was getting closer.
Struggling desperately.
"I will never end like this..."
His magic power is clamoring, gushing out with will...
Eyeballs stopped,
— by an inch.
McGuffin stared closely at the front of his eyes... the ever-elongating, wriggling... tentacle that was trying to grab him.
At this time, Dumbledore and the two finally rushed over.
They appeared in front of the two of them in an instant.
'Fiendfire! '
Black flames gushed out, and in just two or three seconds, the meat ball was burned into a round coke shell.
Dumbledore tapped the two of them with his wand, and after checking for a long time, he finally lifted the 'abnormal state' on McGuffin.
Only then did they look at the last thing left in the pile of monsters.
"It's the first time I've seen it, and there are things that Fiendfire can't burn."
Moody carefully used his magic eyes to look at the charred shell in front of him, and sighed.
At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to take out his own curved jug and drink a few sips to ease his emotions.
After he took a sip, he suddenly let out a snort, as if he had noticed something, he waved his wand out of thin air.
The huge scorched black ball immediately split into two halves.
Inside revealed a skinny and emaciated corpse,
It is the remains of a woman.
She half-kneeled inside, with her hands raised above her head, covering her eyes.
On the ring finger of her left hand, there is also a large golden ring inlaid with black gemstones.
It was shining and vibrating.
Some red blood-colored filaments still remained on the corpse and the ring, wriggling and spreading like worms.
【Horcrux Marvologunte's Ring】It turned out to be here.
However, what surprised McGuffin even more was that the cheating system that couldn't be called out suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
A solitary display on the translucent panel, a square floating frame,
Inside is a huge blood-red font——
【Flesh Pupil·Red】
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"Oh, by the way, we really should end this."
Dumbledore watched McGuffin calmly as he drew his wand.
"Albert, you should know how to do it?"
"The black nightmare?" said the MacGuffin.
"Well, that's right... Let's cast it together..."
"Three, two, one..."
"Calling God Nightmare!"
"Shut up guard!"
A translucent black flame, a gleaming silver mist...a thestral nightmare, and a silver phoenix spewed out from the tips of the two wands at the same time, the two intertwined...and rushed forward together.
The black and silver magic powers collided and tore apart... A dark hole suddenly opened in front of it.
The entrance of the hole is a very standard and round black mirror surface, the surface is extremely smooth, like a bottomless black hole, absorbing all the light.
A thin layer, at most only the thickness of a line.
"Let's go!" Dumbledore said softly, putting away his wand.
He took the lead and pulled Flake Bryce next to him and stepped in.
Seeing this, McGuffin and Moody quickly followed.
As if passing through a layer of icy water mist, after this feeling passed over his body, McGuffin found that they had returned to that icy and snowy land.
There were gusts of cold wind, howling in front of the Riddle Mansion, which had turned into a huge stone castle.
McGuffin shivered, and couldn't help approaching the only circular bonfire they saw now, trying to keep warm.
But Dumbledore next to him grabbed a few people, including the mad Muggle Flack Bryce.
This guy kept muttering, "Meat, meat... big monster..."
Occasionally there was a scream.
Other than that, though, it was pretty quiet.
Moody's magic eye was fixed on the ring fire and the black serpentine sculpture in the center.
The situation here is...very similar to the scene in the lacquered world just now, the only difference is...they didn't come alive.
And there were no crazy Muggle believers around it, or some monsters turned into flesh and blood.
McGuffin looked around,
This is a mess.
Tambourines, bagpipes, a huge copper bell erected...all covered with a thick layer of white frosting by the blizzard.
There are also some broken clothes, most of which are scattered on the ground here under the snow, and only those on the ground near the campfire reveal half of the sleeves and the like.
The melting snow water half-frozen and half-soaked the clothes, and the clothes were frozen there hard, which was a very strange scene.
It seems that those Muggles ended badly.
Moody's magic eyes glowed bright blue as he stared intently at the campfire.
He seemed to see something from Dumbledore's prompt.
Then he stared at the huge stone castle [Riddle Mansion] not far away.
"Albus!" he called Dumbledore hastily, stepping back half a step.
"Well, I see. That's why... I need you to come here, so I can play that Muggle myself and accompany the Muggle residents who originally lived here...Freck Bryce."
"Otherwise, we won't be able to find it at all, and we won't be able to enter this town. Only at the invitation of this guy can we come in..." Dumbledore said.
"What invitation? Whose invitation? . . . You-Know-Who?" MacGuffin asked.
"That's it." Moody waved his wand at the bonfire in front of him, shooting a golden light.
boom!
Like something exploded.
That group of flames began to scream and neigh... like the howls of many kinds of beasts mixed together.
Like alive!
McGuffin finally understood where the strange noise he had been hearing was coming from.
On the ring-shaped bonfire, the normal flames began to turn red, flickering, and dazzling.
Just like in the cracks of that world, the flesh and blood crawling world controlled by Voldemort's soul fragments.
An inexplicable and strange atmosphere immediately enveloped this silent snowy night.
"Professor, Professor Dumbledore...then...what's going on?"
"Didn't you say that it was just a reflection of the real world? How did it appear here..."
McGuffin cried out suddenly, staring in horror at the castle [Riddle House] above them.
It has completely changed.
It looked like a wall made of solid stones just now, but under the dazzling red light, it began to soften a little bit... It became fleshy, or it seemed as if the original disguise was revealed...
In short, it's like a 'nightmare' appearing in the real world.
Wriggling... That pile of fleshy wall full of bloody slime, it's wriggling.
The entire castle was illuminated by that layer of red light, and the twisted and twitching tentacles on the surface were stretching and floating one by one, feeling like some kind of temptation before hunting.
Dumbledore pulled them back a few more steps, and didn't stop until they stepped into the thick snow one by one.
"That's it?" Moody asked, too.
"The last thing we need to face!"
"...The adventure we took in that world just now was to lure this thing out."
"Otherwise, Voldemort's [Horcrux] will always be between reality and illusion... There is no way for us to find and deal with it." Dumbledore said.
"If you want to know why this monster appears in reality, I'm not too sure."
"There is only a general guess... Our world and the reflection of the world are interconnected. Voldemort mastered the reflection of the world in this land through the Muggles in the real world, which is here... holding some kind of evil and ancient black magic ritual."
"And conversely, what he did in the reflection of that world, in the cracks in space... can also change our real world to a certain extent..."
"After all, we use magic and cast spells roughly rely on this principle..."
Dumbledore explained.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry to deal with this monster that almost polluted sanity in front of him.
But waiting for something, as if expecting something to happen, watching there.
Although McGuffin knew that this was not the time to ask questions, but his curiosity was like a cat trying to scratch the door, and he couldn't stop it.
In the end, he still couldn't help asking, "Professor Dumbledore, how do you know all this...and why do you say that you can only enter this town by becoming that Muggle."
Dumbledore frowned, and after watching a few people shivering and their teeth chattering because of the cold, he picked up his wand and pointed at them.
The tip of the battle swayed slightly, and a burst of warmth suddenly rushed to the surface of McGuffin's skin.
It was as if there was a soft layer of temperature that sheltered them.
At this time, Dumbledore replied, "I've been paying attention to this place since Voldemort's resurrection (McGuffin lowered his head awkwardly, thankfully Moody didn't notice...)."
"What's more, I still suspect that this is the hiding place of a [Horcrux]...so I will pay attention to any news about this place."
"Half a month ago, an acquaintance of mine at the Ministry of Magic told me that an unusual burst of magic power had been detected here... After that, the Muggle news reported several Muggle families here and the news of the girl's sudden disappearance..."
"At that time, I realized something was wrong. Unfortunately, I was too busy... I couldn't move my hands!"
"As you all know, in order to prepare for the [Ten Ten Tournament], I have to be in the school's castle all the time, and Rita Skeeter is always staring at me..."
"And the Christmas ball?" interrupted the MacGuffin.
"Oh, Professor Snape has prepared my Polyjuice Potion long ago... It's powerful enough tonight's dance is over, and I don't know if it will be discovered by others... Actually, I also prepared a few joke ideas for the Ministry of Magic specially for this dance. If possible, I..."
"Professor, why do you say we can't enter this town!"
Seeing that Dumbledore's topic was getting further and further away, McGuffin hurriedly asked, and then turned the topic back.
"Oh, that's an effect similar to [The Fidelity Curse]. I don't know what kind of magic this Voldemort... cast here."
"But if you don't have some kind of mysterious connection with this small town, such as... being invited by the residents who originally lived here, you can't come here, you can't enter the red world." Dumbledore explained.
"And the only wizarding family here is the last line of the Slytherin family... The Gaunt family has completely disappeared in this land more than ten years ago."
"So I can only become a Muggle who lost her daughter in this black magic disaster...Follow Bryce, who was originally a resident here..."
Dumbledore looked at Fleck lying on the ground, giggling and playing with snow, and said with a soft sigh.
"As for you, Albert! I thought there was a part of Voldemort that would be very interested in you, and would be more than happy to let you in. … As it turns out, I was right. … He does care about you, and you've brought this guy out straight away."
"It's all going more smoothly than I thought," said Dumbledore.
'This old fox!Damn it! '
McGuffin stared at Dumbledore,
The old guy smiled and looked at the two 'victims' in front of him, but he wasn't embarrassed at all.
"Anything else to ask?" he added finally.
— That's a lot.
Now McGuffin's mind is full of confusion, and the questions in his mind are endless, but this is obviously not a good time to ask questions.
So he restrained his curiosity and shook his head vigorously.
"Okay, then let's settle this matter thoroughly!" Dumbledore nodded, and turned to face the living, wriggling castle of flesh and blood.
And at this moment, the Riddle Mansion... the pointed tower at the top of this flesh and blood castle has slowly squirmed, transforming into the pupil of flesh and blood that they had seen before.
Its surface is densely packed with a layer of slender tentacles, floating above the opened eyeball.
Its eyes were fixed on a group of people coming out of the half-hillside below.
Malicious... Even Fleck, a silly Muggle, could detect it.
The guy who was no longer cold immediately curled up his body, trembling while holding his head.
Dumbledore and Moody flashed over Scarlet Castle.
Various spells were launched.
Compared to... everything in that treacherous red world before, this red castle monster in front of him is undoubtedly much easier to deal with.
Both look alike though.
But this thing doesn't seem to have any intelligence at all, and it doesn't have the magic power to transform all the flesh and blood around it. It's just ordinary monsters transformed by black magic.
Soon, Dumbledore and Moody were tearing it apart, piece by piece... to pieces.
However, when it is almost done.
"careful!"
Suddenly Moody yelled at them.
McGuffin immediately saw that the castle deformed and twisted a pipe, like a cannon, directly shooting the fleshy eyeball on the top.
This disgusting monster twitched those tentacles in mid-air, stared at the McGuffin, and just smashed over.
Just as the MacGuffin was about to swing his wand, a blinding red light shot from its huge pupils.
Follow McGuffin and Fleck.
The two of them were immediately nailed in place as if they had been cast with a petrification spell.
To make matters worse, the strange bell, bagpipe, tambourine, and human roars reverberated in McGuffin's heart again... a strange mixture.
This reverberating sound seemed to plug his eardrums and reverberate in his mind,
Pulling his sanity.
Eyeballs of flesh and blood fell straight down, coming towards them.
They have already seen that layer of tangled flesh... that squirming tentacles, that deep... pupils like hell...
"Ah, ah, ah... move... move!"
The veins on McGuffin's forehead were tense, and he stared at the eyeball that was getting closer.
Struggling desperately.
"I will never end like this..."
His magic power is clamoring, gushing out with will...
Eyeballs stopped,
— by an inch.
McGuffin stared closely at the front of his eyes... the ever-elongating, wriggling... tentacle that was trying to grab him.
At this time, Dumbledore and the two finally rushed over.
They appeared in front of the two of them in an instant.
'Fiendfire! '
Black flames gushed out, and in just two or three seconds, the meat ball was burned into a round coke shell.
Dumbledore tapped the two of them with his wand, and after checking for a long time, he finally lifted the 'abnormal state' on McGuffin.
Only then did they look at the last thing left in the pile of monsters.
"It's the first time I've seen it, and there are things that Fiendfire can't burn."
Moody carefully used his magic eyes to look at the charred shell in front of him, and sighed.
At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to take out his own curved jug and drink a few sips to ease his emotions.
After he took a sip, he suddenly let out a snort, as if he had noticed something, he waved his wand out of thin air.
The huge scorched black ball immediately split into two halves.
Inside revealed a skinny and emaciated corpse,
It is the remains of a woman.
She half-kneeled inside, with her hands raised above her head, covering her eyes.
On the ring finger of her left hand, there is also a large golden ring inlaid with black gemstones.
It was shining and vibrating.
Some red blood-colored filaments still remained on the corpse and the ring, wriggling and spreading like worms.
【Horcrux Marvologunte's Ring】It turned out to be here.
However, what surprised McGuffin even more was that the cheating system that couldn't be called out suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
A solitary display on the translucent panel, a square floating frame,
Inside is a huge blood-red font——
【Flesh Pupil·Red】
already edited
(End of this chapter)
