Chapter 686: Yemengard (6)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 686 Yemengard ([-])
The house at No. [-] Privet Drive is like a fruit falling from a tree, suddenly thrown out by a huge vine-shaped plant,
It fell in front of [New Diagon Alley].
McGuffin and the others stared dumbfounded at the plant that popped out suddenly and the house that fell down.
Blake couldn't wait any longer.
He bypassed Dumbledore, who was the same size as Hagrid, and rushed directly into the house.
At this time, Scrimgeour finally came to his senses, he waved slightly, and gave instructions to the Aurors beside him.
After a while, almost all irrelevant personnel present were driven into the new semi-open-air lobby of [The Leaky Cauldron].
Only some professors and Aurors were left stationed here.
McGuffin and Hermione Ron still had Dumbledore's special permission to stay here reluctantly.
Soon, there was a terrified roar from inside the house on Privet Drive.
Black hurried out, trying to pull Dumbledore and the others into the house.
"Professor, look at Harry..."
And at this moment, Hagrid squeezed out of the house with a dazed expression on his face.
He opened his black beetle-like eyes and looked around in confusion.
"Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore... Harry..."
Then, Hagrid was stunned by the huge body in front of him that was not weaker than himself.
He stood on the spot, shaking his head vigorously, and his thick arms involuntarily reached out to touch Dumbledore's now muscular body.
"Teach...professor?"
"Yes, it's me!"
--boom!
Hagrid took a step back and fell to the ground, almost bringing Black down.
"I...I...you...you..."
This big guy with a simple mind couldn't restrain the surprise in his heart.
However, his dizziness was caused by this shock, which made him fully awake.
"Okay, Ruburt, stop crowding here. Let me see how Harry is doing? We don't have much time left..." said Dumbledore.
"Oh, oh...well..."
Hagrid quickly put his hands on the ground and got out of the way.
At this time, the Dursleys, Emily Albert, Mrs. Figg...and other Muggle soldiers in the house squeezed out like sardines.
They dazedly looked at the surrounding environment.
For this strange and desolate, strange and magical land, these Muggles are particularly curious and afraid.
Especially those wizards standing on the magical mobile fortress of [New Diagon Alley], many of them had unfriendly eyes, and their eyes were full of contempt and malice.
McGuffin stepped forward and handed Emily to the care of Fred and George behind, before Dumbledore greeted... and Hermione Ron and the others entered the house.
Harry was floating in the living room of the house.
His whole body exuded an extremely ominous magic power, and the scar on his forehead snaked like a snake, spreading across half of his face.
Black stood at a loss, staring at Dumbledore as if seeing a savior.
"Professor... this... what should we do?" He asked eagerly.
Scrimgeour, who was following behind, saw this scene, and he believed completely what Dumbledore JOJO said earlier.
Dumbledore stared at Harry with a complicated expression, sighed and said, "Black, don't worry...Harry is our last chance..."
After that, he turned to Scrimgeour and told him to protect the Dursleys.
"The Muggles?"
"Yes, the protective spell in this house has been exhausted. I'm afraid the spell I cast 14 years ago can only temporarily protect Harry from Voldemort's magic..."
"Okay, Rufus... according to what I just said, bring those things here? Harry won't last long enough..."
"Are those ghost things really useful?" Although Scrimgeour was very skeptical, he still called Percy Weasley and gave him some instructions.
After a while, there were bursts of suppressed roars from outside.
Dumbledore took Harry and McGuffin outside.
Circle by circle, the living corpses bound by chains and horizontal belts were led here by the Aurors.
"There, Rufus! Get ready..."
After Dumbledore spoke, he waved his wand and began to cast spells.
Following bursts of strange red light from the [Pupil of Flesh and Flesh] that he was carrying, those living corpses were thrown into the house on Privet Drive one by one.
They melt and squirm.
It turned into something like a fleshy membrane, attached to the whole house, and continued to spread and stretch toward the sky, until it entered into the black-red vortex in mid-air that could no longer drop anything.
Just like the huge pillars of fleshy vines that appeared after the fall of the city of London.
The number of living corpses gradually decreased, and all of them merged into the giant pillar, and finally disappeared.
Everyone around was silent, they stared at Dumbledore silently, full of suspicion in their hearts.
How could Albus Dumblery have such magic?All this... looks no different from Voldemort's magic ritual...
After Dumbledore finished casting the spell, he was exhausted, and he stroked his beard and gasped for breath.
But after turning the [Flesh and Flesh Eye·Red] ring again, a blush flashed across his face, and the old muscular state quickly recovered.
He waved his hand and called McGuffin and others over.
"...Albus?" Rufus Scrimgeour stared at McGuffin and the others suspiciously.
Obviously Dumbledore had already discussed with him what to do next.
"This is the only way left... I will leave it to you!"
Dumbledore stared at Professor McGonagall seriously, "Minerva...afterwards, if we fail...if Severus survives, you can trust him as much as I do..."
"Professor Dumbledore!" whispered Professor McGonagall sharply. "Those children... can't we replace them?"
After Dumbledore sighed heavily, he said, "You should know, Minerva! We can't reach Voldemort's core at all now... Only by relying on Harry's connection can we reach the location of the old god [Jomungardard]..."
"Now the only person who has the closest connection with Harry is Black and his friends..."
"Don't worry! These children are far less fragile than you imagined..."
Dumbledore looked at McGuffin thoughtfully.
Then he shifted his gaze to Hermione Ron and the others, "You understand, right? Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley..."
"We are now about to face this war. Voldemort does not distinguish between old people and children..."
"Next, we need to go on a journey, a near-death adventure... Logically speaking, we shouldn't take you with us... But if we want to wake Harry up, we need the presence of his closest people... Except Black, you are the only ones left..."
"But if you're not ready, it's better not to go..."
said Dumbledore earnestly.
Hermione, Ron was silent.
McGuffin didn't speak, of course he knew he wasn't included in that sentence by that old muscular stick.
Ron looked hesitantly at Mr. Weasley, who was behind the crowd.
Arthur Weasley has been very silent since he came in, and even Dumbledore's previous words didn't touch anything. Obviously, he already knew about such a thing.
Seeing Ron looking at him, he stood up.
"Ron, I can't make a choice for you about this kind of thing... But, you don't have to worry about my feelings and your mother's..."
Arthur Weasley's tone was very depressed, as if he was forcibly suppressing some unspeakable feeling in his heart.
Hermione looked at the McGuffin next to her, wondering what Albert was thinking.
But McGuffin just moved the [Curse of Echo Blue] in his hand, constantly touching the reality of this world, listening to the echoing sound of magic power.
For some reason, McGuffin wasn't scared...or angry at himself... having to face Voldemort, the so-called 'god'...
An inexplicable mood lingered in his brain.
He felt that this seemed to be a mission that he had to complete and would definitely complete.
It's like being in an inescapable game illusion.
McGuffin was silent about all this.
After a few minutes, Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement.
I don't know if the two of them really know the risk of going here...
This operation is not the same as their usual adventures, with Dumbledore escorting... it is very likely that they will never return.
After everyone was ready, Dumbledore placed Harry flat in front of the house on Privet Drive, which was completely flesh and blood.
"McGuffin, you use that spell... that spell that can touch the deepest soul and will..."
McGuffin nodded, he understood what Dumbledore was referring to.
"Shifting Phantom!"
McGuffin tapped his wand on the scar on Harry's forehead.
A blue light like lightning came out from the tip of the wand... Those lights were continuously connected to the snake-shaped scars covering half of Harry's face.
As if extracting something...
Harry let out a groan of pain.
"Come here, take my hand..." Dumbledore said calmly to everyone.
He waved his wand, drew a golden light and drew a circle on the ground, encircling several people.
Then he took out a device similar to [Time Converter] from his pocket, but the gold sand inside this thing was extremely dark, and this device could be opened.
Dumbledore poured it over the circle very carefully.
Hermione stared at it all curiously.
"Okay, get ready... MacGuffins... inspire your world seedlings..."
Dumbledore nodded to McGuffin, and the two waved their wands together. The seedlings on their bodies sprang up quickly, and the delicate branches quickly stretched along the wands, and then wrapped around Harry, circling around the crowd and directly connected to the fleshy vine in front of them.
Suddenly a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.
Another terrifying image automatically forms in their minds.
A black shadow covering the sky and the sun appeared above the head, watching them.
It felt like being in a primeval jungle... being stared at by some terrible existence. It seemed that a predatory gaze pierced through the barriers and landed on a group of them.
Suddenly, everything was turned upside down, and the sense of time and space was shattered.
A few people seem to be turned into tens of thousands of molecules... as if traveling through a black hole.
All the senses in their bodies, smell, touch, vision... have been stripped away bit by bit.
small, empty...
That indescribable feeling exists in the hearts of the McGuffins—an indescribable existence, watching them from the sky...
That feeling... the soul seems to be drawn out directly, they are like standing naked in the world...
The fear and trembling can no longer describe the feeling in my heart, it is a feeling like an ant looking up...a giant foot is about to fall from the sky.
They are numb, adored, surrendered to that unrivaled power...and unable to resist it.
In a trance, they don't know how long they have traveled, and how long they have traveled, and they finally landed on a boundless, boundless cloud.
Suddenly, an ethereal low hum sounded.
This voice is illusory, mysterious and sweet, and it is exciting to listen to.
It made their group gradually wake up from that terrible feeling.
Blake staggered back two steps, his face was pale, his forehead and neck were covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.
"What is that... Albus!" he asked hoarsely.
Dumbledore did not answer Black's question, he shook his head slightly, and looked at the other young wizards around him.
vomit--
Both Hermione and Ron pounded the ground with both fists, lying on their stomachs and retching constantly.
Dumbledore's complexion was not much better, his rock-solid muscles were twitching constantly, and the muscles on that (JoJo style) tough guy's face were throbbing, as if there were earthworms burrowing around in it.
Only McGuffin looked fine from the outside, but he also repeated a sentence tremblingly.
"The courage of mankind is the hymn of life, and the greatness of mankind is the greatness of courage."
"Human courage is the hymn of life..."
Dumbledore gave McGuffin a meaningful look, and after he muttered something, he somehow felt that these words were in line with his current intentions.
After a while, after everyone recovered a little bit, Dumbledore took them to check the surrounding environment and started to act.
……
Lucius and Bellatrix stared tremblingly at... the large, dark hole in front of them.
They waited tremblingly for the Dark Lord's punishment for them.
Although the Dark Lord was extremely furious at the scene in front of her, she seemed to have more important things to do. After roaring angrily, Nagia's entire body turned into a swarm of insects and disappeared.
After a while, a vague sound came from the insect swarm.
Voldemort ordered Lucius to immediately gather the Death Eaters, lead the bug swarm and the remaining living corpses...to attack the World Tree and [New Diagon Alley]...the two gathering places of wizards, and conquer the wizards there.
"Kill Dumbledore, Black, and McGuffin... If you can't finish it, this is your last mission!"
Horrifying howls echoed in the insect swarm, Lucius and Bellatrix started to act in fear.
(End of this chapter)
The house at No. [-] Privet Drive is like a fruit falling from a tree, suddenly thrown out by a huge vine-shaped plant,
It fell in front of [New Diagon Alley].
McGuffin and the others stared dumbfounded at the plant that popped out suddenly and the house that fell down.
Blake couldn't wait any longer.
He bypassed Dumbledore, who was the same size as Hagrid, and rushed directly into the house.
At this time, Scrimgeour finally came to his senses, he waved slightly, and gave instructions to the Aurors beside him.
After a while, almost all irrelevant personnel present were driven into the new semi-open-air lobby of [The Leaky Cauldron].
Only some professors and Aurors were left stationed here.
McGuffin and Hermione Ron still had Dumbledore's special permission to stay here reluctantly.
Soon, there was a terrified roar from inside the house on Privet Drive.
Black hurried out, trying to pull Dumbledore and the others into the house.
"Professor, look at Harry..."
And at this moment, Hagrid squeezed out of the house with a dazed expression on his face.
He opened his black beetle-like eyes and looked around in confusion.
"Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore... Harry..."
Then, Hagrid was stunned by the huge body in front of him that was not weaker than himself.
He stood on the spot, shaking his head vigorously, and his thick arms involuntarily reached out to touch Dumbledore's now muscular body.
"Teach...professor?"
"Yes, it's me!"
--boom!
Hagrid took a step back and fell to the ground, almost bringing Black down.
"I...I...you...you..."
This big guy with a simple mind couldn't restrain the surprise in his heart.
However, his dizziness was caused by this shock, which made him fully awake.
"Okay, Ruburt, stop crowding here. Let me see how Harry is doing? We don't have much time left..." said Dumbledore.
"Oh, oh...well..."
Hagrid quickly put his hands on the ground and got out of the way.
At this time, the Dursleys, Emily Albert, Mrs. Figg...and other Muggle soldiers in the house squeezed out like sardines.
They dazedly looked at the surrounding environment.
For this strange and desolate, strange and magical land, these Muggles are particularly curious and afraid.
Especially those wizards standing on the magical mobile fortress of [New Diagon Alley], many of them had unfriendly eyes, and their eyes were full of contempt and malice.
McGuffin stepped forward and handed Emily to the care of Fred and George behind, before Dumbledore greeted... and Hermione Ron and the others entered the house.
Harry was floating in the living room of the house.
His whole body exuded an extremely ominous magic power, and the scar on his forehead snaked like a snake, spreading across half of his face.
Black stood at a loss, staring at Dumbledore as if seeing a savior.
"Professor... this... what should we do?" He asked eagerly.
Scrimgeour, who was following behind, saw this scene, and he believed completely what Dumbledore JOJO said earlier.
Dumbledore stared at Harry with a complicated expression, sighed and said, "Black, don't worry...Harry is our last chance..."
After that, he turned to Scrimgeour and told him to protect the Dursleys.
"The Muggles?"
"Yes, the protective spell in this house has been exhausted. I'm afraid the spell I cast 14 years ago can only temporarily protect Harry from Voldemort's magic..."
"Okay, Rufus... according to what I just said, bring those things here? Harry won't last long enough..."
"Are those ghost things really useful?" Although Scrimgeour was very skeptical, he still called Percy Weasley and gave him some instructions.
After a while, there were bursts of suppressed roars from outside.
Dumbledore took Harry and McGuffin outside.
Circle by circle, the living corpses bound by chains and horizontal belts were led here by the Aurors.
"There, Rufus! Get ready..."
After Dumbledore spoke, he waved his wand and began to cast spells.
Following bursts of strange red light from the [Pupil of Flesh and Flesh] that he was carrying, those living corpses were thrown into the house on Privet Drive one by one.
They melt and squirm.
It turned into something like a fleshy membrane, attached to the whole house, and continued to spread and stretch toward the sky, until it entered into the black-red vortex in mid-air that could no longer drop anything.
Just like the huge pillars of fleshy vines that appeared after the fall of the city of London.
The number of living corpses gradually decreased, and all of them merged into the giant pillar, and finally disappeared.
Everyone around was silent, they stared at Dumbledore silently, full of suspicion in their hearts.
How could Albus Dumblery have such magic?All this... looks no different from Voldemort's magic ritual...
After Dumbledore finished casting the spell, he was exhausted, and he stroked his beard and gasped for breath.
But after turning the [Flesh and Flesh Eye·Red] ring again, a blush flashed across his face, and the old muscular state quickly recovered.
He waved his hand and called McGuffin and others over.
"...Albus?" Rufus Scrimgeour stared at McGuffin and the others suspiciously.
Obviously Dumbledore had already discussed with him what to do next.
"This is the only way left... I will leave it to you!"
Dumbledore stared at Professor McGonagall seriously, "Minerva...afterwards, if we fail...if Severus survives, you can trust him as much as I do..."
"Professor Dumbledore!" whispered Professor McGonagall sharply. "Those children... can't we replace them?"
After Dumbledore sighed heavily, he said, "You should know, Minerva! We can't reach Voldemort's core at all now... Only by relying on Harry's connection can we reach the location of the old god [Jomungardard]..."
"Now the only person who has the closest connection with Harry is Black and his friends..."
"Don't worry! These children are far less fragile than you imagined..."
Dumbledore looked at McGuffin thoughtfully.
Then he shifted his gaze to Hermione Ron and the others, "You understand, right? Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley..."
"We are now about to face this war. Voldemort does not distinguish between old people and children..."
"Next, we need to go on a journey, a near-death adventure... Logically speaking, we shouldn't take you with us... But if we want to wake Harry up, we need the presence of his closest people... Except Black, you are the only ones left..."
"But if you're not ready, it's better not to go..."
said Dumbledore earnestly.
Hermione, Ron was silent.
McGuffin didn't speak, of course he knew he wasn't included in that sentence by that old muscular stick.
Ron looked hesitantly at Mr. Weasley, who was behind the crowd.
Arthur Weasley has been very silent since he came in, and even Dumbledore's previous words didn't touch anything. Obviously, he already knew about such a thing.
Seeing Ron looking at him, he stood up.
"Ron, I can't make a choice for you about this kind of thing... But, you don't have to worry about my feelings and your mother's..."
Arthur Weasley's tone was very depressed, as if he was forcibly suppressing some unspeakable feeling in his heart.
Hermione looked at the McGuffin next to her, wondering what Albert was thinking.
But McGuffin just moved the [Curse of Echo Blue] in his hand, constantly touching the reality of this world, listening to the echoing sound of magic power.
For some reason, McGuffin wasn't scared...or angry at himself... having to face Voldemort, the so-called 'god'...
An inexplicable mood lingered in his brain.
He felt that this seemed to be a mission that he had to complete and would definitely complete.
It's like being in an inescapable game illusion.
McGuffin was silent about all this.
After a few minutes, Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement.
I don't know if the two of them really know the risk of going here...
This operation is not the same as their usual adventures, with Dumbledore escorting... it is very likely that they will never return.
After everyone was ready, Dumbledore placed Harry flat in front of the house on Privet Drive, which was completely flesh and blood.
"McGuffin, you use that spell... that spell that can touch the deepest soul and will..."
McGuffin nodded, he understood what Dumbledore was referring to.
"Shifting Phantom!"
McGuffin tapped his wand on the scar on Harry's forehead.
A blue light like lightning came out from the tip of the wand... Those lights were continuously connected to the snake-shaped scars covering half of Harry's face.
As if extracting something...
Harry let out a groan of pain.
"Come here, take my hand..." Dumbledore said calmly to everyone.
He waved his wand, drew a golden light and drew a circle on the ground, encircling several people.
Then he took out a device similar to [Time Converter] from his pocket, but the gold sand inside this thing was extremely dark, and this device could be opened.
Dumbledore poured it over the circle very carefully.
Hermione stared at it all curiously.
"Okay, get ready... MacGuffins... inspire your world seedlings..."
Dumbledore nodded to McGuffin, and the two waved their wands together. The seedlings on their bodies sprang up quickly, and the delicate branches quickly stretched along the wands, and then wrapped around Harry, circling around the crowd and directly connected to the fleshy vine in front of them.
Suddenly a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.
Another terrifying image automatically forms in their minds.
A black shadow covering the sky and the sun appeared above the head, watching them.
It felt like being in a primeval jungle... being stared at by some terrible existence. It seemed that a predatory gaze pierced through the barriers and landed on a group of them.
Suddenly, everything was turned upside down, and the sense of time and space was shattered.
A few people seem to be turned into tens of thousands of molecules... as if traveling through a black hole.
All the senses in their bodies, smell, touch, vision... have been stripped away bit by bit.
small, empty...
That indescribable feeling exists in the hearts of the McGuffins—an indescribable existence, watching them from the sky...
That feeling... the soul seems to be drawn out directly, they are like standing naked in the world...
The fear and trembling can no longer describe the feeling in my heart, it is a feeling like an ant looking up...a giant foot is about to fall from the sky.
They are numb, adored, surrendered to that unrivaled power...and unable to resist it.
In a trance, they don't know how long they have traveled, and how long they have traveled, and they finally landed on a boundless, boundless cloud.
Suddenly, an ethereal low hum sounded.
This voice is illusory, mysterious and sweet, and it is exciting to listen to.
It made their group gradually wake up from that terrible feeling.
Blake staggered back two steps, his face was pale, his forehead and neck were covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.
"What is that... Albus!" he asked hoarsely.
Dumbledore did not answer Black's question, he shook his head slightly, and looked at the other young wizards around him.
vomit--
Both Hermione and Ron pounded the ground with both fists, lying on their stomachs and retching constantly.
Dumbledore's complexion was not much better, his rock-solid muscles were twitching constantly, and the muscles on that (JoJo style) tough guy's face were throbbing, as if there were earthworms burrowing around in it.
Only McGuffin looked fine from the outside, but he also repeated a sentence tremblingly.
"The courage of mankind is the hymn of life, and the greatness of mankind is the greatness of courage."
"Human courage is the hymn of life..."
Dumbledore gave McGuffin a meaningful look, and after he muttered something, he somehow felt that these words were in line with his current intentions.
After a while, after everyone recovered a little bit, Dumbledore took them to check the surrounding environment and started to act.
……
Lucius and Bellatrix stared tremblingly at... the large, dark hole in front of them.
They waited tremblingly for the Dark Lord's punishment for them.
Although the Dark Lord was extremely furious at the scene in front of her, she seemed to have more important things to do. After roaring angrily, Nagia's entire body turned into a swarm of insects and disappeared.
After a while, a vague sound came from the insect swarm.
Voldemort ordered Lucius to immediately gather the Death Eaters, lead the bug swarm and the remaining living corpses...to attack the World Tree and [New Diagon Alley]...the two gathering places of wizards, and conquer the wizards there.
"Kill Dumbledore, Black, and McGuffin... If you can't finish it, this is your last mission!"
Horrifying howls echoed in the insect swarm, Lucius and Bellatrix started to act in fear.
(End of this chapter)
