Chapter 211
Chapter 235 Eternal Freeze and Ambrosius
A magical rainbow bridge runs across the glacier.
The huge magic power freezes everything it passes through forever.
The box kept shaking, gradually breaking away from the withered plants.
If this continues, not only the glacier, but also the entire dragon farm will be destroyed.
"Why is there such a dangerous thing in Dragon Farm?"
John couldn't help but curse out, and words kept floating out of the box.
He carefully identified it and found that it was ancient writing.
"Box of Ice?" Reading the words above, John felt very ridiculous.
The legendary treasure of the kingdom of giants, an artifact that can freeze everything.
When myths appear in the wizarding world, even John needs time to digest them.
Pointing his wand at the Ice Box, John's magic was running, trying to destroy this thing.
"Broken to pieces! (Reducto)"
The white light hits the Ice Box, and the magic spell that can shatter the building cannot cause damage to the Ice Box.
John refused to give up and continued to use various magic attacks.
Without exception, the Ice Box continues to operate, freezing everything.
Now John was helpless. He felt that maybe Heimdall was really blind, and letting himself down would directly lead to the destruction of the entire dragon field.
At this moment, a silver thread floated before his eyes.
Looking around, he saw the soul fragment.
The soul fragments flew towards the frozen man, trying hard to get inside through the ice.
John looked startled, and then a strange idea came to his mind, "Isn't that the soul of the ice sculpture?"
He looked at where his soul was and found something was wrong.
Under the impact of the powerful ice torrent, the soul fragments like candles in the wind were unscathed.
"The cold current only targets existing things." A glint flashed in his eyes.
The soul fragment floats to John and asks him for help.
"You want me to melt the ice sculpture?" John asked.
The soul fragments were flying up and down, as if saying 'yes'.
John took a deep breath, dragon horns sprouted from his head, and wings sprouted from his back.
The size quickly enlarged and soon turned into a dragon form.
Aiming at the ice sculpture, John opened his mouth.
"Fire is raging! (Incendio)"
Flames spurted, and red flames ignited the ice sculpture.
At temperatures so high that they can melt rock, the ice sculptures slowly melt.
"Not enough firepower."
The scales on John's neck glowed, and he used dragon breath again. The difference was that this time there was more terrifying flames.
As time passed, the ice sculpture finally melted.
John returned to his human form and was about to let the soul fragment pass when he saw the stiff man being washed away by the torrent, flying out and falling against the wall.
The body was shattered on the ground.
John: "..." Why did he work so hard just now?
The soul fragment did not expect this, and the soul that was still flying paused.
"Forget it, it's better to rely on yourself than relying on others."
When John saw this scene, he knew he couldn't count on others.
With a wave of the wand, John's eyes turned into dragon eyes.
Tongues of fire spit out from the tip of the staff and gathered into a huge red dragon.
"Fiendfyre! (Fiendfyre)"
Summoning the fierce fire, the irresistible torrent was blocked for a moment.
The entire room was ignited, and John controlled the fire to attack the ice box that fired the torrent.
Under the terrifying fire, the ice crystals covering the ice box began to melt.
The torrent hit Li Huo, and Li Huo roared and collided with it.
Two terrifying magics, absolute coldness and fierce fire that burns everything.
The two are in tit-for-tat opposition, with neither giving in to the other.
John simply let go of Li Huo.
Li Huo's body swelled up after losing its restraints, but he could not escape under the torrent of the Ice Box.
"Soul-Eating Curse."
Raising his right hand, black threads emerged from the limited gloves, gradually turning the silver arm into black.
John's right eye also turned black, and the thread spread towards the Ice Box.
His expression was solemn, and the soul-eating curse gradually wrapped around the ice box.
Wrap the entire Ice Box inside.
In an instant, John's body was enveloped in a cold that almost froze his soul.
His body was freezing bit by bit.
His eyes widened, he shouldn't have.
Why is the soul frozen?
It was too late to evacuate now, and John could only watch the ice crystals wrap himself up.
As he was about to lose consciousness, John saw soul fragments rushing towards him.
Without hesitation, John reached out to catch the soul fragment.
The next second.
His mind stagnated.
Maintaining the stretched-out posture, the Soul-Eating Curse continued to wrap around the Ice Box.
The fierce fire gradually stopped under the torrent, and ice crystals actually appeared on the flames.
Immediately afterwards, the flame dragon was gradually frozen, the fierce fire melted the ice crystals, and the torrent covered the ice crystals.
A strange balance was reached between the two, which actually temporarily stopped the trend of torrent and destruction.
It's just that this balance will gradually be broken as the fierce fire is consumed.
At that time, a frozen world will appear.
The fierce fire is getting weaker and weaker, and the torrent can even freeze the flame.
…
"Click."
Suddenly.
There was a crisp sound.
The soul fragments moved slowly through John's body.
Finally got to the right hand side.
The Soul-Eating Curse is connected to the Ice Box to form a channel.
John's guess was correct, the Ice Box did not freeze the soul.
The soul fragments moved into the passage bit by bit. The soul fragments were squeezed into a needle point shape and stabbed hard towards the Ice Box.
A small hole opened out of the Ice Box and was blocked by soul fragments.
The other end of the soul fragment turned into a silver thread and was connected to John's hand.
That silver thread glowed with light.
The originally stagnant consciousness gradually recovered, and thinking became active.
John found that he couldn't move, but the magic was still working.
Moving his eyes, he saw the silver thread.
I moved my fingers with all my strength and made contact with him.
At this moment, consciousness huddled together, compressed and condensed from the silver thread, and finally expanded suddenly.
There was no longer a golden room in front of him, but a place similar to a trance-like fantasy.
"You're finally here."
John turned around after a brief trance. He looked down at his body and his clothes were all changed to white.
When the voice came, he looked up and saw a man standing in front of him.
The man's tone was relaxed with a hint of joy.
But that's not important. What's important is that this man has a face exactly like Extis.
"Shouldn't you explain it?" John calmed down and looked at the man indifferently.
With embarrassment on his face, the man scratched his head and said, "Actually, I wanted to solve the hidden dangers here back then, but the power here was more powerful than I imagined, so I could only seal it temporarily."
As he said that, the man seemed to suddenly remember something, and stretched out his hand to John with a kind smile on his face, "I forgot to introduce myself, we are from the same door."
"Come from the same house?"
"Of course, we are from the same school." The man puffed up his chest and looked proud.
John was stunned and asked strangely: "Are you also a Hogwarts student?"
The man smiled slightly and said: "And I am also a Slytherin. You can call me Ambrosius or my name..."
"Merlin Ambrosius."
John was stunned on the spot, his brain unable to react for a moment.
After reacting, he couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Merlin's beard——"
"Ahem." Ambrosius reached out and touched his white chin, and said helplessly: "I don't know why you are always thinking about my beard."
John was surprised for a while and finally accepted the fact that Merlin appeared in front of him.
He suddenly remembered the body outside, with a strange expression on his face, and hesitated to speak.
"Say it." Ambrosius knew something was wrong when he saw his appearance.
John thought twice before asking: "So you are dead? No, I mean you are alive until now? Your body was shattered into pieces just now."
He was a little incoherent. This is not John's fault. Anyone who sees Merlin, the legendary archmage, will do this.
Ambrosius was very patient and said, "You can say that, but I don't know."
His answer was strange, and Ambrosius explained: "Technically speaking, I'm not the real Merlin, I'm the Merlin of Hogwarts."
"Uh...what's the difference?" John asked like a primary school student.
Ambrosius simply sat down and said, "The difference is that the legendary Merlin can be me, but I don't have to be the legendary Merlin."
Most people would have been confused by Ambrosius's words, but John, as an alchemist, could hear more meaning.
"You mean, you have a relationship with the legendary Merlin, maybe the creator and the created?"
"Correct answer." Ambrosius couldn't help but applaud, admiring John very much, "You know Horcruxes, I am similar to Horcruxes. I have some kind of relationship with Merlin, but we are independent of each other."
