Chapter 354 The Screaming Shack and the Mysterious Shadow
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The Screaming Shack was dark.
The horrific and hideous wallpapers all tell that a werewolf once existed.
Walking through the shed, John came to the room where the Boggart had been found.
After the cabinet was removed, there was a gap here.
Instead of going in, he stood outside.
Turning his head to another room, he was sure that someone had been in the Shrieking Shack.
The dust on the ground thinned out.
Walking to a door, the moonlight just fell into the room, and through the shadow on the ground, John could confirm that someone was inside.
There was a door, but he didn't push it open.
"Tell me, what should I do?" He asked his doubts.
The moonlight was covered by clouds, and the shadow disappeared.
John stared at the crack of the door below.
Suddenly, a note came out from below.
John picked it up and looked at it.
"Live to die."
He looked at the handwriting, then at the door, but he still didn't open it.
He turned and went downstairs.
Eyes are drawn to a box.
He walked over to pick up the box, and looked back deeply.
There seemed to be a figure there, whose face could not be seen clearly.
Walking out of the Shrieking Shack, he had an extra box in his hand.
Through the passage when you came, there is a raised stone under the Whomping Willow.
Take the stone away, and inside is a water gall bottle no bigger than a thumb.
The blood inside glowed bright red under the moonlight.
...
The stars in the Star Club are as beautiful as the outside.
From the establishment of the Star Society to the present, this super-large alchemy machine has never stopped moving.
The starlight shines on the round table under the dome.
The round table parted to reveal the armory below.
The seething cauldron never seemed to stop, and the rising smoke bounced back and forth between appearance and return.
John went down the stairs to the cauldron.
The liquid in the pot kept tumbling, and the last thing seemed to be missing.
John cut his wrist, and blood dripped into the cauldron.
Boiling liquids cool down quickly.
His other hand opened, and a wave of magic poured into it.
The liquid in the crucible separated into two sides, turning into two red dragons that swirled in it.
The red dragon pulled out a vortex, and with the rotation of the liquid, the white smoke came out again.
This time, John took out his wand.
Like an exhaust fan, the wand absorbs all the white smoke that comes out.
The red oak wand became unreal, and John's right hand was covered in silver.
He raised his wand aloft, and the stars in the dome burst into light.
The light of the stars converged into an extremely bright beam of light and fell.
The magic crystal produced by absorbing magic power every day releases its power at this moment, creating a magic power that is a hundred times stronger than the last time.
Slight cracks appeared on the illusory wand, and John was hit by a huge force, his pale face turned rosy.
His Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the blood that was about to come out.
Under the pressure of huge magic power, his body was almost enveloped.
A growl escaped his throat, and John took hold of his wand.
"The battle turns and the stars move."
The wand bent visibly, like a piece of bamboo being bent.
Just moving is a long struggle.
The red dragon in the cauldron is showing signs of dispersing.
John also became anxious.
His breathing became short, and with his efforts, the huge beam of magic light moved towards the crucible.
The magic wand firmly absorbed the huge magic power, bending it to a shocking degree.
Finally, the magic touches the cauldron.
The red dragon inside was impacted by magic power and roared as if it had come alive.
John nearly collapsed, and as soon as he let go, the wand was thrown and flew straight into the wall of the armory.
But John couldn't relax yet, he braced his body to stand up.
He held the crown in both hands, and in the brilliant rainbow-like starlight, a gorgeous crown condensed in his hands.
He gazed at the diadem and put it on his head.
As if nothing had changed.
But somehow, he felt that there was something more in him.
That is wisdom.
Those who pursue will not get what they ask for.
Those who give up already have it.
At that moment, John looked at the cauldron, and his movements were just right.
The silver-covered fingers poked the red dragon's body.
As if popping a balloon, the red dragon burst open.
He reached into his pocket and opened the bottle of powder.
The fiery red powder fell into it, and the restless liquid became smooth.
"Finally, a little bit of mysterious substance from the magician."
John chanted the mantra like a hymn.
That mysterious substance is called emotion.
The point that condenses in between is finer than dust.
As it fell into the crucible, the magic cooking liquid evaporated instantly.
The bright magic pillar stopped suddenly.
The crucible, which lost pressure and was stable, broke free from its restraints and flew out.
After landing, huge thick smoke rose from the cauldron and enveloped the Star Club.
It wasn't hot, but something moist and cool like mist.
John couldn't see through this kind of thing either. He walked forward in the whiteness and saw the cauldron, which was still intact.
"Crack."
There was a crisp cracking sound, and under John's witness, the crucible broke in the middle and fell in two.
The fallen crucible hit the ground, and the impact shattered both halves into countless pieces.
"Well, it's incomplete." John muttered, walking to the cauldron with hope and anticipation.
He could hear his heart beating violently.
The physical discomfort seemed to get better at this moment.
Finally, this not-so-long distance was covered.
With trepidation, he carefully picked up the pieces one by one.
It was like digging for gold in a dangerous mining area, he was careful every time he made it.
Finally, when he picked up a triangular shard, he saw the color of blood leaking from the bottom.
The mist gradually dissipated, and the blood color was translucent and clear after the starlight shone in.
John picked it up, and the moment he really touched it, he felt that all this was not a dream.
"Success."
Even with the prediction, John couldn't help laughing.
He staggered to his feet, his body covered in dust and mess.
The arsenal is also somewhat beyond recognition.
His hands gripped the thing tightly and held it up high.
Looking around, he smiled wryly.
"Fortunately there is magic."
He took off the crown on his head, and the crown turned into starlight and disappeared in his hands.
After some searching, he found his wand.
The red oak wand was lodged in the wall, and it took John a lot of effort to pull it out.
Fortunately, the wand itself is strong and strong, otherwise John would need to find a new wand.
Walking out of the arsenal, he found that the mist seemed to have taken root in the Star Society.
"Well, it can be used as a weather for the Star Society." John raised his wand, and the mist floated up towards the dome.
The dome that was originally bright in the starry sky now has something like clouds.
When the fog disappeared, John felt that his body was not so tired.
Perhaps this is the mood that drives the physical and mental pleasure.
John even thought about going to the prefect's bathroom to take a shower.
After all, it's a bit buried now.
Without further ado, he headed to the prefects bathroom.
Let yourself take a nice bath.
It's just that when he looked down, there were dense black blood vessels on his body.
He looked up to the other side again.
There is a mirror in there.
"So it's just an illusion." He saw himself in the mirror and said.
Looking at him in the mirror, the black blood vessels on his neck have extended to his cheeks.
He rubbed between his eyebrows, his throat was itchy, and he coughed.
Black blood soaked the ground, and he spat out black blood.
On that pale face, the black lines became more obvious.
It made him look terribly hideous.
Cleaning up the black blood, he heard a movement coming from the pool.
Looking back, he saw Myrtle.
"John?" Myrtle, who used to be greedy for masculinity, now stared blankly at John and the black blood.
She was taken aback for a moment, then flew over and said, "Are you going to die? Can you become a ghost if you die?"
John looked at Myrtle who didn't seem to be sad, and couldn't help but choked up speechlessly.
It's fine if you don't comfort me, and curse me.
...
Hogwarts has a subject that can be learned by wizards or Muggles.
It's just that both of them have one thing in common, that is, learning will be extremely painful.
Malfoy was well aware of this.
He still doesn't understand why he wants to remember what the goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century was doing.
However, under the exam, all living beings are equal.
March class proctors, they returned to the auditorium.
"John, you didn't sleep well yesterday?" Malfoy couldn't help teasing when he saw John's face, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to remember? I also understand this."
"By the way, aren't you hot? The collar is so high?"
John gave him a blank look, and said sarcastically, "You'd better think about where the goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century started."
Having said that, Malfoy thought about it, and sadly found that he couldn't remember it.
"It's over."
He wailed in despair, and John laughed, then coughed.
The cough is a bit severe.
Malfoy frowned, and was about to ask when he heard candidates enter the room.
...
The horrific and hideous wallpapers all tell that a werewolf once existed.
Walking through the shed, John came to the room where the Boggart had been found.
After the cabinet was removed, there was a gap here.
Instead of going in, he stood outside.
Turning his head to another room, he was sure that someone had been in the Shrieking Shack.
The dust on the ground thinned out.
Walking to a door, the moonlight just fell into the room, and through the shadow on the ground, John could confirm that someone was inside.
There was a door, but he didn't push it open.
"Tell me, what should I do?" He asked his doubts.
The moonlight was covered by clouds, and the shadow disappeared.
John stared at the crack of the door below.
Suddenly, a note came out from below.
John picked it up and looked at it.
"Live to die."
He looked at the handwriting, then at the door, but he still didn't open it.
He turned and went downstairs.
Eyes are drawn to a box.
He walked over to pick up the box, and looked back deeply.
There seemed to be a figure there, whose face could not be seen clearly.
Walking out of the Shrieking Shack, he had an extra box in his hand.
Through the passage when you came, there is a raised stone under the Whomping Willow.
Take the stone away, and inside is a water gall bottle no bigger than a thumb.
The blood inside glowed bright red under the moonlight.
...
The stars in the Star Club are as beautiful as the outside.
From the establishment of the Star Society to the present, this super-large alchemy machine has never stopped moving.
The starlight shines on the round table under the dome.
The round table parted to reveal the armory below.
The seething cauldron never seemed to stop, and the rising smoke bounced back and forth between appearance and return.
John went down the stairs to the cauldron.
The liquid in the pot kept tumbling, and the last thing seemed to be missing.
John cut his wrist, and blood dripped into the cauldron.
Boiling liquids cool down quickly.
His other hand opened, and a wave of magic poured into it.
The liquid in the crucible separated into two sides, turning into two red dragons that swirled in it.
The red dragon pulled out a vortex, and with the rotation of the liquid, the white smoke came out again.
This time, John took out his wand.
Like an exhaust fan, the wand absorbs all the white smoke that comes out.
The red oak wand became unreal, and John's right hand was covered in silver.
He raised his wand aloft, and the stars in the dome burst into light.
The light of the stars converged into an extremely bright beam of light and fell.
The magic crystal produced by absorbing magic power every day releases its power at this moment, creating a magic power that is a hundred times stronger than the last time.
Slight cracks appeared on the illusory wand, and John was hit by a huge force, his pale face turned rosy.
His Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the blood that was about to come out.
Under the pressure of huge magic power, his body was almost enveloped.
A growl escaped his throat, and John took hold of his wand.
"The battle turns and the stars move."
The wand bent visibly, like a piece of bamboo being bent.
Just moving is a long struggle.
The red dragon in the cauldron is showing signs of dispersing.
John also became anxious.
His breathing became short, and with his efforts, the huge beam of magic light moved towards the crucible.
The magic wand firmly absorbed the huge magic power, bending it to a shocking degree.
Finally, the magic touches the cauldron.
The red dragon inside was impacted by magic power and roared as if it had come alive.
John nearly collapsed, and as soon as he let go, the wand was thrown and flew straight into the wall of the armory.
But John couldn't relax yet, he braced his body to stand up.
He held the crown in both hands, and in the brilliant rainbow-like starlight, a gorgeous crown condensed in his hands.
He gazed at the diadem and put it on his head.
As if nothing had changed.
But somehow, he felt that there was something more in him.
That is wisdom.
Those who pursue will not get what they ask for.
Those who give up already have it.
At that moment, John looked at the cauldron, and his movements were just right.
The silver-covered fingers poked the red dragon's body.
As if popping a balloon, the red dragon burst open.
He reached into his pocket and opened the bottle of powder.
The fiery red powder fell into it, and the restless liquid became smooth.
"Finally, a little bit of mysterious substance from the magician."
John chanted the mantra like a hymn.
That mysterious substance is called emotion.
The point that condenses in between is finer than dust.
As it fell into the crucible, the magic cooking liquid evaporated instantly.
The bright magic pillar stopped suddenly.
The crucible, which lost pressure and was stable, broke free from its restraints and flew out.
After landing, huge thick smoke rose from the cauldron and enveloped the Star Club.
It wasn't hot, but something moist and cool like mist.
John couldn't see through this kind of thing either. He walked forward in the whiteness and saw the cauldron, which was still intact.
"Crack."
There was a crisp cracking sound, and under John's witness, the crucible broke in the middle and fell in two.
The fallen crucible hit the ground, and the impact shattered both halves into countless pieces.
"Well, it's incomplete." John muttered, walking to the cauldron with hope and anticipation.
He could hear his heart beating violently.
The physical discomfort seemed to get better at this moment.
Finally, this not-so-long distance was covered.
With trepidation, he carefully picked up the pieces one by one.
It was like digging for gold in a dangerous mining area, he was careful every time he made it.
Finally, when he picked up a triangular shard, he saw the color of blood leaking from the bottom.
The mist gradually dissipated, and the blood color was translucent and clear after the starlight shone in.
John picked it up, and the moment he really touched it, he felt that all this was not a dream.
"Success."
Even with the prediction, John couldn't help laughing.
He staggered to his feet, his body covered in dust and mess.
The arsenal is also somewhat beyond recognition.
His hands gripped the thing tightly and held it up high.
Looking around, he smiled wryly.
"Fortunately there is magic."
He took off the crown on his head, and the crown turned into starlight and disappeared in his hands.
After some searching, he found his wand.
The red oak wand was lodged in the wall, and it took John a lot of effort to pull it out.
Fortunately, the wand itself is strong and strong, otherwise John would need to find a new wand.
Walking out of the arsenal, he found that the mist seemed to have taken root in the Star Society.
"Well, it can be used as a weather for the Star Society." John raised his wand, and the mist floated up towards the dome.
The dome that was originally bright in the starry sky now has something like clouds.
When the fog disappeared, John felt that his body was not so tired.
Perhaps this is the mood that drives the physical and mental pleasure.
John even thought about going to the prefect's bathroom to take a shower.
After all, it's a bit buried now.
Without further ado, he headed to the prefects bathroom.
Let yourself take a nice bath.
It's just that when he looked down, there were dense black blood vessels on his body.
He looked up to the other side again.
There is a mirror in there.
"So it's just an illusion." He saw himself in the mirror and said.
Looking at him in the mirror, the black blood vessels on his neck have extended to his cheeks.
He rubbed between his eyebrows, his throat was itchy, and he coughed.
Black blood soaked the ground, and he spat out black blood.
On that pale face, the black lines became more obvious.
It made him look terribly hideous.
Cleaning up the black blood, he heard a movement coming from the pool.
Looking back, he saw Myrtle.
"John?" Myrtle, who used to be greedy for masculinity, now stared blankly at John and the black blood.
She was taken aback for a moment, then flew over and said, "Are you going to die? Can you become a ghost if you die?"
John looked at Myrtle who didn't seem to be sad, and couldn't help but choked up speechlessly.
It's fine if you don't comfort me, and curse me.
...
Hogwarts has a subject that can be learned by wizards or Muggles.
It's just that both of them have one thing in common, that is, learning will be extremely painful.
Malfoy was well aware of this.
He still doesn't understand why he wants to remember what the goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century was doing.
However, under the exam, all living beings are equal.
March class proctors, they returned to the auditorium.
"John, you didn't sleep well yesterday?" Malfoy couldn't help teasing when he saw John's face, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to remember? I also understand this."
"By the way, aren't you hot? The collar is so high?"
John gave him a blank look, and said sarcastically, "You'd better think about where the goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century started."
Having said that, Malfoy thought about it, and sadly found that he couldn't remember it.
"It's over."
He wailed in despair, and John laughed, then coughed.
The cough is a bit severe.
Malfoy frowned, and was about to ask when he heard candidates enter the room.
...
