Chapter 426 Enhanced Version of the Patron Saint Curse
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Feeling the magic power surging again in his body, Suer didn't waste any more time.
"expectopatronusextra!" is the same incantation as the Patronus Charm itself, but with one more syllable.
Aberforth was a little confused when he heard the incantation, but he soon realized the origin of the syllables Suer was chanting, and he looked at Suer with some surprise.
Yes, it is not a conventional method of chanting spells such as fluorescent spells and coma spells, but a more rhythmic and older method of chanting.
Just like in the ancient church, the godfather recited prayers with arias, and like the ancient tribesmen gathered around the campfire, watching the priests praying to heaven for the safe return of the warriors from the war, and the prosperity of the tribe's population.
This is rune!And it is also the oldest way of chanting!
Where did this kid learn this? ? ?
Aberforth's heart suddenly rose, but then he put it down because the spell was successful.
A thick, shining silver beam of light shot straight at the patron saint standing in mid-air.
The next moment, after the Patron Saint with a specific shape came into contact with the light beam, it quickly disintegrated into a cloud of silver mist. It did not escape, but stayed there in a translucent shape, like a fluffy marshmallow. Mid-air.
The magic beam was not interrupted, but was absorbed by it every drop, with a faint silver arc of light flickering in it.
Soon, it began to beat without a sound, but from the side, Aberforth seemed to hear it beating, just like the heart in his chest.
Sur could feel the magic power in his body being continuously extracted, as if someone had installed a water pump on the tip of his wand, connecting him to the mist.
That mist is like land in urgent need of irrigation, conveying to Suer, more, I need more, more emotions.
Miscalculation!In other words, he is too arrogant. The fog currently requires more magic power than building an environment.
Soul soon realized this.
The magic power in his body is not enough for the fog ball to absorb!Totally not enough!
The potion is gone!The magic power cannot be replenished and is disappearing at an extremely rapid speed. If this continues, he will definitely be drained!
His clear mind and body's instincts urged him to immediately break this curse.
But the facts did not allow him to do so.
He can't stop it!Once this curse begins, it must continue.
Aberforth's eyes were fixed on the fog, and he didn't notice that Sur's face began to turn pale, because the fog had begun to change at this time.
"Buzz..." A translucent curtain rippled in the sky above the fog, and Aberforth's eyes couldn't help but reveal shock.
this is not....
It was also at the moment when this curtain appeared that the sky above Godric's Hollow changed. The sun was blocked by a thick layer of gray clouds. The old man lying on the rocking chair, the residents building trees outside the house, and the people watching from the Muggle door The solitary wizards looked puzzled, either outside the house or looking up at the sky through the windows.
At this time, Godric's Hollow seemed to have entered dark night, with thick dark clouds pressing down.
Thunder and lightning flashed across the dark clouds, and occasionally there was a loud crack, deafening, but not a drop of rain fell.
In the Forbidden Forest, the centaur priest walked out of the wooden house and looked up at the sky. The sky above the Forbidden Forest was still clear blue, and the sun still shined in the sky, providing the warmth needed by people and plants, but Liz seemed to see something, bright A hint of gloom flashed through his eyes.
"The God of Hades is in the sky..." Her expression was extremely solemn, as if the end was coming.
"Sacrifice..." The centaur with a resolute expression quickly came to Liz's side, put one hand on his chest and bowed respectfully, "What are your orders?"
"Firenz." Liz turned her head suddenly, "I need you to go to Hogwarts Castle, now, immediately."
"But we have an agreement with Dumbledore." Firenze was a little surprised, "We cannot step into the area where the castle is."
"It doesn't matter, Firenze. Dumbledore won't blame you. Find him and tell him that an old friend will appear and he must go there immediately, otherwise something unexpected will happen."
Firenze didn't understand, but the priest had orders and he had to obey them.
"I'm leaving immediately."
Firenze left, and Lisif looked up at the sky again and murmured.
"I'm so anxious... How can the long river of fate be easily reversed? But once it succeeds, the fate of many people will also change. The horse people..."
"Can't see clearly...can't see clearly..."
A gust of breeze blew up Liz's long hair, taking her words away and dissipating them in the wind.
"Good luck..."
At this time, in Godric's Hollow, the dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and thunder was rumbling. Standing on the ground, you could clearly see the arcs of electricity rolling in the dark clouds. People hid in their homes, not daring to show their heads again, even wizards. Dare to offend Tianwei at this moment.
As time passed, the thunderclouds rolled more violently, and a few wisps of electric arcs poked out of the dark clouds.
finally...
With a violent "click!" sound.
A bolt of lightning struck impatiently at the tree trunk on the hillside. At this moment, a flame immediately appeared next to the tree trunk, and a light blue light curtain stood up.
The lightning struck the light curtain and quickly dispersed. The dead old tree escaped the bad fate of being whipped to death, but the weeds around it were not so lucky. The rolling arc scorched them. The ground is transparent.
"Crack! Click!" The thunder and lightning struck one after another as if they were irritated. The strong wind suddenly rose, and the lightning flashed, and the figures under the light curtain were clearly visible.
It was Dumbledore in the castle. His pale beard and hair were flying in the strong wind, and his light blue eyes under the half-moon glasses were extremely bright.
He, like a god, used his magic wand to fight against the might of Heaven.
Finally, the lightning strikes were exhausted, and it returned to its charged state.
Dumbledore increased the output of his magic power, letting the light curtain stand permanently above the dead tree. He turned around and waved his wand again. The magic originally used to cover up Dumbledore's old house immediately failed, revealing the hidden old house. in front.
In the basement of the old house, Suer's figure was already crumbling.
The mist was completely different. At a certain moment, it became as tall as a person, and the silver-white halo formed a portal.
"We're going to succeed." Aberforth was finally willing to turn his eyes back to Sur, his face was excited, but soon became frightened. The Sur in front of him was like a terminally ill person, giving people a terrible feeling. The next moment I decided to go and exchange opinions with Merlin about wearing stockings.
"What’s wrong with you?!"
"What's wrong with me?" Suer really didn't have the energy to roll his eyes and could only curse in his heart, "I'm going to die!"
The magic power in his body has been extracted, and almost no trace of it is left.
"Where's the potion? Yes, potion."
Aberforth woke up with a start and began to rummage through his clothes and bags. Finally, he found two light blue bottles of potion in the corner, with two-thirds of the potion remaining.
Probably due to the luck brought by the Elixir of Fortune, Aberforth subconsciously ignored them when he took the potions before. Now, these two bottles of potions played a key role at this moment.
In short, Sur can finally escape the fate of being raped as a human being.
Aberforth hurriedly poured the two bottles of potion into Soul's mouth.
The potion quickly took effect. After receiving the supplement, Sur's complexion suddenly became rosier, but turned pale again visibly because the magic power was still being extracted. Fortunately, Su'er clearly felt the magic power. Extraction speed has become weaker.
If I have to find a word to describe it, just now the mist was like a water pump operating at full speed in fifth gear to extract magic power, but now it is only in fourth gear, and the extraction speed has been weakening, and soon it became third gear, second gear...
When the last trace of magic power in Sur's body flowed down his arm and the wand rushed towards the fog, the fog seemed to be finally satisfied at this moment, and the extraction of magic power stopped abruptly.
The silver-white door gradually opened outward.
A silver-white hand poked out from inside...
At this moment, an old man with a big bird on his shoulder and white hair, white beard and white robe stepped in and looked at the door in the center of the room. His eyes contained complex meanings such as excitement, happiness, guilt, and uneasiness.
"It should be successful, right?" Suer smiled happily when he saw the silver-white hand, then his vision went dark and he fell forward.
Before his consciousness disappeared, he only felt a pair of warm and strong hands holding him.
ps: penguin, county, 814479331
"expectopatronusextra!" is the same incantation as the Patronus Charm itself, but with one more syllable.
Aberforth was a little confused when he heard the incantation, but he soon realized the origin of the syllables Suer was chanting, and he looked at Suer with some surprise.
Yes, it is not a conventional method of chanting spells such as fluorescent spells and coma spells, but a more rhythmic and older method of chanting.
Just like in the ancient church, the godfather recited prayers with arias, and like the ancient tribesmen gathered around the campfire, watching the priests praying to heaven for the safe return of the warriors from the war, and the prosperity of the tribe's population.
This is rune!And it is also the oldest way of chanting!
Where did this kid learn this? ? ?
Aberforth's heart suddenly rose, but then he put it down because the spell was successful.
A thick, shining silver beam of light shot straight at the patron saint standing in mid-air.
The next moment, after the Patron Saint with a specific shape came into contact with the light beam, it quickly disintegrated into a cloud of silver mist. It did not escape, but stayed there in a translucent shape, like a fluffy marshmallow. Mid-air.
The magic beam was not interrupted, but was absorbed by it every drop, with a faint silver arc of light flickering in it.
Soon, it began to beat without a sound, but from the side, Aberforth seemed to hear it beating, just like the heart in his chest.
Sur could feel the magic power in his body being continuously extracted, as if someone had installed a water pump on the tip of his wand, connecting him to the mist.
That mist is like land in urgent need of irrigation, conveying to Suer, more, I need more, more emotions.
Miscalculation!In other words, he is too arrogant. The fog currently requires more magic power than building an environment.
Soul soon realized this.
The magic power in his body is not enough for the fog ball to absorb!Totally not enough!
The potion is gone!The magic power cannot be replenished and is disappearing at an extremely rapid speed. If this continues, he will definitely be drained!
His clear mind and body's instincts urged him to immediately break this curse.
But the facts did not allow him to do so.
He can't stop it!Once this curse begins, it must continue.
Aberforth's eyes were fixed on the fog, and he didn't notice that Sur's face began to turn pale, because the fog had begun to change at this time.
"Buzz..." A translucent curtain rippled in the sky above the fog, and Aberforth's eyes couldn't help but reveal shock.
this is not....
It was also at the moment when this curtain appeared that the sky above Godric's Hollow changed. The sun was blocked by a thick layer of gray clouds. The old man lying on the rocking chair, the residents building trees outside the house, and the people watching from the Muggle door The solitary wizards looked puzzled, either outside the house or looking up at the sky through the windows.
At this time, Godric's Hollow seemed to have entered dark night, with thick dark clouds pressing down.
Thunder and lightning flashed across the dark clouds, and occasionally there was a loud crack, deafening, but not a drop of rain fell.
In the Forbidden Forest, the centaur priest walked out of the wooden house and looked up at the sky. The sky above the Forbidden Forest was still clear blue, and the sun still shined in the sky, providing the warmth needed by people and plants, but Liz seemed to see something, bright A hint of gloom flashed through his eyes.
"The God of Hades is in the sky..." Her expression was extremely solemn, as if the end was coming.
"Sacrifice..." The centaur with a resolute expression quickly came to Liz's side, put one hand on his chest and bowed respectfully, "What are your orders?"
"Firenz." Liz turned her head suddenly, "I need you to go to Hogwarts Castle, now, immediately."
"But we have an agreement with Dumbledore." Firenze was a little surprised, "We cannot step into the area where the castle is."
"It doesn't matter, Firenze. Dumbledore won't blame you. Find him and tell him that an old friend will appear and he must go there immediately, otherwise something unexpected will happen."
Firenze didn't understand, but the priest had orders and he had to obey them.
"I'm leaving immediately."
Firenze left, and Lisif looked up at the sky again and murmured.
"I'm so anxious... How can the long river of fate be easily reversed? But once it succeeds, the fate of many people will also change. The horse people..."
"Can't see clearly...can't see clearly..."
A gust of breeze blew up Liz's long hair, taking her words away and dissipating them in the wind.
"Good luck..."
At this time, in Godric's Hollow, the dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and thunder was rumbling. Standing on the ground, you could clearly see the arcs of electricity rolling in the dark clouds. People hid in their homes, not daring to show their heads again, even wizards. Dare to offend Tianwei at this moment.
As time passed, the thunderclouds rolled more violently, and a few wisps of electric arcs poked out of the dark clouds.
finally...
With a violent "click!" sound.
A bolt of lightning struck impatiently at the tree trunk on the hillside. At this moment, a flame immediately appeared next to the tree trunk, and a light blue light curtain stood up.
The lightning struck the light curtain and quickly dispersed. The dead old tree escaped the bad fate of being whipped to death, but the weeds around it were not so lucky. The rolling arc scorched them. The ground is transparent.
"Crack! Click!" The thunder and lightning struck one after another as if they were irritated. The strong wind suddenly rose, and the lightning flashed, and the figures under the light curtain were clearly visible.
It was Dumbledore in the castle. His pale beard and hair were flying in the strong wind, and his light blue eyes under the half-moon glasses were extremely bright.
He, like a god, used his magic wand to fight against the might of Heaven.
Finally, the lightning strikes were exhausted, and it returned to its charged state.
Dumbledore increased the output of his magic power, letting the light curtain stand permanently above the dead tree. He turned around and waved his wand again. The magic originally used to cover up Dumbledore's old house immediately failed, revealing the hidden old house. in front.
In the basement of the old house, Suer's figure was already crumbling.
The mist was completely different. At a certain moment, it became as tall as a person, and the silver-white halo formed a portal.
"We're going to succeed." Aberforth was finally willing to turn his eyes back to Sur, his face was excited, but soon became frightened. The Sur in front of him was like a terminally ill person, giving people a terrible feeling. The next moment I decided to go and exchange opinions with Merlin about wearing stockings.
"What’s wrong with you?!"
"What's wrong with me?" Suer really didn't have the energy to roll his eyes and could only curse in his heart, "I'm going to die!"
The magic power in his body has been extracted, and almost no trace of it is left.
"Where's the potion? Yes, potion."
Aberforth woke up with a start and began to rummage through his clothes and bags. Finally, he found two light blue bottles of potion in the corner, with two-thirds of the potion remaining.
Probably due to the luck brought by the Elixir of Fortune, Aberforth subconsciously ignored them when he took the potions before. Now, these two bottles of potions played a key role at this moment.
In short, Sur can finally escape the fate of being raped as a human being.
Aberforth hurriedly poured the two bottles of potion into Soul's mouth.
The potion quickly took effect. After receiving the supplement, Sur's complexion suddenly became rosier, but turned pale again visibly because the magic power was still being extracted. Fortunately, Su'er clearly felt the magic power. Extraction speed has become weaker.
If I have to find a word to describe it, just now the mist was like a water pump operating at full speed in fifth gear to extract magic power, but now it is only in fourth gear, and the extraction speed has been weakening, and soon it became third gear, second gear...
When the last trace of magic power in Sur's body flowed down his arm and the wand rushed towards the fog, the fog seemed to be finally satisfied at this moment, and the extraction of magic power stopped abruptly.
The silver-white door gradually opened outward.
A silver-white hand poked out from inside...
At this moment, an old man with a big bird on his shoulder and white hair, white beard and white robe stepped in and looked at the door in the center of the room. His eyes contained complex meanings such as excitement, happiness, guilt, and uneasiness.
"It should be successful, right?" Suer smiled happily when he saw the silver-white hand, then his vision went dark and he fell forward.
Before his consciousness disappeared, he only felt a pair of warm and strong hands holding him.
ps: penguin, county, 814479331
