Chapter 176 Facing the Maze
The night sky without the moon and stars is as pure and smooth as black velvet.
In the dark castle, the faint candlelight that was only visible every ten meters illuminated the way back for the Patronus Charm study group after class.
After sending Luna back to the Ravenclaw common room, the group quietly slipped back to Gryffindor.
Fred led the way with a map that could monitor the movements of people in the castle.
George followed beside him, observing the changes around him.
"Do we need to be so cautious? Filch hasn't started his patrol yet!"
Ron, who was following behind his brothers, saw this scene, shrank his neck and complained.
"No, it's not necessary normally, but today is a little special!" George didn't look back, but looked around vigilantly.
"Why...why?" Ginny seemed very scared and deliberately leaned closer to Harry.
"Don't you think the Dementors are a lot quieter tonight?" George expressed his doubts in a light voice.
Wright was also stunned when he heard this. Normally when he went out at night, he would just move through space and never paid attention to this.
Now that he had been reminded, he realized that the cold wind tonight was not as sharp as before, and it seemed that the Dementors were less restless.
"Is there any problem with this? Maybe the weather is getting warmer and it can't adapt to it." Neville swallowed, his voice trembling a little.
"Not so fast. It's only mid-January now, so the temperature will not rise until next week at the latest."
Miss Know-It-All Hermione denied Neville's statement and directly stated the recovery time of the past two years.
"No way! You even memorized this?" Harry looked at Hermione in surprise.
"I'm just expressing my feelings over the past two years!" Hermione explained seriously.
The group chatted in low voices as they all headed towards the Gryffindor common room.
Suddenly, Wright stopped and turned to look at the courtyard of the castle.
In the deep and thick night, a strange yet familiar figure appeared out of nowhere, and the hazy maze gate behind him concealed a darkness deeper than the night itself.
After they appeared, the Dementors in the sky returned to the thick clouds and hid, perhaps out of fear.
"Does mystery only yield to a higher mystery?"
Seeing this scene, Wright narrowed his eyes slightly. Instead of releasing the black mist to cover himself, he held his modified magic wand.
"What's wrong? Wright!" Seeing that Wright was far behind the crowd, Harry turned around and shouted.
Hearing someone calling him, Wright turned around and said with a smile:
"It's okay! I just remembered that Dumbledore asked me to talk to him about the prophecy tonight. I almost forgot about it."
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After tricking Harry and the others back, Wright twisted his body and disappeared on the spot.
When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the atrium, facing the mysterious and strange figure.
At this moment, Wright had already put on the spiritual weapon that he had designed and made after creating the Philosopher's Stone.
This is a gorgeous magic robe, woven from pure white silk with high magical conductivity.
Then, using mithril ink as a basis, a mysterious magic circle was drawn.
Countless magic runes and mithril magic arrays covered the entire robe, dyeing the pure white background into bright silver, and magical energy constantly surged around the body.
"I spent a lot of effort to make this spiritual weapon so that you can try it!"
Looking at the figure with a half-smile, the murderous intent in Wright's eyes continued to rise.
Without responding to Wright's provocative words, the maze gate behind the figure began to surge with huge magical power the moment he appeared.
The next moment, the figure guarding the door was swallowed into the maze, leaving only the maze entrance like a black hole.
"Whether it's a mule or a horse, just pull it out for a walk! I want to see how you can stop my life."
After making these harsh remarks, Wright walked forward without any fear.
After a strange and familiar spatial transformation, he appeared in a passage surrounded by dark green bushes.
Before Wright could give any order, a soft light emanated from his robe, illuminating the entire dark passage where Wright was.
"There's no trap! Are you going to paralyze me at the beginning?"
Feeling the information coming from the robe, Wright thought in his heart, and his eyes kept looking around the maze.
This is a very typical manor maze, made entirely of shrubs.
However, unlike ordinary mazes, the shrub walls here are several meters high, and twisted shadows are crawling between the leaves on the walls.
The sky was as black as ink, without a single ray of light. There were various resentful souls wailing in the air, and the echo of Blac could be vaguely heard.
"Darkness? But it seems that if I don't move forward, I won't be able to get out!"
After taking a look at the sky blocked by the resentful spirits, Wright looked at the maze with only one entrance.
I feel the air becoming increasingly dull and the pressure around me growing stronger.
The light from the robe was swallowed up by the darkness of the maze.
In an instant, the silver magic circle on it lit up instantly and turned into a silver fortress to protect Wright.
Feeling the connection between the robe and himself, its source of magic power connected with Wright's magic power, amplifying the power of both simultaneously.
This carefully crafted robe is one of the reasons why he dares to explore the maze.
"Based on the Armor Spell, it is filled with spells such as 'Numerous Barriers', 'Ironclad', and 'Protection from Evil'."
"In addition to the divine fire 'borrowed' from the light bird, there is also a magic source that can generate magic power autonomously based on emotions."
There is no doubt that this alchemical item is Wright's greatest achievement at present.
Under the protection of his robe, Wright stepped out of the starting channel with confidence.
Soon he came across a wall of bushes that smelled of a distortion.
Looking at the road next to it, the entrance was filled with thick dark fog, as if countless evil spirits were lurking in it.
Looking at the maze that obviously wanted to navigate its own path, Light took out his wand.
His whole body, his robes, and his readjusted wand were in constant resonance, and he grinned as he felt it.
"Who wants to play a maze game? Die! Strengthen, God of Swords!"
The invisible waves turned into sharp blades and chopped the walls blocking the way into pieces.
Following the path he had opened up, Wright went straight forward without any intention of taking a detour.
At this moment, the silver light curtain that was protecting him flickered slightly.
Then, after a wailing sound, only a wisp of black smoke was left in the air.
Ignoring the small fry who would die at the slightest touch, Light was now in high resonance with his robe and wand.
The three formed a simple yet powerful alchemical array, and surging magic power flowed through Wright's body.
At this time, the strength and speed of magic were far beyond those of ordinary people, and he did not consider the loss of magic power at all.
"Crack! Boom! Bang!"
Whenever he encountered a wall of trees, Wright would simply use magic to blast it open, not bothering to take a detour.
