Chapter 665: Magic Ritual
Hogwarts at noon is full of sunshine everywhere, but in the Hogwarts headmaster's office, the light that blooms from a pink gemstone even overwhelms the noonday sunlight coming in from the window, dyeing the whole office. It became pink.
With the further output of Ryan's magic power, the pink rose made of light looks more and more solid. When this rose of light finally became almost like a crystal handicraft, the magic power contained in it also reached a peak.
Next, it's complete restraint. Ryan thought and swung the wand in his right hand vigorously. In an instant, a large number of pink petals like crystal crystals emerged from the Rose of Light, and then formed a pink rope in the air. entwined towards the black straw man. At the same time, the flames on the two oil lamps on the straw man's body jumped up violently, just coating the pink petals flying over with a layer of flames.
It's now. After discovering that almost all the pink rose petals surrounding the black grass figure were dyed with a layer of flames, Ryan shook his left hand violently. Immediately, those pink ropes spread out again and turned into a large number of petals, and then embraced the black straw man like a moth to a flame.
When the first petal was attached to the straw man, a group of tiny sparks exploded at the point of contact. At that moment, Harry suddenly shuddered.
Harry, how are you? Dumbledore, who had been staring at Harry, noticed this at the time, and asked with concern. Do you feel anything wrong now? If you really feel uncomfortable and can't hold it, just say it. No one here will laugh at you.
It's okay, it just felt like a needle prick. Harry turned to Dumbledore and said. Now the acupuncture feels more intense, but it's not very painful, it's just a numb and itchy feeling. It's just that I didn't get used to it just now, it's not that I couldn't hold it.
Ryan knew that it was not Harry who was holding on, but because he had lived with Voldemort's soul since he was a child, which led to some soul fusion. This made Harry feel part of the soul piece when Ryan attacked the piece of Voldemort's soul. It's just that even if the two souls have merged, they haven't merged into one, so the feeling will be lighter by more than one level.
For example, now, after each petal explodes on the scarecrow, it will leave a black scorched mark with a trace of flame on the place where it exploded. For Voldemort's soul, it felt as if it had been hacked into pieces, but after being weakened multiple times, what Harry felt was a tingling that was completely within the range of tolerance.
As one after another petals were ignited on the black scarecrow, the scorched marks the size of needlepoints slowly connected into a line. These lines then formed fingertip-sized runes one after another.
Finally, when the rose petal rain disappeared from the office. The body of the black scarecrow has been densely covered with hundreds of runes composed of scorching marks burning with dark red flames. At the same time, these runes are connected into one body, forming a complex magic flow system on the surface and body of the scarecrow.
At this time, the scarecrow was shaking and struggling desperately on the spot as if it had come to life. Along with shaking and struggling, a phantom composed of black mist appeared indistinctly inside the scarecrow. This phantom struggled hard to get out of the scarecrow, but as long as it left the scarecrow a little bit, it would be pressed back by the magic system composed of the runes on the scarecrow.
It feels easier than I imagined. Ryan thought to himself, because this Horcrux did not scream, demagogue or have some kind of soul shock like other Horcruxes. Now he is just struggling purely with the instinct of his Horcrux. But this is not an accident, compared with other carefully crafted Horcruxes, the defense of this accident product is basically equivalent to zero. The only trouble was being entangled with Harry's soul, but that was sorted out now.
Under the effect of the runes on the scarecrow, the phantom in the middle became more and more obvious, and finally, a blood-red figure appeared in the eyes of the three people in the principal's office.
The shape of that thing is a naked child, curled up on the ground, the red skin is very rough, it looks like a layer of skin has been peeled off, it is now struggling to break through the shackles of the straw man, and at the same time struggling to breathe.
What the hell is this? Harry said with a look of disgust. In his eyes, the thing was petite, weak, and injured, but there was always a voice in his soul telling him not to approach it. Even though he was sore and still fixed on the chair, he still tried his best to lean his body back, trying to stay away from this thing.
Hush— Professor Dumbledore made a quiet gesture with his index finger in front of his mouth. Next, please trust your friend Ryan, do exactly what he says, and don't ask why.
Harry, can you move now? The core is can you control yourself now? Ryan turned around to look at Harry at this moment. Behind him, the blood-red figure roared silently.
No problem. Harry moved his hands and feet. I have to say that even though I'm so sore right now, I can still control my hands and feet. As long as I don't get on a broom and play a game of Quidditch right now I think I'll be fine doing other things right now.
That's good, Ryan turned to look at Professor Dumbledore after confirming Harry's condition. I think you can put Harry down now, because the last step has to be done by Harry himself.
No problem. Dumbledore nodded and waved the Elder Wand to unshackle Harry, and then comforted Harry. Here are two men who can stand up to Voldemort head-on, so you don't have to worry about unsolvable problems.
I'm just a little sleepy and sore all over, but other than that I'm fine, Harry said, then looked at Ryan. Okay, Ryan. You tell me what to do, and I'll do my best.
Did you ever play with bows and arrows when you were young? I mean that kind of toy bows and arrows. Ryan asked Harry who came over.
Yes. Harry nodded. Dudley had one when I was in elementary school, but he went to play video games after a few days. Then I took that thing to play with.
That's good. Ryan said, took out a small toy-like mulberry bow and three peach branch arrows from the interspatial bag, and handed them to Harry, and then said, Now take these things, Then stand in front of that straw man.
What should I do next? Shoot the straw man with an arrow? said Harry, standing in front of the man. Look, there is already a target, and you gave me a bow and arrow again. It looks like you want me to shoot this straw man.
Yes, you guessed right. Ryan smiled and said, Now listen to my order and shoot. Your first arrow will shoot the straw man's left eye first.
From a foot away, Harry shot the straw man right in the left eye. The strength he used was not great, but what was strange was that the small arrow the size of a palm penetrated deeply into the left eye of the straw man.
The left eye hurts. Just as the arrow hit the target, Harry also felt pain in his left eye.
Don't worry, the final stage of casting the spell will make people uncomfortable. Ryan comforted. Just bear with it.
Harry turned to look at Professor Dumbledore, only to see Professor Dumbledore nodding at him. So he turned his head and continued to endure the physical discomfort to complete the following ceremony.
According to Ryan's command, his second arrow hit the straw man's right eye, and the last arrow hit the straw man's heart. But just after the last arrow was shot, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and then fell to the ground in darkness.
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