Chapter 481 Disaster at Hogwarts

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! "...is this...a painting?"

When the huge picture frame gradually protruded from the wall, Harry and Ron suddenly had infinite hope in their hearts. Seriously, they were so thirsty and hungry that they were driving them crazy.

After the painting was fully formed, they saw what was depicted on the canvas.

Speaking of which, at first glance, it was really nothing special—the wooden door frame, the lush greenery, and the slightly gloomy sky beyond the door opening. The door frame is covered with fresh and tender ivy, which looks like a scene full of vitality.

Ron subconsciously reached out to touch it, and then gently pushed the edge of the picture frame, but found that there was no response at all.

"Is this a reminder?" He asked strangely, "Also, how did it appear? I don't remember what mechanism I encountered just now."

"I think there should be an answer if we wait a little longer." Harry shook his head, then pointed to the canvas.

Ron's eyes followed the place he was pointing at—it was a forest painted in the painting, and it was between the lush forests that a black spot was slowly getting bigger.

No, it's not a black spot, but a figure in the painting, approaching them from far and near.

At first they couldn't see clearly from a distance, but when the figure walked into them, they realized that it was a beautiful girl with a peaceful appearance.

The girl was wearing a plain blue long dress with vertical stripes, her hands were implicitly folded in front of her belly, and she was holding a small leather-bound notebook in her hand. A head of reddish blond long hair is slightly curled and hangs naturally on her shoulders like waves.

"Excuse me... are you?" Harry asked hesitantly.

But the girl in the painting just looked at him and Ron softly, as if she didn't intend to speak. That gaze was so gentle that it made the two little boys blush at the same time.

"Uh...I mean, are you here to tell us how to get out of here?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Harry had to bite the bullet and continued, "To be honest, our stomachs are almost starving..."

When the girl in the painting heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she was amused by what he said was funny. She shook her head lightly, then turned around without saying a word and walked back.

Harry and Ron panicked immediately, but before they could speak again, with a soft "squeak", the picture frame opened from one side automatically like a door leaf.

There are quite a few rooms like this in Hogwarts castle, even their Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron were not surprised when they saw this, but quickly looked at the door opening gradually revealed behind the picture frame.

It was a deep and pitch-black passage, about the size of the painting, and even an adult would have no difficulty walking in it. Harry and Ron looked at each other, then walked into the tunnel one after the other.

Walking in this long tunnel, the sound of footsteps tapped in my ears, but other than that, there was no other movement. There was neither danger nor obstacle, and it didn't seem like Maca left them another problem.

It is worth mentioning that this tunnel seems to be going straight forward, and it took about ten minutes to walk without even a corner. At least, neither Harry nor Ron felt the slightest change.

It stands to reason that after walking for so long, there is definitely a distance from one end of the castle to the other. Could it be that they are really not at Hogwarts anymore?

The two continued to walk forward, probably because the front and back were pitch black, and even the magic wand's glowing spell could not illuminate their heads. The anxiety in their hearts made their pace faster and faster.

But what they didn't know was that it was the blessing of this unconscious speeding up that allowed them to escape a fatal catastrophe by coincidence.

Ron, who was walking behind, didn't notice that for a moment, everything behind him was distorted in an incomprehensible way.

...

That's right, the momentary distortion happened at the moment Greenwald took out something.

This is not the first time Maca has seen this thing... No, he has never seen the real thing, but its appearance is firmly reflected in Maca's mind.

This is a silver-white floor-to-ceiling round mirror.

There is no seam between the natural mirror frame and the base, and the smoke-like mirror surface is gray, as if nothing can be reflected.

The frame and base are engraved with delicate lines, and familiar and unfamiliar rule runes are sparsely arranged on the perfect circular frame, shining a thrilling light.

Maca can be sure that this is the mysterious round mirror he saw in the murals of Haierbo's tomb, and it is the source of a heinous crime.

"Greenwald, what are you trying to do! You're going to turn Hogwarts into a waste—"

He couldn't finish his sentence, because the mirror was activated at this moment!

The circle of runes on the mirror frame suddenly burst into a purple-black brilliance, and the chaotic and misty mirror surface flowed like a whirlpool, and a burst of obscure and mysterious fluctuations spread out in an instant.

Accompanied by a strange twist, this fluctuation included the entire Hogwarts Castle, including the large mountains around the castle. Immediately afterwards, before even Maca had time to react, he felt that the space touched by the fluctuation was suddenly shaken, as if to drag the entire space into the mirror and shrunk towards it.

It was this contraction of less than half a second, and Maca immediately widened his eyes - he could see that his soul had been dragged out of his body, and was torn into the unknown mirror, as if There was a huge suction pulling his soul vigorously.

If he hadn't spent a lot of effort in researching soul magic, this alone would have killed him completely.

After Maca used his magic to forcibly pull his soul back into his body, he also had to let out a long breath. If the reaction was slower just now, and the soul completely left the body, it would never go back.

No wonder it was depicted so horribly in the tomb murals, it could even completely turn an entire ancient city into a dead city. This kind of mysterious power that only targets the soul is really too terrifying.

Seeing that the misty mirror was still flowing, Voldemort's soul was still struggling to resist, but Greenwald's body had already collapsed to the ground.

Maca knew that the old guy had no intention of resisting at all, and his purpose seemed to be to enter the mirror.

If you want to die, you will die. It's not good to find a place, but you have to come to Hogwarts specially. After he stirs it up like this, the fun will be great.

Maca didn't even want to look back, he was afraid that he would see the scene like a mural. To this day, he still clearly remembers that the torrent of soul that twists and turns like a long river in the murals abruptly turned the entire colorful giant painting into a black, gray and white main color.

At this moment, although Maca felt infinitely uneasy, he still did not panic. However, he saw that he raised the staff in his hand, regardless of his own safety, but first condensed an ice-blue regular force, and shot towards Voldemort violently.

Now Voldemort must die, and his soul fragments must not be captured by this weird mirror, otherwise it will probably lead to another heinous catastrophe.

Voldemort, who was desperately resisting the suction pulling his soul, couldn't resist this dazzling beam of rule force at all. In just an instant, his black flame body like a firefly in the wind was immediately engulfed by the blue and white brilliance.

With an inaudible howl, Voldemort's remnant body was quickly pulled towards the mirror by an invisible force, but it was unexpected that Maca's movement was faster than that!

With just a wave of his hand, an inconspicuous empty potion bottle intercepted Voldemort's soul fragment halfway. The phantom-like remnant soul crashed headlong into the bottle, followed by a flash of light from the bottle, but it couldn't get out from the bottom of the bottle.

But the terrible thing is that the suction force from the floor-to-ceiling round mirror is too strong, and a large piece of fine cracks have appeared on the body of the bottle, as if it will be turned into a pile of slag at any time.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, just to see Maca beckoning with quick eyes and hands. At the moment when the bottle containing Voldemort's soul fragments flew towards him, he grabbed the bottle in time, strengthened the spell on the bottle, and ran towards the gate not far away.

Who knows if this round mirror will trigger a second contraction, he must hurry up.

With the "swift" ability turned on, Maca's running speed is absolutely extraordinary. The distance of hundreds of feet passed in an instant, and he quickly opened the door of Hogwarts, and immediately stretched out the bottle containing Voldemort's remnant soul, together with the port key, out of the door.

With a twist in the space, the other source of disaster was finally sent away. But almost in the next second, the whole space really contracted for the second time, and the momentum was even more fierce than the first time!

Maca's soul was shaken out of his body again, and most of the soul was not protected by the body, so it was completely unable to resist the violent pulling force. It is not so difficult to pull back the soul that has been shaken out of the body.

It took him a long time to force his soul back into his body, but if he did it again, he didn't have the confidence to resist it at all.

Maca, who finally had the strength to look back, turned to take a look. Man Tian's soul did not exceed his expectations, and while he was filled with resentment, there was also a deep sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart.

He stretched out his staff again, and another burst of regular force suddenly shot out towards the extremely mysterious floor-to-ceiling round mirror.

The power of the first-level rule that was always invincible in the past finally made an exception this time. But seeing that icy blue light beam falling on the mirror body, it was only barely covered with a thin layer of frost, and it disappeared completely in a blink of an eye. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.