291 Curse, Stonewall, Final Battle (5k6)

291 Curse, Stonewall, Final Battle (5k6)

Gaspard rushed over quickly and landed firmly in front of Karan, whose cheeks were trembling.

Steve jumped off the broom with joy. He was about to express his inner excitement, but was blocked by the glass bottle handed over by Karan.

"Drink it quickly, not too much, just a few drops will be enough." Karan said quickly. Both of them could see that he was just struggling to hold on, and his face was as pale as ever.

"The broomstick can't carry the three of us..."

Karan looked at their faces calmly and continued: "I am enough, and you won't need to take any more risks."

Steve immediately objected. Callan didn't look like he could ride a broomstick now.

But Gaspard had already drank the potion after nodding, and dropped a few drops into Steve's mouth when he wasn't paying attention.

Steve was unprepared for a moment and swallowed it all, without wasting any potion or time.

"Why did I suddenly become smaller?" Steve stared blankly at his palm, as well as the broom and Karan that were getting bigger, and he said with a horrified expression.

Gaspard, who had grown smaller together, finally threw his glasses away in time. He turned around and said, "It's just a rare experience."

"And don't forget, we should trust Karan, especially in critical moments like this."

"He wouldn't play with our lives."

The two finally became the size of a finger, and their bodies floated inexplicably. Karan, who had already put on glasses, said to them like a giant: "There are already two people inside."

"Also, don't mess with my stuff."

Steve nervously grabbed Gaspard's arm, and the two fell into Karan's pocket. Steve couldn't help but scream.

But in the end, he found that the soles of his feet were soft, like a trampoline.

At the same time, blue light shone all around, completely showing the scene of this space before their eyes.

Glass bottles were piled up like a hill, filled with all kinds of strange potion ingredients, and blue bellflower flames were blooming and burning.

Opposite were neatly placed white lumps. Gaspard felt inexplicably that they were very similar to the white powder that Karan gave him, and judging from the overall appearance, they seemed a bit like... ...bone?

For some reason, there was a piece of worn-out parchment placed in the corner of the space. The two of them stared at it silently for a while. They looked at the size of their bodies and gave up the idea of ​​opening it and taking a peek.

"Maybe it's some evil plan." Steve guessed.

"Maybe he wrote more secrets himself." Gaspard's eyes were a little yearning.

Finally, in the deepest part of the space, they saw a huge wooden stick.

Lily and Snape were lying side by side under the stick, unconscious.

The two looked at each other silently. Under the current situation, there was nothing they could do but let Lily and Snape lie down as comfortably as possible.

Then they all looked at the stick.

"This is a wand...right?" Steve said suspiciously.

Gaspard nodded silently.

"But I remember that Karan already had a wand in his hand, right?" Steve asked again.

Gaspard nodded silently again.

"Did he steal this? Or maybe he robbed it?" Steve's voice gradually became quieter, revealing a cautious tone, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

Gaspard thought silently for a while, and finally nodded for the third time.

Neither of them thought about normal purchasing.

In their opinion, Callan was not the kind of person who would buy a second wand.

After a brief silence, Steve rolled his throat hard, and Gesper could hear the sound clearly.

"We saw so many things..." Steve couldn't help but look around, as if he was wary of something.

"Isn't Karan already planning to silence us?"

This time, Gaspard finally spoke.

He didn't hesitate and just said expressionlessly.

"Probably."

On the other side, inside the statue in the secret room.

Karan had already mounted the broomstick, and Mr. Anthony appeared behind him at some point.

Blue magic fire surrounded Karan, protecting him from eye contact with the basilisk, and at the same time separated a small flame, and finally turned into the shape of a magic wand.

Karan ignored the changes in the magic fire and controlled the broom to fly to the ground.

Mr. Anthony stared at the magic wand turned into magic fire with interest, and his voice kept coming from behind Karan.

"Meadows is already urging you. She can't hold on for long. Maybe... a powerful wand will be a useful aid."

"She really needs that wand now. This is a life-or-death moment. She even risked her life to save you. How long are you going to delay?"

"Give it to her quickly...Give it to her quickly," Mr. Anthony kept urging: "Give it to her quickly."

"Otherwise, she will really die."

Karan's face was tense and he didn't speak.

He quickly walked through the flames, dodged the basilisk, and successfully entered the stone net. He also dodged the dim beasts that were chasing after him one after another, leaving them far behind.

Finally, Voldemort's angry roar came closer and closer. He cast a terrible spell on Karan's back, but the next moment he was attacked by magic fire like a spear.

Karan did not turn around to take a look, but flew directly past under the guidance of the magic fire.

Finally, in the dense blue flames, brown and light blue eyes met through the hot air.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Meadows' face was a little scorched, and his beautiful face looked a little tired and weak. Finally, it burst into bright light the moment he saw Karan.

She looked at the ash wand in Karan's hand, frowned slightly, and then looked into Karan's eyes again.

But Karan's eyes moved slightly downward and placed on Meadows' neck, on the strange mark that was shining brightly on her body.

Mr. Anthony was also looking at the marks.

"Dark magic... This is an obvious curse, even an extremely powerful one."

He said slowly, turning to look at Karan who was expressionless.

"Unknown black magic represents unknown influence..."

Karan listened silently to Mr. Anthony's words and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Mr. Anthony shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"It's too bad..."

Karan finally succeeded in passing through the exit opened by the fire wall, stopped outside the fire wall, and reached the cold and dark hall.

Meadows struggled to hold on in the face of Voldemort's fierce fire, and it took a lot of energy and magic for her to protect Karan and break through the siege.

Facing the increasingly fierce dusk, Meadows turned her back to Karan and suddenly shouted: "I'm coming!"

"You took the initiative to contact me, and then I came!"

"Now, give me the stuff!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, and Li Huo's attack suddenly intensified, almost making Meadows unable to withstand it.

"Ridiculous move and rescue..." he laughed contemptuously.

Callan turned around and looked at Meadows's back silently. Mr. Anthony kept shaking his head.

"Of course I will help you, Professor Meadows."

Karan said softly, he raised the ash wand in his hand, pointed it at the stone wall at the edge of the fire wall, and said aloud: "Verez."

The spell representing the transformation spell was shot out, and large stone jagged teeth suddenly extended from the edge of the stone wall, slowly extending inward.

The passage leading to the secret room is slowly closing under the influence of transformation.

"The basilisk's gaze diverted most of your attention, making you unable to fight with all your strength and having to deal with it distractedly."

"It's obvious that you need help, Professor Meadows."

"great help."

Karan continued to speak softly, and Voldemort suddenly let out a burst of contemptuous laughter, seeming to be laughing at the overestimation of the two people in front of him.

The stone jagged teeth continued to extend. They pushed back the blue flames and successfully formed a new stone door, as if they wanted to completely seal the secret room inside.

"Veriz."

Under the continuous projection of transformation techniques, the extension speed of the saw teeth gradually accelerated, and Meadows shouted without looking back: "Then what are you waiting for?!"

After forcibly defeating a dim fire dragon, she took the opportunity to look back, and her eyes met with Karan's again.

Karan was casting the transformation spell with an expressionless face.

Finally, he whispered.

"But, I didn't see you bringing me any snacks."

Meadows pursed his lips tightly.

But Karan just stared at her calmly.

The sight of the two people was finally blocked by the saw teeth, and the firelight in the secret room gradually turned into a bright light, which was projected on Karan who was standing crookedly.

Then, this last trace of light disappeared.

The secret room was completely sealed by the sawtooth, and the newly appeared stone wall blocked out all fire and heat.

Until the end, Karan did not hand over the elder wand.

Voldemort's laughter grew louder, and fierce fire spurted out from his wand again, bound to completely burn Meadows to ashes.

Meadows narrowed his eyes slightly, his joints clenched so tightly that they turned white.

The demonic fire on the blue phoenix's body was constantly being forced back by the dimness, and the strange marks on Meadows' body became even more drowsy.

But at this moment, at the jagged connection of the stone door inside the secret room, a small piece of earth and stone suddenly extended inward, slowly gathering and forming.

Finally, under the gaze of the two men, the stone turned into the shape of a rooster.

Meadows stared at this scene closely, and the knuckles in her grip on her wand became even paler.

The dim beasts suddenly let out terrifying roars. Under Voldemort's control, they gathered into a group and rushed toward the stone door behind Meadows crazily.

At the same time, Voldemort's wand was immediately pointed there. He continued to cast terrible spells, and his eyes became brighter red with inexplicable anger.

But the blue flame phoenix shrank with all its strength at this moment, turning into a huge fireball, tightly wrapping Meadows and Shimen inside, isolating everything outside.

"Damn late bloomer..."

Voldemort's tone was extremely cold.

At the same time, Meadows also murmured quietly in the blue flames.

"Damn boy..."

Finally, the blue fire ball reopened, and under the influence of another transformation spell outside the secret room, the rooster finally came to life completely.

In the collision of light blue and dim yellow, it screamed unbridled, resounding throughout the secret room.

At the same time, on the other side of the stone gate.

Karan leaned weakly on the hot stone door, not even having the strength to move.

"I didn't expect that the deformation technique could be used in such a place..."

he murmured in a low voice.

Mr. Anthony walked across from him and suggested with a smile: "Perhaps the taboo on water-making spells has been removed here. Why don't you give it a try?"

Karan turned his head and looked at his ash wand, as if he felt the powerlessness of its owner. It was trembling continuously, trying hard to cast magic on its own, but without success.

"Good boy..."

Karan comforted in a low voice: "Good boy..."

When he raised his head again, he found that Mr. Anthony's face was gradually becoming blurry.

"Looks like it's time to say goodbye."

He said with a smile, without any hint of reluctance.

"Don't forget what I told you."

"Stop rejecting those existences and try to accept them."

"That's love, Karan...it's love..."

Mr. Anthony's figure was blown away by the wind like ashes.

"I just want water..." Karan murmured, licking his lips that were even drier due to the flames.

"Give me water..."

"As long as you can make water..."

His words suddenly stopped.

Mr. Anthony's face disappeared, but he became a different person.

The witch's robe is decorated with stars and the moon, the glasses hanging on the bridge of the nose, and the light blue eyes seem to be able to see through the heart.

And a suitcase that doesn’t fit in any way.

Dumbledore suddenly appeared in front of Callan.

He conjured a cup and filled it with refreshing juice. He leaned down and slowly handed it to Karan's mouth.

After being stunned, Karan drank regardless.

"The Headmaster, Meadows, and Voldemort, they...ahem..."

After regaining consciousness, Karan said quickly, but choked on the juice.

"It's Professor Meadows, Callan."

Dumbledore corrected him calmly. With a wave of his wand, he moved the suitcase and Callan's body aside, and then walked to the stone wall alone.

Callan inadvertently glanced at the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

Fifteen inches long, elderberry, and the tail feathers of a thestral.

The Elder Wand, one of the Three Hallows of Death, is being steadily raised by Dumbledore.

It seemed that in an instant, Dumbledore's demeanor completely changed.

Inviolable and full of majesty.

After an inconspicuous spell, the stone wall suddenly shattered completely and opened outwards. The blue ball of fire was violently shot out, and was caught firmly by Dumbledore. It fell on the ground with the wave of his wand. Karan's side.

Karan looked sideways at Meadows, who was also watching him.

Both of them looked miserable at this time. Meadows's eyes were full of anger, but Karan looked at her neck with meaning.

"You didn't say you would come back with these damn things..."

He mouthed it silently.

"And you have a phoenix that can retreat at any time. You don't need a wand at all..."

Meadows was about to get angry, but was stopped by the blue phoenix.

It became as weak as Meadows, and even looked a little old. After a miserable cry, it suddenly burned itself and turned into a pile of ashes.

The ugly chick emerged from the ashes and nuzzled Meadows' arm.

Meadows stared at it silently, and finally held it in his hands with an expressionless face, crossed his fingers on everything, and looked towards the entrance of the secret room where Dusk was being gradually forced back.

There were constant crackling sounds coming out, accompanied by the collision of heavy objects falling to the ground, which made the ground begin to vibrate.

But Karan seemed to have lost interest in everything that happened in the secret room. He tilted his head and stared intently at the baby bird in Meadows' hand.

It was finally no longer unconscious.

"The blue phoenix...incredible..."

Karan murmured quietly.

"What's its name?"

Meadows had a cold face, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.

But after Karan asked, the chick also looked at Meadows and kept chirping in a low voice, showing affection.

"no name."

Meadows finally said softly: "I found it in an ancient tomb. The original owner didn't know what kind of crazy guy he was, and he put a terrible curse on it."

"I saved it and the curse transferred to me."

Karan blinked, feeling a little envious: "It seems to like you very much."

Meadows looked in the direction of the passageway expressionlessly.

"But it was supposed to die with me."

Karan's eyes slowly moved up, finally landing on Meadows' face.

"This doesn't sound good..." He said softly: "Giving Steve a phoenix that is destined to die? You should know how sad he will be in the end... "

"He just needs to be warned," Meadows said, his tone still ruthless.

"Someone should tell him to stop trusting magical beasts so naively."

"Since death is inevitable, it might as well be a just right spur."

"War is also inevitable, but the dead phoenix may be able to save a future magizoologist who is also an excellent wizard."

Karan was silent and shook his head slowly, as if he disagreed with Meadows' statement.

"The living have the ability to change everything, but the dead can only passively influence others...and will only be forgotten in the end."

Meadows finally moved his eyes away from the battlefield in the secret room, staring at Karan with his light blue pupils.

"So you also want to be like a phoenix, able to continuously achieve nirvana? Or even eternal life?"

Karan shook his head again.

This time, his actions were crisp, and his words even more so.

"I just don't like being passive."

He said.

The unfinished story stops here.

In the secret room, there was suddenly an earth-shaking loud noise, rumbling sounds continued to be heard, and countless dust emerged bit by bit.

In the dust, a cloud of black smoke suddenly floated out, revealing a terrifying face. Voldemort let out a shrill roar and rushed towards the two people sitting on the ground.

But at this moment, a red spell suddenly and accurately hit the black mist, stopping Voldemort's offensive. The black mist suddenly exploded and disappeared unwillingly in front of the two men.

When the black fog cleared, Dumbledore's figure appeared. He strode towards the two of them. His face was much paler than before he just entered, and his physical strength seemed to be much weaker.

"Principal..." Meadows called softly, with some worry in his tone.

"I'm fine," Dumbledore said gently: "The battle is completely over, children, Voldemort has become more powerful."

"But the most important thing now is your injuries..."

"Principal," Karan suddenly interrupted: "I have something to tell you."

Dumbledore looked at him and gradually smiled.

"There will be time," he said.

"In fact, I have always been curious about Anthony Yard and the children there."

"As the principal of a school, it's hard not to be concerned about this kind of thing."

With Dumbledore's help, the two floated steadily again.

The blue phoenix lay on Meadows' shoulder, and Wolf peeked his nose out of the suitcase, then retracted it all at once.

Karan silently looked back at the secret room inside the passage.

The dark basilisks were bent and lying on the ground, their bodies were completely burnt, and each one was dead.

Huge boulders were scattered around the secret room, and the stone network that had fallen from the air became fragmented.

The huge statue of Slytherin also completely disappeared.

Its huge head fell to the ground crookedly, and its face, which was mostly broken, faced the people who were leaving, staring silently at Karan.

After a moment of silence, Karan slowly withdrew his gaze.

The physical strength recovered after a short rest was all used in wandless magic. In Meadows's surprised eyes, four thumb-sized people flew out of his pockets, and then a bottle of reduction potion fell into Dumbledore's hand.

"Lily...and Snape..."

In the last murmur, Karan gradually passed out like a kite with its string completely cut off.