The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 668 Magic Ritual
At noon, Hogwarts was filled with sunshine everywhere, but in the headmaster's office, the light from a pink gem even overwhelmed the midday sunshine coming in through the window, dyeing the entire office pink.

As Ryan's magic power continued to flow, the pink rose made of light looked more and more solid. When the rose of light finally became like a crystal handicraft, the magic power contained in it also reached a peak.

"Next, it's a complete bondage." Ryan thought as he waved the magic wand in his right hand. In an instant, a large number of pink petals like crystal pieces appeared from the Rose of Light, and then formed a pink rope in the air that wrapped around the black straw man. At the same time, the flames on the two oil lamps on the straw man also jumped up suddenly, just coating the flying pink petals with a layer of flame edge.

"Now." After discovering that the pink rose petals surrounding the black straw man were almost all stained with a layer of flames, Ryan clenched his left hand hard. Immediately, the pink ropes spread out again and turned into a large number of petals, and then rushed towards the black straw man like moths to a flame.

When the first petal touched the scarecrow, a tiny spark exploded at the point of contact. At that moment, Harry suddenly trembled.

"Harry, how are you?" Dumbledore, who had been staring at Harry, noticed this and asked with concern. "Do you feel anything wrong now? If you really feel uncomfortable and can't hold on, just say it directly. 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 needle prick feeling is more intense, but it doesn't hurt, it's just a tingling feeling. I just felt a little uncomfortable, not that I couldn't stand it."

Ryan knew that this was not Harry's forcing, but because he had lived with Voldemort's soul since he was a child, which led to some fusion of souls. This made Harry feel part of Voldemort's soul when Ryan attacked it. However, since the two souls were not integrated, the feeling was much lighter.

For example, now, each petal will leave a black scorch mark with a trace of flames at the place where it explodes. Voldemort's soul feels like being cut into pieces, but after being weakened multiple times, Harry only feels a tingling sensation that is completely within his tolerance range.

As petals ignited on the black scarecrow one by one, the needle-sized scorch marks slowly connected into lines. Then these lines formed fingertip-sized runes one by one.

Finally, when the rose petal rain disappeared from the office, the black scarecrow was covered with hundreds or even thousands of runes consisting of burn marks burning with dark red flames. At the same time, these runes were connected together to form a complex magic flow system on the surface and body of the scarecrow.

At this time, the scarecrow was shaking and struggling desperately in the same place as if it had come alive. As it shook and struggled, a shadow made of black mist also vaguely appeared in the scarecrow. This shadow struggled hard to try 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 thought." Ryan thought to himself, because this Horcrux didn't scream, bewitch people or have any kind of soul shock like other Horcruxes. Now it was just struggling purely with its own Horcrux instinct. But this was not an accident. Compared with other carefully crafted Horcruxes, the defense of this accidental product was basically zero. The only trouble was that it was entangled with Harry's soul, but now this problem has been solved.

Under the effect of the runes on the scarecrow, the shadow in the middle became more and more obvious. Finally, a blood-red figure emerged in the eyes of the three people in the principal's office.

The thing was shaped like a naked child, curled up on the ground, its skin was red and rough, looking like it had been peeled off. It was now struggling to break free from the straw man's restraints while struggling to breathe.

"What on earth is this?" Harry said with some disgust. In his eyes, the thing was small, weak, and injured, but there was always a voice in his soul telling him not to get close to it. Even though he was sore all over and was still fixed on the chair, he still tried his best to lean back and try to stay away from it.

"Shh..." Professor Dumbledore put his index finger in front of his mouth and made a quiet gesture. "Next, please trust your friend Ryan and do exactly what he says. Don't ask why."

"Harry, can you move now? The key is, can you control yourself now?" Ryan turned around and looked at Harry. Behind him, the blood-red figure roared silently. "No problem." Harry moved his hands and feet. "I have to say that even though my whole body is sore now, I can still control my hands and feet. As long as you don't let me ride on the broom to play Quidditch now, I think I can do anything else 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 must be completed by Harry himself."

"No problem." Dumbledore nodded and waved the Elder Wand to remove the restraints on Harry, then comforted Harry. "There are two people here who can fight Voldemort head-on, so you don't have to worry about any unsolvable problems."

"I'm just a little sleepy and my body aches, but other than that I'm fine." Harry said, then looked at Ryan. "Okay, Ryan. Tell me what I should do, and I'll do my best."

"Did you play with bows and arrows when you were a child? I mean the toy bows and arrows." Ryan asked Harry who was walking over.

"I have." Harry nodded. "Dudley had one when I was in primary school, but he only played with it for a few days before he started playing video games. Then I took it away to play."

"That's good." Ryan took out a small toy-like mulberry branch bow and three peach branch arrows from his space bag and handed them to Harry, then said, "Now take these things and stand in front of the straw man."

"What should I do next? Shoot the straw man with an arrow?" Harry said as he stood in front of the straw man. "You see, there's already a target, and you gave me a bow and arrow. It looks like you're asking me to shoot the straw man."

"Yes, you guessed right." Ryan smiled and said, "Now follow my command and shoot. Shoot the straw man's left eye with your first arrow."

From a foot away, Harry accurately shot the scarecrow's left eye. He didn't use much force, but strangely, this palm-sized arrow penetrated deeply into the scarecrow's left eye.

"My 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 the spellcasting will be quite uncomfortable," Ryan consoled. "Just bear with it."

Harry turned to look at Professor Dumbledore, and saw that Professor Dumbledore nodded to him. So he turned his head and continued to endure the discomfort in his body to complete the next ritual.

According to Ryan's command, he shot the straw man's right eye with the second arrow, and the last arrow shot the straw man's heart. But just after shooting the last arrow, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and then his eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)