Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 131 The Ghosts of Albania Return
On the Quidditch pitch, Harry's expression was very tense.

The Slytherin students cheated.

Even though their flying broomsticks were already far ahead of the competition, they still chose to cheat.
The heavy, black ball no longer wandered aimlessly across the field, but instead focused its attack on Harry alone.

Fred and George had to stay close to Harry at all times, using all their strength to knock away the bouncing balls that kept coming.

It started to rain, and Harry felt large drops of rain hitting his face and splashing onto his glasses.

He was completely unaware of the rest of the game until he heard commentator Lee Jordan say:

"Slytherin is leading, sixty to zero."

What bothered Harry even more was that his scar suddenly started to hurt again. It burned and seared his reason and nerves.

Why, of all times?
What happened again? Is this roaming ball controlled by Voldemort's minions?

Harry was in a state of panic and didn't want to lose the match.

"listen."

Harry said to the twins, "You two are flying around me non-stop. I have no hope of catching the Golden Snitch unless it crawls into my sleeve."

"You guys go back to the other players and let me deal with that wild ball myself."

He stopped Fred and George from pausing the game, determined to find the Golden Snitch first despite the interference from the ball!

The rain is getting heavier now.

But Harry didn't feel cold.

The scar on his forehead grew hotter and hotter, and his figure rose higher and higher with the flying broom, being chased by the wandering ball, sometimes turning, sometimes spinning, sometimes plummeting, sometimes circling upwards, and sometimes meandering east and west.

He thought he heard Malfoy whispering something sarcastic in his ear, "Is this ballet practice, Potter?"

Harry glanced at him and suddenly noticed the Golden Snitch hovering just inches above Malfoy's left ear—Malfoy was too busy laughing at Harry to see it.

Almost during the most agonizing moments, Harry charged ahead, risking being hit in the left arm by the Blink ball, hooking his broom with one knee, and with his uninjured hand he released the broom and reached out to grab it—he felt his fingers grasp the cold Golden Snitch, and then his brain exploded!
"Come here. Let me tear you apart, rip you apart, and kill you."

What is talking?

So evil and cold
Harry's brain was burning hot, but his spirit was freezing.

He gripped the golden snitch tightly, using only his legs to hold the broom, and plummeted straight to the ground.

He forced himself to stay conscious and heard gasps of surprise from the crowd below.

With a splash, Harry fell into the mud and tumbled off the broom.

His arm hung there at a very strange angle. Amidst the waves of pain, he heard many whistles and shouts, as if they were coming from a great distance.

He looked closely and saw that the golden snitch was firmly gripping his uninjured hand.

Aha, we won! But we can't faint yet!
The evil voice in Harry's head was still howling. He seemed to be hallucinating.

He saw Professor Lockhart being swallowed by a giant snake in the dark tunnel, and they became one. Professor Lockhart was laughing maniacally.

"hiss"

Harry's severe headache made it almost impossible for him to think, and the heavy rain had stopped at some point.

Harry opened his eyes groggily and saw a magnificent figure that obscured everything.

"Harry, what happened?"

It's Damon's voice.

He touched Harry's hand, pondered for a moment, and then waved his wand. Harry's severed arm was immediately reattached. The warm arm climbed up his forehead, and Harry felt the pain in his forehead seem to be relieved instantly. A pale blue liquid entered his mouth, and he subconsciously drank it in. The sounds in his brain became less noisy.

"Damon Lockhart. The Chamber of Secrets. I saw the giant serpent devour him, and the chamber was opened!"

He gripped Damon's arm tightly.

After saying all this, he finally reached his limit and passed out. As long as Damon knew, there would be no problem.

"Harry! Oh my god!"

Hermione and Ron appeared next to Harry, and Colin raised his camera to capture the moment.

"Take good care of him, I have things to do."

Damon stood up, his expression serious.

What exactly is Deng Xiaoping up to? Has the plan spiraled out of control?
"Fox, please help me."

Simple square-framed glasses appeared on Damon's face, and with a crisp "snap," Damon disappeared from the spot.

The group of young wizards exclaimed in surprise.

"It's Apparition! Damon has actually learned Apparition!"

"How was he able to perform magic on campus?"

Amidst the uproar, Damon reappeared, this time on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle.

He sensed something was wrong as soon as he arrived.
The entire second floor of the castle was eerily silent, so quiet it was terrifying. It was as if some powerful creature had been released, suppressing everything else and making everyone afraid to even breathe.

Amidst the cry of the phoenix, Fox appeared. Its condition was not good at the moment; having just completed its rebirth, its power was still insufficient.

"Alright, then don't force yourself." Damon patted the divine bird on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I have other helpers."

With just a simple lifting motion of his right hand, a rectangular briefcase appeared in his hand.

As magic was infused, the serpentine clasp unlocked on its own, and Damon whispered to the briefcase:

"Noberta, please help me."

The suitcase nearly burst open in the next second. With the help of the shrinking spell, Norbert, the Norwegian spine dragon, flew out of the suitcase, its size almost taking up the entire second floor of the castle.

As a powerful magical creature, the basilisk's lethal effects will not take effect immediately on it, making it a valuable ally for Damon.

Damon thought for a moment and decided to temporarily construct a spell.

Utilizing his powerful affinity with magical creatures and his bond with Nobeta, coupled with his exceptional talent in spellcasting...
"Visual Sharing (Oculos Vinculum)"

His hand rested on Noberta's head, which was bowing low, and a wondrous magic flowed and connected between the two.

When Damon "opened his eyes" again, the world before him had become much higher and wider.

He still had his eyes closed, but Norbert's gaze was already connected to his.

This is not some profound spell; Dumbledore can share vision with Phoenix Fawkes at any time.

Fox then gently tapped Damon on the shoulder, conveying a message.

Dumbledore is right behind you watching; you can do your best.

However, out of sight, Dumbledore's expression appeared unusually serious.

He still didn't understand what had happened, but how could the secret room have been opened to make Damon so nervous?
(End of this chapter)