The Return to Hogwarts

Sirius grasped the key point: "What do you mean, Dumbledore? What does 'temporarily' mean?"

call!

Just then, a gust of evil wind suddenly swept through the hall. In the blinding dust, a ghostly figure suddenly flew out from the pile of ashes by the blood pool. The ghostly figure was formless and intangible, even less than a ghost. It was just a shadow that was constantly twisting and turning, and a pair of scarlet eyes that were always aimed at them from within the shadow.

"What the hell is that?!"

What appeared before him was beyond Eriel's understanding of magic, and he screamed in shock and terror.

The eerie shadow hovered in mid-air, its scarlet eyes staring straight at Amosta. It didn't say a word, just glared at him, but people could still see the venom in its eyes.

Amostah's arms hung limply at his sides, his slightly indifferent gaze responding to the shadow's vicious stare. He didn't answer Eriel's question, seemingly waiting for something, while Fawkes on his shoulder was in almost the same position.

I will come back.

The shadow finally spoke, in a sharp, almost inaudible voice, like twelve saws being pulled at the same time. It pierced everyone's eardrums and made them feel uneasy and panicked!

After saying this, the shadowy figure's blurry outline suddenly began to undulate violently, becoming even more elusive, as if it were trying to escape. And just then, a sudden change occurred!

The ancestral puppet by the blood pool lost its physical form without any warning, transforming into a beam of red light that shot into the sky. Before anyone could react, the red light crashed through the shattered dome and flew into the night sky.

The red light flew very high, leaping over the highest peaks of the Appalachian Mountains, past a few desolate clouds in the torn sky, and finally hovered in the horizon, reflecting the blood moon.

"Ah--"

The sigh, like a voice from outer space, was right beside his ear, making Sirius, who was looking up and saw a red light that seemed like a conspicuous spot in the red moon, feel a chill run down his spine and break out in a cold sweat.

He wasn't the only one feeling this fear. In the hall, the remaining vampires knelt down as if they had seen some kind of ferocious beast, their foreheads pressed to the ground and their bodies trembling uncontrollably!

The red light began to fall, trailing a brilliant tail of flame, as it plummeted once more toward the Appalachian Mountains. In the primeval jungle covering the peaks and valleys, both ordinary creatures and magical animals felt a sense of impending doom in their hazy minds and began to flee in panic.

boom!

Like a dam collapsing, the raging floodwaters, carrying earth-shattering power, washed over the world.

Just as it was about to crash into the remaining buildings in the valley, a burst of red light suddenly erupted, transforming into a vast and ferocious sea of ​​blood, as large as the sky, suspended in mid-air, under the horrified gazes of many!

Amidst the violently churning sea of ​​blood, countless desperate, ferocious, crimson faces flashed by, and Sirius was certain that he saw Trak Grevis's face among those fleeting glimpses.

The face seemed to be enduring endless pain. From the moment it appeared, it struggled desperately, trying to escape the sea of ​​blood. However, a wave of blood composed of many crimson faces crashed down, submerging Grevis's face and making it disappear completely!

Amosta and Fox stared at the sea of ​​blood, their expressions solemn and grave, yet they remained calm. The others, however, were in a much worse state.

Inside the hall, not to mention the vampires who had already knelt down, most of the Aurors from the Magic Council also revealed their ugly side under this terrifying and gloomy sea of ​​blood. Many people were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, their bodies convulsing. Some Aurors who still had their senses even abandoned their companions and Apparated away from here!

Only a few congressional employees, such as Serena, Eriel, and Amelia, managed to maintain their composure, but even they were trembling slightly and looked as if they might collapse at any moment.

Roar!

Emerging from the churning, surging sea of ​​blood was a gigantic face whose features were obscured. The terrifying face opened its truly gaping maw and roared deafeningly at the creatures below. The powerful wind pressure completely crushed the shattered outpost in front of the Magic Kingdom, and amidst the rumbling sound, billowing dust filled the surroundings.

Amostella seemed to sense something. His brow twitched slightly, and he quickly raised his wand. Milky white light burst forth from the tip of his wand, transforming into a massive, bowl-shaped magical barrier. As soon as the magic was completed, countless tentacles with human-face-shaped heads sprouted from a giant face formed of blood!

These terrifying tentacles swiftly reached towards the earth, and amidst howls of extreme fear and despair, the mouths of the human faces at the top of the tentacles split open, biting the submissive vampires and dragging them into a sea of ​​blood to dissolve.

The blood-faced figures that attacked the Aurors of Congress were blocked by Amosta's barrier, and after letting out a series of angry roars, they retreated back into the hole.

Grevis's ghost was also stunned by this scene. He didn't know why such a change had occurred. Wasn't the progenitor of this vampire already his Horcrux?

He planned to send his soul into the body and replace the weakened sanity that arose after the vampire's rebirth, thereby gaining complete control over this incorruptible and indestructible body and achieving eternal life. But what is the current situation?

Roar--

Within the sea of ​​blood, the terrifying giant face formed from countless faces once again let out a sharp roar, and the fierce wind pressure blurred the air.

The phantom above the Aurors finally came to their senses and tried to escape, but at that moment, an extremely powerful force suddenly erupted. The hall, which was on the verge of complete collapse, was pulled high into the air by this force and submerged in the surging sea of ​​blood. The phantom that was trying to escape was also pulled into the sea of ​​blood by this force, and with its unwillingness, resentment and the dream that was cut short, it finally vanished into thin air.

Chapter 959 Is it all over?

2024-06-05

The hideous face opened its blood-red maw, and the resulting suction force created a raging gust of evil wind, with flying sand and stones all aimed at sucking into that seemingly bottomless abyss.

Although Sirius and the others, who were inside Amostella's magical barrier, were unaffected, the earth-shaking scene before them was still terrifying and horrifying. As if someone were choking him, Sirius screamed in a strained, high-pitched voice.

"What exactly is that thing?!"

Click!

The terrifying suction force even caused shocking cracks to appear in the hard rock of the base of the outpost hall. Apart from Grevis's shadow, the vampires from before had been slaughtered by the vampire progenitor they had been dreaming of resurrecting.

"An aggregate formed from the combined power of blood and remnant souls—"

Amosta's pale purple eyes gleamed with a deep light, and his solemn voice clearly reached Sirius's ears.

"All show and no substance, not particularly powerful, but probably not easy to kill?"

Not powerful enough?!

Are you kidding me? This terrifying creature can be described as 'all show and no substance'?

The remaining Aurors of the Magical Congress stared at Amostra Blaine with amusement. They were not unaware of Amostra's power; some of them had even attended the Quidditch World Cup last year and witnessed firsthand how Amostra used his godlike strength to suppress Vitia Creona.

But the sea of ​​blood floating above them, covering several mountain peaks, looked far more powerful than Vitia Kriona. Was Amosta Blaine being a bit too arrogant?

Although he trusted Amostella completely, Sirius was still quite horrified, having never seen anything like it before. He looked into Fawkes's deep blue eyes, wanting to hear Dumbledore's opinion.

Although he noticed Sirius's gaze, Dumbledore did not respond to his questioning look. Compared to Amostella, Dumbledore's voice carried a hint of worry.

“Amosta, the power I possess within Fox is limited, and I’m afraid I cannot offer you enough help.”

"It's alright, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Amosta seemed to have had enough of the noise. He twisted his wrist holding the staff, and a few golden sparks flew out from between the staff.

call--

As if foreshadowing something, the giant face in the sea of ​​blood suddenly dissolved into the sea of ​​blood a moment before Amosta made his move. Then, the entire sea of ​​blood, which was suspended above the mountain, was still boiling. Faces emitted mournful screams that made the air tremble. Amidst the terrifying and chilling cries, the sea of ​​blood began to shrink, gathering towards the core at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few dozen seconds, it became an extremely viscous, bright red blood mass that emitted a powerful and ominous magic, with ripples on its surface.

Everyone fell silent, staring intently at the blood mass.

It seemed to have shrunk to its limit; the blood clot no longer shrank. However, the ripples on its surface intensified. From the distorted outline caused by the turbulence, a delicate, fair hand, like a woman's, emerged from the blood clot. Then, the remaining limbs appeared one after another, followed by a handsome, feminine face. The torso also evolved from the remaining blood.

call out--

A gentle breeze swept across the hills, the night returned to its clear state, and the crimson moonlight bathed the earth. The progenitor of vampires, born from the pool of blood, reappeared before everyone.

Slowly opening his eyes, clear as blood amber, the progenitor surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sweeping across the mountains and forests, finally landing on the brightly lit city in the far distance. The progenitor of vampires raised his head, looking at the blood moon in the sky, a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Fox's azure eyes revealed a clear disgust and indifference.

“Amosta, if this creature escapes, it will cause a lot of trouble.”

Amosta nodded slightly, and unknowingly, his pupils began to slowly twist. As the vortex appeared, it continuously seeped outwards with a purple aura. The air around Amosta became viscous and heavy. The people standing around him, except for Dumbledore who was possessed by Fawkes, Sirius Black, Amelia and others could not withstand this suffocating pressure and began to slowly retreat.

"Albus Dumbledore and Amostella Blaine."

The Vampire Progenitor, Lingli Void, slowly lowered his head, his crimson gaze falling on Amosta and Fox. His voice was strange, young yet filled with a sense of vicissitude, while his gentlemanly smile resembled that of a ferocious beast eager to devour its prey.

"wizard."

As if he had been silent for too long and had not communicated with anyone, he needed to readjust to the language. The Progenitor spoke slowly, but he still managed to utter the names of Amostella and Dumbledore.

"For centuries, wizards have had remarkable individuals who, upon submission, are granted eternal life."

Amosta raised his eyelids, glanced at the already setting moon, and then looked at Fox.

Boo!

Fox raised its head and let out a clear cry, tearing through the dullness and oppression of the night. Its azure eyes shone brightly, and it suddenly spread its wings and flew towards the progenitor of vampires. At the same time, Amosta's eyes narrowed. He took a step into the air and reappeared above the progenitor of vampires!

"Unfortunately, resistance will be met with—"

The vampire's pale face was etched with murderous intent. He delivered his verdict on Amosta and Dumbledore in a strange tone. However, before he could finish speaking, Amosta and Dumbledore had already made their move!

boom!

As a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart, resounded in everyone's ears, a pure light, like the first light of dawn, suddenly burst forth in the sky. This pure light dispelled the crimson moonlight and rapidly expanded in all directions, encompassing everything in sight!

The people on the ground felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, followed by a dizzying spin as if they had been thrown into a washing machine. When their vision cleared, they were horrified to find that they had appeared in a different world.

The moon is still the same moon, the mountains are still the same mountains, and the lush primeval forests still extend to places beyond sight.

However, everything around them, including the people on the ground, had a strange pale white hue, as if a thin layer of white sand had shrouded everything in sight.

Amelia wanted to scream, but she suddenly found herself unable to move, like a mosquito frozen in amber. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the dust and leaves floating in the air and found that they were also frozen in mid-air. Even the wind seemed to have a movement. The whole world seemed to be under a petrification spell!

No. It was only they that were petrified and stripped of their color.

Fox's feathers were still as vibrant as ever. With unwavering defiance, it crashed into the chest of the enraged progenitor of vampires. After a burst of intense, dazzling flames, Fox cried out as it transformed into a fledgling bird, landing in Amosta's palm, its eyes regaining their ruby-like color.

The vampire pierced through the chest by Fox lost its form again amidst a roar, turning into a... not a sea of ​​blood, but an indescribable monster made up of countless head-shaped souls piled together. The people looking up at the sky below felt a chill run down their spines at just one glance!

A long, golden streak of flame descended from the sky and struck the 'soul monster' that was stitched together. As the flames surged, countless souls roared incessantly, but remained unharmed!

"die!"

The countless remnant souls of the aggregated monster glared venomously at the indifferent Amosta, letting out a roar in unison. Then, their massive and bloated bodies writhed, and a huge arm made of remnant souls took shape, stirring up a howling wind as it swept towards Amosta. The next second, the giant hand directly grabbed Amosta and Fox in his palm!

Sirius's eyes widened in horror. He tried desperately to move, but the immense pressure in the air rendered him immobile. Amelia, already 'stripped of her color,' looked even paler with despair in her eyes. If she hadn't been petrified, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.

Are Amosta and Fox finished?

Chapter 960 The End