Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

"Pfft, pfft."

The thorns pierced Snape's chest even deeper. Although he should have been in excruciating pain, a sense of peace appeared on Snape's face.

Just like the nightingale that willingly offers itself in the song.

The blood of true love gives birth to a false red rose.

Drizzling.

Blood flowed from Snape's upside-down body, and the pool of blood grew larger and thicker, exceeding the amount of blood a normal human body possesses.

then.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

A huge rose, four or five meters tall, grew out of the pool of blood!

Several thorns entwined its stem, deeply rooted in the pool of blood, covered with dagger-like spikes, like a cage that sealed off its heart.

The petals, as large as a car hood, were constantly dripping with bright red blood.

The ceiling restricted the rose's growth, slightly bending the buds, causing it to bow its enormous head towards Thor and Harry.

Followed by.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

Like a sky full of twinkling stars, one after another emerald green eyes opened on the petals!

"So beautiful."

Harry stared in shock at Thor, who was completely absorbed in the moment.

Turning my head, I looked at the eyeballs rolling around, and a strong feeling of nausea rose in my stomach.

Is the aesthetic sense of the magical world different from that of Muggles?

"Huh," Harry suddenly paused, looking more closely at the eyeballs, "why do those eyes look so much like mine..."

Perhaps it's all because of the green color.

Harry didn't think much of it.

I don't know when.

The last glimmer of light vanished.

Countless vines, blooming with crimson roses, entwined the walls, floors, and ceilings, blocking the sunlight that seeped in through holes and cracks.

A touch of scarlet stained the dark and dilapidated bedroom.

Snape's head drooped limply, as if he had fallen into a complete coma.

He remained silent, unlike Harry when he was possessed, when he used the illusion to vent his amplified emotions, as if he had completely shut himself off.

Instead, a melodious female voice, like that of a nightingale, emanated from the giant eyeball rose:

Water me with love~

The words fell.

Suddenly, the surrounding vines sprang up, their sharp thorns gleaming, and roses opened their serrated mouths, swarming towards them in a devastating attack!

"Sol!"

Harry cried out in despair, frantically waving his unresponsive wand.

Faced with this overwhelming killing intent, Thor remained calm and said indifferently, "Burn them all, Calcifer."

"Yes, Master."

"boom!"

Crimson flames burst forth, raging like a fan as they collided with the vines!

【Aaaaaah—!】

Accompanied by a shrill scream, countless vines twisted and turned in the flames.

however.

"Pfft!"

Professor Snape's body jerked, and more blood flowed from his chest, continuously supplying the rose with nutrients.

His face turned even paler.

One by one, the roses bloomed again, nourished by the blood.

New vines filled the gaps, and the crimson liquid they secreted blocked the flames, preventing them from burning completely.

"The blood of true love is inexhaustible!" The red rose trembled with a sweet laugh. "If it all runs dry... then it wasn't 'true love.'"

"Such vibrant life force," Thor genuinely praised, raising his hand to retrieve Calcifer. "Since resistance is futile..."

"Then let's try it, just uproot the rose."

"Smack."

Snap your fingers.

Suddenly, a golden book appeared beside Thor, radiating a dazzling light!

"Splash—"

The pages flipped rapidly, and gray-brown feathers flew out, revealing a rugged and thin arm that stretched out from the pages!

Did you summon me, Master?

Saul took the small, thin hand, bowed his head, and gently tapped the back of the hand with a gentlemanly gesture, whispering:

"Transform for me, Ugly Duckling."

[As you wish.]

The Ugly Duckling replied.

The next second, countless white feathers burst forth from that rugged skin!

"Click, click."

Bone growth and distortion.

Fair, delicate skin covered the arms, bending them at angles impossible for humans, before being covered by thick, soft feathers.

A pure white radiance shone in this crimson and cramped space.

In just a few breaths, accompanied by a flurry of feathers, a tall and slender figure leaped out from the pages of the book, spread its wings, and lightly touched the air with its pointed toes.

Her eyes were gently closed, and feathers grew on her cheeks, giving her a noble and beautiful face.

With a gentle flap of its wings, several vines entwined around the stems of the red roses were severed in an instant, as if sliced ​​by a sharp knife!

Strands of blood flowed down!

—A girl as beautiful and graceful as a ballerina is the swan form of the Ugly Duckling!

[Page from "The Ugly Duckling" already used: My transformation!]

[Her noble dance, born from suffering, will make even her enemies taste the bitterness of pain.]

"For you, I would gladly stain my pure white wings crimson."

Her pure white figure was reflected in the countless green eyes of the red rose, causing them to shrink in shock!

No! White! I hate white the most!!

The red rose cried out madly, its stem trembling violently, and its once melodious voice turned shrill.

[You lowly scoundrels who refuse to shed the blood of true love, I will turn you all into my nourishment!!]

Tears of blood streamed down its face, and thorns surged forth, enveloping the room in a dense, impenetrable cage of spikes.

"Unfortunately, love cannot be extracted by piercing one's chest."

"Saul said softly."

Even your appearance is a replica of the object of affection in the memories of the parasitized person.

Those green eyes of Lily.

"How pitiful, nourished by false love. Let me end your suffering."

Thor pointed to the red rose, his grey eyes blazing, and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"Cut off its crazy big head, White Swan."

As you wish.

A burst of white light clashed with the crimson mist!

Countless pure white and soft feathers, with each flap of their wings, can cut through thorns like a razor, splattering countless drops of blood!

Take the head of the Red Rose!

Die! Die, die!

I will not allow you to harm my master.

Harry was completely dumbfounded.

White and scarlet clashed, and blazing flames devoured the thorns that attacked.

The intense magic surged through the narrow space, making Harry's body tingle and his hair stand on end!

That's amazing! That's incredible!

Harry couldn't imagine that just two days ago, he was being dragged around by his Uncle Dursley, running around trying to avoid letters.

Today, I witnessed a magical battle!

—So, it seems like I didn't play any significant role?

Harry awkwardly gripped his wand, shook it forcefully, and whispered, "Hurry up and move, conjure up some powerful magic like Thor!"

Wand: Look, Thor uses a wand, doesn't he?

Just then.

"Harry".

Thor, who was directing the battle, turned his head towards him, a sly glint in his gray eyes, and said:

"Go and wake Professor Snape."

Harry: ?

"I?"

Harry pointed at himself, looking completely bewildered.

This is the first time he's ever met this dark-skinned professor!

There hadn't been any special interaction between them before. To Professor Snape, he was probably just an ordinary passerby, right?

How could he possibly wake this unconscious person?

Harry blinked his clear green eyes at Thor, who had a mysterious smile and seemed to have the victory in his grasp.

For no apparent reason, I shivered.

...I have a bad feeling about this.