I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 182 Monster in the Blood Mist

"Ouch!"

Just as Irving was watching the story of the centaurs' impending destruction with a cold eye.

His head suddenly started to ache.

Then a large bulge quickly appeared.

He looked up at the sky.

It turned out that a piece of rubble from the long-neglected city wall had collapsed and hit him on the head.

"Damn it. So unlucky?"

Irving rubbed his head and looked at Sirius again.

Just then, a gust of wind came rushing by.

It sounded like something cutting through the air.

"Again?"

Having already taken precautions, Owen extended his wand, and his azure armor appeared instantly, blocking the angular, pyramid-shaped stone in mid-air!

? !

Ok?

Someone wants to assassinate him!

Irving beckoned, and the Levitation spell appeared instantly, allowing him to grasp the stone in his palm.

Lost~

This is a veritable murder weapon!

He looked in the direction from which the flying stone had come.

The forest there was pitch black; you couldn't see anything!

"Are you sick?! Can't you open your mouth?! Throwing stones at me like that!" He yelled at the forest.

It's a reminder that people don't really need this kind of thing!

You can cast an illusion spell, then pop out and claim to be the King of Britain, the Knight King of Camelot, the Lord of the Round Table, the Celtic Hero, Artoria incarnate.

It's time travel, after all!

You and I know, just don't let others see us directly, why make it so mysterious?

Irving glanced into the dark woods, then grew angrier the more he thought about it!

As the heir to two great demon kings, how could I possibly tolerate such humiliation?

Then the wand ignited a flame, and several fire spells were thrown straight at him.

I'll burn you to death, you dog!

That's amazing, coming from the future!

However, speaking of reminders

His eyes darted around, and he quickly surveyed the woods.

Then--

Sure enough, he found a familiar guy.

"Hmm? That's~"

"What a huge rat!" His gaze pierced through the forest and landed directly under a giant oak tree.

Although it was only a fleeting moment of eye contact, he still saw Peter Pettigrew's ugly face.

"Hey! I caught a fish!"

Having said that, he immediately took off after them.

"What's wrong?" Sirius, who was standing to the side, hadn't reacted yet.

All he saw was the child first shouting and cursing at a deserted forest as if he were having a fit of madness. Then, inexplicably, he cast a few spells.

Then, as if discovering something, his eyes lit up.

It rushed towards the distant woods.

"Don't run away! Little mouse, your owner has been contemplating suicide for months because of your disappearance! Come back with me, and I promise I'll bring you back with your body intact!"

Hearing the sound, Peter, who had come from the forest to investigate the situation of the centaur tribe, was startled.

His feet suddenly quickened their pace.

In his youth, he had visited this place with Sirius, James, and Lupin, and he was familiar with the location of the centaur city.

To his utter surprise, Irving and Sirius were there.

"I'm so unlucky!" Peter cursed inwardly.

The moment he saw the two of them, he immediately turned and ran away!

In the end, the evil spirit still found out!

"Don't go! Come here, I promise I won't kill you! I swear on Harry Potter's happiness for the rest of his life!"

Behind him, the demon's whispered voice echoed through the forest.

For Peter, this was even more terrifying than the Killing Curse.

After escaping a depression, he leaped high into the air. His body began to change rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed from human form into a mouse.

This leap finally caught Sirius's attention.

In the dark forest, Peter's short stature was not particularly noticeable, especially since Sirius's attention was entirely focused on Owen.

Now things are much better.

The shocking scene of a living person turning into a rat is truly rare.

He spotted the traitor who had burdened him with a crime for twelve years at a glance!

"Peter Pettigrew!" The dog godfather's eyes instantly turned red, and his whole body convulsed as if in a frenzy, as if excited or angry.

Finally, half a year has passed.

He finally found that bastard's trail again.

next second.

He leaped across the depression as well, and then, witnessed by the Gryffindor Badge of Valor, space began to warp rapidly.

In Irving's mind, the music that belonged to this moment automatically started playing.

——Infinite dream no matter what the world is in the world

——そうさ爱しい思いもnegativeけそうになるけど

——Stayしがちなイメージだらけの頼りないwingでも

——きっと飞べるさOn My Love

In Irving's eyes, a digital spotlight seemed to pierce the sky behind him.

Then, the crests belonging to Gryffindor formed a huge magic circle.

Dog Godfather, among them, amidst increasingly rousing music.

A majestic figure appeared!

A big black dog.

It strode through the wind and snow, roaring as it sped past him.

"oh!!!"

"Charge! Godfather of Dogs!!!"

Irving, his youthful exuberance fully unleashed, let out a scream and quickened his pace to catch up.

However, that's it—like a dog trying to catch a mouse!

With that thought in mind, he looked down at Sirocco in his arms.

"Uh-huh!"

"I've decided on you, Sirocco!" With that, he grabbed the cat by the back.

Heading towards where Peter had fled, "Go! Xiu Miao, catch that mouse!"

With a powerful flick, he swung the object.

"Meow?"

In mid-air, Sirocco opened his eyes in a daze.

While it was wondering why its owner always liked to stay up at night.

On the ground, a large gray rat missing a finger came into its view.

Meow~

The next second, old and new grudges suddenly surfaced in Sirocco's mind.

Back in the day, that mouse played a lot of tricks on it at Hogwarts Castle!

"Meow~!" Xiu Miao growled, and then golden light shone around him.

Then, to Irving's astonishment, it vanished in an instant.

When it reappeared, it was already above Peter's head.

Then, to the astonishment of the dead rat, Sirocco extended its long, sharp claws and slashed at the back of the rat's neck several times.

too suddenly!

Peter was completely caught off guard.

What awaited him, besides the splattering blood, was excruciating pain!

"Squeak~~~"

The screams of rats echoed through the forest.

"Well done!"

Irving's face lit up with joy.

"Sure enough, you still need a cat to catch mice!" he exclaimed.

Sirius Black had already rushed up there.

The dog's paw pinned the mouse to the spot.

The dog's head stared intently at it, a bloodthirsty aura emanating from its mouth.

That's pretty intimidating.

Just when Irving thought Sirius was about to solve Peter's rat fate.

An accident happened.

In the darkness, there was a man whose body reeked of decay.

It appeared faintly in the shadows of the trees.

?

Irving was startled.

He immediately threw out an obstacle spell.

"Obstacles are numerous!"

Since we can't kill him, we can at least slow down his movements!

The gray spell struck the man's body directly.

To Irving's disappointment, the curse did slow his movements, but only by a very small margin.

And within a few breaths, he broke free again.

Owen remained calm; he hadn't expected a barrier spell to control him.

He then quickly plunged his wand into the ground.

A powerful transformation magic surged rapidly into the ground from the tip of the wand.

Then the snow and soil covering the land all turned into liquid, just like a swamp.

"Get up!" The muddy water, like surging waves, several feet high, knocked the man to the ground in an instant.

"Petrify everything, reinforce the petrification!"

"Multiple freezes!"

The muddy water, like ocean waves, instantly transformed into solid stone.

And countless layers of solid ice spread out from the soles of his feet.

The ice is freezing the stone.

With a combination of several control spells flowing smoothly, the terrifying stranger was firmly held in place.

"Grab Peter!" Owen still held up the spell, his eyes never leaving the ice sculpture.

He had a premonition that his curse might not be able to control him for long.

Sirius, having transformed back into human form, let out a long howl.

"Haha, well done."

Then he turned around and frantically chased after the mouse that had just escaped in the chaos.

"Peter, where are you! Where are you!!!"

A fine layer of sweat trickled down his temples from the intense emotional turmoil; his eyebrows twitched slightly, the muscles in his patella twitched a little, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a wild grin.

He was in a state of frenzy.

He looks exactly like some kind of psychopath.

A chilling incantation roared from the tip of his wand.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, they slammed down on both sides of Peter.

No~No!

I thought the mouse was finally going to escape!

As a result, before they could even be happy for a second, they were plunged into crisis again.

Mouse: Goodbye world!!!

Then, Peter finally lost control of his Animagus form.

Because he was afraid, his black, rat-like eyes stared at Sirocco, who was following him at a leisurely pace.

His eyes were filled with fear!

This cat.

It must be that wizard's Animagus!

No, this can't go on.

If I keep going like this, that cat will bite me to death.

"No! Please, don't kill me." The short man suddenly turned back into a bald man.

Peter Pettigrew knelt on the ground and pleaded.

Blood flowed down his neck and dripped onto the ground.

Liquid oozed from his watery little eyes and his rat-like nose.

It looks absolutely disgusting.

"We are friends!" he cried out in anguish.

"You know the Dark Lord's methods. I was captured by him. I had no choice; I just wanted to live. I..."

"Bang!" Before he could finish speaking.

Sirius, charging like a mad lion, kicked him to the ground.

The rain of fists, like a sudden storm, pounded into his face.

"No, no."

Irving heard screams of agony, and it was a terrible feeling.

He is a very kind-hearted person.

No one was shouting or yelling.

In such situations, he would usually mercifully send the other person a killing curse, allowing them to leave this world peacefully and safely.

Look how kind he is.

However, now is certainly not a good time to kill Peter.

At the very least, we need to clear Sirius's name.

Don't get me wrong—Irving himself has no interest in clearing Sirius's name, but he is very interested in the Galleons of the Black family.

"Get him under control and smash a whack on the head!" Owen yelled, his gaze fixed intently on the distant ice sculpture.

For some reason, not a single one of the centaurs came over.

He couldn't even find a cannon fodder.

"Bang!"

A cracking sound came from the ice sculpture.

"Dumbledore's beard!"

Having said that, he immediately controlled the snow on the ground, along with some unknown things, and transformed it into a water prison that swept towards the ice sculpture.

"Ha~~~"

"boom!"

The next second, a shocking scene unfolded. With a high-pitched roar, the ice sculpture shattered instantly, and the man's figure disappeared, replaced by a cloud of red smoke.

No—that's not smoke.

That was blood!

Blood floating in the air.

"Sirius!" He had already figured out who the blood was going to attack.

Just as he expected, the next second, the frenzied blood rushed toward Peter.

Alerted by Irving, the dog godfather dodged the attack of the bloody spray by sidestepping.

Then he watched as blood completely enveloped Peter.

"Ah ...

Peter struggled violently in the blood, as if in a final burst of energy before death, his screams and cries growing louder and louder.

Peter Pettigrew's facial muscles were contorting in spasms from the pain.

Then, as if dehydrated, his whole body rapidly dried out.

Before long, only skin and bones remained.

Furthermore, a milky white light was being drawn out from one of his heads.

Irving has reason to believe that it was his poor soul.

Oh no!!! I'm totally doomed this time!

"Invoke God—"

"—Guards!!!"

Irving didn't know what he was thinking either.

He only saw that the pool of blood was sucking Peter's soul, looking like a Dementor.

Therefore, he subconsciously felt that the Guardian Angel Spell might have some effect. A dazzling silver light flashed, and then, with a loud cry, the phoenix spread its wings and took flight.

He went straight toward the pool of blood.

"What?"

Sirius was utterly shocked.

Although he had seen the phoenix guardian from afar at the Quidditch pitch.

But they didn't know that it was Irving's guardian angel.

In his opinion, it was questionable whether this evil boy could even use the Guardian Charm!

Who would have thought that his guardian deity would be a phoenix!

The strong positive emotions pulled him away from his mental breakdown, and his mind calmed down once again.

Then, to his astonishment, the phoenix sang a high-pitched song.

It crashed directly into the pool of blood.

"Ah~~~"

To everyone's surprise.

Owen's phoenix-like divine fire actually caused surprisingly good damage to the pool of blood.

The pool of blood in sight shrank rapidly.

Then, the blood that had been injured immediately abandoned Peter and, in mid-air, transformed back into human form.

That was a man—Sirius's pupils contracted slightly.

He had seen it.

But—shouldn't he already be dead?

On the other side, Owen showed surprise and then immediately controlled his Guardian Angel to rush towards the monster that had transformed into human form.

But this time, he did not achieve the damage he expected. "What?" To Owen's surprise, the dazzling silver-white phoenix passed right through the monster's body as if it were piercing through the air.

"What happened?"

Owen frowned; this only happened when the Guardian Angel attacked the wizard.

As a spell used to deal with spirits such as Dementors, the Patronus Charm will pass through them and have no effect when dealing with physical entities.

This can often be seen in groups of young wizards practicing Patronus Charms.

They waved their wands, and the silvery-white guardian mist spread over the wizards present like silk and flowing water, without affecting others.

The only impact might be the stirring of positive emotions.

It makes people feel at ease.

In other words, this thing is a spirit in its bloody state, but becomes a physical entity after transforming back into human form.

Holy crap, you can do that?

"I've seen him!" Sirius exclaimed, raising his wand.

A wisp of white silk thread emerged from the tip of his staff.

They gradually enveloped and bound Peter completely.

Peter the dwarf, who looked as if he hadn't eaten for months or was a dried-up corpse just dug out of an Egyptian pyramid, was shriveled up.

There was absolutely no resistance.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Sirius would have thought the traitor was dead.

"In the Screaming Shack, he was that Blood Ancestor vampire!"

"But he's clearly dead, killed by some mysterious guy's killing curse!"

As he spoke, he stuffed Peter into a pocket he carried with him that was enchanted with an infinite stretching spell, then stared at Owen with a scrutinizing gaze.

That night, he didn't see the man's face, and the man's voice was completely different from Owen's flippant tone; it was deeper and more magnetic.

However, the mysterious man's style of doing things is very similar to that of Irving, the prospective Dark Lord.

So Sirius Black only suspected that he did it, but he had no evidence.

"Blood Ancestor?" Owen heard the voice.

They immediately began searching through his deleted memories.

In a daze, he found a photo in the recycle bin.

Then, after comparing her with the man in front of her, well—there was indeed a 70-80% similarity.

"It really is him!" He silently raised his wand, ready to continue his attack.

His memory never makes room for the dead.

In addition, the person in front of him had changed drastically in appearance and demeanor, which is why Irving did not recognize him.

However, it doesn't matter. In a one-on-one situation, I've never been afraid of anyone!

Even if it's Voldemort, so what!

My buddy still managed to escape unscathed!

"Slap! Slap!"

Just as he was about to run away, the yo-yo...

For the third time in the woods, an unexpected incident occurred.

"No wonder he's Dumbledore's successor! His magic has reached such a high level at such a young age."

"I'm certain that even the mysterious man wasn't as outstanding as you in his youth!"

"Shut up, Carlo! The Dark Lord is the greatest!"

A familiar, manic voice came from inside.

Several figures slowly emerged from the forest.

The leader was a man with a gray beard, bald head, and long hair on the back of his head.

He had a pair of cloudy brown eyes, and the other one was blind.

There is a deep scar running from the bridge of his nose to his right cheek.

His face was ferocious.

He was dressed in a long black robe, and the wand in his hand was twisted and contorted like a pretzel, clearly not a work by Ollivander.

Ollivander would never make such fancy wands. It would contradict his principles.

Beside him was Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's most loyal sycophant and Sirius's cousin.

During this meeting, the famous Death Eater's image underwent a complete transformation.

It's not that her appearance has changed, but mainly her temperament and style.

First, her originally messy and fluffy hair was tied up high, curled into a high bun, leaving only a few strands of hair on her cheeks.

The original Gothic-style skirt was replaced by a fitted black trench coat.

He looked much more normal now.

It felt like I had finally gotten through my teenage angst.

His face also showed less of the previous madness.

They possessed an added grace, an elegance that seemed innate to the Black family.

Besides him, there were others, such as Avery, Moorselber, Labastan Lestrange, and many other dark wizards he knew and did not know.

There are more than a dozen of them!

"Hey, is it Radish's meeting tonight?" Owen teased. "Everyone's here, where's Tom? Where's he?"

Sirius Black rolled his eyes at the little black boy who dared to talk big in front of so many Death Eaters.

Then, he began to introduce the blind old black wizard.

"Herman Carroll, the pure-blood madman of the Carroll family, predated Voldemort by a few years. During that time, he was known for torturing Muggles and conducting dark experiments. He was eventually defeated by Dumbledore and imprisoned in Azkaban. He was a rather traditional dark wizard."

"I didn't expect this guy to still be alive. Come to think of it, he should have been imprisoned in Azkaban for over thirty years and hasn't gone mad yet. It's unbelievable." Sirius Black gripped his wand, his eyes warily fixed on the one-eyed wizard.

Having been imprisoned in Azkaban for a full twelve years, he is the most qualified to comment on life in Azkaban.

No one can truly stay sane there.

The only thing that can keep a person from going crazy is the belief in their heart.

He sustained himself for over a decade on hatred for Peter and guilt towards James.

The Death Eaters, on the other hand, remained undisturbed for over a decade thanks to their worship of Voldemort and their unwavering belief that their master would come to their rescue.

But what about those dark wizards who aren't Death Eaters?

What sustains them is probably nothing more than that evil, chilling, and terrifying hatred for someone!

"He's not a British wizard?" Owen asked, glancing at the guy's wand.

"The wizards at Durmstrang are British, but—" Sirius suddenly gave a mocking smile, "those pure-blood wizards think Hogwarts has been defiled by half-blood and Muggle wizards, so they'd rather send their children across the ocean to Durmstrang."

"Haha—you're out of your mind!" Irving commented highly of this.

Then, tilting his head back, he looked at the one-eyed blind man with considerable provocation.

"Is that vampire over there your pet?"

Since the Death Eaters appeared, the Blood Ancestor has been like a machine that has lost power, no longer moving, his numb eyes staring at him without focus, like a puppet.

"I'm not qualified to keep such a high-class vampire as a pet." Herman Caro stared at Owen with bloodlust in his eyes.

Those murky brown eyes were filled with hatred.

It was hatred for Dumbledore.

Now this hatred has been transferred to Irving.

How should I torture this lackey of Dumbledore?

Carlo muttered frantically to himself.

(End of this chapter)