I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 316 The Death Curse - The Enchanted Illusion

"Wow, what a coincidence!"

Irving raised an eyebrow, his eyes turning cold.

Indeed, the person who arrived was that damned ghost, the witch of Iphamoni, Koyatl Stewart.

In the darkness, her features were not very clear, but her silver hair was very eye-catching, especially with the red robe she was wearing.

Before even seeing each other's faces, the two already knew each other's identities.

"This place is already taken." Harry pointed to the exposed water pipes behind him. "Come back tomorrow."

"I'm not here to pass a test."

Harry's angry voice did not cause any change in the girl's expression. She walked closer, her clear voice trembling mysteriously, "I've come to see you."

She stepped out of the darkness, her gaze fixed on Irving.

At this moment, Harry and Owen noticed that the girl in front of them seemed to be... how should I put it?

Why does it look like it's running out of energy?

His eyes were deep-set, his complexion was sallow, his lips were pale, and he was bloodless.

His eyelids trembled, and he was severely listless. His steps were light and unsteady, as if he had been up all night for a week.

It gives you a strong feeling that you're about to suddenly die at any moment.

"Looking for me?" Owen sneered, his tone aggressive. "If you're here to confess everything, then say it now. If not, then go back to where you came from."

"You're not welcome here!"

Owen swears he has never spoken to a girl in that tone before, even though he has a bad temper, is outspoken, and likes to swear (he toned it down in the second playthrough).

Even with the Order of the Phoenix members who constantly caused him trouble in his first playthrough, he never treated them this badly. After all, everyone serves their own master. Although everyone's pursuits are different, it doesn't prevent me from respecting your choices. I would just give those people a proper Avada Kedavra corpse. He rarely tortures people. If you don't count the Cruciatus Curse—then he really rarely tortures people.

"I need to talk to you about something important," she said with pity, her face turning sorrowful.

Like a believer confessing to a priest in a Muggle church, he tremblingly raised his right hand.

And her right hand was gripping the magic wand tightly.

Seeing this, Owen shielded Harry behind him, then drew his wand as well, looking at her warily.

He couldn't understand what this crazy woman was thinking at all.

Normally, if she really was an inside agent, and was in cahoots with the goblins, she would have been gathering intelligence from Hogwarts for months and passing it on to the goblin messengers.

She should at least act like a spy.

What should a real spy be like?

Go through the main entrance, take down everyone's stealth, use a bomb to blow up the entire building where the target is located, and kill the target in the process, causing a huge uproar.

wrong!

That's an assassin!

Not a spy!

A true spy should blend into the crowd, go unnoticed, and arrive as if they were air.

But what about her? Does she really think she's the Duskov of Yugoslavia?

Like Quirrell, she made enemies everywhere at Hogwarts, and was as flamboyant as she could be. Every choice she made made people wonder if she was planning to have the words "I am a spy" tattooed on her forehead next.

She was really afraid that others wouldn't know she came to Hogwarts to cause trouble.

It was precisely because she was so eccentric and strange.

That's why Irving didn't immediately send her to her death with a single curse. He had a rather absurd guess: could this girl really be like Quirrell, with all her outward behavior being intentional? Was it a smokescreen? Were those flamboyant actions her way of crying for help?

But that doesn't make sense; she's not shameless.

Why can't you just say it to Dumbledore?

Anyway, Irving couldn't figure out what this guy was up to.

But that doesn’t stop him from pointing his wand at her now.

Everyone has their own reasons, but those reasons are not an excuse for you to hurt others.

She betrayed the wizard, and whatever her reasons were, she deserves to be severely punished.

Life imprisonment in Azkaban would be too lenient; a Dementor's kiss wouldn't be out of the question.

Of course, if she can implicate the real culprit, she might get a lighter sentence of a few years.

"I have a question," she said haltingly, as if she were struggling to speak, "Are you the heir of this generation?"

"Hmm?" Owen frowned slightly, surprised to hear this from Koyatl.

Harry and Ron were unaware that he was the heir to ancient magic; the only one among the young wizards who knew this was Miss Granger.

Hermione wouldn't tell her about this.

How did she find out?

"What do you want to do?" Owen narrowed his eyes, staring intently at her.

"It seems so." The girl suddenly gave a complex smile, a glint of light flashing in her empty, weary eyes. "I always...thought that girl..."

"Heh—" she laughed.

Divine light returned to his eyes.

He seemed to have experienced a final burst of energy before death.

Then, she did something that neither Harry nor Owen expected.

"Crunch in the Heart! Crack in the Bones!" she whispered, the red light from her wand illuminating her face.

It gave her a blush.

"Wardfa?"

Owen was startled; in the castle, no one but himself had used the three Unforgivable Curses so directly.

There really weren't many people there.

Ron is one.

He also used this spell during his battle with the Koyatl school infirmary.

However, when their spells collided, a backlash occurred, just like with Voldemort and Harry.

Irving speculated that this might be related to ancient magic, but the specific reason was unclear.

Moreover, on that occasion, both professors tacitly avoided mentioning anything unforgivable.

After all, according to the law

But this time, it's different from that time.

This time, she was the one who cast the spell on him first.

"Sanchez's force field."

A sudden azure halo appeared, deflecting the spell elsewhere.

The next moment, a small, fist-sized, black, charred scratch appeared on one of the wooden doors of the toilet.

"Hmm?" Owen glanced at the damage caused by the curse.

so weak.

too weak.

How could the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, only cause this much damage?

That looks like something a beginner would use casually.

As a top-tier underworld wizard who once used the Unforgivable Curse as a levitation spell, Owen immediately grasped the key point.

She harbored no cruel intentions.

That's why its power is only this much.

While Irving was thinking.

Without an immediate chance to retaliate, Koyatl waved his wand again.

This time it's her most frequently used spell.

A surge of vibrant lightning erupted from the old wand, arcs of electricity raging like a song, rising and falling with some melody.

Then, the lightning, reaching its peak, transformed into a long whip and lashed out at Owen.

"All curses have ended!"

He casually deflected the lightning.

But only this time.

The electric arc was still gathering, and finally, after reaching a certain critical point, suddenly, the blue and white color began to spread wildly outwards from her as the center.

The crackling sounds were incessant.

On the ground.

The water that Myrtle created formed a loop with the lightning.

High-voltage lightning struck the water surface, causing it to electrolyze.

Suddenly, a rising mist enveloped everything.

"." Owen casually deflected several bolts of lightning that struck them.

Then he watched the mist warily.

This is not a good sign.

The hydrogen ions produced after water electrolysis will not explode directly because they are not dense enough in the air.

But as lightning continues to rage, this proportion will rise rapidly.

After all, this is a washroom, a room, not outside the castle where there is wind and it is spacious enough that an explosion is less likely to occur.

"Ultimate Defense!"

Harry also helped fend off several spells.

But they didn't notice that Irving's face had already turned very dark.

Sure enough, just moments later, he noticed sparks appearing in the air.

Lightning ignites the hydrogen-oxygen mixture in the air, and its temperature is high enough to be used as a flint and steel.

"Damn it," Irving cursed.

Then he grabbed Harry and quickly jumped into the pipes in the pool.

A hydrogen explosion is no joke. He can't use a spell to defend against it because this kind of gas explosion is not like a solid explosion where the point of explosion is only in front of him. He can't just use a spell to block it. When a gas explodes, flames will burst in all directions. He himself may be fine, but Harry behind him will definitely be burned.

The optimal solution is to jump into the pipe and then block the opening to isolate the air in the pipe from the air in the bathroom.

So that's what Irving did.

The moment he jumped into the water pipe, he first used Transfiguration to create a platform under his feet.

Then, with a swing of his staff, the rock wall above his head quickly closed in.

Everything was accomplished in the blink of an eye.

Harry, that blockhead, hadn't even had time to think.

The sudden loss of air made it difficult for him to breathe. He was about to open his mouth to ask Owen why he had hidden in the pipe.

Then, a thunderous explosion rang in my ears.

"boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

The series of explosions were deafening.

There was also the sound of glass shattering, sharp and piercing.

The entrance at the top of the pipe, sealed off by stone bricks, was charred red from the heat, and Harry could see the bricks gleaming slightly.

Five seconds later, Owen swung his wand to cut through the stone bricks blocking the entrance, and then leaped into the air.

"The Divine Edge is Without a Shadow."

The surrounding area was filled with smoke, which was water vapor evaporated by the flames.

An invisible blade sliced ​​through the moisture, piercing into something with a 'whoosh' sound.

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind began to blow around them. Owen was casting the spell "Sandstorm." The tip of his wand emitted a faint blue light, and as he turned it clockwise, the mist instantly dissipated.

The washroom became clear again.

"Luckily, my buddy has gone to school and knows some basic physics."

Not far from him, Koyatl lay on the ground, blood splattered everywhere. She was severely burned, with at least half of her body covered in charcoal.

Most of his silver hair had been singed off by the flames, and he was on the verge of death.

Owen looked at her, watching her chest rise and fall irregularly. The witch, panting heavily, was having difficulty breathing, exhaling more than exhaling.

But she stared at herself, still gripping her wand tightly, showing no intention of putting it down, even as blood trickled from her mouth and she murmured to herself.

"You're really persistent. You're working so hard for your master, shouldn't you get an award?" Owen said sarcastically.

She is visibly healing.

The blood spilled on the ground was flowing back, and his chest heaved. Fish-scale-like armor grew on his skin. However, the Divine Sharpness Curse was not ordinary magic. As one of the three most unforgivable curses, the wounds it caused would be covered with a layer of dark magic that would prevent any means of healing.

Only by reciting the reverse incantation correctly can one avoid being struck by the curse. Otherwise, even if the person does not die, they will bleed to death because the wound cannot heal.

And that's exactly what happened to the woman at that moment.

For some reason, her body has an incredibly strong regenerative ability, but the black magic surrounding her wounds is preventing this healing, creating a tug-of-war between the two.

This resulted in her chest looking extremely grotesque, as the flesh was writhing.

"I think I've been pretty good-tempered." Owen spread his hands, his face grim as he walked towards her. "Since you're so unwilling to live..."

"That--"

The crystal wand was pointed at her head.

"Just die!"

With that, the wand shot out a dazzling green light, accompanied by a jumble of sounds, like the wails of countless wizards, and then Death raised his cleaver high.

"Avada Kedavra—the killer!"

He raised it high, then swung the knife down, taking the foolish believer with him.

"Owen!" Harry shouted from behind.

He had just jumped out of the pipe when he saw this scene.

He instinctively wanted to stop Owen, after all, he was a student, not a dark wizard attacking Hogwarts. Killing him directly would definitely get them into trouble.

But it was all too late; the green light illuminated the dilapidated washroom.

The floor tiles, the partitions, and the glass skylight above the washbasin were all blown to pieces.

The walls were covered with burn marks, like some kind of ghostly figure.

Under the green light, those ghostly figures were actually dancing?

"Bang!"

That was the sound of something falling.

"Owen!" Harry rushed over and saw Owen collapse like a felled tree.

His body crashed heavily to the ground.

For a moment, Harry was completely stunned.

In a daze, his thoughts raced wildly. He even remembered the night fourteen years ago when Voldemort came to kill him. The love his mother left him reflected the Killing Curse, ultimately defeating that evil demon.

Now, he couldn't stop speculating wildly: Could Irving have also been hit by the Rebound Killing Curse?

And coincidentally, it hit him right in the middle?

No, no.

Harry shook his head, trying to banish the absurd idea from his mind.

How could such a thing happen?

"Owen! Owen!" Harry rushed over, grabbed Owen's head, and shook him repeatedly. "Are you alright?!"

He originally meant to say something about death.

However, upon seeing a certain demon rolling his eyes at him, he stopped talking and adopted a gentler tone.

Half a day passed, but the guy who rolled his eyes didn't seem to react much.

This made Harry anxious again.

You're about to die, why do you still have that expression?

Harry wanted to laugh.

But the immense disappointment and helplessness prevented him from laughing.

His expression twitched slightly, and his head involuntarily turned towards Koyatl on the other side.

The woman also fell to the ground, her arms slightly outstretched.

It looked like an embrace.

His eyes were wide open.

She was staring at the ceiling, but that wasn't the point. The point was that a faint smile was playing on her lips.

"Depend on!"

Harry couldn't help but curse.

What's going on with you guys?

Why can someone laugh even when they're about to die?

Yes, Koyatl looked like he was dead. His whole body was almost charred; apart from his face being slightly cleaner, the rest of him was completely unrecognizable.

Harry glanced at her chest—he saw no rise and fall, not even the slightest one.

Well—now he's really starting to panic.

Since the woman was dead, it meant that the curse rebound he believed in had not occurred.

that--

"Owen!" Harry shouted again.

They shook his body, trying to wake him.

But this still didn't help much.

The boy in his arms remained motionless, as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep.

Harry saw nothing when the green light flashed.

That was too dazzling, more dazzling than any of the previous killing curses.

It seems that Owen's Avada Kedavra curse never produced such a bright light before.

What exactly happened in that instant?

Harry couldn't figure it out.

He could only carry Irving's body?

He ran quickly out of the girls' washroom, then sprinted back to the school clinic on the fourth floor at his fastest speed ever.

Dumbledore will definitely find a way to save him, and Madam Pomfrey will definitely find a way to save him.

If Kyrie Irving hadn't been affected by the Killing Curse, everything could still have been salvaged.

Whatever that white light is!

That's what Harry thought.

In another place, after the first rays of morning sunlight have shone.

Like the dappled shade of a tree.

It has a hallucinogenic effect.

Irving suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a fertile field.

He looked up.

A bright moon and stars hung in the sky, and the silhouettes of a few trees could be faintly seen on the horizon. A cool morning breeze, carrying the scent of earth, caressed his cheeks.

I got up somewhat bewildered.

Looking at everything around him, familiar yet somewhat different, Owen instinctively reached for his wand.

But there was nothing on his waist.

The clothes she was wearing had also changed.

No longer the robes of Hogwarts.

It was a casual outfit.

The outfit he often wears at home.

"Where is this?"

After getting up, Owen found himself next to a house, a small wooden villa about five or six stories high. At that moment, a girl with fluffy brown hair was leaning against the window of the cabinet, looking outside.

This scene seems familiar.

The house looked a lot like the one he had in Hogsmeade.

The location where the girl appeared

It was what he had imagined: if Hermione moved in, she would probably often look out the window like that.

Irving was a little confused, but without hesitation, he took a step forward and pushed open the door, walking straight inside.

The first floor is laid out exactly like his house.

Miss Granger leaned against the kitchen window, the morning breeze blowing through her hair, sunlight streaming through hedges, meadows, and farmland, passing through the window and falling on her face.

It tinged her with a golden glow.

(End of this chapter)