I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 428 Two Bloodlines, The Successor of Quetzalcoatl (Happy New Year)

"boom--"

Explosion—a devastating blow.

Lightning flashed like raindrops, spreading outwards. Ron reacted quickly, expanding the Ironclad Charm to envelop Koyatl within it.

The other dark wizards who had already rushed up were either forced to defend themselves in place or were struck hard by lightning because they were too slow to react.

He collapsed to the spot, convulsing, his fate unknown.

Ron had no time for surprise, nor for sorrow.

His mind, invaded by the whispers of the Outer God, was filled with nothing but endless rage.

Having dodged the attack, the dark wizard unleashed another spell on him, leaving him no time to spare for anything else.

"Cough cough—"

Koyater, lying on the ground, coughed heavily, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Her crimson eyes slowly lowered as she looked at Ron, who was fighting the dark wizard but was gradually losing ground.

His lips moved, spitting out bloodied words, "We...we...will...die...here."

I'm sorry. I lied to you.

She unleashed her last burst of strength from her limbs.

He struggled to prop himself up with his arms.

Her long, black hair fell down, obscuring her face.

Only the thick, bright red blood dripping onto the ground was so noticeable.

"I was born of the gods and I will die for them."

A bloodstain was left on the steps.

She crawled with difficulty.

Spells would occasionally strike the stone steps around her, sending flying stones crashing down on her.

The girl paused only briefly before continuing to climb toward the altar.

The path was only a few steps away, but it took her several tens of seconds to walk it.

Finally, she pushed aside the rubble blasted by the lightning, spread her arms, and lay back on the platform.

"Fragmented to pieces".

She murmured.

The next moment, an invisible blade sliced ​​through her wrist.

Ron knelt on the ground and mechanically turned his head.

It was probably the sound of an attack spell coming from behind its ear that made this beast, which had lost its sense of self, feel the danger.

Of course, when he saw that Koyatl had cut his own wrist, his ferocious face was filled with incomprehension.

"Don't worry, this is how it should be," she said.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

The girl looked up at the ceiling covered with stalactites, her pupils becoming dull as the light faded.

Her blood—along with her wand—sank into the three caves.

The silver pool water had taken on a dark red hue—it had become turbulent.

Waves crashed against the cave entrance, even overflowing onto the ground.

"Gods!"

"I have fulfilled your wish."

"willing"

"Cough cough—" she coughed heavily.

The flame of life has been extinguished.

In a daze, a vast, seemingly endless plain appeared in the distance.

A gentle breeze swept across the hills and lakes, carrying flower petals that transformed into a pair of large hands.

It was a man with golden hair, bronze skin, a robust physique, and dressed in clothing made of some kind of feathers.

She was a woman who seemed like a goddess.

And standing around Zhi were countless people.

Whether they have long or short hair, whether they are men or women, they are mostly young people.

Among this group, a certain red-haired witch stood out.

She was younger than other red-haired wizards, and the gaze she received was gentler and more tender.

"It's not time yet." The red-haired witch walked to her side and affectionately rubbed her cheek like a mother.

Koyatl smiled.

She doesn't understand.

Can't see clearly.

My thoughts could no longer be gathered.

She closed her eyes and uttered the final, ultimate incantation.

"Hoo-god

Protect them!!!

In an instant—dawn broke!

A brilliant silver light flew out from her broken body.

The silvery light spreads an indescribable, gentle magic.

Immediately afterwards, a large, feathered serpent revealed its true form from the silvery light.

It was only a few dozen feet tall, with scales that were mainly scarlet, dark green, and azure, a head with hard horns, and eyes full of compassion.

It has a pair of pure white wings growing on its back.

A powerful natural charm surged forth, transforming into an invisible divine beauty.

Everyone present was awestruck by the solitary silver light. They stared in disbelief, all impurities vanishing from their eyes, leaving only the majestic figure of the deity.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the Death Eaters were already planning to flee.

Some of the Purgers wore expressions similar to those of the Death Eaters, while others were filled with excitement, as if they had seen something they had longed for.

This yearning stems from decades of continuous struggle and desire.

The feathered serpent god in mid-air paid no attention to the myriad forms of humanity. Its gaze was lowered, and countless ancient runes appeared around its body.

They fell from the wings of the beast.

The gods are disintegrating themselves.

It seemed as if something had been activated; ancient magic seeped into Koyatl's body, flowing into the three deep pits along with her blood.

The next second, a raging storm erupted from the deep pit where countless souls had gathered.

The thing underground was resisting with all its might.

This is a tug of war.

The entire obelisk was illuminated with a faint light.

The ancient magical runes that should have been present in the walls reappeared clearly.

In the darkness of the sea, it was as if a lighthouse had appeared.

It is like a candle flickering in the wind, its light carried away by the gusts of sea breeze.

The Death Eaters and the Aurors of the Alliance were engaged in battle.

They each perceived a sense of urgency in this strangeness, and they both believed it was caused by the other.

The battle instantly intensified.

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"boom!!!"

As if an earthquake had struck, the entire sea surface was churned with towering waves.

As the golden afterglow faded into the sky, an invisible golden curtain slowly descended.

High in the sky, a magical ring composed of countless runes expanded to several seas in the surrounding area within a few breaths.

Immediately afterwards, streaks of golden sword rained down, with stars above, like shooting stars falling to earth.

"Thump!!!"

The rain of arrows pierced the sea reef, followed by a violent explosion.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Countless explosions occurred in succession.

The surrounding wizards were stunned.

They were completely captivated by the magnificent rain of swords and the magical ring woven from the runes of the heavens, speechless and with nothing to say.

"careful!!!"

Mad-Eye Moody was the first of the Alliance wizards to react.

His magic eyes spun rapidly.

He saw deep malice in those rains of swords.

Sure enough, the very next second after he uttered those words...

A wizard next to me was stabbed right through the heart.

The other Aurors, belatedly realizing what was happening, quickly gathered together and simultaneously activated their armor spells.

Meanwhile, the Death Eaters and Purifiers were surprised to find that the rain of swords did not attack them.

Jin Hui will simply pass directly through their bodies.

And it will not cause them any harm.

It's obvious—the outcome is already decided!

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"The Dark Lord has succeeded! Long live the Dark Lord!!!"

"God—this is a miracle!!! A power that no wizard could possibly wield! Power!!!"

The dark wizards roared hysterically.

They celebrated, then looked at the fleeing Aurors with the same eyes they would use to look at a clown.

There's no need to take action anymore.

They can simply stand aside and watch the show.

The rain of swords from the sky grew increasingly dense, and no wizard could hold out any longer.

Behind them—the obelisk had already collapsed with a deafening roar.

This tower, which may have existed since the dawn of humanity, withstood the test of time—but ultimately succumbed to the conflicts between people.

Pebbles fell to the seabed, the waves reflected the golden light, and splashed up golden water droplets.

Like a ribbon settling into dust, the drama has come to a close.

The remaining parts of the collapsed obelisk.

On that platform, the silver radiance of Quetzalcoatl spread out like colorful ribbons.

Sharp swords pierced his body; they were golden swords.

Zhi was still struggling to hold on, and the ancient restrictions, such as those created by Niwen, transformed into chains that wrapped around the figure on the altar that seemed to be a resurrected ancient god.

"Is it too late?"

A whisper, as if the curtain had fallen on an era.

The feathered serpent god's magnificent body disintegrated even faster.

Ron lay on the rubble nearby.

His consciousness returned the instant the feathered serpent god appeared.

His arm was hit by a stone, and blood gushed out of his left arm like a fountain—it must have been an artery that had been severed.

His right hand was empty; the wand had vanished in the recent upheaval and explosion.

"Help me recover quickly."

"Heal quickly!"

With a sob in his voice, he cast a spell without a staff, and the wound on his left arm was slowly healing, but the spell could not cure such a serious injury and fracture.

He managed to reduce the amount of blood spurting out.

However, at this moment, the physical pain did not make him feel despair.

Ron was truly stunned by the golden light emanating from the figure who had just crawled out of one of the three deep pits—

Voldemort.

"Your resilience surprises me somewhat."

Voldemort said with a half-smile.

He was wearing a dark blue robe, his entire body radiating gold.

Seven chains pierced his body, the other end of which was runes written on the earth. This was the most primal form of restriction.

The restrictions that bind the Outer Gods.

But now—the iron chains are like a flickering candle, about to melt away.

Although Quetzalcoatl replenished the magic power of the barrier, it was clear that the magic power extracted from the thousands upon thousands of Muggle souls far exceeded the magic power of the barrier itself.

Everything is too late.

Even if it's an hour earlier, there's still hope of restarting the restrictions.

But now—it's merely the sails of the old era being installed on the steel behemoths of the new era.

Voldemort shook his head as if he were a newborn.

A powerful magical force filled his entire body, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

He had never felt omniscient and omnipotent as he did now.

As for the chains behind him—they were nothing to worry about.

He could sense that in a few minutes, the chains would melt and become part of his magic.

Feeling relaxed, he looked down at the girl who had brought about the change.

"What a surprise, the desolate god has actually found himself a successor," he said, raising his right hand slightly to grip Koyatl's neck.

"However—" those burning, fiery eyes fell on Ron, "it would be rather boring if you didn't resist."

"Let her go," Ron said through gritted teeth.

"Let go?" Voldemort's voice was cold and cruel, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth, as if foreshadowing the impending disaster.

With a wave of his hand, Koyatl was launched like a cannonball, aimed directly at Ron.

A look of fear flashed across Ron's face. He barely managed to raise his hand, trying to cast a "shock-absorbing and speed-stopping" spell.

However, because he could not cast the spell perfectly without a staff, the gray spell flew from his hand and only slowed the girl down when it hit her.

She still slammed herself down hard, sending him flying several feet like a kite with a broken string.

Ron held the girl tightly in his arms, not letting go even though his left arm was broken and only flesh connected it. After paying the price of several broken ribs, they finally stopped.

Ron lay on the ground, one eye fixed on Voldemort, while the girl in his arms remained unharmed.

Voldemort looked at them, a cruel and satisfied smile on his face. "Not bad—no wonder you're Dumbledore's students," he sneered. "Hogwarts is much stronger now than it was when I was a student."

He held the magic wand lazily.

With just a gentle wave, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm shot out.

Amidst the rubble, Ron, with only one eye open, instinctively struggled to his feet.

He used up his last bit of strength.

He turned the girl in his arms over so that she was underneath him.

He blocked the lightning with his back.

Lightning struck Ron in the back, instantly engulfing him. However, he made no sound. He no longer had the strength to speak.

A moment later, the lightning disappeared, and a hole the size of a fist appeared on his back.

He looked down at Koyatl.

The girl's face was deathly pale, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

There was also a hole in her chest.

Voldemort's magic penetrated them.

"No—" Ron spat out a mouthful of blood. In the end, everything he had done was so foolish, like a clown idiot.

A strong sense of self-blame overwhelmed his fragile self-esteem.

"That's fine! It's good."

Koyatl murmured, her voice only audible to Ron, who was pressed close to her.

At that moment, she suddenly wanted to reach out and comfort the boy in front of her.

Just like the red-haired witch who comforted her during the vision.

But—she didn't have any strength.

The only reason she hasn't died yet is because ancient magic has enhanced her physique over time. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have died long ago from such massive blood loss.

"Thank you." In the end, the girl could only utter these two words with the last bit of understanding.

From birth to the present day.

Her life consisted only of loneliness and fear.

In the short span of life.

No one had ever genuinely been willing to sacrifice for her. Yet, in that final moment of life and death, Ron protected her with his own life, allowing her to experience the feeling of being cared for and protected.

Her life was like walking on thin ice. Everyone treated her as a monster, an evil spirit, a resurrected alien god, or an incomprehensible madwoman.

If this is the outcome—for her, perhaps it can be considered a blessing.

At least she has one 'friend'?

Perhaps we can go even deeper?

Unfortunately—it happened in the final moments of its last burst of energy.

A sense of reluctance suddenly crept into her mind.

Her time of freedom was too short.

It's really too short.

Like a flower, it has just bloomed and is about to wither.

At this moment—their blood mingled and intertwined.

It speaks of an unspeakable regret.

(End of this chapter)