A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 437 Snake Demon, I need your help in my cultivation!

The room had been enlarged several times over by the Unseen Stretch Charm, resembling the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

A white gemstone hangs from the ceiling, emitting a soft glow.

The milky white light shone on the ground, forming an extremely bright "island".

In the center of the halo, a corpse lay on the dusty floor, like an insect under a microscope.

Lockhart!

William stood by the door, squinting as he observed the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who had been missing for almost a year and a half.

Lockhart's body was not decomposed; his entire body looked as if it had been charred, a black mess.

His limbs were curled up, as if he had suffered great pain before his death.

Not far from the body, there was an ugly black gemstone ring, Peverell's mark, so conspicuous!

In an instant, Dumbledore's breathing quickened, and his face revealed a kind of...ecstasy that William had never seen before!

That ecstasy was like Bobo Tea seeing a catnip the size of Hogwarts Castle;

It's as if William won a big prize with a scratch-off lottery ticket before he traveled back in time;

It's like a group of tall, blonde women singing support songs for Trump to garner votes.

That overflowing youthful energy was so captivating that even William, a man of profound Buddhist understanding, couldn't quite resist it!

I can't help but think of saying: Snake demon, I need your help in my cultivation. As long as you can disrupt my concentration, I will... vote!

Although his ticket was useless.

Dumbledore was clearly losing control; he took a step forward and, with an agility beyond his years, ran toward the ring.

William strongly suspected that beneath Dumbledore's long robes lay muscles honed over many years.

But Lockhart died right next to the ring, doesn't that say something?

That ring...it's poisonous!

"Professor!" William called out.

Dumbledore paid no attention and continued to walk briskly.

William transformed into a sea eagle, soared into the air, and landed back on the ground, standing between the headmaster and the ring.

"William, get out of the way," Dumbledore's voice was urgent, as if afraid the ring would fly away.

"Professor, we're here to destroy the Horcruxes!" William warned.

"I can't destroy it now, I have a use for it!" Dumbledore stared intently at the ring and said softly, "I can destroy it after I've used it!"

"Headmaster, Lockhart is dead!" William refused to back down.

"William, you don't understand!" Dumbledore said with difficulty.

"Whatever the cost, it's worth it for me. I'll be fine... If something really happens... you'll destroy the Horcrux in my place!"

Dumbledore took out his wand.

"Now, get out of my way, please!"

"What if I don't allow it?" William was extremely annoyed.

Dumbledore suddenly became irrational. The usually wise man seemed to be under a death curse.

What kind of ring is so attractive to Dumbledore?

Wait... Peverell's patterns!

William suddenly remembered the story of the three brothers.

Of the nine Deathly Hallows, Ravenclaw Ring is in William's possession... and of that black gem, only the Resurrection Stone seems to fit the bill.

Is this a resurrection stone?!

Whom does Dumbledore want to resurrect?

His parents?

Is it that younger sister who died young for reasons unknown?!

To be honest, if the Resurrection Stone really had the ability to resurrect, William would have no reason to stop it.

But the ring clearly possessed a powerful protective spell, the kind that kills upon contact. This was different from the crown.

It's unclear whether the Dementors can withstand the curse and suck up those souls.

If that doesn't work, we might have to use snake venom and the Fire Curse to forcibly destroy it.

Dumbledore understood this and wanted to touch it with his own hands before destroying it.

Isn't that just asking for death?

Dumbledore had already raised his wand, seemingly preparing to subdue William first before taking off Slytherin's ring.

Without him making any move, the water beneath his feet surged and boiled instantly, as if a thousand troops were rushing past, sweeping towards William.

William's expression turned solemn. He tapped his wand lightly, and a shimmering blue magical barrier appeared in front of him.

The water crashed against it, raising dust all around, creating ripples and a deafening roar.

William fired several beams of red light, which Dumbledore easily deflected, striding forward with an arrogant air of disdain.

Right now,

Dumbledore's demeanor makes him seem more like a demon king than Voldemort!

William secretly regretted that the headmaster wasn't going to be the White Devil. He didn't have any children, just a spoiled younger brother with whom he didn't get along.

After conquering such a vast territory with Grindelwald, wouldn't it have been thanks to William, their prized student, that they were able to inherit it?

As for Voldemort, that's even simpler.

Directly:

The White Demon King returns home to find that seventy-year-old Tom has led a Death Eater rebellion in England! At his command, 100,000 Mughal Party members storm Europe.

Seeing William's distraction, Dumbledore, holding his wand in one hand, calmly reminded him, "William, be careful."

The two seemed to be back in the time loop of their combat training, rather than at Gaunt's old house.

Dumbledore flicked his wand, a flash of silver light appeared, and a barely perceptible crack appeared in William's magical shield.

Then,

It collapsed almost instantly.

Ultimately, strength is something that requires accumulation over time.

Although William had spent many years in the time loop and had been trained by Dumbledore, he was still much younger than the headmaster.

William showed no fear. As the magic tore through the shield, he retaliated by unleashing a sudden outpouring of magical power.

The water flowing around is as thick as a dragon drawing water, rising abruptly from the ground.

Dumbledore remained expressionless, muttering a spell softly to himself.

The spot where he stood became the dividing line, blocking the waterspout from getting any closer!

Dumbledore waved his wand, causing his wide robe to flutter violently and his silver hair to fly backward.

The surging, turbid water instantly transformed into a water dragon, swaying menacingly.

The water dragon rushed straight at William, its body two or three meters long, tumbling and surging, carrying the surrounding water.

Wherever the dragon's body went, the water was swept away and merged into the dragon's body to become its scales!

In the blink of an eye, the water dragon expanded to six or seven meters long, with astonishing power!

William's expression turned solemn. He waved his wand, creating another barrier that blocked the water dragon's attack.

But it only held on for a moment before being torn apart by the immense force and began to sway precariously.

William waved his wand, and without warning, a gust of wind arose around him. Then, the entire water dragon exploded outwards from William and Dumbledore as a central axis.

Dumbledore strode forward, and with each step he took, he waved his wand, and the water dragon in front of him advanced a level, shaking the earth like muffled thunder.

William was in a terrible headache and was about to run away when the water dragon suddenly vanished into thin air.

Dumbledore halted his already overwhelming offensive, the old man lowered his wand, and sat dejectedly on the ground, looking as if both crying and laughing.

William wiped the water off his face, slowly walked over, and sat down next to the old man.

He sighed in a condescending tone.

This battle,

It started inexplicably.

The ending was also inexplicable.

Dumbledore gave a wry smile and rubbed his wrinkled face hard.

"William, I'm sorry, I just lost my mind... I did something stupid again. The temptation was too great... the Resurrection Stone..."

He pulled his hand from his wide sleeve and abruptly threw the wand far away to prevent himself from being tempted to take the Resurrection Stone again.

For a moment, Dumbledore could not hide his aged and weary appearance.

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