The screaming shack was dimly lit.

The terrifying wallpaper all tells that there was once a werewolf.

John walks through the shack and arrives in the same room where Boggart was found.

When the cabinet was removed, a gap was left open.

He didn't walk in, he stood outside.

Turning to the other room, he was sure that someone had come in the screaming shack.

The dust on the ground was thinned.

Walking to a door, the moonlight happened to be pouring into the room, and through the shadows on the ground, John could confirm that someone was inside.

Through a door, he didn't push it open.

"Tell me, what should I do?" He asked his doubts.

The moonlight was obscured by the clouds, and the shadows disappeared.

John stared at the crack in the door below.

Suddenly, a note came out from underneath.

John picked it up and looked at it.

"Born to die."

He looked at the handwriting, looked at the door again, and still didn't push it open.

He turned and went downstairs.

The eye is drawn to a box.

He walked over and picked up the box, looking back deeply behind him.

It seemed that a figure was there, blurry and invisible.

Walking out of the screaming shack, he had an extra box in his hand.

Through the passage when it came, there was a raised stone under the beating willow.

Remove the stone, and inside is a water urchin bottle no bigger than your thumb.

The blood inside glowed a vivid red glow in the moonlight.

...

The starlight in the Star Society is as beautiful as the outside.

From the establishment of the Star Society to the present, this super-large alchemy machine has never stopped moving.

Starlight shines on the round table under the dome.

The round table separates to reveal the arsenal below.

The boiling cauldron never seemed to stop, and the smoke jumped back and forth between appearing and returning.

John walked down the stairs to the cauldron.

The liquid in the pot was always tumbling and it seemed that the last thing was missing.

John slit his wrist open, and blood dripped into the cauldron.

The boiling liquid cools down quickly.

His other hand was opened, and a wave of magic was poured into it.

The liquid in the cauldron parted on both sides, turning into two red dragons that swirled in it. 33

The red dragon pulled a whirlpool, and as the liquid swirled, the white smoke came out again.

This time, John pulled out his wand.

The wand acts like an exhaust fan, absorbing all the white smoke that comes out.

The red oak wand became illusory, and John's right hand was covered in silver.

He raised his wand, and the stars in the dome burst into light.

The light of the stars converged into an extremely bright beam of light and fell.

The magic crystals made by absorbing mana every day release their power at this moment, creating magic power that is 100 times more powerful than the last time.

A slight crack appeared in the illusory wand, and John was hit by the force, and his pale face turned red.

His Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the blood that was about to come out.

Under the pressure of the huge magic power, his body was almost enveloped in it.

Squeezing a low roar out of his throat, John gripped his wand.

"The stars are moving."

The wand visibly bent to the naked eye, like a piece of bamboo being bent.

Just moving, it's a long wrestle.

The red dragon in the cauldron showed signs of dispersing.

John also became anxious.

His breathing became rapid, and with his efforts, the massive pillar of magical light moved towards the cauldron.

The wand was firmly attached to the vast amount of magic and bent to a terrifying degree.

Finally, the magic came into contact with the cauldron.

The red dragon inside was hit by the magic and roared as if it had come to life.

John nearly collapsed, and as soon as he let go of his hand, his wand was ejected and plunged straight into the wall of the arsenal.

But John couldn't let up, he forced himself to stand up.

Holding the crown in his two hands, in the starlight like a brilliant rainbow, a gorgeous crown was condensed in his hands.

He gazed at the crown and placed it on his head.

As if nothing had changed.

But in the dark, he felt that he had something more.

That's wisdom.

Those who pursue it, ask for it but can't get it.

He who forsaken already has it.

At that moment, John looked at the cauldron, and his movements were so appropriate.

Silver-covered fingers poke into the red dragon's body.

It seems to have burst a balloon, and the red dragon burst.

He reached into his pocket and opened the bottle with the powder.

The fiery red powder fell into it, and the restless liquid became calm.

"Finally, a little bit of mysterious substance from the magician."

John chanted incantations like a hymn.

That mysterious substance, called feelings.

The point in between is finer than the dust.

As you fall into the cauldron, the liquid of the magic cooking instantly evaporates.

The brilliant pillar of mana stopped suddenly.

Losing its pressure, the crucible broke free of its restraints and flew out.

After landing, a huge amount of smoke rose from the crucible and enveloped the Star Society.

It wasn't hot, it was something moist and cool like a mist.

John couldn't see through the kind of thing either, and he made his way through the white expanse and saw the crucible, which was still intact.

"Click."

There was a crisp cracking sound, and as John watched, the cauldron began to break in half from the middle and fell.

The fallen crucible touched the ground, and the impact caused both halves of the crucible to shatter into countless pieces at the same time.

"Well, it's incomplete." John muttered, and walked over to the crucible with hope and anticipation.

He could hear his heart pounding.

The physical discomfort seems to have improved at this moment as well.

Finally, this not too long distance was completed.

With apprehension, he carefully picked up the pieces one by one.

It's like digging for gold in a dangerous mine, and he is careful every time.

Finally, as he picked up a triangular fragment, he saw the color of blood shining from underneath.

The mist gradually dissipated, and the blood-colored color was clear and clear as the starlight shone in.

John picked it up, and the moment he touched it, he realized that none of this was a dream.

"It worked."

Despite the prediction, John couldn't help but laugh.

He staggered to his feet, his body covered in dust and mess.

The arsenal is also somewhat unrecognizable.

His hand gripped the thing tightly and held it high.

Looking around, he smiled wryly.

"Thankfully there's magic."

He took off the crown from his head, and the crown turned into a starlight and disappeared into his hands.

After some searching, he found his wand.

The red oak wand was embedded in the wall, and it took a lot of effort for John to pull it out.

Thankfully, the wand itself was hard and strong, otherwise John would have had to find a new wand.

Stepping out of the arsenal, he found that the fog seemed to have taken root in the Society.

"Well, it can be used as a weather for the Star Society." John raised his wand, and the mist floated toward the dome.

The original starry dome has something like clouds.

When the fog cleared, John felt less tired in his body.

Perhaps this is the mood that drives the physical and mental well-being.

John even thought about going to the prefect's bathroom to take a shower.

After all, it's a bit of a dead end now.

As soon as he said he would do it, he went to the prefect's bathroom.

Meimei let herself take a bath.

It's just that he looked down and saw that there were dense black veins on his body.

He looked up to the other side again.

There is a mirror there.

"It's just an illusion." He saw himself in the mirror and said.

In the mirror, the black veins in his neck have extended to his cheeks.

He rubbed his brow, his throat tickled, and he coughed.

Black blood soaked the ground, and he gulped out black blood.

On that pale face, the black lines became more pronounced.

It makes him look completely hideous and terrifying.

Cleaning the black blood away, he heard movement coming from the pool.

Looking back, he saw myrtle.

"John?" The myrtle, who used to be greedy for men, now looks at John and the black blood in a daze.

She was stunned for a moment, then flew over and said, "You're going to die?" Can you become a ghost when you die? ”

John looked at Myrtle, who didn't seem to be sad, and couldn't help but choke up speechlessly.

If you don't comfort me, forget it, curse me.

...

Hogwarts has a subject that can be learned by both wizards and Muggles.

It's just that both have one thing in common, and that is that learning can be extremely painful.

Malfoy knows this very well.

He still doesn't understand why he did what he did when he wrote about the elven rebellion of the eighteenth century.

However, under the exam, all beings are equal.

The Marchie class was invigilated, and they returned to the auditorium.

"John, you didn't sleep well yesterday?" When Malfoy saw John's face, he couldn't help but joke: "Are you afraid that you won't be able to remember, I also know this." ”

"By the way, aren't you hot, with such a high collar?"

John gave him a blank look and sneered, "You'd better figure out where the elven rebellion of the eighteenth century started. ”

When Malfoy thought about it, he sadly found that he couldn't remember.

"It's over."

He wails in despair, and John laughs, then coughs.

The cough is a bit severe.

Malfoy frowned, and was about to ask, when he heard the candidates enter.

...

Some people died, but not completely......