Yin corpse.

It is a very common demon in the wizarding world.

In the Middle Ages, many shamans would make Yin corpses to watch over the home.

There are even some wizards who will make themselves into a yin corpse when their limit is approaching, and then lie down in a coffin to surprise the tomb robbers who come after.

For now, after the end of the long Dark Middle Ages, modern wizards almost always think that making a Yin corpse is evil and inhumane.

But in reality, this magic from the African continent didn't have any anxiety about the word evil in the first place.

On the contrary, ancient sorcerers who sought to resurrect from the dead believed that the Yin Corpse represented a new path of magic.

From Egypt to Haiti, from Africa to South America, this spell began as a high-level magic that only the noblest and most prestigious people would 'enjoy'.

In the ancient African tribes, only heroes who had made great contributions were honored, and ancient sorcerers would use extremely elaborate means to make them far more powerful than the current Owen and their sight of Yin corpses.

They will be undying warriors who will continue to protect the Horde.

This is the highest honor.

That is, the evil Europeans stole this technology, and then after years of transformation by dark wizards, they gradually transformed this spell into this form, a pure black magic.

Compared with the authentic ancient Yin corpse, the modern Yin corpse is cheaper, the combat effectiveness is more stretched, and the face is more hideous.

It's also easier to deal with.

For example, flames, flames can effectively kill and injure such Yin corpses.

The difference is that Voldemort has set a lot of restrictions in the cave,

The power of the flame magic has been greatly reduced, and there is water everywhere, which is also a kind of protection for the Yin Corpse.

Therefore, unless it is black magic such as the Flame Charm, it is difficult for conventional magic to cause any damage to the Yin Corps.

Not to mention, Harry, it was the first time they had faced these living dead.

Fear is human nature.

"You dead people have been in contact with it last semester, and you're still afraid of a little yin corpse."

On the island, Owen is still using his unique way to cheer up the two little wizards.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other.

I have a little reference in mind.

Owen was right, compared to the dead who could not be destroyed, the Yin corpse that could be expelled by flames did not seem to be a big deal.

It's just that no one thought that they would deal with such dark creatures in such a gloomy place.

If it was on the plains of Hogwarts, they certainly wouldn't be afraid.

But - it's too dark around!

"Alright, the battle is about to begin." Dumbledore motioned to everyone.

Then he stretched out his wand, and a little starlight condensed on the tip of the Elder Wand, and then the light fell, sinking into the lake.

It's like a signal.

The surface of the lake is no longer smooth as a mirror, but is stirring violently.

The dark surface of the lake suddenly began to churn.

It's like boiling water.

Then countless white heads and hands poked out of the ink-like water, men, women, children, and even some non-human creatures.

Goblins, elves, and humanoid magical beasts.

They all struggled and floated towards the rocks with sunken, visionless eyes.

"The flames are blazing!" Faced with such a terrifying scene, Hermione directly took out her wand and quickly threw out the spell.

The blazing flames instantly forced back some of the Yin Corpses, but the usefulness seemed to be too obvious, because there were too many Yin Corpses crawling out of the water, and they gathered together as if they had their own air conditioning, and in a short time, the flames on Hermione's wand were compressed to an extremely thin level.

"Divided!" Harry panicked, "All petrified! ”

"There are many obstacles!"

In an instant, like a magic machine gun, he quickly threw out many spells, the red light flashed, and the Yin corpse was hit, and then fell into the lake with a "plop".

But soon they crawled out again.

Hands like withered hands swept across the lake, hollow, foggy eyes staring at Harry, water-soaked rags dragged behind him, sunken faces with hideous expressions, some of them even less able-bodied, blistered bodies looked terrifying.

"Don't worry, Harry." Sirius said, "If you can't aim, wait until they're close before casting a spell." ”

Harry nodded, grasped the wand in his hand, and stared at the corpse in front of him.

After a few breaths, some more Yin Corpses climbed up the rocks, and with their hands soaked white from the lake, it crawled forward quickly, as if to pounce on Harry.

"Divided!" Harry shouted again, waving his wand in the air.

The red light flashed, and the head of the Yin corpse was like a balloon that had been popped, and it exploded in an instant, and then it suddenly fell to the ground and never got up again.

"Nice attack, aim for their heads!" Sirius waved his wand, whizzing out several spells and knocking down three or four Yin Corpses at the same time, "Yin Corpses are not wizards, they don't need to be so gentle. ”

"Indeed~~What are you doing so gently~" Owen knocked on the spell Harry threw and complained silently.

As he spoke, he raised his wand, and then, several infinite blades slashed out, like invisible swords, directly chopping several nearby Yin corpses into eight pieces like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Shadowless!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Owen looked at Hermione on the side proudly, "Aim at their heads, magic is also biological, if you fall off your head, you have to die!" ”

"Oh~ that's not a good adjective because they're already dead."

Hermione was a little annoyed by Owen's defiant look.

She!

The dignified Gryffindor female god of war, how could she admit defeat in such a 'small scene'!

As she spoke, she swung her wand violently, and the gravel under her feet was suddenly controlled by her, and then a transformation spell hit the stone, and the fragment that was originally only the size of a fist swelled in the wind, and in a few breaths it swelled to the waist thickness of several adult wizards.

Then she swung her spell and blasted the stone out like a cannonball.

The blow smashed a bloody stump directly into the surface of the lake. The scene was quite bloody and shocking.

"Amount"

This little witch is thinking of the MVP of the strong buddy!

Owen could see that if there were fewer Yin Corpses here, and if they didn't come up from all directions, and there were no strange magical restrictions, Hermione alone would have the strength to defeat them.

It was even easier than he thought.

After all, the brainless Yin Corpse is still much easier than the little wizard who can still throw spells during the Academy War.

More than a dozen little wizards teamed up to help Hermione, let alone a rookie-like corpse.

Owen held his breath as he watched Hermione.

Sneaking a sneak glance at Dumbledore.

I found that the old headmaster was holding a magic wand and looking at the lake leisurely, without any emotion at all.

He knew he had to unleash some illegal magic.

"If you want to use the Fire Charm, you might as well wait." Just then, Dumbledore's voice rang out, "You can try the new magic you've just acquired." ”

He said seriously.

Seems to be quite interested in ancient magic.

Hearing Dumbledore's prompt, Owen was also suddenly curious about the extra magic in his body.

The silver magic seemed to be no different from his original magic.

He might be able to cast a spell directly with this magic.

As he spoke, Owen tentatively raised his wand.

Recite the fire spell solemnly, "The flame is blazing!" ”

In the next second, the tip of his wand suddenly lit up with a strong fluorescent.

As if as a signal, an astonishing wave of magic erupted from his body, followed by flames.

Flames burst out from under his feet.

It was like a bulging gas, scorching towards the surroundings.

"Whew! Oh, my God! ”

Harry raised his arms, subconsciously trying to dodge the flames.

But the moment the flames burned him, they dispersed automatically, and then reunited behind him.

Rush towards the group of Yin Corpses.

"Merlin's beard!" Sirius exclaimed.

He could hear Owen's spell reciting it.

It was just a fire spell.

It's just a fire spell.

How can it be so powerful!

In front of me, the entire lake was burning.

The orange-red flame is like a mirror in the water. The translucent innuendo.

The flames are blazing.

There is only the figure on the island, who is at the very center of the flames. It was as if he were the king of King's Landing, and everything was just his people.

"This bonus~" Owen was also taken aback by the bonus of ancient magic.

This power is unprecedented.

Even Dumbledore couldn't use ordinary spells with this power.

The flames on the surface of the lake were already boiling like clouds.

If it weren't for the fact that it already had a tendency to extinguish, if it could continue to burn, I really couldn't imagine that there was any need for the Fire Curse to exist.

"Is this ancient magic?" The old headmaster muttered.

It was the first time he had seen such magic in reality.

This power.

It's no wonder that each generation of Guardians chooses their heirs rigorously.

It's too dangerous.

The battle continues.

Hermione seems to have discovered that Transfiguration works far better than other spells.

She controls a blue-black boulder by the lake.

With the blessing of the powerful transformation magic, the stone seemed to come to life, and began to change, first the arms and legs, then the head and body.

Although the outline was extremely rough, she could barely make out that it was very similar to the troll she had dealt with in her first year.

Even they have a huge stick.

As we all know, trolls are terrifying monsters that are twelve feet tall and weigh more than a ton, and Hermione's transformation is naturally not that big!

But there are also about seven or eight feet.

A slap knocked down a large area.

There was a loud grinding sound between the rocks, and the noise filled everyone's ears.

Everyone watched with some surprise as Hermione waved her wand.

Dumbledore and Sirius looked at Hermione with the same glint of wonder in their eyes.

This little witch is more powerful than they can imagine.

During his time at Hogwarts, Sirius initially thought that the young wizards seemed to be more powerful than when he was a young man, but as he went deeper and deeper, the more he realized that they were more than a star.

And among these children, there is a group that is stronger than the average child.

He had known Hermione and Harry for a long time.

But only now did he understand the power of ordinary young wizards at Hogwarts.

Harry, on the other side, was not to be outdone.

He hadn't morphed some kind of beast like Hermione did, and to be honest, his transfiguration wasn't that good.

But the spell he unleashed shocked his godfather.

Because that's just too much.

It's like there's no spell that Harry won't.

You know, he's only in the third grade!

Spells like the Disarming Charm, the Explosion Charm, the Upside-Down Bell, the Upside-Down Bell, and so on, he and Jaime also began to master slowly after the fifth grade.

But how old is Harry, and the end of his third year?

It was clear that he had mastered these spells in his third year, or even earlier.

Oh, my God!

Sirius let out an exclamation.

He knew that he should have led the Gryffindor little wizards to fight with the Slytherins anyway, at least to see how good the little wizards really were.

Now he has too many surprises.

As for Owen, he began to experiment with various other spells.

Like Freeze, Cut, Blast.

With the blessing of ancient magic, these originally simple spells have undergone earth-shaking changes, in short, the power has been qualitatively improved.

But he could feel that that power should not only change the power of his spell, but also that there should be something deeper.

It would take him to study it after he left here, and he didn't have time to explore that kind of thing right now.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The lake is quiet again!

Owen had almost forgotten how many spells he had cast.

It was only when he felt that his arms were starting to ache that he stopped.

To date, they have found no trace of Regulus.

"What's going on, there's still no trace of Regulus." Owen complained.

Unleashing ancient magic seems to be particularly physically demanding, plus he hasn't eaten much in the morning, and he's hungry now!

"Kreacher !!" Sirius roared, staring at the house-elves.

"Young Master Regulus fell into the water here, Kreacher saw it, Kreacher saw it~~~" Obviously, the spirit of the house-elf at this time was a little strange.

It looked at the lake with frightened eyes and red eyes, and kept scooping up some stumps and broken arms from the water to identify them, but alas, none of them belonged to Regulus.

And every time it drops a piece of minced meat, the trepidation on its face increases.

Now it's terrifying.

"Did you cheat on me?" Sirius rushed over and grabbed Kreacher by the neck. There was fire in his eyes.

If his gaze had been warm at this point, then Owen believed that Kreacher would not have been ignited in less than a second.

"Calm down, Sirius!" Dumbledore stopped him. Then he calmly looked at Kreacher, whose eyes were also red and swollen, and tears the size of beans were dripping down.

"Kreacher can't find the young master, Crouch has lost the young master!" Kreacher cried.

Sitting on a bare rock, like a child, crying out heartbreakingly.

The voice moved everyone.

The only little witch present, Hermione, even had red eyes.

"Alright, calm down!" The old headmaster continued, his words seemed to have some kind of magic, which made Kreacher, who was already on the verge of collapse, seem to be a little better, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head to look at him blankly, "What else did you see at that time besides Regulus falling into the water?" ”

"Still?"

Kreacher stared at the water.

Kreacher saw the light. Very bright light! ”

"The silver light was like—like—Master Rozier had just come out of the tip of his wand." Kreacher suddenly looked at Owen. Pointing at him with his finger.

"Me?" Owen looked at the wand in his hand.

Then he looked at the lake.

"Really?"

As he spoke, he once again mobilized the ancient magic in his body.

Then push all the terrifying power into the bottom of the lake.

"It can't be, right?" He muttered to himself.

From the very beginning of entering this cave, Owen had a strong feeling that there was absolutely something buried here.

But it was Voldemort's burial place after all, and he only thought it was the effect of the spell that the guy had placed on him, and then when he controlled the ancient magic that he had traveled, that feeling diminished a little, but it still came from the bottom of the lake.

Owen didn't care, because it might be some ancient magic at the bottom of the lake, and he didn't pull it out across the lake.

But when the Yin corpses at the bottom of the lake began to decrease in large numbers, through the enchanted lake, he seemed to see a fluorescence coming from underneath.

He thought it was his own delusion!

"Is there really an ancient magic relic in this place?"

It seems to be to corroborate what Owen said.

Suddenly, the calm surface of the lake blistered, and then more and more.

Then two tall stone pillars burst out of the water, and the obsidian stone pillars began to intertwine rapidly as if they were alive.

And then in the shocked eyes of everyone.

Stone pillars weave together a large gate.

Resplendent gates.

It is engraved with an ancient logo. A symbol that looks like a burning flame.

"Gotcha! The quest has entered the second scene. Owen complained.

Then he looked back at Professor Dumbledore.

"It seems to be a relic of ancient magic, possibly left by an ancient wizard who mastered ancient magic."

"Looks like it is." Dumbledore silently recited a few spells.

An invisible magic surged from his body to his surroundings.

But—he didn't feel anything strange.

The gate in front of him was an ordinary door for him, and he couldn't feel any magic at all.

"Is this ancient magic?"

"You have to use ancient magic to detect ancient magic."

"Will Regulus be in there?" Sirius said eagerly, he didn't care about any ancient magic, he was here to find his brother.

Nothing is more important than his goal.

Of course, all of this is premised on Harry's safety. If Harry is threatened, then he will abandon the adventure.

"Just go in and have a look!" As he spoke, Owen waved his wand, and the door slowly opened as if it had been inspired by some kind of calling.

It's a pity that the crowd didn't see the scenery inside.

(End of chapter)