An azure magical meteorite streaked through the air, and a sharp whine was heard in the darkness.

Three of them hit the heads of three elves with unmistakable accuracy.

It was like a stone hitting an egg, and in the next second, the goblin's brain exploded to the ground.

The last piece, Ron controlled, galloped towards the wizard who was still alive.

As the only person present who reacted.

He subconsciously cast an iron armor spell and successfully resisted the meteorite for a moment.

But the situation has not yet been clarified. The next moment, his eyes were occupied by a green light, so bright—the only thought left in his head at the end of his life.

Then, the green light of the Killing Curse completely consumed him.

Koyatl lowered his wand.

Then he walked briskly towards the depths of the cave.

Although there was some surprise on Ron's face, Owen often used this trick, he didn't say anything, and hurriedly followed.

In just a few steps, the two of them came to the row of wooden stakes.

Honestly, the dead people on the ground and the brain-splattering goblins are scary enough.

But compared to the above, it's nothing.

Vaguely, Ron wasn't even sure if he was having a nightmare or if he was facing reality.

His thoughts stopped completely.

It's like a permanent glacier that has been frozen for thousands of years.

Just stared blankly, staring at the carved heretical false gods, covered with dense, scripture-like ancient runi characters.

For a moment, he could look at the strange statue from the top of the stake, which seemed to be a myriad of tentacles, motly intertwined. It was like a strange sense of familiarity in the cluttered bushes.

There was a low murmur in my ears.

The timbre is neutral, he can't tell the difference between men and women, he is guided, he wants to speak, he wants to shout, or scream.

Ron felt like he must have lost his head.

For he heard his name in those whispers.

"Wake up."

Suddenly there was a low roar, and intense pain in the abdomen.

Ron's pupils moved again.

"Uh-" He clutched his stomach in pain and half-knelt on the ground.

Tears and snot flowed together.

This punch Koyatl did her best, it is hard to say, she has no malicious revenge in it.

But at this critical juncture, she shouldn't have such a mind.

Probably?

In fact, after punching Ron, her own legs trembled, and the intense headache caused him to collapse to the ground.

Spiritual invasion madness strikes.

She had to quickly empty her brain, and she used her brain glency technique with all her strength to barely resist.

Normally, she wouldn't be so vulnerable.

But - the psychic invasion is related to the wizard's current mental condition, and if there is a sudden blow and the will is at its lowest point, then the invasion will be easier.

And what made her lose her heart.

Undoubtedly, it was the unscrupulous man under the stake.

Koyatl pressed her hands to the ground, barely supporting her upper body.

Her hands trembled with great fear.

For a while, there was still a part of her body that didn't listen to her.

Foul stench—a rich stench spread across the tip of her nose.

Subconsciously, Koyatl looked up again.

Oh my!

With just one look, she closed her eyes completely.

She. She saw four people.

She wasn't sure if the other party was still alive.

That's because each of their bodies has been beaten, squeezed, twisted and torn to varying degrees.

And what is really going to kill them is a spore-like [flower bud] covered with countless tentacles

The bud grows in the mouths of the poor.

The tiny, hair-stranded tentacles are produced clinging to their faces, from the eyes, noses, ears, scurrying in or out.

There were too many - she couldn't tell.

She only saw that the tentacles of the hair had wrapped most of the flesh and blood.

The rest is only the face.

"What is this—what is it!" Ron said distractedly.

Then he staggered to his feet.

"I don't know." Koyatl held the stone milk on the side and stood up as well, "Maybe- is it the rebirth ritual of the [Pretender]?" I've only seen it on a fragment in the Purge's secret library. ”

"Reborn?" Ron's pupils constricted.

With Hermione, the witness, and the intense coverage of the Daily Prophet during this time, it is impossible for him not to know what it is.

"Mandy Bloch

Stephen Kornford

Tracy Davis

Kevin Entwisle"

He clutched his wand tightly, unable to calm down.

So Voldemort didn't kill them - just to take their bodies and then infiltrate Hogwarts?

Definitely!

This is the only possible way.

"Kill them." Koyatl gritted his teeth and tensed his body, "I can't let the monster succeed in rebirth. ”

She pulled out her wand and aimed it at the poor man under the stake.

And just as she was about to cast a spell, a pair of hands—suddenly interrupted her.

The girl was stunned for a moment.

looked at the owner of the hand.

It's Ron.

The successive blows in the past few days have turned this boy, who was once vigorous and energetic, into a sallow skin and dull eyes, like a wax figure placed in the basement with ashes.

At this point, Ron was staring at her with a gaze that had never appeared in his eyes before.

It was a look of anger mixed with sadness and pain.

Fear, anxiety, and cannibalistic anger hid under his gloomy countenance.

That kind of look, the girl has ever seen.

That's who she used to be.

Only then she became numb.

Learned to disguise.

"This is my classmate."

Crazy voices rang in Ron's head.

Countless cacophony sounds, like pouring water into boiling oil, exploded the pot.

An irrepressible torrent broke through his inner defenses and drowned him in endless pain and anger.

"Let me come."

It was an unquestionable voice, and it was completely devoid of the power to give Koyatl a choice.

And the latter did not mean to encroach on it.

Instead, she stepped back behind the boy.

The tip of the wand spits out a faint cloud of smoke.

"Peacefully guarded."

"Protect them all."

"Close your ears and listen."

Three protective spells support a transparent screen.

Wrap them inside.

Inside, no matter what sound it makes, it can't reach the outside.

Ron didn't notice Koyatl's subtle assistance.

He had little sanity left at the moment, and it was not easy to tell who was from those faces wrapped in [flower buds] and the bare half of his faces.

Everything else, including the strange and treacherous buildings around him, and the spell cast by Koyatl behind him, was too far away for him.

It's too far away.

"I'm sorry."

A kind of compassion.

A primal desire to destroy.

An irrepressible karmic fire of anger erupted at this moment.

Bright, eerie flames appeared at the tip of his wand.

The orange-red halo, like ripples in the water, spread out in an instant.

It was a fire spell.

But at this moment, the power of the spell was much more powerful than the ordinary fire spell.

Ron didn't realize any of that.

His fiery red hair stretched the ends as if it had come to life in the light of the fire.

The rising heat whipped his clothes.

Koyatl watched quietly, and for a moment she only felt familiar.

The figure in front of him seems to be merged with a statue from hundreds of years ago.

It was dug up by the elves somewhere else.

They hated and disdained the statue.

Mixed emotions led them to completely destroy the statue the day after they found it.

But the photo was left.

Probably to show off, to show off their booty.

And that picture she had seen.

She remembered that she had investigated the identity of the statue.

Anyone who can make the goblins hate, she is interested.

What was the man's name?

It was so long that she had forgotten a little.

It's like it's called - Shanee Weasley!

"Boom!"

In an instant, a great flame consumed the four wretched bodies, and from their mouths a terrible, miserable, painful, multiple—eight screams.

The sound lingered, blessed in the empty cavern, and became louder and louder in Ron's ears.

He staggered.

But still standing.

The body shape makes people palpitate.

No one knows what he was going through at this time.

The only thing that can be sure is that this grotesque everything, the screams that will never go away, will become his eternal nightmare.

- Flame - Flame - Flame

The flame burns and goes out.

Only the fainting remains were left to see.

He put the remains away.

Koyatl provided some cloth bags.

He gathered it in and put it in the girl's pocket.

- Something had to be put in the coffin where he was buried.

At least not well-dressed.

Koyatl removed many protective charms.

Ron was silent, and suddenly his face flashed fiercely.

For he saw the two corpses of the wizard lying on the ground, without a single scar on their bodies.

He stared angrily at the corpses, as if wondering why they were intact.

Why they are intact.

They're the bad guys.

They should have been burned at the stake.

Anger and unwillingness, under the influence of some treacherous force, exploded, and he was almost about to raise his wand and recite the spell.

Just then, Koyatl stopped him.

"They're still useful." She said.

And grabbed the boy's hand.

"You've been affected — some too deeply."

Everyone in this obelisk is affected by the damned, blasphemous force.

And one's anger, resentment, these emotions that stir the soul will speed up this process.

Speed up the process of turning people into madness.

Koyatl sighed, there was no pick-me-up or energizing tonic left in her purse.

She knew the Happiness Spell, but the spell only pretended to make people happy, and the sadness and anger in her heart could not be concealed.

The boy in front of him has come to the end of the sea of reason, and one step further is the endless abyss of madness.

At this time, it is a competition of willpower.

In a trance—she would have come up with the ridiculous idea that if it was that Granger, there would be a better way here.

In the face of the battered boy, she couldn't even say words of comfort, she had never comforted others, she didn't have this ability.

In the end, Koyatl could only learn to give Ron a hug as he remembered the men and women.

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Although the boy in front of him was on the verge of collapse, he was still sensible after all.

At least he wouldn't have cast a killing curse at him.

Ron looked at her in disgust.

The girl turned a deaf ear.

After the hug, she crouched down and pulled a few hairs from the heads of the two wizards.

Two more bottles of magic potions were taken out of their fanny packs.

I looked at the pocket watch wrapped around my left hand.

The present time was determined.

He then opened the cap, added the hair to the potion, and handed Ron a pair.

"Any idea what this is?" She asked.

"Polyjuice decoction." Ron said sinisterly.

"Correct." Koyatl looked at him, "Gryffindor should add ten, right?" ”

She tried to lighten the mood, but Ron didn't respond, he swallowed all the potions in one gulp without even looking at her.

The girl sighed softly, held up the potion, and said, "I wish you good health." ”

Then he drank the compound decoction in his hand as well.

In the next second, a wave of heat came from their abdomen, and the skin of their whole bodies seemed to come to life and had their own independent consciousness.

They squirm wildly, driving the fat, driving the organs.

Driving the facial features, he began to change his position.

Soon—the change was violent, lasting about five or six seconds, and the skin fell silent again.

The figures of the two have changed dramatically.

A short, balding man with gray hair, a mouse-like face, and a pointed nose.

His right hand is missing an index finger and his other hand is gloved.

The other became a lean man, tall and gloomy, with a grim and cruel face.

He had a long scar on his face, it must have been caused by black magic, otherwise it would have healed a long time ago.

"It's really unlucky." The bald short man opened his mouth.

Only then did he notice that one of the dead bodies on the ground actually belonged to Peter Pettigrew.

This traitor has escaped from the battle at the top of Azkaban.

It's a mouse.

The other - he didn't know it, but Harry did.

After the Battle of Azkaban, the Daily Prophet published photographs of several dark wizards, including this one.

"Durant." Ron said.

Voldemort had a loyal dog.

The scar on his face was carved by Sirius. Harry talked about it a lot.

"Just remember who you are." Koyatl said gloomily against Durant's face.

She waved her wand.

The ground beneath its feet suddenly came alive, and it opened its dark, deep jaws and devoured the two corpses, along with the corpses of the fairies, in one gulp.

Then he took control of a few more stones and transformed into the reborn form of the Pretender.

After doing all this, he turned to look at Ron, who was disguised as Peter Pettigrew, "If my childhood memories are correct, then the next is the core area of the Obelisk." ”

She pointed, the arch in the distance.

"We're likely to meet countless Death Eaters, Cleaners, and Dementors, all on the fly."

"Understood." Ron said expressionlessly.

Gloomy and terrible.

Seeing this, Koyatl stopped talking, and hid her wand in the long sleeve of her right hand so that she could react quickly to any unexpected event.

Ron hid his wand as well.

In this way, the two fell silent, and one after the other walked into the arch that looked like the mouth of the abyss.

Although the two of them were ready for the worst.

But when they actually stepped into the arch and saw the abyss less than ten feet on either side of the stone bridge beneath their feet, they still couldn't control the chill all over their bodies.

In an instant, the fear that came to his face came into view without warning, and he saw that the abyss at the bottom of the valley could be seen at a glance, and countless bones were piled up.

No - it wasn't bones, it was supposed to be a dried corpse.

They didn't want to admit it, but the flesh and blood of those dried corpses, and even the souls, might have been eaten by some kind of higher-level evil monster.

Although there were no wounds on the corpses' bodies, from their desperate expressions, the terrifying cries that were like abstract paintings were enough to shatter anyone's inner defenses.

The two people in disguise could only hold on and not bow their heads.

But in the distance—the faint green glow of the hellish vestibule, where thousands of ghosts howled, still stirred their hearts.

If you can, fainting must be the most merciful relief.

I saw that at the end of the glimmer stone bridge, countless human corpses were densely piled up.

They had become one with the huge cave island.

It's like a dark painting by some painter, or – it's hell at all.

A horrible hell that can eat people and wipe them clean.

Whether it's Koyatl or Ron.

They all clenched their fists tightly.

It is to restrain the fear in the heart, but also to suppress the unspeakable anger.

The steps under my feet grew heavier and heavier.

Stone bridges lead to the island from all sides, from other places, and even from the collapsed site of the obelisk.

There, there were countless Muggles, like lambs to the slaughter, numb by about a hundred Dementors in the sky.

Force them to hell.

Life by life, just like a maple tree in late autumn in front of them, is just a gust of wind, and countless leaves fall with a flutter.

A sad mood arose.

But they knew that they couldn't be exposed, and they had more important things to do.

"Why are you here?"

The island is home to numerous ruins of ancient buildings, which may have been inhabited many years ago.

But with the passage of time, even the granite buildings have been partially reduced to dust under the erosion of time, and the guardians have long since disappeared into history.

In front of the remains of an early medieval building, Bellatrix Lestrange walked over with a flat face.

She asked, her tone mixed with an indescribable majesty.

"It takes a while for their bodies to get used to their rebirth, and they don't need us anymore." Koatl's disguised Durant casually lied in an attempt to confuse the past.

"Really?" Bellatrix looked at the two people in front of him with a pair of gray eyes, "The sacrifice is over soon, if you are here to witness the master's ultimate sublimation, then it is the right time." ”

She said inexplicably.

It seems to be a reminder of something.

Koyatl's pupils constricted, and the sacrifice was about to end?

It's running out of time.

"Alright - two useless waste, get out of the way, don't disturb the Dark Lord's elegance at this time." Bellatrix suddenly changed his face and scolded, then turned and disappeared into the ancient buildings.

(End of chapter)