bookbashuk Chapter 397 "The Light of Madness"! Death: WTF! Who planted a bomb in my head?!
Chapter 397 "The Light of Madness"! Death: WTF! Who planted a bomb in my head?!
Chapter 397 "The Light of Madness"! Death: WC! Who planted a bomb in my head?! (Two chapters combined)
Two days later.
Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
"alright."
Ethan crossed his arms and slowly turned from his swivel chair, staring at Harry, who stood frozen in the doorway.
"Our craniotomy—cough, brain shut-off surgery instruction, shall now begin."
Harry:
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You let something slip; you must have just said what was on your mind!
He stared at the terrifying swirling face and felt that simply standing there was a form of corporal punishment.
"Even though their identities have already been exposed, they're still using Professor Norn's appearance..." Harry muttered to himself. "Ugh, Ravenclaw's damn sense of ritual."
Unlike them, Gryffindor, so simple and unpretentious.
"Please sit down."
Ethan slowly stood up and pointed to the sofa in front of his desk.
At a glance, Harry looked like a young girl just out of her house, hesitant and unwilling to go forward.
So, she gently comforted him, "Perhaps you want to try the Imperius Curse?"
Harry:
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There are so many flaws that I don't even know how to begin criticizing them.
Before Occlumency evolved into a Dark Arts practice lesson, Harry awkwardly walked to the sofa.
The moment I sat down, several straps suddenly extended from both sides of the sofa!
Harry was firmly bound to it, unable to move!
Harry: ? ? ?
"Don't worry, dear Mr. Potter."
Ethan leisurely looked down at the struggling Harry, a pleased smile curving his lips beneath the mask.
"This is a small safety measure to prevent you from suddenly running away and causing deviations in the surgical instruction."
Under Harry's gaze, a mixture of anger and fear.
Ethan took out various props from his pocket one by one.
The scorching lava encased in dragon scales and the overripe berries flowing with rotten juice looked like a string of decaying pupils.
There were also all sorts of medical instruments, gleaming with a chilling light...
Harry also saw a pair of pliers with some kind of rust on them.
"...Can I have Professor Snape teach me now?"
"Harry said in despair."
Looking up, I met a swirling face devoid of any features or expression.
Yet, inexplicably, I sensed a hint of excitement and joy in it.
Just like researchers dealing with lab rats.
Ethan: "Haha, you're really joking."
Harry:
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"Trust me, we can solve your problem in one night—come out, Dr. Birdbeak!"
With a wave of his hand, Ethan unleashed a cloud of black mist that rose into the air!
It landed on the ground and coalesced into a tall, thin human figure.
The beaked doctor who tortured the severely injured Mr. Weasley to the point of "worse than death" in court.
The light shone on the scalpel in his hand, reflecting a chilling glint.
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Staring at the sharp blade, a bead of cold sweat trickled down Harry's forehead.
Headmaster Dumbledore, this is all under your control, isn't it?
"A little pain is normal," Ethan said slowly, raising his hand, "but soon, you'll fall into a baby-like sleep."
"Once you wake up, you'll have learned the Occupation Technique."
The words fell.
Ignoring the savior who blurted out "Wait a minute," Ethan abruptly lowered his hand!
"Ughhhhhh!!!"
With a hoarse scream, a cold glint of light mercilessly pierced Harry's forehead.
The last thing he saw was the mask melting like wax.
And then, those diamond-blue eyes that shimmered with an unusual light.
This brought to Harry's mind the pure white mask he had seen in the Chamber of Secrets during his second year.
The same frenzied light shone in his eyes, just like it did now.
Ethan, when exactly did you start planning all of this?
Filled with grief and awe, Harry's consciousness plunged into the abyss.
[Congratulations! You have achieved the first-ever live painting using the advanced spell "Mermaid's Song"!]
[Another extraordinary painting successfully completed!]
Dark blue subtitles appeared.
After hours of meticulous drawing, what appeared before Ethan's eyes was a flame that resembled the sun, yet was deeper and hotter than the sun's light!
Its core is black, like a sunflower burning brightly.
It exudes an incredibly alluring magic, drawing people's gaze deep into it and then devouring them completely.
Title: The Light of Madness
[Rank: Tier 3 - Golden Legend]
[Type: Spell]
[Effect: A forbidden technique meticulously imprinted within a living body. It transforms the mind into a fiery hell, trapping the intruder and driving them mad with the scorching flames, granting them a powerful, bewitching ability capable of corrupting even the soul.]
[Comment: If you can't learn to shut down your brain, then eliminate all intruders—that makes perfect sense.]
"Phew—it's finally done."
Ethan let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.
My fingers were trembling from exhaustion.
After several hours of focused painting, it felt like performing a major operation.
My brain is throbbing with pain from exhaustion.
Well, that's also possible; it's because I've been staring at the raging fire for too long.
Ethan rubbed his sore eyes; even through his eyelids, the intense light shone through.
It felt as if he was constantly being stared at by those huge, fiery eyes.
It's practically imprinted on my retina.
"Now, even if Harry doesn't learn Occlumency, he'll be somewhat immune to Death's influence."
"It can also give Death a big surprise."
The thought of the Grim Reaper, now infused with Voldemort, invading Harry's mind and revealing his visions was unbearable.
Ethan couldn't help but grin with an innocent smile.
The light of the maniacal fire was incredibly intense.
Even Harry's tightly closed eyes revealed a glint of light, as if he were about to fire a laser.
Uh, I think I accidentally went a little overboard while drawing this.
Ethan scratched his head.
It shouldn't have any impact on Harry himself...
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"Alright, now let's wait for Death's feedback."
Ethan waved his hand and ordered, "Doctor, pack up our savior."
[Hissing...]
"The bird-beaked doctor replied hoarsely."
A white-gloved hand gripped a scalpel, twirling it up and down, reflecting dazzling white light.
Not long after.
The blazing flames burning in Harry's head gradually disappeared beneath it.
Under the influence of magic, the scalp was stitched up and the hair was rejoined.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Only right under Harry's nose was there a flicker of orange-yellow fire.
This indicates an internal change.
late at night.
Turnover Alley is a stinking swamp that even the most vile dark wizards would not set foot in.
A massive figure, hidden in the night, was undulating.
It devours and incubates decay in the quagmire.
How delicious... It's a culmination of countless corpses and resentments, the perfect nourishment for me... Only filth can sustain my body...
[Goo-goo, goo-goo, goo-goo...]
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As he moved, the pink suit that had been taut against his body was stained brown.
It was torn into strips of rag, from which emerged festering sores resembling toads.
After a while, it stopped eating and let out a long sigh.
In the dim moonlight, the tiny, protruding eyeballs rolled around as if sensing something.
After a moment of silence, he broke into a wide grin:
"Is that so...? The poor little sprite who was bullied has already made contact with you..."
Completely in accordance with the revelation of fate... Everything is under control.
The time has come; it is time to follow the will of destiny and begin the plan of a great being.
.!
First, we need to push that lovable savior to the brink!
It grinned, a malicious pleasure welling up inside it.
The once lofty and admired savior is now nothing more than a tiny insect that "it" can toy with at will!
This is the power that fate bestowed upon "it"!
"It" is the chosen one, the one who is blessed!
Once I successfully amend the prophecy... Ethan Vincent, you're doomed!
Words filled with hatred spilled out.
It closed its eyes with practiced ease, relying on the connection etched into its soul.
It traversed space and invaded the almost defenseless brain.
[Ha, what a hopeless, foolish, and weak mortal—hmm?]
It suddenly paused.
Suddenly, an incredibly hot flame shot up from all around "it"!
As if they were alive, they transformed into a vast expanse of fire serpents, frantically tearing and eroding "its" soul!
An unbearable, excruciating pain surged through my entire body.
It was a pain that went directly to the soul, like having countless dull knives repeatedly rubbing against the nerves.
It widened its eyes instantly and let out a shrill scream!
【iii——Customer】
It's so hot! It's so hot!
It clutched its head, feeling as if its head was about to burst open like a watermelon!
His eyes blazed with the same intense flames, like teardrops.
It bewitches "it" and makes "it" see a dark "sun" surrounded by crimson flames.
[What kind of bizarre magic is this?! Damn it, let's retreat first—hehehe...! Hurry...]
..Hahaha!!】
"Bang!"
Accompanied by uncontrollable, maniacal laughter, "it" felt its head explode!
My consciousness was suddenly pulled back to reality.
Suddenly, an orange-yellow flame burst forth from the mud!
【Aaaaaah! My eyes! My eyes!!】
It rolled and screamed desperately, trying to extinguish the flames on its body.
I rubbed my eyes, but all I could feel were empty eye sockets.
The eyeball was melted.
The view was completely dark.
Only the pitch-black sun, imprinted on the soul, looked down upon "it" for so long that it felt a tremor from its very soul!
It never expected that what awaited it was neither an unguarded brain nor a brain that had learned the art of seclusion.
And damn it, it's a brain loaded with bombs!
Is this reasonable?!
【…Damn it, damn it, damn it!!】
It suddenly raised its neck, its empty eye sockets staring into the night, filled with endless hatred and rage, and roared out that name:
Ethan Vincent—!!!
The roar echoed through the alley.
The mice trembled and huddled in the shadows, silent and afraid to squeak.
Huff, huff, huff...
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It gasped for breath, still feeling the pain, its brain feeling as if it were about to split open.
What surprised "it" even more was not just its blind eyes.
Instead, it was his own body that seemed to have been altered by that strange and violent flame.
They became afraid of fire.
Ethan Vincent... is this all you can do? Ha, hahaha...
Let's take a look at what happens when you're betrayed by someone you trusted...
When you witness the person you saved die a tragic death, do you still have the heart to resort to these petty tricks?
It clenched its fists tightly.
A chilling murderous intent surged across his ugly face.
The flesh around the hollow eye sockets wriggled and twisted into larger ears.
[The plan is being moved up. If we can't force our way through the flame barrier... then let that disgusting little elf just deceive Harry Potter directly!]
[Heh heh, kind yet reckless savior, when your closest loved one is arrested, won't the last vestiges of trust you have in that person vanish completely?]
I can't wait to see you all kill each other...hehehehe....
Amidst the sinister laughter, a secret command was silently transmitted to the Black family's ancestral home.
It fell into the mind of Kreacher, the house-elf curled up in the dust.
[Your instruction of Occlumency to Harry successfully prevented an intrusion by an embodiment of destiny!]
[And inflicts irreversible damage on the embodiment of fate!]
Visibility has been significantly reduced.
[At the same time, all individuals who are at odds with fate will be given the "Flame Vulnerability" trait!]
Dawn breaks.
Ethan opened his eyes from the soft professor's bed and stared at the words that appeared before him.
half an hour.
A slow smile curved his lips, his eyes sparkled, and he murmured, "I never expected such a pleasant surprise! Truly an art form created based on high-level magic spells."
"It's amazing that it can change the characteristics of a living organism conceptually."
Flames can damage you.
Isn't this a coincidence?
His ancestral giant portrait is perfect for using a lot of fire magic!
"Those who think they have their destiny in their own hands are actually just being manipulated by it."
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Ethan chuckled, then suddenly thought of something and pondered, "Speaking of which, I should start preparing for conceptual paintings too."
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Using the forbidden Apparition spell from Hogwarts, an absolute forbidden zone was created!
"This time, I won't let any enemy escape."
Ethan licked his lips and said in a hoarse voice.
Just then.
"Coo coo! Coo coo!"
An owl flapped its wings, carrying a letter in its beak, and hooted incessantly outside the window.
"Who would write to me so early in the morning? Could it be Luna?"
Ethan raised an eyebrow, waved his hand, and the window slammed open.
A blast of cold wind swept in instantly, and an owl rushed in like a ball, hurling the letter in its beak at Ethan.
In mid-air, it was lifted up by magic and then slowly fell down.
Ethan casually took it and looked at Shinichi, or rather, it was more like a note than a letter.
The text above, written in crooked handwriting and with a very awkward style, reads:
[To Professor Norn,]
Could you please audit my Magical Creatures Protection class this afternoon during the first period? I've prepared an absolutely fun and exciting lesson! I think you'll love it!
[What you've been waiting for, Haiger]
"Hagrid invited me to his magical creature conservation class... Is he planning to hybridize a Firefox this time?"
Ethan muttered to himself, a smirk playing on his lips, a hint of interest creeping into his heart.
"Hmm...perfect timing. While experiencing Hagrid's Wonderful Forbidden Forest, I can also see if I can catch a molted adult dragon."
It served as fuel for the Founding Giants and was an indispensable ingredient in brewing the Golden Cup Drip.
This trip to the forbidden forest is imperative!