bookbashuk Chapter 319 The Triumph Tournament Ends! Note: The world will permanently enter Hard Mode!
Chapter 319 The Triumph Tournament Ends! Note: The world will permanently enter Hard Mode!
Chapter 319 The Triwizard Tournament Ends! Note: The world will permanently enter Hard Mode! (Seeking monthly votes~)
[Advancement Requirements for Immortals:]
【Condition 1: Break the magic limit (Completed)】
【Condition Two: Soul Fusion Level Exceeds 90% (Completed)】
[Condition 3: Defeat one of the incarnations of fate!]
[Note: Immortality is a prerequisite for advancing to the fourth tier of painting skills!]
"Whoosh!"
A burst of brilliant light shone down on Ethan.
It made him squint his eyes in comfort.
It's like stepping from the Frozen Age into a cozy, peaceful farmhouse.
The massive amount of magic power consumed within the body was restored.
The feeling of fatigue vanished instantly.
"Finally, we've broken through the 90% mark!"
Ethan waved his wand, which had transformed into a paintbrush.
A brilliant color streaks across the sky.
He exclaimed joyfully, "It's also opened up the next advancement path after the Enlightened Ones!"
"Voldemort, you are truly my benefactor!"
Thinking about it that way...
Each time the soul fusion level is greatly improved.
That's when they were beating up Voldemort.
Voldemort, Listen to Me, Thank You for Being There
[Warning! You have seriously disrupted the course of fate, snatching someone from the clutches of death!]
Death is always watching you!
[And they will not hesitate to take your life!]
"boom-
—
A chilling gaze fell from above!
Ethan looked up.
His gaze met that of the blood-red eyeball that was gradually disappearing into the clouds.
Faintly, a question was heard:
Is it really worth it for you to do all this for these ants?
The words fell.
The eyeballs disappeared.
They were banished from this world.
It was at this moment that...
A cheer erupted from behind: "Ethan!!!"
Ethan turned around upon hearing the sound.
I saw figures at the edge of the pit.
Headmaster Dumbledore staggered toward Ariana.
On that wrinkled face, glistening tear tracks were visible.
Professor Snape, with a grim expression, treated the wounded.
It looks like they're going to poison them with a magic potion.
The Weasley twins, supporting each other, were covered in dust and dirt.
He yelled at him and waved frantically.
They threw colorful bombs into the sky, making the professors' foreheads twitch.
Hermione ran towards Harry crying and shouting something like, "I thought you were being cooked!"
Cedric coughed as he pushed himself up from the ground.
He accepted Harry's hug with a completely bewildered expression.
At last.
He grinned foolishly, happily raised the trophy, and shouted, "We are number one!"
The students poured out of the castle like a tide.
In the blink of an eye.
They plunged into the bottom of the pit.
They tightly surrounded Ethan at the center.
They didn't care about whether it was sadomasochistic or not.
Countless arms lifted Ethan up and down.
It's impossible to tell anymore.
Who was the first to shout?
Because at this time.
Ethan's name has resounded throughout this land!
It resounded in everyone's ears!
"Ethan! Ethan! Ethan!!"
"Ethan defeated Voldemort! Ethan is our savior!!"
Countless cries converged into a torrent.
Like the rumbling of drums on the ground, it shook the very sky.
The dark clouds parted, revealing the bright stars and moon.
Gentle and moist, it spread across this scarred land.
The crisis has passed, but it is only temporary.
Ethan raised his hand, gesturing for the students to put him down.
After standing in place.
Ethan looked around.
His gaze swept over Mr. Diggory, who was clutching his son and howling in pain, and over the Mad-Eyed Man sitting on the ground, panting heavily.
It swept across Malfoy's proud and reverent face.
finally.
It landed on a beautiful figure with long, light golden hair.
—Luna.
at this time.
Luna stood on the edge of the giant pit.
His figure was bathed in silvery moonlight.
Like an elf that only appears at night.
He gazed at Ethan with a smile through his clear blue eyes.
It's as if it's saying, "No matter where you go, no matter what happens, I will be with you."
"Don't even think about getting rid of me~"
Ethan's heart settled down.
Looking ahead, one sees rows of people eagerly waiting.
His voice was deep and firm, each word deliberate and clear: "Voldemort has been defeated! But he was never our true enemy!"
"An even greater crisis awaits us ahead!"
"My comrades!"
Isanhudi raised his arms high.
A fervent flame ignited in their eyes: "We are not afraid of hardships, and we will never give up!"
"We must be prepared to fight against fate and strive for a better future that belongs to us!!"
Not worth it?
Humph.
When this fist, a million bolts of power from the combined strength of everyone, strikes your face.
Then you'll know whether it was all worth it or not!
Amid cheers and applause.
Ethan's eyes shone brightly as he shouted, "Fight on, my comrades!"
"From now on, the world will permanently enter Hard Mode!!"
The Weasley twins shouted, "Great! Beat Mr. Lamp!"
Besides Voldemort, the biggest enemy left is Mr. Lamp.
Right, Ethan?
No one died, and no evil forces were resurrected.
A series of dazzling spells shot into the night sky.
The fireworks exploded in a spectacular display of beauty.
Cedric held the trophy high, tears streaming down his face with emotion.
He embraced his father and friends.
Shouting, "I did it! I did it!"
Needless to say.
From now on, no one will ever say that Hufflepuffs are a bunch of "cowards".
If anyone is biased.
Cedric's "close-range tactics" will teach his opponent a lesson.
Harry slumped to the ground, completely exhausted.
murmured:
"...I think I can win that game of Wizard Chess now."
Ron: "Huh?"
Harry gripped his wand tightly and took a deep breath.
A newfound composure shone in his eyes: "I think I understand a little better now, what tactics are, and what 'planning before acting' means."
this time.
He has already deeply experienced the consequences of recklessness.
Although it's unclear why Mr. Lamp didn't kill Cedric... perhaps he was just indulging in his usual playful attitude.
But next time.
Harry didn't think he could be that lucky.
Just then.
"Harry! Are you alright?!"
A familiar shout rang out.
Harry turned around.
He bumped right into his godfather, Sirius Black.
Sirius eagerly cupped his face in his hands.
He rubbed and patted Harry's body up and down.
Like repairing Muggle appliances, he slapped Harry until his head was buzzing.
Sirius Black: "Merlin! Are you hurt? I never expected Voldemort to be lying in ambush in the final battle... I rushed over as soon as I received the news!"
Harry was so dizzy from being rubbed and kneaded.
He stammered, "I... I was fine at first... but you almost made me sick!"
That's what I mean.
Harry felt a warm glow in his heart.
He cherished every moment of care from his family.
Next time, I will never let anyone get hurt because of me again!
Harry patted Sirius's back reassuringly, thinking firmly.
...So, where did Mr. Lamp go after he disappeared?
It was clearly Hogwarts, where Apparition was not an option.
He's such a mysterious person.
Harry thought to himself.
Looking to the other side, Ethan was surrounded by a crowd.
The grand three-way battle for supremacy has finally come to an end.
Hogwarts is naturally number one.
no doubt.
This match will be recorded in history!
Along with the name of its organizer, it has been passed down to posterity.
It will probably become a model case.
[Question: Why is Mr. Ethan Vincent now banned from participating in any competition in any form, following his previous suspension?]
competition is over.
However, for most people, the night was far from over.
Headmaster Dumbledore, with tears in his eyes, tightly embraced the portrait that Ethan had given him.
It felt like an embrace that was decades overdue.
Even if what remains in the world is just a wisp of a soul.
He paused for a moment.
Headmaster Dumbledore smiled.
He took the initiative to bring up the request he had refused from another person years ago, to the equally talented young man in front of him.
the other side.
Mr. Crouch, trembling, released the final spell on his son whom he had finally found.
In the blinding light.
Little Barty has become completely mentally impaired.
Driven by instinct, he stammered out a mouth shape he hadn't made in decades.
I don't know what that is.
It just starts with a letter that looks like a "p".
Amidst the celebrations.
A faint yet intense ray of morning light pierced through the night.
It was splashed on the earth.
【congratulations!】
You have earned the admiration and support of countless people!
[Light brightness increased!]
[You have obtained the Ancient Magic: Gravity Magic Fragment!]
Produce