bookbashuk Chapter 301 Petrified Little Barty! The best way to prevent the competition details from being leake
Chapter 301 Petrified Little Barty! The best way to prevent the competition details from being leake
Chapter 302 Petrified Little Barty! The best way to prevent the competition details from being leaked is to create a competition on the spot.
Memories flooded my mind.
An unplanned "black egg" possesses a cursed power.
He was then repeatedly lashed out at by the other players.
Finally, there are two large characters—
fail!!
"Smack."
A soft sound rang out in the vast, deathly silence.
It startled Little Barty.
He stared blankly up at the sky.
I spotted a figure sitting on a section of "stone pillar".
One [Mr. Lamp].
at this time.
Mr. Lamp held a closed old book in his hand.
On the cover of that old book was a lifelike eye.
It was incredibly scarlet, and faintly, one could see veins or blood vessels protruding from the surrounding area.
It exudes a strong sense of foreboding.
This made Little Barty instinctively feel uncomfortable, and he involuntarily shrank his shoulders.
A dim, pale green light shone behind Mr. Lamp.
The shadow cast forward enveloped him.
On a pure white mask with no facial features, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Two dark holes looked down at him.
It's as if a superior is looking down on ants.
Cold, devoid of any human emotion.
"You failed."
Mr. Lamp spoke indifferently.
A clear voice rang out from behind the mask.
It didn't carry a hint of reproach.
But this caused Little Barty to instantly soak his clothes with sweat!
"Yes, that brat was too despicable!"
Little Barty gritted his teeth, two points of bone-chilling hatred rising in his eyes!
"If he hadn't added rules at the last minute... how could I have been defeated by a mere curse?!"
He was so close... so close! He could have killed Ethan!
He doesn't understand.
Why is it that even with thorough preparation, we always fall short by one move?
It's as if Ethan has prophetic abilities!
But how is that possible?!
Batistuta Jr.: "Give me another chance! Next time, in the last game, I'll definitely succeed!"
His urgent roar echoed throughout the secret chamber.
Like a trapped beast.
then.
Then silence fell again.
"6
"
Little Barty stared at the pure white mask, which remained as unmoved as a rock.
I felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down my forehead.
Until that judgmental voice rang out: "Voldemort is very disappointed in you."
With a loud bang.
It was like being struck by lightning!
Little Barty's face turned deathly pale!
[Mr. Lamp] — Ethan, of course, was lying to him.
In such a short time, it's impossible for him to specifically go to Voldemort's place to report again.
Regarding the handling of Barty Jr.
Evil people always have their own clever plans.
Ethan slowly said, "I went to great lengths to get you into the competition, replacing Hibiscus's sister... All you have to do is find the right moment and unleash a deadly curse."
"It was a foolproof situation."
"However, you failed."
Little Barty's eyes widened, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably: "No, no..."
"Therefore, Voldemort believes that you are no longer of any value."
"No, no—!!!"
Little Barty roared wildly, bloodshot eyes appearing on his face.
He staggered backward, quickly scanning his surroundings for an exit: "I need to see the Dark Lord, let me see my master... My master won't abandon me!!"
Tsk tsk.
Simp, simp, in the end you'll have nothing.
Ethan shook his head.
Looking at Little Barty's headless state.
She curled the corners of her lips and kindly reassured him, "But you don't need to worry."
Even if you're just trash or scrap, I'll make the most of your limited value.
"Your body is perfect as a plant pot."
It can be used.
One of the key ingredients for cultivating the Elixir of Cleansing is the "Spotted Mushroom," which grows within a plump body infused with dark magic.
"A body soaked in black magic".
Is there anyone more suitable than Little Batty?
It's like a pillow being delivered just when you're about to fall asleep.
Ethan thinks he could write a book called "The 108 Wonderful Uses of a Dark Wizard" someday.
"Although I've never heard of this plant, there should be some record of it in the restricted section of Hogwarts."
Ethan pondered.
"Leave it to Neville."
"There's another new breed; Neville will definitely be very happy."
Ethan's eyes crinkled into a smile.
They've even planned out Barty's funeral arrangements.
Little Barty: "W-what are you talking about...?"
He was stunned.
Looking at "Mr. Lamp," whose mood had clearly brightened.
It felt as if I were facing another kind of creature, one whose language I couldn't understand.
I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet all the way to the top of my head!
Ethan clapped his hands and said cheerfully, "Alright, it's about time."
"You should set off now."
"
'
A look of surprise and fear appeared in Little Barty's wide eyes.
Then, he gritted his teeth.
They turned and ran!
If you can't use Apparition, then you're still in Hogwarts!
one way or another.
As long as he's at school, Mr. Lamp will be subject to Dumbledore's control, just like himself!
Little Barty never imagined this in his life.
He actually placed his hopes on the White Wizard Dumbledore!
however.
Just then.
rustling sounds...
Suddenly, I heard the sound of something hard scraping against something behind me.
Like the scales of some cold-blooded animal, slicing across the hard, rough rocky ground.
A chill permeated the air.
It swept up Barty from behind.
When he turned around.
When he met those bright yellow vertical pupils that looked down at him in the darkness.
He then remembered that it was a cold-blooded animal called a "snake".
as well as.
It turns out that "Mr. Lamp" wasn't sitting on a "stone pillar".
It was the basilisk's enormous body.
"Click-clack".
His limbs instantly became immobile, turning into stone from the inside out.
"Master, hurry..."
'
Say those last few words.
With a thud.
A stone sculpture fell to the ground.
"Good job, wash green."
Ethan touched the basilisk's cold head.
The basilisk received a warm hug from the basilisk.
The plague leaped from the body of the snake, Ethan.
First, I cast a dryness spell and a warmth spell on my buttocks.
Behind every brilliance lies a dark side.
He kicked the "Shibadi" stone sculpture and looked at its face, which was contorted with shock.
—Sibadi is not dead.
Firstly, it died so simply, it was too simplistic and lacked any sense of artistry.
How could they do this to Neville's insane parents?
The spotted mushrooms, when served, should be fresh and alive.
It absorbs the energy and life force of dark magic as its own nourishment.
"Hey."
Ethan carried the petrified shrubs into his own leather bag.
A bag that has been enchanted with a space-expanding spell.
This is truly a must-have for home organization and storage solutions—cough, it's a must-have for any storage enthusiast.
"call-
'
After finishing tidying up, Ethan wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.
He murmured, "After that, just leave the mushroom cultivation to Neville."
"I believe the Ministry of Magic will be willing to help Li find the other materials."
Having many friends means having many connections.
Whether they themselves are truly willing to help is another matter.
Then don't worry about it.
"Hehehe~"
A pure and innocent smile appeared on Ethan's face.
As he paced back and forth, he pondered his future plans: "In a few months, as the end of the semester approaches, it will be the final match of the Three Kingdoms Tournament."
"Voldemort planned to use Harry to resurrect himself at that time."
"And Li will tamper with his resurrection plan!"
A dark glint flashed in Ethan's eyes.
"The conditions for the Soul Cauldron ritual are mostly complete."
"Voldemort is that evil spirit, and the light has reached a level of 'brightness.'"
"The task of repairing the damaged Lost Realm will be left to the Ministry of Magic."
"Only one last task remains—to complete the Tier 3 Asian Epic painting!"
The way to find this opportunity lies in Dumbledore's sister, Ariana!
Ethan: "After I fall asleep tonight, I'll go back into the hidden place and look for her again."
"Think about how to use the new drawing to modify the content of the third match."
What?
You said the competition proposal has already been submitted?
How can this be called a temporary modification?
This should be called a "new little surprise".
"Great, everything is planned out."
Ethan slapped his hand and smiled.
Then, changing the subject: "Only one last thing remains—that is, dealing with the insects that have followed us."
Ethan had a pair of diamond-blue eyes.
The gaze emanating from behind Don's pure white mask fell directly on an inconspicuous little beetle in the corner.
The magical energy emanating from it.
It doesn't belong to your insects.
And after they met each other's gaze.
The beetle's body suddenly froze!
It seemed to still cling to a sliver of hope, lying motionless in place.
however.
The sound of footsteps echoing in the stone corridor.
But it's getting closer and closer!
It's true, it's aimed at me!
Ethan discovered his disguise!
Animagus, registered as a beetle, repeatedly intruded into restricted areas and stalked others.
A reporter for The Daily Prophet who fabricates sensational news at any cost.
Dangta Skeeter.
I was so scared I almost flew away.
She wanted sensational news, but she never expected it to be this sensational!
The famous new savior, Ethan Vincent.
It's actually the same Mr. Lamp who issued the declaration of world destruction?!
They're even colluding with the mysterious person?!
This moment.
Dangta Skeeter suddenly realized.
It's best not to know what "some secrets" means.
"Buzz!"
She took flight and flew towards the exit with all her might!
It's okay! If there's an entrance, there must be an exit!
As long as I can get out of the business—
Until she passed through a series of passageways formed by ancient stone walls.
Passing through piles of carpet-like white bones.
We arrived at the sealed-off sewage pipe.
He was stunned and came to his senses:
Ah, yes.
She originally came in following Ethan's treacherous advice.
It can be used in spaces where apparition is prohibited.
Freedom to move around.
There is no such thing as an "exit".
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound of unhurried footsteps gradually approached.
Dangtahuang returned to human form and collapsed to the ground.
They gazed with immense fear into the deep, dark passageway.
I saw that tall figure who had removed the pure white mask and taken off the black robe.
Curly black hair, deep blue eyes, and handsome features.
If it weren't for the damp, dark stone walls all around...
Everyone should assume that the tower is blocked.
This is in an elegant banquet hall!
"despair."
Having taken the aging drug, Ethan stood before Dangta, who had collapsed into a limp mess.
Until this point.
She suddenly realized:
This plague-ridden chamber was actually a glass jar that captured her.
And she was like a moth drawn to a flame.
It flew in on its own without hesitation.
"Ah...ah..."
Dangta opened her red lips, trembling so much that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Her usual elegant attire.
It was now in a state of utter desolation and chaos.
At last.
Dangta forced a smile and asked softly, "Can I resign?"
Ethan smiled slightly and gave her the answer: "Forget everything."
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Oh, right.
His magic is both artistic and powerful.
You might have to endure this pandemic for a while.