LRAB Chapter 78 Dark Magic Duel Against Dark Monsters
Chapter 78 Dark Magic Duel Against Dark Monsters
Chapter 79 Dark Magic Duel Against Dark Monsters
Now, Draco had just knocked down Ron, like a tiger pouncing on a lean sheep, but he was still not satisfied. He then set his sights on Harry, determined to fight him.
He knew Harry was a formidable and dangerous man, so he dared not be careless and was on high alert.
He then pulled a small glass bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, tilted his head back, and swallowed the medicine whole.
In just a few breaths, the drug took effect, and Draco's body grew rapidly, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. In no time, he had grown into a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist. Truly, one could ride a horse on his arm and stand a man on his fist.
Harry didn't need to ask a single question; he knew for sure that this was an aging potion. Looking at Draco's clothes and stockings, they seemed to stretch and tighten on their own, as if by magic. How could he not know that this fellow had come prepared?
If you ask, how does Draco carry around an anti-aging agent with him?
It turned out that Colin had been telling everyone about Harry's feat of slaying the troll, so that everyone at Hogwarts had memorized the name of the medicine.
Draco heard this and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately sent someone to Hogsmeade to purchase three or five bottles, which he then kept hidden close to his body every day.
Now that everything is ready, Draco recalled how he was forced to flee like a rat on the train and how he was beaten like a stray dog in flight class.
These various incidents, each and every sordid, instantly transformed into a raging inferno, churning within my very being.
He gripped his wand tightly, mentally reciting all the vicious spells, and said hatefully, "Come on, Potter, I'll make you suffer even more than that red-haired brat—"
"Disarm you!"
Before he could finish speaking, Harry had already cast a spell. He then ducked low, his feet barely touching the ground, and lunged forward, slashing down with his white frost mithril ring knife.
Draco dodged the cursed light, raised his wand, and shouted, "Spread the poison gas!"
A thick plume of murky purple smoke shot out from the tip of the staff, like the arrival of the Miasma Mother, rolling straight toward Harry.
Although Harry didn't know the spell, he remained calm in the face of danger.
With a swift wave of his wand, a cloud of yellow sand billowed up from the ground. He then cast a wind spell, instantly unleashing a fierce gale that whipped up sand and stones. The yellow sand, carrying a poisonous mist, reversed its momentum, turning against its master.
It is precisely this: to use their own methods against them.
Seeing this, Draco quickly summoned a gust of wind to block it, stirring up the sand and poisonous gas.
No sooner said than done. Just as the cloud of poisonous sand and gas was lifted into the air, a cold light, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, suddenly appeared, aiming straight for the throat!
It turned out that the scarred man was moving with the sand, his knife riding the wind, and he was coming to kill them by following closely behind the poisonous sand and fog.
The blade's tip was chillingly cold! Draco was terrified and quickly dodged to the side.
The blade grazed Harry's neck, and Draco immediately spread his fingers and grabbed Harry's wrist, which was holding the knife.
Harry struggled, but when he realized he couldn't break free, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Does this guy's potion really work?
Seeing Harry unable to move, Draco's fear vanished, and he grinned maliciously, "See that? Your Muggle training methods are no match for magic!"
Hermione, watching from below the stage, said angrily, "If you're so capable, why don't you make Harry drink the aging potion too!"
Draco pretended not to hear, raised his wand and was about to cast a Fiendfyre spell to burn it.
Seeing that he was using such ruthless dark magic, Harry didn't hesitate any longer. He immediately waved his wand and shouted, "Patriot!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver light at the tip of the staff surged, and a large, white-browed tiger with piercing eyes suddenly leaped out.
The giant worm opened its massive mouth and spewed out a thick plume of black smoke. The smoke churned for a moment, then instantly solidified into a black monster wearing a tattered cloak.
If it's not that soul-stealing monster, then what is it?
When the monster revealed its true form, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Draco felt a chill in his mouth and nose, and all he could exhale was white mist.
When the monster revealed its true form, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Draco felt a chill in his mouth and nose, and his breath turned into frost.
He stared at the Dementor, its teeth chattering, its legs trembling and shaking like a leaf, "Dementor...Dementor!"
It should be known that Lucius was a Death Eater, most skilled in dark and sinister matters. Draco, having been exposed to such things since childhood, how could he not recognize this dark magical creature that steals pleasure and torments the soul?
The mind-stealer appeared suddenly, startling Draco so much that he was terrified and quickly let go of her hand, fleeing to the side.
Seeing Harry standing motionless, he was secretly delighted, waiting to use him as a tool to kill Harry.
He was indulging in his fantasies when, unexpectedly, Harry waved his hand, and the Dementor suddenly spun in mid-air and chased after him!
Upon seeing this, Draco's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his chin almost fell to the ground.
He can control Dementors?!
This...this doesn't match what Senior Tom said!
He wanted to escape, but when he saw the black hood of the soul-capturing monster, he felt as if his limbs and bones were immersed in a cold spring, and his legs felt as if they were filled with a thousand pounds of lead and mercury, so he couldn't move even half a step.
Hermione, sitting in the audience, was also stunned by what she saw, her heart filled with shock and disbelief.
This isn't right, is it? Is this still Hogwarts?
It's one thing for Draco to use some dark magic, but how come Harry was able to summon a dark magical creature too!
She had already prepared a plan in her mind to report Draco to the Ministry of Magic, but now, seeing Harry's methods, she had no choice but to suppress this impulse.
Just as he was in shock, the Dementor had already floated up to Draco.
The dark mouth under the hood aimed at him and sucked hard, and wisps of silvery-white mist were forcibly pulled out of Draco's seven orifices.
"Protect the Gods!"
Suddenly, a thunderous shout rang out from below the stage. A silver doe stepped onto the arena and crashed into the Soul-Stealing Monster, sending it flying three to five feet away like a kite with a broken string.
As soon as the monster retreated, the immense suction force on Draco vanished, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, like a mangy dog whose spine had been removed, only able to gasp for breath and tremble all over.
Snape leaped onto the stage, and Draco, as if seeing a savior, scrambled towards him, screaming in terror, "Professor! Get someone from the Ministry of Magic!"
"Potter is a dark wizard!"
Harry was furious and roared, "Hey! You bastard, stop spouting nonsense! I've done nothing wrong! I've never used a single bit of dark magic!!"
"You, you are illegally keeping dark magic creatures!" Draco screamed.
"Enough!" Snape snapped, his voice cold. "This Dementor was one I transferred from Azkaban. Do you have any objections?"
"Also, the magic you just used doesn't seem like something a second-year student should know, does it?"
Upon hearing this, Draco immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word.
"Potter! Put it away! Or do you want me to destroy it here?"
With that, Snape reached out and grabbed Draco by the back of the neck, intending to drag him off the ring.
Seeing this, Harry's eyes widened, and he shouted sharply, "Wait!"
"This scoundrel injured my brothers! This hatred has not been avenged, this matter is not over, how can we let him get away!"
Snape paused, glanced sideways at Ron groaning in the audience, and sneered, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Weasley lost the duel, didn't he?"
"Mr. Potter has already redefined the word 'courage,' and now he wants to redefine 'fairness'?"
"This is no fair duel at all!" Hermione shouted excitedly from the audience, jumping up and down. "Professor Lockhart said that disarming a wand is a victory! Ron's wand was knocked away long ago, but Malfoy still tried to—"
"Enough, Miss Granger!" Snape interrupted impatiently. "You're questioning—"
"Duh!"
Upon hearing Hermione's words, Harry instantly flew into a rage, pointing his ring knife directly at Draco.
"You vile scoundrel! You betrayed my brother with dirty tricks! If I don't get justice today, I've lived in vain!"
(End of this chapter)