Harry Potter: The Age of Magic

Chapter 362 The Possessed Man

Author: Sissi who listens to stories

Waves of pain rippled down from his forehead. For a moment, Rossi thought he was like Monkey King wearing a golden hoop and being recited a tightening curse.

The system seemed to be prompting something, but there seemed to be a heavy drum beat in her ears, leaving her with no energy to listen, let alone see.

She just gritted her teeth and tried her best to endure the pain that seemed to come from her soul.

After what felt like a long time and seemed like only a moment, Rossi finally regained some strength.

Damn Voldemort!

This heart-breaking bone removal is too painful!

As soon as this thought passed through my mind, the heavy and painful feeling came over me again.

But now she couldn't care less about the bearable pain. The most important thing at the moment was to deal with Dumbledore, who was walking towards this side with a green light on his body.

Although the wand he had just taken away had been taken away by him at some point, luckily there was still a maple wand in Rossi's inventory, which could be used in emergencies.

"Armor protection!"

She raised her hand and held it in the air. At the same time as she made a stabbing motion, the maple wand appeared out of thin air and was held in her palm.

Immediately afterwards, while the umbrella-shaped defensive barrier was transformed into transparent armor, Rossi's wrist suddenly turned:

"The flames are blazing!"

A fireball burning with green flames was born out of thin air at the tip of the staff, and with a violent whistling sound, it flew straight towards Dumbledore.

Why is the color of the Fire Spell also green?

A question flashed through Rossi's mind, but he was so shocked by Dumbledore's response that he couldn't think about it any more.

I saw him raising his wand and waving it a few times, without using any spells, and the green-light fireballs were annihilated one after another "pop-pop-pop".

What the hell is this?

With his green eyes shrinking in disbelief, Rossi hurriedly raised the wand upwards.

In an instant, the two objects scattered on the ground in front of them suddenly swelled, and in a moment they transformed into stone sculptures of a lion and a tiger. They seemed to be alive, roaring and rushing towards Dumbledore to bite them.

Eh? My transformation technique can already animate dead objects?

Rossi, who was planning to cast a banishing spell and a repelling spell, was startled, and couldn't help but feel a little doubtful in his heart.

There was no time to think about it, and while Dumbledore was turning the stone sculpture of the beast into debris again, he raised his wand in front of him again:

"Expelliarmus!"

A beam of green light shines out.

"Hmm...Dumbledore's magic is too strong, isn't it?

It's only been a few minutes, and even my disarming spell is dyed green."

While continuing to cast the spell, Rosie pursed her lower lip and muttered something.

Seeing that the disarming spell was about to hit Dumbledore, the next second, a green umbrella-shaped barrier suddenly opened in front of him.

In just a moment, the lightning magic was easily blocked.

Then, he slowly raised the wand in his hand.

A rushing torrent immediately rolled up from under Rosie's feet, trapping her in it like a cage and spiraling up.

The spell spreading from the tip of the staff was interrupted, and the invisible armor she wore was shattered. In an instant, her whole body was swept up by the torrent and rushed into the air, forming a churning water cocoon.

Flip, stun, wand out.

A few seconds later, the water cocoon fell to the ground and scattered all over the place. Rosie in the cocoon was also hit hard to the ground.

Dumbledore quickly approached, his wand shining with green light.

At this moment, Rossi suddenly activated his Animagus form and jumped up suddenly, avoiding the opponent's spell and transforming back into human form again.

His steps slipped left and right, he grabbed a dagger from the air in his right hand and stabbed it out in an instant.

This was exactly the dagger polished with Grace's fangs, which she had specially borrowed as a gift.

In the flash of lightning, Rossi, who was about to stab Dumbledore with a dagger, suddenly caught a glimpse of what he looked like at this moment from the polished blade:

It's like a substantial emerald light flowing down from the crown that was worn at an unknown time on the top of the head, wrapping around the whole body.

The green shadow covered his head, rising and falling continuously, as if trying to interweave into the image of Voldemort, but failed for a while.

?!!

Am I the one possessed?

Shocking thoughts flashed through her mind, and her forward body froze. The dagger stabbing Dumbledore suddenly changed direction in her palm.

The next moment, the tip of the dagger touched the gem in the center of the crown.

Green light bloomed, like an invisible hand, firmly clamping Rossi's arm holding the dagger.

Seeing this situation, Dumbledore's expression was stunned at first, and then he smiled, and then he raised his wand and waved it hard.

In an instant, the dagger in Rossi's hand pierced into the crown's gem like a knife cutting through tofu. As a distant and weak scream sounded, the green light on the crown suddenly disappeared.

Bang!

The crown fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Ding! Mission 3: Destroy Voldemort's Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts (completed)."

As the prompt sounded, Rosie's vision returned to normal and she relaxed. Only then did she have time to check the message that the system had sounded before:

"Warning, players are being attacked by unknown creatures, please deal with it within five minutes, otherwise irreversible damage may be caused."

Seeing this warning, she couldn't help but feel fear in her heart.

Cause irreversible damage...Does it mean that if it cannot be dealt with within five minutes, will I die?

"Rosie? How are you feeling?"

Dumbledore's voice woke Rosie up from her daze. She took a deep breath for a moment, then adjusted her mood and said:

"I'm fine, Professor. I'm sorry for causing trouble to you."

"No, no need to apologize. I'm very happy to see that you can resist Voldemort's soul fragments with your firm will!"

Dumbledore smiled and said in a very happy tone, "Seriously, you helped me a lot!"

"No, I'm just causing trouble. If I didn't rely on the professor's help, I'm afraid I..." He sighed heavily, and a lot of bitterness surged in Rossi's heart.

"Don't be overly modest, Rosie. Most wizards won't be able to resist at all if they encounter a Horcrux or the situation you just encountered."

Noticing that she was looking at the Horcrux diary in his hand, Dumbledore laughed dumbly, "This Horcrux is different. It is just an ordinary diary. It does not have any powerful power, so the soul he made is different."

Devices do not affect people so quickly;

But Ravenclaw's crown is different, it itself possesses very strong magic power, and after being made into a Horcrux, its influence on people will be particularly rapid."

It turns out there is such a difference between Horcruxes!

While muttering silently, when Dumbledore reached out and handed the wand back, Rossi said thank you and took it respectfully.

At this time, she noticed that the pocket of the other party's robe was bulging, as if it contained something.

"Oh, this is the Tarot card I discovered at that time. It seems to be a very efficacious gadget, so I put it away."

"Effective?"

"Rosie, you just rushed out without listening to what I said, so you think it's not effective.

The upright and reverse positions of this deck of tarot cards are determined by the position of the fortune teller. Just when the card was in my hand, it means you drew the reverse position."

The reversed Emperor card has the connotation of being willful, childish, weak-willed and dominated.

So, what’s the point of me drinking the Felixir?

After taking it, my luck value will increase for a certain period of time...but does my luck count as an increase?

Thinking of his previous performance, Rossi felt the urge to cover his face and run away.