Reborn at Hogwarts

After turning around, a broken wooden door came into view.

Huge mossy rocks were piled up next to the door panel. It seemed that they should have been buried underneath, but at this time they were able to see the light of day because of the basilisk's rolling and struggling.

The wooden door looked old, and it was black as a whole, with large areas of rot on the door panel.

Ivan noticed that there were some weird patterns carved on the edge of the door, which looked like lightning bolts blooming in the clouds from a distance, and there was also a depiction of an eagle-like monster flying high with wings.

Ivan tried to observe the monster's appearance carefully, but when he just had this idea, he immediately felt dizzy, and his eyes shifted unconsciously to his feet.

And after turning away his eyes, this strange feeling disappeared again.

It was as if some kind of force was holding him back.

"……dangerous."

Ivan quickly made a judgment.

This wooden door should not be something that a little wizard at his current level can touch.

Although there seems to be some secret hidden, it is better to avoid it.

At this moment, the dying Basilisk squirmed suddenly after being tortured by Ivan in its stomach.

It screamed with difficulty, raised its head, and tried to move its body.

The yellow vertical pupils then opened, staring at Ivan firmly.

Ivan was stared at by the monster for a while, subconsciously checked his own state, and was slightly relieved to see that he was still in the avatar state.

As long as this state is maintained, the basilisk cannot harm him.

But after this inspection, he also found a problem.

My feet have begun to recover towards the state of flesh and blood at an extremely slow speed.

At the same time, there was a stabbing pain deep in the brain.

This also means that Ivan's magic power is almost exhausted.

In this state, he didn't dare to wander around in the "elemental state" anymore, looking for a way back to the castle.

Otherwise, once the magic power is exhausted during the process, the "elemental state" will be released, and there is a great possibility that he will be stuck in the wall with his flesh and blood, and become a puddle on the spot...

evil.

The tragic scene just turned around in Ivan's mind, and it made him shudder severely.

Or find another way out.

It's a pity that Ivan didn't even find a dog hole, let alone a way out, after walking around the area.

This small room that exudes a strong stench like a sewer is almost full of stones of different sizes, and the place where they can stay is almost occupied by the huge body of the basilisk. Ivan wanted to scratch its scales to have a look. There was no exit from the blocked place, but the giant snake, which had become more irritable because of the severe pain, just glared at him, making him give up the idea.

Ivan glanced at the pipeline, which was still shrouded in flames.

"...It seems that there is no other way."

He sighed, and turned his gaze to the wooden door lying quietly among the ruins.

Otherwise, try to open it and see?

Because he once witnessed Paracelsus take out a lifelike doll from an open door in the Room of Requirement, so since then he has been fascinated by this kind of weird-looking door. There is a sense of resistance, for fear of falling into a deadly trap after opening the door.

But now, instead, he hopes that there is another world behind the door.

The air was thin, and there was a violent and ferocious monster on the verge of death. The only passage leading to the outside world was filled with deadly fire, and it directly led to the secret room where Voldemort was.

The magic power is also about to run out.

Ivan sighed.

He took one last look at the basilisk that was starting to strike against the invisible wall in the passage, and resolutely stretched out his hand and opened the wooden door.

Then, the light bursts out——

...

Paracelsus stopped.

At the end of the corridor in front of him, stood an old man in a white robe.

Although he was wearing an invisibility cloak, Paracelsus clearly felt that the old man's eyes were on him.

Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

Paracelsus smiled, pulled off the invisibility cloak he was wearing casually.

A young man in a top hat, suit and leather shoes appeared in front of Dumbledore.

"what do you want?"

Dumbledore asked bluntly.

He frowned tightly, his face was serious, and there was a rare trace of hostility between his eyebrows and eyes.

Paracelsus smiled and asked:

"What do you think?"

"No matter what your purpose is, you are not welcome at Hogwarts." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Put down the invisibility cloak and leave here, so that unnecessary fights can be avoided between us."

"The fight between us has never been meaningless." In the face of Dumbledore's warning, instead of putting down the invisibility cloak, Paracelsus crumpled it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

His pocket was not big, but after putting in the invisibility cloak, it didn't bulge at all, obviously it was the effect of a spell.

"It doesn't belong to you," said Dumbledore.

"Neither of you nor of that boy named Potter," Paracelsus replied, "this is a treasure from a great will—"

"Enough!" Before Paracelsus could finish speaking, Dumbledore interrupted his slightly fanatical speech, "I know what you and Grindelwald have studied, and I also know your later results— — but it's all pointless."

"We are wizards, but we are also human beings." Dumbledore emphasized, "It's not the illusory things you're after."

"Illusion?" For the first time, Paracelsus smiled, but the smile was not happy, but with a hint of chill, "Perhaps, Dumbledore—the mediocre are always unwilling to believe those things that are beyond the age. Idea. You have no idea what a great miracle I have seen."

Dumbledore shook his head.

Fanatic speeches like Paracelsus did not affect him.

But he could realize from this speech that Paracelsus would not have any friendly communication with him.

Only violence can be used to control violence.

Dumbledore drew his wand.

A frenzy flashed in Paracelsus' eyes when he saw the black wand.

"The Elder Wand, the Death Rod, the Fate Rod." The alchemist murmured, his eyes fixed on the wand in Dumbledore's hand, "The Deathly Hallows, the master of Death—"

The strange emotion was fleeting.

When Paracelsus raised his eyes again, his eyes had regained clarity.

Without taking out his wand, he walked towards Dumbledore with his bare hands.

And on Dumbledore's side——

The old wizard waved his wand.

Dazzling light shot from the tip of the staff.

But Paracelsus didn't make any moves, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.