allendalepharm Chapter 48 Phoenix
Chapter 48 Phoenix
The next instant, Vaughn fired another "Expelliarmus" weapon.
The black-robed man's armor spell collapsed instantly, but this brief moment was enough for him to prepare a counterattack. The instant the armor spell collapsed, his wand also emitted a red light.
To his surprise, the red light shattered into sparks right in front of Vaughn, and an Ironclad Spell that looked even more refined than his own blocked his attack.
"Disarm you!"
"Disarm you!"
Protected by the Level 4 Ironclad Curse, Vaughn continuously unleashed spells, streaks of red light piercing the dark corridor, momentarily forcing the black-robed man into a frantic struggle.
No one knew how shocked he was.
Because of Vaughn's mastery of spells, and because of his abundant magical power, which was almost equivalent to that of an adult wizard.
Forced into a sorry state by several consecutive "Expel Your Weapon" attacks, the black-robed man let out a deliberately distorted, shrill cry: "I'm sorry, Master, please help me!"
The moment he finished speaking, the faint, low hissing sound that had disappeared earlier resounded in the corridor.
Another strange magic awakened in the man in the black robe.
It was so clear that the ripples spreading out caused the faint magical flames on the wall to suddenly turn pale.
It was as if everything was fading.
The man in black robes screamed and wailed, as if someone was torturing him and controlling him!
Harry let out another painful scream.
The terrifying scene from moments before reappeared, this time even more intense, leaving Harry with only the distorted outline of the halo in his eyes.
He saw the terrifying figure and raised his wand!
Vaughn's expression was more serious than ever before.
"...Voldemort..."
If it weren't for Harry and Hermione, he wouldn't have shown up to them at all, not out of fear, but out of habitual caution!
He has never been afraid of anyone!
A jumble of thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Facing the now terrifying "man in black robes," Vaughn unleashed all his malice and uttered the incantation:
"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"
Without light or a sound, a silent yet insidious curse rippled through the air.
Lying on the ground, Harry's vision blurred, and everything seemed to be in slow motion, like a movie. He saw Vaughn unleash a spell he had never heard of before. The spell dragged ripples in the air, piercing the "Black Man's" armor charm and ending up in his shoulder.
He saw the "man in black robes" roar, and the tip of his staff shone with an unprecedented green light:
"Avada!"
Furthermore, after Vaughn cast the spell, he immediately pulled a fiery red feather from his pocket and tossed it into the air just before the "Black-Robed Man" finished his incantation.
Spear and set it on fire!
"—Kendawa!"
Green light and flames burst forth simultaneously and collided!
Fawkes sensed someone summoning him at Hogwarts. The moment he Apparated, before he could even react, a ghastly green light filled his vision.
This is probably the most tragic thing in the world.
Upon recognizing the green light emanating from the Fox, this question subconsciously popped into my mind.
Then, with a "caw," all its feathers burst out.
It landed on its bottom and became a bald little chick...
At the same time, another enormous magical force was rapidly approaching from below!
Dumbledore!
The "man in black robes" also sensed it. He let out a completely different roar, one of fear and anger, but he still decisively covered his shoulder, turned into a wisp of black smoke, and fled in panic.
Only then did Vaughn, who had already grabbed Hermione and Harry and rushed into the Charms classroom the moment the phoenix feathers were lit, finally breathe a sigh of relief.
I'm grateful for my caution; I informed Ron before coming up.
Thanks, Fox!
Only then did Vaughn realize that his clothes were soaked with sweat and his hand gripping his wand was trembling slightly.
Unlike his previous experiences of easily slaughtering giants, this was his first time fighting a wizard.
The opponent is none other than the infamous Dark Lord... Voldemort!
Although it's only a battle-damaged version...
He subconsciously ignored Quirrell, that guy was utterly useless.
After sitting on the ground and breathing heavily for a few moments, Vaughn looked at Harry, who was still limp, and Hermione, whose face was pale but whose eyes were bright. He had no mood to blame them.
The professors will take care of it.
He looked out into the hallway where Fox sat naked on the floor, its eyes glazed over, seemingly still reeling from the sudden misfortune.
Vaughn crawled over and held it in his hands, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Fox, I knew you would come."
Fox finally came to its senses, staring at Vaughn in disbelief, its short, pink beak trembling.
If it could speak human language, it probably would have already started cursing.
Is this something a human could do? Why was it so pathetic, rushing over as soon as it sensed someone calling? It suddenly wished it could turn back time to the day Vaughn picked up its feathers, the day it stood proudly on the scaffold, watching Vaughn treasure its shed feathers, secretly mocking this poor and weak little wizard.
If it could go back to that day, it would definitely kick itself and then sit on Vaughn's head and peck at him like crazy!
At that moment, a cloud of white mist flew up, then quickly gathered and coalesced. Dumbledore landed and hurriedly walked up to Vaughn.
The old man looked hurried. His bright blue eyes quickly scanned Vaughn, the dazed Harry, and Hermione, and found that all three were alright.
He glanced again at the corridor, now a mess from the flying spells, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Then, he saw in Vaughn's palm, Fox, reborn from the ashes...
Dumbledore's lips trembled a few times.
……
"I simply can't believe how could there be such reckless children as you two? You skipped the banquet, sneaked out to play, encountered a troll, and when you realized your friend was missing, instead of telling the prefect or looking for the professor, you went to find him yourselves."
"you……"
In the principal's office, Professor McGonagall clutched her chest, breathing heavily to calm her agitated emotions.
Vaughn, Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood obediently in front of her, having already been scolded for more than ten minutes. But what angered Professor McGonagall was that none of the four showed any remorse or repentance.
Vaughn looked around, Ron was beaming, Harry looked dazed and confused, only occasionally glancing at Vaughn and the other professors, seemingly lost in thought. Even Hermione, who was usually well-behaved and disciplined, was unusually absent-minded.
Snape was also lost in thought, his lifeless eyes fixed on Vaughn, and no one could guess what he was thinking.
Until Dumbledore called his name: "Severus, you and Felix clean up the troll's body. Our dear Vaughn blew its head off, and there's blood everywhere. It's a terrible sight."
Professor Flitwick nodded and left the office with the silent Snape.
Dumbledore then instructed Professor McGonagall: "Minerva, please take Harry, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger to Mrs. Pomfrey for a check-up... Oh, and Professor Quirrell, who's lying in the Great Hall."
Professor McGonagall, still furious, finally stopped scolding them. Just as she was telling them to leave, Dumbledore said, "Vaughn, you stay."
Professor McGonagall hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.
She met Dumbledore's deep blue eyes for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.
Ron, dragging a dazed Harry along, followed Professor McGonagall with his head held high. Hermione looked at Vaughn with concern, and only after Vaughn nodded to her did she reluctantly follow him away.