Harry picked up his wand with a hesitant expression.

11 inches, holly wood, phoenix feather. The wand made of this wood has the property of repelling evil.

"If I could just get a warning for using magic outside of school for the first time, maybe I could..." He looked at his wand, recalling the powerful spell that the diary taught him.

"This spell should be very simple for you, but you must have a strong enough desire for destruction in your heart - the stronger the desire for destruction in your heart, the more powerful the spell you will cast!" - wrote this in the diary!

road.

Harry took a deep breath, slowly raised his wand, and pointed it at the solid iron cage fence outside the window.

This fence is the biggest obstacle on his way to freedom. As long as he uses that magic spell, he can break the cage, run to King's Cross Station, go to Diagon Alley, and seek refuge with the Weslai family...

Anywhere will do, as long as he is not allowed to stay in this palace-like house!

He slowly opened his mouth and tried to pronounce the spell.

But there always seems to be a voice in his heart telling him - don't recite, don't use that curse! This kind of curse that requires great destructive desire must be one of those evil and insidious magics, which will make him go down a wrong path.

!

Harry's hands were trembling. On one side was the desire and yearning for freedom in his heart, and on the other side was the worry and fear of this magic.

He regrets it extremely now. If he had been more diligent and learned the spells of the next few grades in advance like Hermione, would he have been able to choose to use the cutting spell to escape from the prison at this time, and wouldn't he have had to worry about whether

Are you using this curse that you don’t know the details of?

"No, I can't..."

Harry gently put down his wand, took out his quill and wrote in his diary:

"Tom, can you teach me the cutting spell? I don't want to use this spell anymore."

"The cutting spell is not simple. It is difficult for me to teach you in a short time just by telling you in words." The diary wrote.

In the diary, Tom's handwriting was a little messy, as if he was a little angry at Harry's hesitation.

"The spell I taught you is easy to use, it just requires a little anger." He continued, "Think about how that fat pig named Vernon Dursley locked you up.

Come on! Think about how this family treats you like a prisoner!"

"Harry, don't you feel angry? Don't you want to leave this prison immediately?"

"Come on, raise the magic wand in your hand, your future is up to you!"

The diary was filled with encouraging words, and Harry picked up and put down the wand in his hand many, many times.

In the end, it seemed that the desire for freedom overpowered his suspicion of the curse, and a red light flashed in Harry's eyes.

He squeezed the wand tightly, raised it fiercely, and pointed it at the window grille that blocked his path to freedom.

"Avada——"

As Harry recited half of the spell, the wand in his hand began to shake violently, and at the same time, there was a chaotic sound, as if an invisible evil object silently flew through the air.

At this moment, a dark, upside-down cross pendant around Harry's neck suddenly emitted a burgundy light.

….

Its short and sloping horizontal bars were like a pair of unfolded demon wings. At this time, the wings seemed to be stained with blood, and the scarlet light in Harry's eyes was instantly driven out of the body...

Harry's eyes immediately regained their clarity, and at the same time, he immediately closed his mouth and swallowed the second half of the spell in his throat.

He lowered his trembling hands, and then his whole body fell heavily on the bed behind him, as if all his energy had been exhausted.

"No...I can't..." Harry murmured painfully, "I can't use that spell, Tom, I can't..."

The reverse cross pendant around Harry's neck slowly faded away, and the blood red on the wings gradually faded away, leaving only a deep pitch black color.

After a long time, the diary by the window was slowly opened.

A line of handwriting that looked slightly like a lake appeared——

"You disappoint me so much, Harry."

…

At this moment, the trap door rang.

Harry subconsciously hid his wand under his pillow, and then realized that the people outside didn't bother to look in through the small trap door. They didn't care about the poor people inside.

Aunt Petunia's hand pushed a bowl of canned soup through the hole.

In fact, Harry was so hungry that he had a stomachache. He quickly put his wand away, then jumped out of bed and picked up the broken bowl specially meant for him.

The soup was cold, but he drank half the bowl in one go. Then he stopped without finishing, walked to Hedwig's cage, and poured the few soaked vegetables at the bottom of the bowl into her empty food plate. .

Hedwig ruffled her feathers and gave him a disgusted look.

"Don't be so cocky, this is all we have." Harry said with a straight face.

He put the empty bowl back by the trap door and lay down on the bed again, feeling hungrier than before the soup.

What would happen if he hadn't starved to death after a month passed, but didn't report to Hogwarts? Will Professor Dumbledore send someone to investigate the reason why he didn't go back? The professors can let Des Will the Li family let him go?

If Professor Dracula is willing to come here in person, then there must be no problem, right? He never cares about those strict rules, maybe he will directly turn the Dursleys into two big fat pigs and a carrot...

The street lights outside the window grille gradually went out, and the room became completely dark.

Harry was exhausted, and the hunger in his stomach was intertwined with the stronger pain in his heart. He didn't know if he did the right thing by not using the spell in the end, and he didn't know what his future would be like.

He was in Mimi Lake, thinking about questions for which he could not find answers, and fell asleep unknowingly, sleeping very uneasily.

Harry dreamed that he once again stood in front of the window grille that separated him from freedom, and raised his wand again.

This time, he recited the dangerous spell in full——

A dazzling and frightening green light shot out from his wand and struck towards the solid cage.

However, the next moment, a young man with red hair and freckles on his face appeared outside the window and was severely hit by his spell.

He fell down with lifeless eyes.

"No, Ron!

….

Harry woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat.

He opened his eyes and saw the moonlight shining in through the window bars, and someone staring at him through the iron bars - a boy with red hair, a freckle face, and a long nose.

Just like in the dream, Ron Weasley really appeared outside Harry's window.

"Are you even dreaming about me, Harry?"

Ron knocked on the glass and smiled at Harry.

…

Under a dark night, the starry sky hangs low and meets the blood-colored lake. A majestic ancient tower stands on the edge of this bright red flat mirror.

Behind Dracula's Castle, there is a huge lake made of blood, lying quietly next to an ancient tower.

Dracula and Selina, dressed in black and red robes, were standing on the shore of the lake. There was a bloated-looking Inferi floating beside them, floating as the two moved.

The expression of this Inferi was dull, and his eyes were cloudy, but a trace of pride still remained on the corners of his lips.

"Do you know how to use necromancy?" Serena asked curiously, "I've never seen you use it before."

"I can't say I'm good at it." Dracula chuckled and waved his hand, soaking the Inferi in the lake of blood. "I can only say... I'm very good at it!"

He took out the wand made of spooky wood after a long absence, and used the tip of the wand to write and draw in the air, gradually drawing a complex pattern.

Then, Dracula waved his hand again and divided the picture into two parts——

Not a portion

It entered the eyebrows of the Infernal Corpse, and one part slammed into the heart of the Infernal Corpse.

After doing this, the endless blood-red lake water surged up, covering the arms, chest, and cheeks of the Inferi, and finally submerged the tip of his nose.

The next moment, the corpse suddenly started to move.

He slowly stood up from the blood-colored lake water, then moved towards Dracula and Selina on the shore, stretched out his hand stiffly, as if trying to pull them into the lake.

"Hey, is there any movement in necromancy so soon?" Serena looked at this scene with wide eyes.

"No, the necromantic spell hasn't had time to take effect yet." Dracula said in amazement, "It seems that when it was created, the instructions received by this Infernal Corpse were related to water. No wonder the whole body is covered with blood.

It looks like edema."

"What do you mean?" Serena pushed the Inferi back casually, her expression still a little confused, "Has he been soaked in water all this time? Then why did he attack us?"

"This is a question about the mechanism of creating the Inferi." Dracula waved his wand, tightly bound the Inferi, and pressed him back into the lake of blood. Then he explained to Serena,

"There are two main mechanisms for creating the Inferi. One is to awaken corpses that died long ago..."

"...This kind of corpse has already been completely dead and will not retain any movements or habits from life. It is like a piece of blank paper. It can only be given orders by the master who summoned the Infernal Corpse. The advantage is that it has 100%

A hundred obediences."

"But this kind of Inferi has also lost all its plasticity and can only act according to the instructions of its master. Without control, they are like aimless walking zombies and are easy to deal with."

….
To be continued...