Hogwarts is full of sunlight at noon, but in the Hogwarts principal's office, the light blooming from a pink gem even overwhelms the midday sunlight coming in from the window, dyeing the entire office.
became pink.
With the further output of Ryan's magic power, the pink rose made of light looked more and more solid. When the light rose finally became almost like a crystal handicraft, the magic power contained in it also reached a peak.
.
"Next, it will be complete restraint." Ryan thought and waved the wand in his right hand. In an instant, a large number of pink petals like crystal flakes emerged from the Rose of Light, and then formed a pink rope in the air.
It wrapped around the black straw man. At the same time, the flames on the two oil lamps on the straw man also jumped up fiercely, just enough to coat the flying pink petals with a layer of flame.
"That's it now." After discovering that almost all of the pink rose petals surrounding the black straw man were dyed with a layer of flames, Ryan shook his left hand hard. Immediately, the pink ropes fell apart again.
It turned into a large number of petals, and then swarmed towards the black straw man like moths flying into the flames.
When the first petal touched the straw man, a group of tiny sparks exploded at the point of contact. At that moment, Harry suddenly trembled.
"Harry, how are you?" Dumbledore, who had been staring at Harry, noticed this at the time and asked with concern. "Do you feel anything wrong now? If you really feel uncomfortable, hold on.
If you don't want to stop, just say it directly and no one here will laugh at you."
"It's okay, it just feels like a needle prick." Harry turned his head and said to Dumbledore. "The needle prick feeling is more intensive now, but it is not very painful, just a numb and itchy feeling. Just now
I was just a little uncomfortable at that moment, it wasn’t that I couldn’t hold on.”
Ryan knew that this was not because Harry was forcing it, but because he had lived with Voldemort's soul since he was a child, which led to some soul fusion. This made Harry feel part of Voldemort's soul when Ryan attacked it.
The feeling of a soul piece. However, even though the two souls are fused, they are not integrated into one, so the feeling is more than one level lighter.
For example, now, after each petal explodes on the scarecrow, it will leave a black scorch mark with a trace of flame at the place where it exploded. For Voldemort's soul, it feels like it has been chopped into pieces by a thousand cuts.
But after being weakened multiple times, all Harry felt was a tingling sensation that was completely within the tolerance range.
As one petal after another ignited on the black scarecrow, the scorch marks the size of a needle tip slowly connected into lines. Then these lines formed runes one after another the size of fingertips.
Finally, when the rain of rose petals disappeared from the office, the black scarecrow was covered with hundreds or even thousands of runes composed of scorch marks burning with dark red flames. At the same time, these runes were connected into one, forming on the surface and body of the scarecrow.
A complex magic flow system has been developed.
At this time, the scarecrow was shaking and struggling on the spot as if it had come alive. As it shook and struggled, a shadow made of black mist vaguely appeared in the scarecrow. This shadow struggled hard.
It tried to get out of the scarecrow, but as long as it left the scarecrow even a little bit, it would be pushed back by the magic system composed of the runes on the scarecrow.
"It feels easier than expected." Ryan thought to himself, because this Horcrux does not scream, confuse people, or have some kind of soul impact like other Horcruxes. Now it is just struggling purely by the instinct of its own Horcrux.
That's all. But this is not an accident. Compared with other carefully crafted Horcruxes, the defense of this unexpected product is basically zero. The only troublesome part is that it is entangled with Harry's soul, but now this problem
Already solved.
Under the effect of the runes on the scarecrow, the shadow in the middle became more and more obvious. Finally, in the eyes of the three people in the principal's office, a blood-red figure emerged.
The thing was in the shape of a naked child, curled up on the ground. The red skin was very rough, and it looked like it had been peeled off. It was now struggling to break through the shackles of the straw man, while struggling to breathe.
"What on earth is this thing?" Harry said with a bit of disgust. In his eyes, the thing was petite, weak, and injured, but there was always a voice in his soul telling him not to get close to this thing. Even if
His whole body was sore now and he was still fixed to the chair, but he still leaned his body back with all his strength, trying to stay away from this thing.
"Shh-" Professor Dumbledore raised his index finger in front of his mouth and made a quiet gesture. "Next, please trust your friend Ryan and do exactly what he says. Don't ask why."
"Harry, can you move now? The key point is, can you control yourself now?" Ryan turned around and looked at Harry at this time. Behind him, the blood-red figure roared silently.
"No problem." Harry moved his hands and feet. "I must say that even though my whole body is extremely sore now, I can still control my hands and feet. As long as you don't let me ride on a broom and play Quidditch now.
Odd, I think it’s okay to do other things now.”
"That's good," Ryan turned to look at Professor Dumbledore after confirming Harry's condition. "I think you can put Harry down now, because the last step must be completed by Harry himself."
"No problem." Dumbledore nodded and waved the Elder Wand to release Harry's restraints, and then comforted Harry. "There are two people here who can fight Voldemort head-on, so you don't have to worry about anything happening.
problem to solve.”
"I'm just a little sleepy and sore all over my body now. Other than that, I'm in good condition." Harry said, and then looked at Ryan. "Okay, Ryan. You tell me what I should do, and I will try my best."
Done."
"Did you play with bows and arrows when you were a child? I mean those toy bows and arrows." Ryan asked Harry who was walking over.
"I've played with it." Harry nodded. "Dudley had one when I was in elementary school, but he went to play with the video game console within a few days. After that, I took that thing to play with.
"
"That's good." Ryan said, taking out a small toy-like mulberry branch bow and three peach branch arrows from the space bag, and handed them to Harry's hand, and then said, "Take these things now.
Then stand in front of the straw man."
"What should I do next? Shoot this straw man with an arrow?" Harry stood in front of the straw man and said. "You see there is a target now, and you gave me the bow and arrow. It seems that you asked me to shoot this
You are a straw man."
"Yes, you guessed it right." Ryan smiled and said, "Now follow my orders to shoot. Shoot the straw man's left eye with your first arrow."
One foot away, Harry accurately shot the straw man's left eye. The force he used was not great, but the strange thing was that this small palm-sized arrow penetrated deeply into the straw man's left eye.
"My left eye hurts." Just when the arrow hit the target, Harry also felt pain coming from his left eye.
"Don't worry, the final stage of casting the spell will be more uncomfortable." Ryan comforted. "As long as you endure it, it will be fine."
Harry turned his head to look at Professor Dumbledore, and saw Professor Dumbledore nodded to him. So he turned his head and continued to endure the physical discomfort to complete the next ritual.
According to Ryan's command, his second arrow hit the straw man's right eye, and the last arrow hit the straw man's heart. But just after shooting the last arrow, he felt a cramp in his heart, and then in front of his eyes