harleyscars Chapter 205 The Demon King's Miracle with the Help of His Mentor
Chapter 205 The Demon King's Miracle with the Help of His Mentor
Chapter 206 (4.6k long chapter) The Demon King's Miracle with the Help of His Mentor
Meanwhile, the Pot family grandfather and grandson set up their battle formation in front of Azkaban Castle.
One drew a sword adorned with a human spine talisman, its blood-red light chilling; the other gripped a walnut wood magic wand, its edge concealed and its malevolence hidden.
Both sides displayed their power, the wand whistling as it unleashed several malevolent spells, aiming to capture Harry alive, skin him, and retrieve the Invisibility Cloak. The Scarface, on the other hand, deftly parried with his talisman sword, creating an impenetrable defense without sustaining any damage.
When the sword light and the incantation clashed, countless bone fragments were scattered, causing dust to fall from the ancient castle walls. Truly: the incantations crisscrossed, startling even ghosts and gods; the sword shadows danced wildly, shaking heaven and earth.
Extis was surprised to see that Ha had managed to shatter all of his dozen or so spells with his talisman sword.
"I really underestimated you. You can do this without a wand."
Harry darted through the ruins like a dragon, his mouth never sparing, shouting:
"Don't be so arrogant, you scoundrel! Even if your grandpa Harry were empty-handed, taking your head would be as easy as taking candy from a baby!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Harry twirled his sword again and plunged it into the heart of a Death Eater.
With a "whoosh" sound, a sudden pull drew out a surge of hot blood, which condensed into a talisman in mid-air.
Immediately, Harry made a hand seal with his left hand and pointed his sword to the sky with his right. But then, three thunderous booms echoed from the dome, and a bolt of purple lightning as thick as an arm struck down, startling Extis into casting an armor charm to protect himself.
Seeing this opportunity, Harry didn't hesitate any longer. He leaped forward, shouted "Transform!", and instantly transformed into a mirage, its gaping maw swirling with a foul stench, lunging straight for Extis's head.
That old demon was no ordinary being. Hearing the whoosh behind him, he swiftly twisted his body at the last second, pointing his magic wand directly at the mirage beast, and shouted sharply:
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light shot out and struck the mirage squarely.
The mirage let out a mournful cry, and the clouds around it instantly dissipated. It plummeted straight down from the clouds, crashing onto the hard ground with a "thud," and remained motionless.
If it were anyone else, they would most likely have stepped forward to examine it. But this Extis was a seasoned old fox, with an exceptionally meticulous mind.
Fearing a trap, he did not approach, but instead tapped his wand repeatedly and cast several poisonous spells.
Seeing that Zhen Ge was not moving, they summoned the Soul-Stealing Monsters again, instructing them to sniff around to see if the Scarface was still alive.
The Dementors, upon receiving the order, floated to the left and right of the mirage corpse, bent down to investigate, and shadows writhed beneath the black robes.
Unexpectedly, after lingering for a while and finding nothing, they all turned to Extis and asked the Dementor to convey their message.
"I couldn't smell anything."
Upon hearing this, Extis's expression changed, and he hurriedly flicked his wand, using Apparition to escape.
Just then, a gaping maw suddenly emerged from the void, and with a "crack" sound, the old demon's left arm was bitten off at the shoulder!
Extis appeared a hundred paces away, his figure staggering, his face ashen. Looking down, he saw only black energy surging at the severed spot, without a trace of blood.
He raised his eyes and stared at the demonic runes flowing around the mirage beast, his eyes filled with greed, and muttered:
"You weren't lying after all; the invisibility cloak has become one with your Animagus..."
As he was speaking, the mirage beast chewed the severed arm haphazardly in its mouth a few times, and then suddenly spat it all out with a "poof".
Upon landing, the clouds churned, revealing Harry's true form. He spat several times and cursed angrily:
"Damn it! What a filthy thing! It's even stinkier than swill!"
"Wait till I cut open your chest, you scoundrel! See if your heart and liver are just as sour and stinking!"
"With your laughable illusion?" Extis forced himself to his feet, waving his wand in the air, "Dementors, come!"
In an instant, a chilling wind howled and black mist filled the air. Hundreds of Dementors, as if obeying a decree, converged from all directions and rushed towards Extis.
Harry, utterly unafraid, pointed his talisman sword to the sky and cried out in a loud voice, "Return, soul!"
The sound shook even the ghosts. Half of the hundreds of Dementors in the air froze, turned around, and hesitantly floated towards Harry.
Upon seeing this, Extis turned pale with rage and roared, "Recognize who your master is! Get over here!"
Harry, unleashing his full magical power, roared, "You murderers, I've made sure you all know who your rightful master is!"
The two were locked in a fierce battle, their demonic powers clashing in the air, causing a chilling wind to swirl around them. The hundreds of soul-devouring monsters, caught in the middle, were at a loss, truly caught in a dilemma.
Just as it floated toward Harry, it was pulled back by Extis; just as it turned toward Extis, it was drawn back by Harry's aura. It just swayed in mid-air, like a rootless tumbleweed.
After a long stalemate, Extis, relying on his wand and the unimpeded flow of magic, gradually gained the upper hand and imprisoned most of the Dementors.
Harry relied entirely on his own strength to resist, but ultimately fell short, and only a few dozen people were willing to gather behind him.
Extis glanced at him sideways, then said with disdain, "A human spine and dozens of Dementors—is that the source of your courage to stand against me?"
Harry sneered, "What a thief! If I had either my wand or my ring knife, I would have already killed you, you scoundrel! How dare you act so arrogantly here!"
"Ah~ that sounds familiar..." Extis suddenly put on a cold, ambiguous smile. "I said something similar when I was expelled from the Potter family."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his wand, and a ghastly green light shot straight into Harry's heart.
The hundreds of Dementors, having received their command, instantly surged towards Harry like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, howling as they rushed towards him.
The scarred man was completely blocked off from both sides; he was truly trapped with nowhere to go. He gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly:
Damn it! I've really messed with the boss today, I don't even have a decent weapon, all because of this bastard's scheme!
It should be noted that he had the Manspine Talisman Sword in hand, and there were also hundreds of Death Eater corpses around him as backup. If he were to deal with only Extis, he would be able to advance or retreat at will.
Unfortunately, those countless Dementors were immortal and indestructible evil creatures, and he couldn't summon any guardian deities at the moment. It was truly a case of: a dragon in shallow water being mocked by shrimp, and a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs!
Seeing hundreds of Dementors rushing towards them, Harry quickly waved his hand and shouted "Go!" The dozens of Dementors that obeyed him also went forward to block them.
Taking advantage of the opening, Harry leaped back several steps and hid behind the monsters.
With another point of the talisman sword, the rotten flesh and bones of the Death Eaters on the ground floated up and clung together, instantly forming a three-foot-high altar of blood and flesh.
Without hesitation, Harry leaped onto the altar, sat cross-legged, made a hand seal with one hand, and held the talisman sword to the sky with the other, chanting a spell aloud.
"The Five Emperors and Five Dragons descended with light and wind."
"Spread abundant blessings and assist the Thunder God!"
As soon as the spell was cast, the sky, which was just beginning to lighten in the morning light, suddenly darkened, with swirling and gathering dark clouds that completely enveloped the entire Azkaban fortress.
Lightning flashed in and out of the clouds, accompanied by a deafening roar, its power truly astonishing.
Extis looked up and saw the strange celestial phenomenon, but showed no fear, only scoffing, "Is this your last struggle?"
Harry remained silent, continuing to thrust his poisonous palm towards the sky, whereupon a powerful blast of poisonous gas shot straight into the heart of the clouds.
But the dark cloud churned and boiled, and in an instant it turned into something resembling splashed ink.
The sparse raindrops condensed into countless black lines, falling softly. A constant crackling sound filled the air, and countless holes were etched into the stone ground, like sparks flying from snow.
Upon seeing this, Extis's expression changed drastically. He quickly withdrew the spell aimed at Harry, pointed his wand into the air, and shouted:
"All gone!"
A beam of silver light shot out from the tip of the staff, crashing into the poisonous cloud and exploding with a deafening roar. Unexpectedly, the poisonous cloud dispersed for only a moment before gathering back to its original state, even denser than before.
Seeing that breaking the spell was impossible, Extis didn't hesitate any longer. He slammed his wand on the ground and shouted again:
"Disappeared without a trace!"
The ground immediately cracked open, and Extis shrank back and disappeared into the soil.
But the fissure in the ground, like a serpent, swiftly rushed towards Harry's feet.
Poisonous rain poured down from all sides, and the Death Eaters were drenched in this poisonous water. Their flesh was instantly charred and burned, black smoke rose everywhere, and their cries of agony echoed across the wilderness. It was a truly gruesome sight.
Although the Dementors are immortal, once they are thoroughly poisoned, they all groan in pain.
Harry sat motionless on the altar, still cross-legged, his hand forming a hand seal, his talisman pointing towards the distance, and his incantations flowing continuously.
His eyes were like lightning, fixed on the underground trail, and he urged the poisonous rain to pour into the crack in the ground.
Extis, underground, initially managed to maneuver and try to get closer. However, being only the size of a human, how could it possibly withstand the vast, poisonous cloud that blotted out the sky?
But as Harry changed his technique, the poisonous rain seemed to receive a command, closing in from all sides and sealing Extis off like an iron barrel. Truly, there was no way to escape, no way to get to him.
No matter how many tricks this old demon had, he was now trapped like a turtle in a jar, unable to escape any longer.
This fellow had no choice but to crawl out of the ground, just like a mountain spirit breaking through the soil.
Looking around, I saw that the rain was like an iron curtain, gleaming with a faint, eerie light, a cage woven from poisonous rain.
He licked his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Looks like I miscalculated. I thought dealing with a brat who doesn't even have a wand would be easy..."
Hearing these conciliatory words, Harry remained unfazed, his hand holding the talisman sword motionless, his fingers tightly clasped, and he sneered:
"You're not very capable, but you can't blame anyone else; it's all your own fault for being incompetent."
"If you tell me properly how that bastard Voldemort escaped with his men, I'll spare your dog's life!"
Extis shook his head and chuckled. "Stop pretending, Harry. None of us are any good people. Do you think I'd believe your nonsense?"
"Besides... you're underestimating me too much."
He stretched his limbs a little, walked to the edge of the poisonous rain cage, and from about fifty paces away, fixed his eyes on Harry, his face revealing a madman's look.
"At this distance, it's enough to kill you."
Before the sound had even faded, a beam of orange light shot towards him. Harry quickly dodged to the side, not forgetting to cast another hand gesture.
In the blink of an eye, the poisonous cloud above Extis's head suddenly unleashed a torrential downpour, truly a net from heaven covering his head and a web binding him from the earth.
Unexpectedly, the old demon had already planned ahead. With a swift movement, he transformed his magic wand into a wisp of black smoke and, like a cannonball leaving its barrel, pounced out with a "whoosh."
When the poisonous rain drenched them, it crackled and popped, and black smoke billowed up.
No sooner said than done! The mangled arm chewed up by the mirage beast on the ground not far away suddenly rolled over and revealed a human figure, which was none other than Extis!
With a flick of his wrist, the wand shot out, landed in his hand, and was pointed directly at Harry's face.
"Avada Kedavra!"
This series of events, though complicated to explain, actually happened in the blink of an eye.
Before Harry could do anything, the green light and the blue curse were already at his face.
At this critical moment of life and death, Harry had only one thought in his mind.
It's a pity I couldn't kill Voldemort myself.
"His soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed."
Just then, a clear, cold female voice was heard, like the cry of a phoenix in the heavens.
A beam of azure light descended from the sky, its force like thunder and its light surpassing the blazing sun, instantly shattering the eerie green aura.
The light shone precisely on the top of Extis's door.
All that could be heard was a piercing noise like the chorus of cicadas, and faintly, the unwilling roar of Extis could be heard, like the mournful cry of a trapped beast.
Poisonous clouds and rain in the sky, and soul-devouring monsters on the ground, all vanished the moment they were touched by this radiant light.
As the blue light faded, only his tattered head remained on the ground, his eyes still rolling around on their own.
Harry was horrified and looked quickly in front of him, where a woman was standing.
The woman wore an indigo robe, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and her bare feet were untouched by the dust of the world.
Even though he could only see his back, Harry was already shaken, his eyes stung, and he hurriedly bowed and saluted.
"Harry greets his sister!"
Upon hearing this, Naroina slightly turned her head and glanced back, smiling sweetly.
Her red lips parted, but before she could utter a word, she turned into wisps of blue smoke and vanished without a trace.
Only a single red lip print remained on Harry's forehead, gleaming with a faint blue light, before vanishing in an instant.
Harry thought that Rowena's appearance earlier was a life-saving spell that had been planted on him when they parted in the woods, just like the three life-saving hairs on the back of the Great Sage's neck.
Having made up his mind, he respectfully bowed deeply towards the spot where Rowena had vanished before gathering his composure and striding towards Extis's head.
The head was still rolling around, its lips moving, muttering:
"Harry... I... my ancestor..."
Before he could finish muttering, Harry had already spread his fingers, knocked on the top of his head, and shouted:
"Capture the spirit, grasp the mind!"
As soon as the incantation was uttered, the head's eyes rolled back, and countless memories and images within them swirled like a revolving lantern.
First, he received the invisibility cloak from his parents, and from then on, he became obsessed with studying it, to the point of going mad.
Later, his wand was broken, and he was driven from his home, like a stray dog, drifting to the island of Azkaban.
Then I saw him using himself as a furnace to refine the soul-devouring monster, completely disregarding his emaciated form.
The final scene, however, is set outside the iron bars on the top floor of Azkaban.
Inside the cell, Bellatrix and Rodolphus were kneeling and kowtowing before a three-inch-tall infant wrapped in a black robe.
Nabella gazed intently at the infant, tears streaming down her face. "Master! I—you—I knew you were still alive!"
Rodolphs gripped the iron bars tightly, his eyes blazing with ghostly fire. "I told them long ago, the Potters' brats could never harm you!"
The infant, despite the two kneeling figures, remained motionless like a withered tree, and uttered in a hoarse voice:
"Bellatrix, continue to serve me."
"I will take you away from Azkaban."
Upon hearing this, Bella only kowtowed repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice. Rodolphus, however, hurriedly stepped forward, pleading, "Master, don't you need me?"
"You're not worthy; your magic level is far too low."
Anyone else subjected to such humiliation would have been enraged. But to everyone's surprise, Rodolphe not only remained calm but also took two steps back, his face flushed with shame, and stammered:
"You're right, Master... Let my wife serve you..."
Bella crawled forward two steps on her knees, licked her cracked lips, and exclaimed, "Master, I'm willing to do anything for you!"
"Let's wait until we leave Azkaban before we talk about it."
Suddenly, a hand resembling a withered branch emerged from the black robe, its flesh as red as blood. With a single wave in the air, the iron prison door creaked open by itself.
Bella crawled out of the cell door, knelt down, and respectfully picked up the baby's bare feet and kissed them.
"Thank you for giving me my freedom, Master."
The infant did not speak, but reached out and plucked a strand of hair from her head.
Bella asked, puzzled, "Master?"
"I haven't fully recovered yet, and I need to avoid Harry Potter and those guys from the Ministry of Magic causing me trouble."
"So, we need to put on a disguise."
After saying that, he blew a breath towards the hair, and the black hair floated into the air and began to grow back on its own.
One strand becomes a tuft, and the tuft grows all over the head. In the blink of an eye, the scalp, bones, blood vessels, and internal organs are all fully grown.
After only a few breaths, another Bellatrix stood before him, exactly the same.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the fake Bella bowed to the infant and then strode back into the cell.
But when she snapped her fingers, flames suddenly erupted around her, and in the blink of an eye she became a human torch, crackling incessantly.
Despite groaning in pain, the fire-man continued to kneel and bow to the infant outside the prison, showing utmost respect.
Rodolphus watched, mesmerized, muttering to himself:
"Creating...life..."
"This is a miracle..."
(End of this chapter)