The Shrieking Shack was dark.
The terrifying and ferocious wallpaper all tells that there once was a werewolf.
John walked through the shed and came to the room where the boggart had been found.
After the cabinets were removed, there was a gap here.
He did not go in, but stood outside.
Turning towards another room, he was sure that someone had entered the Shrieking Shack.
The dust on the ground became thinner.
When he walked to a door, the moonlight just fell into the room. Through the shadows on the ground, John could confirm that there was someone inside.
There was a door, but he didn't push it open.
"Tell me, what should I do?" He asked his doubts.
The moonlight was obscured by clouds and the shadow disappeared.
John stared down at the crack in the door.
Suddenly, a piece of paper came out from underneath.
John picked it up and looked at it.
"Live to die."
He looked at the writing and then at the door, but still didn't open it.
He turned and went downstairs.
My eye is drawn to a box.
He walked over and picked up the box, then looked back deeply.
There seemed to be a figure there, blurry and unable to see his face.
Walking out of the Shrieking Shack, he had a box in his hand.
Through the passage you came from, there is a raised stone under the Whomping Willow.
Take the stone away and inside is a water bile bottle no bigger than your thumb.
The blood inside emits a bright red light under the moonlight.
...
The stars in the Star Club are as beautiful as outside.
From the establishment of the Star Club to the present day, this super large alchemy machine has never stopped moving.
Starlight shines on the round table under the dome.
The round table splits to reveal the weapons cache below.
The boiling cauldron seems to never stop, and the rising smoke jumps back and forth repeatedly.
John walked down the stairs to the cauldron.
The liquid in the pot was always tumbling, as if the last thing was missing.
John slit his wrist and blood dripped into the crucible.
Boiling liquids cool down quickly.
His other hand opened and a surge of magic was poured into it.
The liquid in the crucible separated on both sides and turned into two red dragons spinning inside. 33
The red dragon pulled out a vortex, and as the liquid rotated, the white smoke emerged again.
This time, John took out his wand.
The wand acts like an exhaust fan, absorbing all the white smoke that comes out.
The red oak wand became illusory, and John's right hand was covered in silver.
He raised his wand high, and the stars in the dome burst into light.
The light from the stars converged into a brilliant beam of light and fell down.
The magic crystal created by absorbing magic power every day releases its power at this moment, creating magic power that is a hundred times more powerful than the last time.
Slight cracks appeared on the illusory wand, and John was struck by a huge force, his pale face turning rosy.
His Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the blood that was about to come out.
Under the pressure of huge magic power, his body was almost enveloped.
A low growl escaped his throat, and John took hold of his wand.
"The stars change."
The wand was visibly bent, like a piece of bamboo being bent.
Just moving is a long struggle.
The red dragon in the crucible showed signs of spreading out.
John also became anxious.
His breathing became rapid, and with his efforts, the huge magic light beam moved towards the crucible.
The wand firmly absorbs the huge magic power and bends to a shocking degree.
Finally, magic touched the crucible.
The red dragon inside was shocked by the magic power and roared as if it came to life.
John almost collapsed. As soon as he let go of his hand, the wand flew out and plunged straight into the wall of the armory.
But John couldn't relax yet, he forced himself to stand up.
He held up the crown with both hands, and in the brilliant rainbow-like starlight, a gorgeous crown condensed in his hands.
He stared at the crown and placed it on his head.
Nothing seems to have changed.
But secretly, he felt that there was something more in him.
That is wisdom.
Those who seek will not get what they ask for.
Those who give it up already have it.
At that moment, John looked at the crucible, and his movements were just right.
Silver-covered fingers poked the red dragon's body.
As if popping a balloon, the red dragon exploded.
He reached into his pocket and opened the bottle containing the powder.
The fiery red powder fell into it, and the restless liquid became calm.
"The last thing is a bit of mysterious substance from the magician."
John chanted the incantation like a hymn.
That mysterious substance is called emotion.
The point condensed in between is finer than a particle of dust.
As it fell into the crucible, the magic cooking liquid evaporated instantly.
The bright magic pillar suddenly stopped.
The crucible, which lost its pressure and was stable, broke free and flew out.
After landing, a huge plume of smoke came out of the crucible and enveloped the Star Club.
It wasn't hot, but something moist and cool like mist.
John couldn't see through this kind of thing. He moved forward in the whiteness and saw the crucible which was still intact.
"Click."
A crisp cracking sound was heard, and under John's witness, the crucible began to break in half and fell down in half.
The fallen crucible hit the ground, and the impact caused both halves of the crucible to break into countless pieces at the same time.
"Well, it's incomplete." John muttered, walking to the crucible with hope and expectation.
He could hear his heart beating hard.
The physical discomfort seemed to be getting better at this moment.
Finally, this not-so-long distance was completed.
With an anxious mood, he carefully picked up the pieces.
Just like digging for gold in a dangerous mining area, he was careful every time he made a move.
Finally, when he picked up a triangular fragment, he saw the blood underneath.
The fog gradually dissipated, and the blood became translucent and clear after the starlight shone in.
John picked it up, and the moment he really touched it, he realized that this was not a dream.
"Successful."
Even with the prediction, John couldn't help laughing.
He staggered up, his body covered with dust and mess.
The weapons arsenal is also somewhat unrecognizable.
He held the object tightly in his hand and held it high.
Looking around, he smiled bitterly.
"Thankfully there's magic."
He took off the crown from his head, and it turned into starlight and disappeared in his hands.
After some searching, he found his wand.
The red oak wand was embedded in the wall, and it took John a lot of effort to pull it out.
Fortunately, the wand itself is hard and strong, otherwise John would have to find a new wand.
Walking out of the weapons warehouse, he found that the fog seemed to have taken root in the Star Club.
"Okay, it can be used as a weather for the Star Club." John raised his wand, and the mist floated up toward the dome.
The dome that was originally bright with stars now had something like clouds.
When the fog disappeared, John felt that his body was not so tired.
Perhaps this is the mood that brings physical and mental happiness.
John even considered taking a bath in the prefect's bathroom.
After all, it's a bit buried now.
Just as he was told, he headed to the prefect's bathroom.
Beautifully let myself take a bath.
But when he looked down, he saw dense black blood vessels on his body.
He looked up to the other side again.
There is a mirror there.
"It turns out it was just an illusion." He said when he saw himself in the mirror.
In the mirror, the black veins on his neck had extended to his cheeks.
He rubbed his brows, his throat felt itchy, and he coughed.
Black blood soaked the ground, and he spit out black blood.
On that pale face, the black lines became more obvious.
It made him look absolutely hideous and terrifying.
After cleaning away the black blood, he heard movement coming from the pool water.
Looking back, he saw Myrtle.
"John?" Myrtle, who used to be greedy for men, now stared blankly at John and the black blood.
She was stunned for a moment, then flew over and said, "Are you going to die? Then can you become a ghost when you die?"
John looked at Myrtle, who didn't seem sad, and couldn't help but choked up.
Even if you don't comfort me, you still curse me.
...
There is a subject at Hogwarts that both wizards and Muggles can learn.
It's just that both of them have one thing in common, that is, it is extremely painful to learn.
Malfoy understands this very well.
He still doesn't understand why he wants to remember the goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century.
However, under the examination, all living beings are equal.
March class proctored the exam and they came to the auditorium again.
"John, you didn't sleep well last night?" Malfoy saw John's face and couldn't help but teased: "Are you afraid that you won't be able to remember? I understand this too."
"By the way, aren't you hot? Your collar is so high?"
John rolled his eyes at him and said sarcastically: "You'd better think clearly about where the goblin rebellion was launched in the eighteenth century."
After being told this, Malfoy tried to think about it, but sadly found that he couldn't remember it.
"It's over."
He whined desperately, and John laughed, then coughed.
The cough is a bit severe.
Malfoy frowned and was about to ask when he heard the candidates entering.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
