Aphasia at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and giant mushrooms grew one after another from the floor of the auditorium, like umbrellas, covering the students below and blocking the attack of the giant python transformed by Tom in the air.

Those giant pythons bit the mushrooms like biting on steel, leaving only tooth marks one after another, but they couldn't destroy them.

At the same time, Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff House and Professor of Herbology, waved his wand.

There are green plants growing from the ground of the auditorium, either vines or flowers, they wrap around the sleeping students, emitting green light, blocking the curse of those giant pythons outside.

Professor Flitwick also increased his power so that the students' dreams would not be affected.

The same was true for Snape as well, urging the bottle in his hand to make the aura that came out more intense.

Tom looked at the students who had been protected by groups below, and a haze flashed across his face. He looked at Dumbledore and the professors, his eyes became cold.

"It's a disgusting gesture. When you were fighting with me, you still wanted to keep the students from being affected." Tom said.

At the same time, the scaled snakes released by him to pollute the tentacles swam faster, and the white tentacles that grew upwards and bound Tom all turned dark green, looking strange.

This prevented Dumbledore from destroying the tentacles, pulling him into the Horcrux Journal.

But this only made his situation better. The magic that Dumbledore cast on the diary made him connect with those students, and he couldn't break the magic. He couldn't leave the auditorium now. Into the secret room.

Dumbledore didn't answer, Tom naturally couldn't understand what he did, he was a heartless person who ignored life, and he didn't want to explain anything to this memory.

It doesn't make sense.

What needs to be done now is to bring this to an end and return this memory of Voldemort to the place where he should have existed.

Not a secret room, but a diary.

Dumbledore raised his wand, pointed it at Tom, and muttered aloud.

It is still a language system that does not exist now, the rhythm is like singing, and it seems to be praying to something, the voice is simple and serious.

But it is undeniable that when Dumbledore was chanting that ancient spell, the surge of magic power around him was exaggerated like a huge wave of 100 meters on the sea, the surrounding magic power environment was affected, and the magic power of the professors inevitably weakened.

The diary began to change, and it began to swell, as if it had been cast with an expansion spell. After a while, it was half the size of the entire auditorium.

At the same time, its interior was also undergoing changes. Black liquid began to gush out from the white pages, and the entire diary became pitch black, like a black hole entrenched in the midair of the auditorium.

It's like the gates of hell.

From the dark pages of the diary, one pair after another of black hands began to appear, they frantically went up, and frantically grasped everything they could grasp.

Those notebooks were the first to bear the brunt. They were grabbed by a pair of hands and pulled into the diary that had become pitch-black without causing any ripples, as if they had been swallowed.

And those black hands continued to greedily grab the dark green tentacles growing on the notebook, some of them pulled on the tentacles, trying to pull Tom down, while the other part grabbed Tom directly.

Tom looked at all this, but smiled contemptuously, and looked at Dumbledore mockingly.

"I didn't expect that the venerable Professor Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, would actually use such evil ancient black magic." Tom said, with an indescribably mocking tone.

At the same time, more giant pythons and scaled snakes emerged from his body, rushing towards the black hands below like rain.

The giant python opened its bloody mouth and bit off a part of the black hand. At the same time, it used its huge body to wrap another part of the black hand in it, and then directly twisted it into pieces.

Those scaled snakes fell directly into the huge black hole-like diary below, dyed it with a dark green color, trying to pollute and destroy this magic.

It's just that the dark green stains they left behind were swallowed up by the blackness of the paper itself in an instant, as if they never existed.

"I don't mind using black magic when necessary." Dumbledore was not affected by Tom's words, but he still explained.

After all, there was another student present, and he had greater expectations of that student than Tom.

"Because I am using magic, not magic is using me."

As Dumbledore said, his wizard robe whirled, and more turbulent magic power emerged from him and poured into the magic he was using now.

More black hands appeared from the huge diary, grabbed upwards, vented their resentment, the scales of the giant python were torn by them, the flesh and blood of the giant python were swallowed by them, and the remaining skeleton was also in this violent Under the strength, it turned into pieces of broken bones, and then fell into the darkness below.

Then sink and disappear.

Countless black hands piled up towards the middle, you grab me, I grab you, forming a steeple, and the top of the tower is facing Tom in mid-air.

Hell beckoned to him.

Finally, those black hands touched Tom's feet, then his clothes, and then his body. Finally, Tom's whole body was submerged in the black torrent, and he couldn't see a single figure.

They held on to Tom, and like a wave that has reached its highest point, they began to sink, trying to pull Tom back into the diary.

succeeded?

Looking at the scene in front of her, Guan Qiong let go of her wand.

At this time, Tom was no longer visible, only the tall black spire made of black hands grew out of the huge diary, and it began to collapse downward like the Tower of Babel in myths and legends , and then fell into the black diary.

Everything seems to be over.

But Guan Qiong frowned suddenly, he seemed to hear something vaguely, coming from the tall steeple.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (the greatest of the Hogwarts four, Slytherin, come down!)"

A huge crash appeared from the ceiling, and the blockade formed by the power of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff was forcibly broken, and a huge hole appeared on the ceiling again.

But this time, a hideous flat head emerged from that hollow, staring down.