Harry picked up his wand with a dazed expression.
11 inches, holly wood, phoenix feathers. Wands made from this wood have properties that repel evil.
"If the first time I used magic outside of school I would just get a warning, maybe I could..." He looked at his wand, recalling the powerful spell the diary taught him.
"This spell should be very simple for you, but you must have a strong enough desire to destroy in your heart - the stronger the desire for destruction in your heart, the more powerful the spell you will cast!" - wrote the diary.
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 out of the cage and run to King's Cross Station, to Diagon Alley, to Wes Lai's house... he can go anywhere, as long as he is not allowed to stay in this palace-like place. In the house!
He slowly opened his mouth and tried to pronounce the spell.
But there always seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him - don't read or use that magic spell! This kind of curse that requires great destructive desire must be one of those evil and insidious magics, which will lead him to go down an evil 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 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 Curse to escape from the prison at this time, and wouldn't he have had to worry about whether to use this unknown secret? Where is the curse
"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 it 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 overcame his suspicion of the curse, and a red light flashed in Harry's eyes.
He tightened his grip on the wand, raised it sharply, and pointed it at the window grille that was blocking his path to freedom.
"Avada—"
As Harry recited half of the spell, the wand in his hand shook 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, these 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 returned to 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 he had exhausted all his energy.
"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, revealing a line of slightly vague handwriting -
"You disappoint me so much, Harry."
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At this moment, the trapdoor rang.
Harry subconsciously hid his wand under his pillow, and then realized that the people outside didn't bother to look in from 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 look of disgust.
"Don't be so cocky, that's all we have." Harry said with a straight face.
He put the empty bowl back by the trapdoor and lay down on the bed again, feeling hungrier than before the soup.
What would happen if a month passed and he didn't starve to death but didn't report to Hogwarts? Will Professor Dumbledore send someone to investigate the reason why he did not go back? Can the professors ask the Dursleys to let him go
If Professor Dracula is willing to come here in person, then it must be okay, right? He never cares about those strict rules, and he might just 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, the hunger in his stomach intertwined with the deeper pain in his heart. He didn't know if he did the right thing by not using the curse in the end, and he didn't know what his future would be like.
He was in Mimi Lake, thinking about questions that he couldn't find answers to, and fell asleep unknowingly, sleeping very uneasily.
Harry dreamed that he was once again standing in front of the grating that separated him from freedom, and once again he raised his wand.
This time, he recited the dangerous spell in its entirety—
A dazzling and frightening green light shot out from his wand and struck towards the solid cage.
However, the next moment, a red-haired boy with 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 from between the window bars, and someone staring at him through the iron bars - a boy with red hair, freckles, and a long nose.
Just like in the dream, Ron Weasley actually appeared outside Harry's window.
"Are you even dreaming about me, Harry?"
Ron knocked on the glass and smiled at Harry.
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Under a dark night, the starry sky hung low and connected with the blood-colored lake. On the edge of this bright red flat mirror stood a majestic ancient tower.
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 next to 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 corpse in the lake of blood. "I can only say... 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—
One part sank into the eyebrows of the Inferi, and the other slammed into the heart of the Inferi.
After doing this, the endless blood-red lake water surged up, covering the Inferi's arms, chest, cheeks, and finally 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. Paraedema."
"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 Inferi. One is to awaken corpses that died long ago..."
"... This kind of corpse has already been completely dead. It will not retain any movements or habits during life. It is like a piece of blank paper. It can only be ordered by the master who summoned the Infernal Corpse. The advantage is that it has one percent Hundreds of obedience.”
"But this kind of Inferi has also lost all its plasticity and can only act according to the instructions of its master. Without being controlled, they are like aimless walking zombies and are easy to deal with."
"As for the other kind, it's like the Inferi in front of us." Dracula pointed at the Inferi that was completely soaked in the lake of blood, and only an outline could be seen. "He should not be here yet." Before he died, the dark wizard used necromancy to issue an order. Whenever this order was triggered, he would act in a unique way. "
"Didn't you see it just now? The moment the lake water reached the tip of its nose, the Inferi seemed to be activated. It immediately moved towards the two of us and launched an attack."
"So I guess that his action order is probably to attack all life on the shore when he is in the lake, and try to drag all the life on the shore into the lake where he is."
Serena nodded thoughtfully, her slender eyebrows slightly furrowed as she looked at the inferi that had been so obedient but now began to struggle violently while soaking in the lake water.
"Wait a minute, I have a question." She asked, "If the command is triggered to be able to act, why did this kind of Inferi appear in the plain area below our Dracula Castle? Is this so-called command to attack life on the shore? , can you make the distance so far?"
"This is the second benefit of this kind of Inferi." Dracula chuckled. "Not only can they act through instructions when the summoner is absent, but they can also act like the walking dead without any consciousness. , obey the summoner’s orders.”
"Given that the werewolf Greyback brought an extremely large number of Inferi this time, Voldemort may have taken out most of the Inferi that he had made before. He gave these orders to obey Greyback's instructions. As a result, these inferi that originally lived in the lake also came to the plains of Romania.”
At this time, the necromancy ritual has come to an end.
Countless rays of black light passed through the blood from where the infernal corpse was, flying into the sky, and gradually outlined a huge skull with a snake spitting out of its mouth in the sky.
Seeing this, Dracula waved his wand again and started making changes on the huge black skull.
"I have another question." Serena asked from the side while watching Dracula draw.
"Ask, it depends on my mood whether you want to answer or not." Dracula seemed to be very happy, with a faint smile on his face.
"Why was only this Inferi not burned to death?" Serena looked at Dracula's happy expression, knowing that he would probably answer this question, "As far as I know, those Inferi that act based on instructions There should be many, right? But in the end, only this one survived."
"Yes, that's why I'm interested in him." Dracula held up his wand and painted as smoothly as he could. At the same time, he could calmly answer Serena's questions while distracted, "These instructions were given before his death. Most of the Inferi can retain some of their consciousness and habits during their lifetime, which is also an important reason that distinguishes them from low-level Inferi.”
"And this Inferi seems to have had a strong obsession that was not completed before it was alive, so it has retained a lot of subconscious consciousness and inherent habits, so that it can use its instinct to get rid of danger. Those phantom little bats are actually very easy to deal with, as long as they can be completely eliminated by the flames. Drive them away before they burn, and they themselves will be burned.”
"There is another very strange thing. Voldemort's necromancy seems to be very advanced, and even seems to be superior to mine... Well, of course this is impossible. He must have borrowed some relatively powerful props to achieve this. Effect."
Dracula's expression was quite confident, and at the same time he was quite disdainful of Voldemort, not believing that he could surpass him in necromancy.
"If you ask me, it should be the prop in Voldemort's hand that caused a qualitative change in his necromancy. I even suspect that this special Inferi even retains some of its memories during its lifetime."
"Whether it is really as I guessed depends on whether I can wake him up this time!"
Serena raised her head and looked curiously at the picture above the bloody lake.
Under Dracula's painting, gradually, the floating skull in the sky seemed to be erased bit by bit by a piece of eraser, and then another pen appeared, drawing on the original location of the skull. A pair of exquisite devil wings composed of several bone spurs.
"Done!"
Dracula clapped his hands with satisfaction and put his wand back into his pocket.
"What did you just do?" Serena asked curiously, "I thought you just suddenly became interested, so you drew a picture here."
"You didn't say anything wrong. I just did it because I was interested." Dracula shrugged. "Actually, I only needed to change the necromancy mark left by Voldemort in this infernal body to mine. It’s just fine, there’s no need to project the mark.”
As he spoke, he smiled and winked at Serena.
"But don't you think the feeling of projecting it like this and then painting it... has a sense of ritual and atmosphere?" Dracula said with a smile.
"Forget it, just be happy."
Serena looked at his happy expression, curled her lips helplessly, and looked towards the lake.
At this moment, a large number of bubbles suddenly emerged from the blood-colored lake where the Inferi were soaked. The people inside struggled violently, causing uneasy ripples to appear in the dead blood lake.
"What's wrong, is there something wrong with your necromancy spell?" Seeing this scene, Serena subconsciously stretched out her sharp nails and side teeth, and took a fighting stance.
Dracula also looked at this scene with some confusion.
"There shouldn't be any problems. I have changed the marks in his body to everyone, and even awakened some of his withered organs..."
Having said this, he suddenly rubbed his temples.
"It's my fault it's broken," Dracula said.
Serena looked at him confused.
"I only remember awakening his body organs, but I forgot to untie the bonds that were wrapped around him."
Dracula snapped his fingers.
The next moment, a handsome young man with black hair suddenly sat up from the bloody lake.
"Cough cough cough..."
As soon as he left the lake, he started coughing continuously. While coughing, he spit out a large amount of bright red lake water, which looked very painful.
"So you woke up this man's lungs, but you still soaked him in the lake water. Is that what you meant?" Serena silently retracted her nails and side teeth and said with a speechless expression.
"Don't worry about those details..." Dracula smiled awkwardly, and then walked straight to the lake.
At this time, the handsome young man with black hair finally spit out the blood-colored lake water that filled his lungs, and then subconsciously shouted -
"Kreacher!"
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