radicalducati Chapter 47 The Man in Black Robes
Chapter 47 The Man in Black Robes
He cast another illusion spell on himself.
The system panel popped up quietly in front of him and then quickly disappeared, but it was enough for him to notice the changes in the information it revealed.
[Illusion Spell Proficiency Increased]
【Illusion Spell LV1 (1/4)】
For the past two months since enrolling, Vaughn has never slacked off in practicing spells.
Of course, his main focus was still on potions.
Therefore, these two months are mainly for intensive mastery of a limited number of spells.
其中基础魔咒铁甲咒升到LV4(0/16)，缴械咒升到LV3(2/8)，一个月前从斯内普那里学到的高深魔咒，则重点攻克粉碎咒、幻身咒和神锋无影。
About a week ago, all three devices were upgraded to LV1, which means I have successfully entered the field and can use them relatively smoothly.
After that, Vaughn didn't practice much more.
Only maintain a certain amount of training each day, because it would take a lot of time to improve proficiency further.
Especially the Divine Edge Without Shadow.
Although it was a dark magic that Snape developed during his school years, it is a rather complex and difficult spell.
Vaughn suspected that Snape had used some of his family's knowledge of dark magic.
In comparison, the Disillusionment Charm is much simpler, since it's a regular spell, and with Vaughn's talent for spells, he can master it quickly.
While sensing the subtle changes that occurred when he cast the Disillusionment Charm, Vaughn tried to walk as quietly as possible through the stairs and corridors.
At this moment, Hogwarts is empty and desolate, and any sound will be amplified by the crisscrossing, deep corridors.
Vaughn gently tapped his wand to his ear, allowing his ears to receive more sound.
This is what he has gained from spending time in the library over the past two months—there, you never know, a little-known spell might be hidden in one of the books there.
They are usually not very powerful, and some are more like pranks.
For example, the telepathic spells Vaughn previously cast on himself and Ron, and the ear-expanding spell he's using now, are recorded on a yellowed parchment. The heading of that parchment reads:
10 cheating spells for exams.
Below the parchment was a line of cursive writing: "Thank you, Mr. McLagan, for your hard work in compiling this. I will instruct Ms. McGonagall to add them to the list of anti-cheating spells. Your faithful Transfiguration Professor, Albus Dumbledore."
Poor Mr. McLagan, while mourning his predecessors from decades ago, Vaughn was trying to find a new use for their legacy. He listened intently and soon caught a series of hurried footsteps.
It passed overhead, went straight up to the third floor, and then the fourth floor.
Vaughn quickened his pace, but when he reached the third floor, he suddenly stopped in surprise—
He heard a new sound, a barely audible voice, its teeth chattering, hidden in the fourth-floor Charms classroom, almost brushing past Quirrell's hurried footsteps.
"Harry... what's wrong...?"
"It hurts... my head hurts so much..."
It's Harry and Hermione!
Five minutes earlier, Harry and Hermione were preparing to go find Vaughn and Ron, who were unaware of the trolls.
At first, things went smoothly. They successfully fooled Percy and didn't attract anyone's attention, managing to break away from the group.
But soon the two became confused. No one knew where Vaughn had taken Ron. They wandered aimlessly from the second floor to the third floor. After their momentary impulse dissipated, Hermione, regaining her senses, began to persuade Harry to go back.
"Tell Percy what happened and let him ask the professors for help. It's better than us wandering around like this," she whispered to Harry as she crouched at the top of the fourth-floor staircase.
Harry hesitated for a moment, though he knew, of course, that Hermione was right.
But for some reason, his mind is in a mess right now, and his thoughts keep uncontrollably going to the next level!
Go up another level!
Let's go check the fourth floor!
Those ideas came about in a strange way; they popped up suddenly.
As if from the depths of his consciousness, a thought told him that he would definitely gain something by going to the fourth floor.
He even felt a sense of excitement, anticipation, and the joy of his impending success.
The emotion was so intense that he could barely resist it!
"Let's go up another floor!" Harry urged. "Let's check the fourth floor. If it's not there, we'll go find the professors."
Hermione had no choice but to agree.
To Harry's disappointment, after searching for a while on the fourth floor, the two still found nothing. Just as he was trying to suppress the increasingly strong thoughts in his mind and preparing to go back with Hermione,
A series of footsteps approached from the other end of the stairs!
In the dim light, the two exchanged a glance. Whether it was Percy or the professor who came, they couldn't let anyone see them, otherwise Gryffindor would lose points again.
Hermione noticed the Charms classroom and immediately pulled Harry inside.
The two huddled behind the door, peering through the slightly ajar crack.
Seeing a blurry figure with a long robe covering its head in the dimly lit corridor, they quickly walked over.
Who is that?
Although the dim light and narrow field of vision made it difficult for them to discern.
But now, the students have all returned to their dormitories, and the professors are searching for the troll in the basement.
Who would come to the fourth floor? And what would they be doing there?
Harry thought of the room at the end of the fourth-floor corridor, the one with the three-headed dog Fluffy and the trapdoor, which might be hiding the Philosopher's Stone.
He glanced at Hermione, who seemed to have realized it too, and she covered her mouth in shock.
Harry wanted to see who that person was.
He ignored Hermione's constant shaking of her head, gently pushed open the door, and peeked out.
The black figure shrouded in a robe had reached the middle of the corridor, and Harry could only see his back.
But the instant the person's back came into view, Harry felt an indescribable pain spread from the scar on his forehead, quickly reaching his entire head.
The pain was so intense, burning, and sharp, as if someone had chopped his head with a red-hot axe.
Harry convulsed and collapsed to the ground.
Everything in his vision blurred into a hazy halo due to the pain, and he heard Hermione's worried whisper:
"Harry, Harry, what's wrong?"
"It hurts, my head hurts so much..."
Harry barely suppressed the urge to roar, groaning as he felt Hermione pulling and dragging him, seemingly worried about being discovered by the figure.
But it was too late. Through his blurry vision, he saw the indistinct figure in black robes stop.
Perhaps it was the pain that caused the tears, but everything in Harry's vision was distorted and stretched, like a scene from a horror movie, with all the light and darkness twisting and dancing wildly around the figure in the black robe.
hiss--
hiss--
Harry heard the man in black robes speak in a hoarse, unpleasant voice, like that of a viper.
Then, the man in black turned around, and the distorted light and shadow vanished in an instant.
Harry was breathing heavily. He didn't know what had happened, only that his head no longer hurt. But the bad situation was not over. He saw the man in black robes hurriedly swing his wand.
"I'm fainting..."
But just a second before it was finally unleashed, Harry saw someone appear beside him and heard a clear, childlike voice shout:
"Disarm you!"
It's Vaughn!
A dazzling red light shot out from the air.
It rammed violently into the man in black, forcing him to retract his wand and swipe it in front of him.
"Armor for protection!"
The red light struck the man in black robes and was blocked by a semi-transparent shield. However, the power contained in the spell was clearly beyond the man in black robes' expectations. It surged and trembled, flickering on and off!