HBWnovel Chapter 149
Chapter 149
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He fainted from the severe pain and woke up again in endless pain.
When he woke up, he found himself lying on the dirt floor, surrounded by dead silence, and his blurred vision was dim. His perception told him that there were countless black tentacles densely surrounding him, and black mist was floating around, unknown. Tiredly plundering the surrounding life and feeding it to him.
Well, the bet was successful, and his magic power could indeed save his life driven by instinct.
It's too bad, he doesn't know what he has mutated into now. 7K妏揩
My mind is filled with painful screams of different tones and painful memory fragments - this is the sequelae of eating dementors - no matter how many times I eat it, it is still difficult to get used to it. The hunger that was destroying all his organs was bothering him again. All kinds of strange dark thoughts were rushing in his heart, and the noisy whispers were encouraging him: Why was he the one who suffered these bad things? Let the world feel the pain together...
This kind of whispering was no stranger. Tom had already faced it once before when he faced the young Riddle. How did he get rid of it at that time... He tried hard to maintain a trace of clarity in the trance. Yes, it was Lockhart's gem...
Just when he thought of this, his trouser pockets felt like a burning pain. Tom twitched his fingers and found that he had no strength. One tentacle bent down considerately, reached into his pocket, held the Eye of Gilderoy and placed it meekly in his hand.
"...Thank you." Tom said weakly, and touched the circles of fine teeth on the tentacles.
The tentacles shook happily.
...It feels weird. He thought silently.
After the strange gem came into contact with his skin, it ferociously sucked in his magic power, then gathered its strength and shot a blue firework upwards - and then was swallowed up by the surrounding black mist. Lost.
"...I will be sent directly to Azkaban with a look like this." Tom asked the gem helplessly, and at the same time he felt that he was really stupid for trying to talk to a stone.
The advantage of holding the Eye of Gilderoy tightly is that the burning pain has driven away part of the dark whispers. Now it feels like being under the water and peering through the water at the scenery on the shore, blurry and distorted, and no longer hearing those nameless voices so clearly. Bewitched.
"I have to find a way before someone finds me..." He lay on the ground and muttered to himself.
The gem trembled and ignited a blue flame. Through the light of the fire, Tom once again saw the huge invisible network composed of countless silk threads that penetrated the sky and the earth.
He had already speculated about this invisible web that could only be seen through the Burning Eye of Gilderoy. After all, Lockhart had mentioned the Fate's loom before...
This time the mysterious blue flame only burned for a moment. In that moment, several invisible threads on his body shook and fell apart, and then connected together again. Then the flames suddenly went out. Tom held the Eye of Gilderoy tightly and found that it had several deep cracks on its body, as if it would shatter into slag if he tried again.
...Tom pursed his lips and tried to take the magic power back into his body - the wandering magic power was very tame, but there was too much, so much so that the blackness visible to his naked eyes did not disappear much, and he could clearly feel the overwhelming pain in his body. , as well as the erosion of the body by dark magic and attempts to transform it... He had no choice but to stop.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for the Eye of Gilderoy to bring him a turning point - he heard the clear and sweet chirping in the air, waved away the magic that blocked his sight, and saw a beautiful bird hovering over the withered trees. Son--
"Fox!" He called out the phoenix's name, and gathered some strength to wave at it.
The phoenix circled again, folded its wings hesitantly, and landed next to him.
"Fox..." Tom kept calling it. The light power of the phoenix made his whole body feel like burning pain, but the erosion of the body by the dark magic power in his body seemed to be suppressed and slowed down.
"Help……"
Tom didn't know what he was begging from Fox. No matter how smart it was, it was just a phoenix... But Fox seemed to have figured it out.
The golden-red phoenix tilted its head and looked at him, then looked at the mutant magic power that was showing its teeth and claws. It bounded closer to Tom, staring at him firmly with its bright black eyes, and then its head dropped and pressed warmly against his cheek.
"Fox..." Tom murmured, feeling that the dark whispers further dispersed, and the painful screams in his head seemed to be shut out of the room.
He stretched out his hands with great effort, hugged the big bird loosely, and buried his face into its soft and warm feathers.
Strangely, in the pain of being burned by the light power, his spirit slowly relaxed. With Fox's melodious singing, wisps of uncontrolled dark energy were emitted from his body like curling smoke. Force it out and dissipate in the air.
Fox rubbed his face affectionately, and the slightly cool beak touched his face, like a gentle kiss.
"Fox?" Tom asked him, raising his face.
Those bright black eyes looked at him clearly and tenderly, and then the phoenix spread its huge wings and covered its head and face - the next moment, the blazing fire ignited from the phoenix's body, taking him with it in the blink of an eye. Get up——
Tom screamed in dizziness. He felt like a piece of pig iron being roughly thrown into the stove. A pair of hands was beating him crazily, beating out the impurities. At the same time, the power of light began to mold him, and he was beaten out of the furnace. The parts eroded by the dark power are reshaped——
The violent light power washed firmly through his body along his muscles and blood vessels. He vaguely saw that his wandering mutant magic power was also being forged in the flames of Phoenix Nirvana...
Everything was firmly transforming towards the light, until a familiar roar of laughter sounded next to it.
Tom held the bald Fox, who had shrunk to the size of his fist, and looked around weakly and alertly. He saw a tall woman wearing a feather coat and a golden crown lightly landing on the top of a dead tree and looking down at him.
"...Anima," Tom gritted his teeth and called out her name in severe pain, "The Dark Lord!"
The honey-skinned woman was not surprised that Tom recognized him. She didn't care about it at all.
"I have been waiting for a long time..." she said with a smile, "a question that I have been curious about for a long time, and I finally got the opportunity to experiment."
"I believe Dumbledore has been waiting for a long time. He hopes to solve your problem once and for all..."
"A man-made child of light?" she said with interest, "I believe it was your act of turning into light that inspired him."
"However..."
She opened her arms high up, and the boundless darkness seemed like wings hanging from the sky, and the black feathers made of condensed magic fell down.
"There is light at the end of darkness," she said in a sing-song voice, with a smile, "at the end of light..."
"It's darkness."
Endless darkness evaporated from her body, rising from every corner of the Forbidden Forest, converging into a dark cloud, pressing down on Tom on the ground.