When Alan returned from the year 1066 to the night of 1996, he found himself standing outside the arched door of the very ancient, worn, and decaying stone of the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.
In the chaotic room, Allen saw his mother sitting on the stone steps, wiping her tears, and Daisy, who was gently comforting his mother while wiping her tears. Although he wanted to go forward and reunite with his family, the people waiting for rescue behind the tattered curtain made him have no time to greet them, and his figure immediately disappeared.
"Huh? Alert, there's an intruder! " An Aura's surprised voice sounded, and then issued a warning, but in the next second, Allen's figure disappeared. He wasn't the only one who saw this. Several other Auros saw this from different angles as well.
The wizard who just appeared in front of the arch was exuding a terrifying aura. His hooded head was slightly lowered, and they couldn't see his face clearly, but under his silver hair, his skin was so pale that he didn't look like a living person. Although the time he stayed was very short, so short that the Aura thought they were hallucinating, but they still saw that the man's waist was tied with a bone belt made of a demon's skull in the shape of a goat's horn, exuding the aura of hell.
They quickly issued a warning, and the Aura in the room quickly moved. Some quickly rushed to the arch, some quickly gathered in front of Mrs. Harris and Daisy to protect them, and some immediately tried to contact the Aura office to report the situation here to their superiors.
In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared. The others heard the warning and looked at the arch, but found that there was nothing under the high arch, only the curtain was gently fluttering, as if someone had just touched it.
A valley appeared in front of Allen at a glance. He saw a village, which was undoubtedly Little Hangerton, located between two steep hills, and the church and graveyard were clearly visible.
Allen, who only knew the approximate location of Gunter's old house, teleported to Little Hangerton. He needed a local Muggle to guide him, and because the ring itself was viciously cursed by the Lord Voldemort, even if it was placed in the storage space to absorb the soul from the Lord Voldemort's soul, Allen still needed to touch it personally.
In order to avoid more accidents, Allen needed to let someone try on the Marvolo Gunter's ring with the resurrection stone. Gunter's ring. Due to the lack of time, Allen did not look for those heinous criminals or those who had committed the most heinous crimes. He just grabbed the first Muggle he saw in Little Hangerton. It was a man of medium height. He was quite plump, fat, and well-maintained. His shaved chin and neck were as flat as his heels, and it gradually extended to his fat, jelly-like cheeks, which made his face look a little like Neville's pet.
After casting a curse on the man, he made his lips stick together to prevent the man from screaming like a pig being slaughtered. Allen then used [Telepathy Extraction] on the man whose face was red. Then, he looked at the hillside opposite the valley, which was roughly in the direction of Big Hangerton.
In order to save time, Allen picked up the Muggle and used [Phantom Shift] to teleport to a place about four or five miles away. It was in front of a very dilapidated house.
The Muggle looked in horror at the only winding, bumpy, and rocky dirt road that led to the house from the village. He did not understand the situation at all. He did not know why this strange person in front of him, who was either a human or a ghost, would bring him to such an unguarded place. The Muggle could not help but clamp his thighs together.
The house was half-hidden among the intertwined trees. Although the moon and stars were sparse in the sky, the ancient trees above cast a cold, dark, and dense shadow, blocking all the light. The walls were covered with moss, and many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, revealing the inner rafters here and there. Dense nettles grew around the house, and the tall nettles reached the windows. The windows were very small and covered with thick layers of old dirt.
After petrifying the middle-aged man, Allen threw him under a thick tree. He then turned into a cloud of black mist and quickly searched for traces of the ring in Gunter's old house. Although the Lord Voldemort had set up a lot of curses in Gunter's old house to protect the Lifestone, the power he used was all dark magic, curses, and the power of death. After reading the Nether Scroll and going to the underworld to meet the Grim Reaper, Allen had a deeper understanding of these dark powers than the second The Dark Lord. Therefore, Allen, who had learned Counterspell, did not touch any of the magic traps set up by Gunter. He walked directly into the house and found the location of the Lifestone.
The tree branches swayed in the breeze, and a full moon peeked out from the faint clouds.
"Break into pieces." As soon as Allen's voice trailed off, the milky white camphor wood box broke into pieces. An ugly black gemstone ring lay quietly on the fine white cashmere. The gemstone was engraved with the emblem of Peveril.
At this moment, a hissing voice came from the ring. "I see your heart. You are passionate about power …" But before the ring could finish its words, Allen's figure suddenly disappeared. The ring let out a sigh of annoyance and returned to its original black appearance.
A face flashed in the darkness, and the layers of branches and leaves on top of his head looked like a demon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Muggle, who was lying motionless on the ground, widened his eyes in fear.
"Alex? Mr. Cracknell, I'm sorry, "Allen said to Muggle, who was thrown under the roots of the tree.
"Hmm …" Alex heard his own voice. He moved his fingers and found that he could control his body again. But then he floated in the air and followed Allen uncontrollably.
"What are you doing?" Alex looked at Allen's figure, and a chill ran down his spine. His whole body trembled non-stop, and he didn't even think of hiding it.
But Allen, who was in a hurry, wasn't in the mood to answer him.
Alex was thrown directly in front of the ring. His lips were sweating, and his throat was dry. He looked at the ring as if he had seen a ghost. "Don't be afraid …" The hissing voice sounded again, but before he could do anything to tempt the Muggle to put the ring on his finger, it flew into the air. The Muggle's hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. He stretched his hand forward stiffly, and the ring was put on his thick finger.
In an instant, the Muggle's face showed a look of enjoyment and satisfaction. But Allen saw the black gas quickly spread along his hand, burning and corroding his skin. He trembled as if he had been electrocuted. Every muscle in his body tightened, and the veins on his temple popped. But the expression on his face was one of incomparable enjoyment and indulgence.
"What a powerful curse." Allen judged the power contained within. No matter how talented and hardworking Voldemort, who was born as a mixed-blood orphan, was, it was obvious that the amount of dark knowledge he could come into contact with could not exceed the limits of this era. Relieved, the wizard stroked his hand in the direction where the black gas was spreading. Under his control, the black gas, which had already spread to half of the muggle man's body, quickly retreated back into the ring. The ring emitted a long, ghost-like cry of unwillingness.
Alex, who had regained his senses, was horrified. He looked at Allen's pale face and the burning pain all over his body. He screamed and wanted to run, but he couldn't move his body at all. His legs were like jelly, and they didn't listen to him at all. His whole body was shaking like a sieve.
There are no ghosts in this world! This sentence flashed through his mind, but now, he no longer believed it.
He saw Allen pick up the ring himself. The black gas spread and slowly wrapped around his hand and arm. It quickly spread across his body.
Allen, who had blocked the illusion brought by the ring, could only feel the black gas permeating every inch of his skin. It desperately tried to burrow into Allen's body, but it couldn't break through his skin. So, the black gas became thicker and thicker. It spread across Allen's body, over his arm, and slowly towards his chest … But it still couldn't do anything to Allen.
Allen closed his eyes and focused. He once again focused on controlling the black gas that represented the curse to retreat. The black gas screamed and was sealed back into the ring by Allen.
After resisting the curse, Allen pulled out the scalpel from his waist with his right hand and pried the black resurrection stone out of Gunter's ring. Then, he raised his staff with his left hand and grabbed the rhombus-shaped resurrection stone with his right hand. He wanted to inject the soul energy stored in his staff into the resurrection stone to increase its power. However, the rhombus-shaped resurrection stone suddenly spun in his hand. Allen looked down at the resurrection stone in his hand.
The moment he turned the resurrection in his hand, a trance female voice that Allen was familiar with, like a song and a whisper, suddenly appeared behind him out of thin air. "Good evening, Allen."
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