RNP Chapter 386: Three People Meet Inside the Blood Gate
Chapter 386: Three People Meet Inside the Blood Gate
The moment Amanta stepped into the Blood Gate, it seemed as if all support was lost under her feet, and she fell into the abyss.
There was no wind, no sound, and the surroundings were freezing black.
She subconsciously reached out to grab something, but there was nothing to grab. There was only the feeling of falling, constantly pulling at her, as if her very soul was being torn away.
She gritted her teeth, gripped her wand tightly, and forced herself to catch her breath.
Don't panic, especially at times like this.
Suddenly, the surroundings became bright.
The dazzling golden-red light surrounded her from all directions like burning flames. The next second, she fell heavily to the ground, with charred stone slabs under her feet.
The air was filled with smoke and the smell of blood.
She looked up, only to see a ruin devoured by flames. The shock of the explosion had not yet completely dissipated, and in the distance, flickering flames flickered above the rubble.
It was that dream.
"The end of the war," she murmured.
She did not act rashly, but looked around cautiously.
Not far away, two fallen figures came into view and she saw them.
Harry. Draco.
They lay quietly in the rubble, their robes stained with blood, motionless.
Amanta's heart suddenly tightened, and her breathing became rapid. She instinctively took a step forward, wanting to rush over, but the next moment she pinched her arm hard.
"Calm down... This isn't real. It's an illusion."
She forced herself to stop and warned herself over and over again.
"This isn't real, they're not dead. This is an illusion trying to scare me, to make me lose control."
Her hands were still shaking, but her heartbeat gradually stabilized.
At this moment, a burst of footsteps sounded.
Several wizards in Ministry of Magic uniforms appeared in the firelight, their faces grim. They gathered around, and the man in the lead showed a metal disc. The disc spun, emitting a sharp humming sound, and the light needle kept jumping.
"According to the magic fluctuation tracking, the murderer is... you."
He pointed at her.
"You killed Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy!"
"What a joke!" She retorted subconsciously, but her voice stopped as soon as it came out.
wrong.
She glanced warily at the faces of the wizards. The faces of these people from the Ministry of Magic were blurry, like hastily pieced together wax figures.
This shows that it does not attempt to restore reality, but to induce emotions.
"It's not me." She spoke calmly, her voice clear amid the ruins. "What evidence do you have?"
"Liar!"
A familiar, sharp voice interrupted her.
A dark shadow rushed over.
It was Narcissa Malfoy.
She was wearing a black dress, with messy hair, and she knelt down beside Draco with an almost crazy look, holding him tightly in her arms.
"You killed my son!" She burst into tears and screamed at the top of her lungs, "He did it for you...he did it for you..."
"Shut up." Amanta whispered.
"You're cold-blooded and hypocritical, yet you still want to gain our trust!" Narcissa pointed at her, her eyes filled with hatred. "It's been you from the beginning! It's all you!"
Amanta clenched her back teeth, her knuckles turning white from gripping her wand.
Her heart was beating rapidly, and she could barely contain the anger and pain that surged in her chest.
"You are not her," she said slowly, "you are an illusion. The real Narcissa would never act like this."
She stopped looking at Narcissa and raised her wand, aiming it at the two fallen figures in the firelight.
"That's enough," she whispered.
The tip of the wand emitted a blue light that gradually spread out.
She coldly chanted an attack spell and struck directly at the core of the illusion.
"Confringo!"
The shock wave exploded with flames, and the entire scene shook violently.
Harry and Draco's figures gradually distorted and blurred in the light, like ashes blown away by the wind. Narcissa's cries suddenly rose in pitch and then disappeared.
The fire died down and the ruins receded.
The surroundings fell into a brief darkness again.
The next moment, there was a solid touch under my feet.
The air no longer smelled of ash and scorched earth, replaced by the coolness of damp rock.
She opened her eyes.
I was standing in a huge circular space.
Under his feet was a black stone slab as smooth as a mirror, and around him stood twelve stone pillars, engraved with ancient and complex characters, with dark red spots of light suspended on top, like solidified blood.
At the center of the circle is a low pool. The water is calm, rising and falling slowly on the surface, as if breathing.
She gripped her wand tightly and exhaled softly, feeling the fabric of her back stick to her clothes with cold sweat.
"You came."
A voice sounded from the side and behind.
She turned and saw Julius standing against the nearest stone pillar, his expression as calm as ever.
"You don't look very happy." He raised an eyebrow.
Amanta didn't respond, but just walked over, stood opposite him, and let out a long breath.
"How did you get out?" she asked.
Julius chuckled, his tone nonchalant: "In the way I'm good at."
She didn't ask further.
At this moment, a figure staggered out.
Neville stumbled out, with a scratch on his forehead and a dazed look on his face.
"This damn place...what on earth is going on..."
He was startled when he saw the two people: "Why are you here? No, damn it, it must be an illusion..."
"Calm down, Neville." Amanta patted his shoulder soothingly. "We came here after we found out you and Harry were missing. So, there are still four people who haven't come out yet: Harry, Hermione, Luna, and the one from the Ministry of Magic..."
"The one Hermione kicked in?" Julius raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting scene."
Amanta smiled.
"I hope they can all make it," she whispered.
She walked to the edge of the pool and stared at the dark red.
The bottomless pool of blood-red liquid was calm, yet it seemed to be gazing at her in a profound way.
Neville subconsciously took a half step back, as if he was afraid that the tide would suddenly rise and drag him in.
"So... Harry and the others haven't come out yet." Neville's voice was filled with worry.
"Ah."
Amanta responded lightly but did not look away.
They had been waiting for more than ten minutes, but there was no reaction from the blood pool or the stone pillars.
Julius leaned aside silently, not saying a word. He seemed to be lost in thought, his brow furrowed, his fingertips tapping the handle of his wand intermittently.
"What did you see in the illusion?"
Amanta finally looked away and looked at Neville.
Neville was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to ask this.