Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 165 Little Saint Ron's Great Saint Divine Might

Chapter 166 Little Saint Ron's Great Saint Divine Might

Picking up where we left off, Harry played chess, ate poison, and his laughter echoed through the cave—truly a heroic act.

Blake and Ron listened intently, both secretly marveling at the scene and filled with admiration.

Black feared that if things dragged on any longer, the poison in Harry's stomach would churn even more violently, causing him to suffer even more.

He tensed his arms, swung the stone bowl around, and began scooping water from the stone basin.

Every sip that Harry took felt like a thousand poisonous needles piercing his throat and intestines, or like boiling oil frying his internal organs.

This pain was extraordinary; even the killing blows of Dong Chao and Xue Ba, and the fiery sea in the Yama's Palace, were no more intense.

But Harry was a ruthless veteran in the army, with a heart of steel. No matter how excruciating the pain was, he gritted his teeth and kept silent.

The hardest thing to endure was the inner demons. He felt countless evil thoughts surging in like a tide, making his mind chaotic and no longer clear. Even the hundred or so soul-devouring ghosts seemed to be about to escape his control.

He immediately began to silently recite the Taoist classics and Buddhist scriptures. His lips moved slightly, and each word was like a battle cry, which temporarily suppressed the many demonic obstacles.

After drinking eighteen bowls, a loud "clang" was heard from the bottom of the stone basin, revealing a fake pendant box.

Black, quick-witted and agile, pounced on the object like a hungry tiger, abandoning the stone bowl and running to Harry to pat his back and chest.

"Harry! You don't need to drink anymore! I've already got Regulus's belongings!"

Hearing Black's shouts, Ron rushed forward, intending to help Harry up and offer some words of comfort. But Harry seemed not to hear him, his emerald eyes fixed on the chessboard like a hawk's, and he boomed:

"As the saying goes, everything has a beginning and an end. Brother, please sit down and join me in finishing this unfinished game of chess."

Ron was so shocked by these words that he couldn't close his mouth. Seeing that Harry really wanted to play chess in this situation, he had no choice but to straighten his clothes and sit down.

The two heroes rallied, and there they were: the chessboard like a battlefield, the pieces like soldiers. Though Harry was suffering from the effects of the drug, he silently channeled the scriptures into his dantian, and his pawn charged forward like the wind, aiming straight for the king's head. With a "snap," Harry clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

"General!"

Ron let out a sigh of relief. "You win, Harry."

Harry waved his hands repeatedly, "Brother, you're mistaken. You were preoccupied with my safety and your mind wasn't on me. This victory was unfair."

"But you also recited the Rebirth Curse in your mind, didn't you?" Ron said bluntly. "I didn't hold back, Harry, you definitely won."

As the scriptures were mentioned, Harry felt the effects of the potion in his mind gradually waning, the wailing of the Soul-Stealing Ghosts subsiding, and the place becoming much quieter than usual, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the moon. Indeed: The poison passed through his intestines, but his Zen mind was enlightened to the core.

Harry secretly rejoiced: "Excellent! I've actually turned misfortune into a blessing in disguise, as this Despair Potion has strengthened my willpower. If I ever encounter those Dementors again, I'll devour at least three or five hundred of them!"

He propped himself up, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ron, and said with a smile, "Today's game of chess is undecided. Let's wait until we're drunk and spirited tomorrow, and then we'll have another three hundred rounds of fierce competition!"

Blake, who had been listening nearby, grew furious and shouted impatiently, "You two! Is this the time for sweet talk? We need to get out of here!"

"Harry must be incredibly thirsty!"

This was a wake-up call. Ron and Black quickly grabbed Harry's arms, one on each side, and were about to board the boat when Harry opened his eyes wide and shouted:

"Wait! My sworn uncle's remains are still in the cold pool; how can we abandon them so easily?"

Before the two could respond, Harry had already drawn his wand and pointed it into the air. A beam of white light shot into the sky, just like a thunderbolt from the heavens, illuminating the hundred-mile-long Yin Lake as if it were daytime.

He pointed his wand at the black water and cast a spell. Instantly, hundreds of shadow corpses burst forth from the waves and surged toward the stone island.

Black, however, had no time to argue with Harry. He quickly used the light to tiptoe and peer around, drew his wand and chanted the Wind Charm, pushing aside the Infernals and searching frantically in all directions.

Before long, a pale-faced, dripping wet corpse appeared, bearing a striking resemblance to him. Though his face was as white as paper, a hint of heroism remained in his brows.

"That's Regulus!"

"That's my brother!"

Black cried out and quickly cast a levitation spell, summoning Regulus's corpse. He then touched his forehead to dispel the spell, and Regulus's menacing body went limp.

Blake bent down and caught the cold body. Seeing his brother's lifelike face, he was overcome with grief, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears.

He hurriedly hoisted Regulus's corpse onto his back and called out to the shadowy corpse that had crawled to the edge of the island:

"Use the fire spell!"

"These infernals are afraid of fire! That's how Kreacher escaped!"

Harry, still recovering from his exhaustion, patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "This time, we'll rely entirely on this divine weapon of yours to break the deadlock."

Ron understood, immediately focused his energy in his dantian, squeezed his five fingers to clamp down on Liu Mogun, held the weapon upside down to face the horde of corpses, and chanted a spell.

"The flames are raging."

In an instant, crimson flames burst forth from the cracks in the Willow Demon Cudgel, as if a cauldron had overturned.

He continued forward, reciting the words;

"Rage spread like wildfire."

The red light on the staff intensified, illuminating the cave walls.

"Thunderous explosion."

"Fragmented to pieces".

After reciting four incantations in succession, the Willow Demon Cudgel trembled like thunder, and crimson-gold light flowed between the cracks in its body.

Ron quickly lunged forward, bracing the end of the staff with both hands, and swung his arm in a wide arc, shouting, "Go!"

The staff instantly stretched to a length of a hundred feet, and with a thunderous roar, it resembled Gonggong angrily striking Buzhou Mountain. Hundreds of corpses encountered the true fire and instantly exploded into ashes.

The cave was as bright as day, and the explosion sent stone chips flying everywhere. Blake hurriedly covered his ears, and when he looked again, half of the lake shore was completely empty.

Poems as proof:

The demon summoned corpses that filled the lake, and a chilling wind carried ghosts that howled wildly.

Ron raised his magic staff, and the countless corpses of the Yin Corpse turned to dust!

Ron was not slow at all. He chanted the incantation again, making the magic in the willow stick even stronger. He turned around and swung his arm. The hundred-foot-long fire stick swept across the back shore of the island in the middle of the lake with a "whoosh". There were continuous crackling sounds. The remaining corpses turned into smoke.

Without further delay, the three heroes carried Regulus's remains onto the small boat and sailed out into the distance.

Upon reaching the cave entrance, Harry quickly called for a handful of clear spring water, drank several mouthfuls, and then said:

"It's true that the hungry find food easily, and the thirsty find drink easily. Today, this sip of water feels even better than that fiery whiskey."

Black had no intention of answering at this moment. He simply placed Regulus's body on the rock and took the fake pendant box with trembling hands.

But when the mechanism popped open, a silk scroll was found hidden inside.

Harry and Ron rushed forward, and when the three heads were placed side by side, they saw that the letter was written in a flowing, powerful style, with ink that seemed to fly away.

To the Dark Lord:

I know that by the time you read this letter, I will be dead, but I want you to know that I discovered your secret, and I have taken the real Horcrux and destroyed it as soon as possible.

I would risk my life so that when you meet your destined opponent, you are just a mortal of flesh and blood.

RAB

(End of this chapter)