Chapter 283: Chapter 283 The current status of the secret realm and the ongoing competition
Just like the situation two years ago, Mount Olympus is now covered in a thick fog.
Dracula gently waved his wand in the thick fog.
A blood-red beam of light blasted towards a place in the thick fog, and the next moment, a hexagram magic circle surrounded by circular light appeared at the place bombarded by the spell.
Taking a step forward, Dracula instantly stepped into the rotating magic circle.
The moment he touched the light curtain, just like the time he came with Newt and the Greek Minister of Magic Albert two years ago, the world suddenly turned upside down.
The towering and majestic Mount Olympus turned upside down, hanging far above the sky.
And below Mount Olympus is a majestic and elegant building with a strong ancient Greek style, standing on a flat ground like water.
Andros's patron saint still stood there - as tall as Mount Olympus, like a silver giant that seemed to reach the sky and the earth.
However, the silver light on the giant flickered at this time, flashing from time to time, as if it would go out at any time.
Endless black fog filled the patron saint's surroundings, submerging most of those ancient Greek-style buildings, and these black fogs were still rising, and it would not be long before those temples and palaces would be completely buried...
Dracula knew that these buildings represented all the power that Andros could gather -
Most of these buildings were ancient Greek temples, which contained countless human beings' faith in gods, and were also full of the most earnest expectations of wizards and civilians in the magic world for Andros to defeat Herbo.
One building after another served as the array base, and together they formed a magical magic array, sealing Herbo's soul in this powerful array.
And the core of the array was the giant patron saint incarnated by Andros!
In the process of fighting against Helbo for more than 2,000 years, Andros's power was slowly weakening over time, but Helbo's soul power was growing for some reason.
As one grew stronger, the other weaker, and gradually, Andros was unable to suppress Helbo.
To this end, he borrowed the power of the building projection, and used his remaining power to communicate with the original building in the outside world, connecting the faith of ordinary wizards on this land.
In the end, Andros, with the help of the faith of outsiders, once again gained the power to rival Helbo.
However, people's faith is not endless. When this faith can no longer support Andros's confrontation with Helbo, the formation automatically absorbs the foundation of the Greek magic world, that is, the magic power that escapes outside.
This is a move that gambles the future of the Greek magic world, but these magic powers can't resist Helbo's sudden surge in power this time.
When these buildings are completely buried, that is when the secret realm collapses and Helbo is born!
Dracula's eyes became very solemn.
He flashed and appeared in the center of the giant guardian.
A tall man wearing a white robe-like outfit and bare shoulders stood pale in the center of the guardian, trying to maintain the suppression of Helbo by this secret realm to prevent him from breaking through the secret realm and entering the world. Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)
"What happened here?" Dracula frowned and asked the man, "Why did Helbo's power become so strong in just two years? Wasn't he eliminated by us two years ago? It will take at least ten years for him to recover?"
Hearing Dracula's question, Andros turned around and smiled at him reluctantly.
"Ah, you're finally here, my old friend." Andros relaxed a little and forced a smile, "You didn't kill all the Dementors outside, did you? I can only think of plundering the dark energy of the Dementors to restore his strength..."
"How is that possible?" Dracula retorted, "In order to prevent you from dying too quickly, I have hardly killed any Dementors in the past two years... Besides, I just went to Azkaban a while ago, and the Dementors there are alive and well!"
"Ahem... What's the matter with Herpo's power?" Andros coughed weakly a few times and said to Dracula, "I don't understand, there was no sign at all, and he almost broke through the secret realm before I could react."
"When did his power start to surge?" Dracula asked.
"I've been in the secret realm and can't tell the exact time," Andros said, "but it's very close, no more than a few hours."
"A few hours..." Dracula frowned, "Why didn't he get into trouble when I was bored before, but he had to go wrong at the beginning of the semi-finals? I always feel that it's a bit deliberate..."
"Don't study whether it's deliberate or not, I can't stand it anymore!" Andros rolled his eyes unhappily beside him, "Hurry up, come and help!"
Dracula put aside his doubts and raised his wand-
"Expe."
I don't know how long it took, Harry only encountered a few magical animals that were not too dangerous along the way, and a few magical obstacles were not too complicated. He couldn't help but wonder if the wizard who set up this maze underestimated their abilities.
The trophy was getting closer and closer. After walking on a flat road for a few minutes, Harry suddenly stopped.
A sound came from a road next to him.
"What are you doing, Krum?" said Cedric's voice. "What on earth do you want? Warriors are forbidden to hurt each other!"
Then Harry heard Krum's voice.
"Crucio!"
The air was suddenly filled with Cedric's screams.
Harry ran wildly along his path in terror, trying to find a gap to get through, but couldn't find one.
He tried the Crushing Charm again in a panic, which didn't work very well, but he finally opened a small hole in the hedge.
He stuck his leg into the hole and kicked hard at the dense thorns and branches. Finally, he kicked a gap and struggled through, tearing his robes.
Looking to the right, Cedric was lying on the ground, twitching, and Krum was looking down at him indifferently.
Harry climbed to his feet and pointed his wand at Krum. Krum looked up, saw Harry, turned around and ran away.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled.
The spell hit Krum's back.
He stopped suddenly, fell forward, and lay face down on the grass without moving.
"Cedric, how are you?" Harry rushed to Cedric, grabbed his arm and asked hoarsely.
Cedric had stopped twitching and lay there gasping for breath, covering his face with his hands.
"It's okay, you came in time, I'm not that fragile." Cedric panted, "Maybe it's because he didn't master the Cruciatus Curse very well."
"I can't believe it... Krum sneaked up behind me... I heard it, turned around, and he pointed his wand at me..."
Cedric stood up, his body still shaking, and staggered to the ground.
They looked at Krum, who fell to the ground under the effect of the Stunning Spell.
"It's hard to believe... I thought he was pretty good." Harry stared at Krum in disbelief.
"I used to be too," said Cedric.
"By the way, did you hear Fleur's scream?" Harry suddenly remembered the scream just now, and looked at Cedric and asked.
"I heard it," Cedric nodded, "Do you think Krum also did it to her?"
"I don't know." Harry's tone was very heavy, and he said slowly.
"Don't think too much, the game is not over yet." Cedric held the hedge next to him and asked in a low voice. "Are we leaving him here?"
"No," Harry denied flatly, "I think we should shoot red sparks and let someone take him away... otherwise he might be eaten by the blasting-tailed skrewt."
"He deserves it." Cedric muttered.
But he still raised his wand and shot a string of red sparks into the air. The sparks surrounded Krum and marked his location.
Next, a very strange scene appeared in the maze.
Just now, because of Krum, the two warriors, Harry and Cedric, temporarily united - and now, the fact that they are opponents has returned to the minds of the two people.
After all, now that Fleur and Krum were eliminated, only the two of them and John were left on the field, and the probability of them winning the championship was greatly increased... Now everyone wanted to win the final championship.
Whether it was because of the honor or because of the 1,000 Galleons.
They walked silently on the dark path, and when they reached a fork in the road, Harry suddenly turned left, and Cedric turned right in tacit understanding.
Cedric's footsteps soon disappeared.