nagpurpolice Chapter 201 Pull!
Chapter 201 Pull!
Chapter 201 Pull!
Filled with anxiety and unease, the Weasleys rushed to Hogwarts. Without a moment's rest, they used the Floo Network to urgently transport Ginny to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries that very night.
Before sending Ginny away, Mrs. Weasley called Percy, Fred, George, and Ron together.
She was so angry her face turned pale, her finger almost poking their noses, and she launched into a tirade: "Are you all just decorations? Your sister is absent-minded all day, her face is as pale as a sheet, and none of you notice? No one thinks of caring about her? I've wasted my time teaching you how to take care of your family!"
She gave them no chance to explain, and berated everyone until they couldn't lift their heads.
Ron felt wronged, but at the same time, he felt guilty for not taking good care of Ginny.
Harry and Hermione could only keep comforting him and telling him not to worry too much.
The following morning, Professor McGonagall issued an emergency notice to the entire university, but the wording was extremely cautious.
The notice stated that, after a thorough investigation by Professor Lynch, it has now been confirmed that the root cause of Mrs. Lorris's misfortune was a "highly dangerous and deceptive black magic artifact."
The notice emphasized the item's appearance—an ordinary-looking, black, old diary with no magical energy, possibly slightly worn on the cover. It also issued a stern warning: Any student, regardless of their college, who discovers this item must immediately report it directly to their college dean or any professor. Unauthorized contact, reading, or possession in any form is strictly prohibited; violators will face the most severe disciplinary action and may suffer "irreversible serious harm."
After the announcement, Professor McGonagall displayed her decisive and efficient nature. She immediately organized the largest sweep of searches Hogwarts in decades. Teachers, including Filch, searched every nook and cranny, from the cellars to the towers, from abandoned classrooms to the broom cabinet. Students were also questioned one by one about whether they had seen or heard of such a diary.
However, the diary vanished as if it had evaporated into thin air, leaving no trace whatsoever. It simply disappeared completely within the high walls and secret passages of Hogwarts, leaving only a silent, ominous shadow hanging over the hearts of everyone who knew about it.
Afterwards, given that Lynch had successfully located the secret room and obtained information about the basilisk, the risks became manageable to some extent.
After assessment, Professor McGonagall decided to lift the ban on the use of the troublesome "fixed-room" immediately—a decision that was welcomed by all the students—although the rules of professor patrols and groups of five must still be followed until the crisis is completely and thoroughly resolved.
At the same time, since the notice clearly attributed Mrs. Lorris's ordeal to a dark magic artifact rather than the legendary "purification" act of the Slytherin heir, the previously rampant rumors about the "Chamber of Secrets" and the "Slytherin heir" lost their most crucial supporting point and quickly lost their appeal.
Harry's situation at school improved significantly as a result. Although his Parseltongue ability still drew strange looks from some classmates, the most malicious speculations and accusations, which directly and indirectly pointed to him as the "Slytherin heir," gradually subsided.
Especially in the Gryffindor Tower, he rediscovered the unconditional warmth and acceptance from his own house. Seamus Finnigan no longer looked at him with suspicion, and Dean Thomas would proactively discuss Quidditch with him; the atmosphere in the common room returned to its former liveliness and friendliness. In the evenings, when he sat by the fireplace writing his history of magic assignments, the deliberate distancing and whispers around him were no longer replaced by familiar, reassuring noise.
This made him realize that this place was still his home and his strongest support.
Just as the various upheavals within Hogwarts were gradually subsiding.
The Forbidden Forest Stone House, Lynch's alchemy room.
On the central stone table sits a large terracotta flowerpot, its soil dark, and a mandrake plant, its leaves having changed from green with a hint of purple to half green and half purple, sways gently.
It is not yet mature and is far from being able to be used to prepare a potion to remove petrification, but even in this immature state, its destructive power is still considerable.
Lynch specifically requested this from Professor Sprout under the pretext of "studying the effects of advanced protective magic on magical plants."
Lin Qi stood quietly in front of the stone table, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his hands clasped in black dragon-skin gloves.
His gaze fell on the slightly trembling leaves of the mandrake.
Although Lynch knew that once the plant was pulled from the soil, it would emit a shriek powerful enough to drive anyone of weak will to madness or unconsciousness in an instant, he remained unmoved.
Only his steady, long breathing could be heard in the room.
After a moment, he slowly raised his right hand and gently placed his palm on his left chest, near his heart.
Through the fabric, I could feel a steady and powerful heartbeat through my fingertips.
He closed his eyes, drawing all his mental energy inward, as if compressing scattered light into an invisible singularity.
His consciousness sank into a dimension that ordinary people could not perceive—the realm of the soul.
A low, almost silent syllable, yet seemingly capable of shaking the soul, escaped from his lips with extreme slowness and clarity:
"Anima Tegumentum (Soul Armor)".
This was the spell he had painstakingly created over ten years, a spell that could only affect his own soul.
However, unlike the hasty approach of only constructing the area directly in front when dealing with Voldemort's soul attack last time, this time Lynch meticulously refined the spell's effect, ensuring it perfectly covered his soul from all angles.
However, it was clear that casting this spell was extremely burdensome, and Lin Qi's face visibly paled, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
The instant the spell was completed, if any observer could peer into the soul, they would see a dark crystal wall woven from pure will and magic emerge on the surface of Lynch's soul outline. It was dense and tough, pulsating slightly according to a profound rhythm, perfectly protecting the core of the soul and isolating it from all external spiritual erosion and instant death impacts.
He felt as if he had carved a garden on an eggshell, and the mental exertion was astonishing.
With that in mind, Lin Qi no longer hesitated.
His gaze locked onto the swaying mandrake in the flowerpot, and he reached out and firmly grasped the lower end of its stem.
Lin Qi took a deep breath, as if trying to force all the cold air in the room into his lungs.
Then, with a sudden burst of force from his wrist, he pulled upwards—