Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 663 187: Possession and the Authority of the God of Death

As the crystal ball drew closer to Harry.

The intense red glow it emitted became more dazzling, causing even the sunlight to seem banished at this moment, giving the entire deserted corner a sense of being painted red.

It was like a flame ignited, dazzling and mesmerizing.

At the same time.

As Ian continued to bring the crystal ball closer.

The scar on Harry's forehead also seemed to respond to some special summons.

The lightning-shaped scar glowed red as well, the rise and fall of its light resembling breaths, perfectly synchronized with the red glow of the crystal ball, forming an indescribable synchronous flicker.

"Interesting." Ian's eyes narrowed slightly. He keenly sensed that such a situation was certainly abnormal, perhaps hiding some rather intriguing secrets behind it.

"What... what is this situation?" Harry Potter also obviously felt the anomaly. His scar was burning, causing him to panic and raise his hand to cover his forehead.

"I think it's some small accident? Related to the formation of your scar." Ian's gaze directed at the crystal ball in his hand. Inside the deep crystal depths of the crystal ball, something seemed to be writhing quietly. It was a pair of vague hands, pitch black, as if reaching out from endless darkness.

The hands were holding some kind of twisted object.

The scene was unclear.

But a vague outline could still be vaguely seen.

Although the hands were blurry, Ian could feel the strong presence they exuded.

They sometimes took shape, sometimes dissipated without a trace, like phantoms in the wind, elusive, the only certainty being that these pitch-black claws undoubtedly did not belong to a human.

"Malfoy really is... somewhat unexpected." Ian didn't know where Malfoy's crystal ball came from, but he was very sure this crystal ball was definitely related to Voldemort.

Considering the circumstances of the Malfoy clan and the anomalies within Harry's scar, even the dullest little wizard could probably see some oddities.

Of course.

What he was most curious about now was why Malfoy would give him such a crystal ball, a device that could reveal one of Voldemort's soul artifacts would undoubtedly amount to betrayal for Voldemort.

"What Malfoy?"

Harry Potter clutched his scar with both hands.

He felt not only was the scar burning, but his entire head seemed to be heating up. This feeling, more uncomfortable than a severe fever, made the eleven-year-old boy quite panicked.

However.

What concerned him more was what Ian had mentioned earlier.

"Ian, you said this crystal ball is related to my scar? Is it related to the demon who killed my parents, the one whose name cannot be mentioned, the one who killed many people." Harry Potter shook his drowsy head vigorously. At the mention of his family's annihilation, his expression immediately became serious.

Having always lived in the Muggle World, Harry Potter knew nothing about the wizarding world's past chaos, he only knew that his parents died at the hands of the one who left this scar on him.

Although many praised him as the boy who lived, celebrated for defeating that evil Dark Wizard, to him, it was just scattered, fragmented images.

All filled with scenes of green light.

To be blunt.

He didn't even know what his enemy looked like. Precisely because of this, upon hearing Ian mention his enemy, Harry Potter immediately looked up at Ian.

"That's no demon, merely... a mere mortal with tainted bones." Ian responded, correcting Harry's choice of words. He quite liked some of young Dumbledore's expressions.

"Can you tell me more information?"

His eyes filled with longing for the past.

"Certainly, however, I think we should focus on examining what this crystal ball intends to reveal..." Just as Ian was attempting to prioritize for Harry Potter.

The crystal ball in his hand suddenly seeped beads of rust-smelling blood. The crystal ball continued to heat up in his palm, yet, this was not something unbearable for the little wizard.

But for Harry Potter, who felt as though his forehead was about to ignite, it was entirely different.

"Ah!!"

The crystal ball was dripping blood beads.

At the same time.

Harry Potter's eyes changed abruptly.

His originally clear emerald pupils instantly turned into snake-like vertical ones.

Fearsome and dreadful.

Appearing exceedingly eerie.

"Stop..."

Harry squeezed out a hoarse whisper through his gritted teeth, black mucus seeping from his scar.

"It's screaming... it's angry..."

Continuously emitting painful screams, Harry Potter shouted something unintelligible, and then he clutched his head with both hands, showing a pained expression as he fell to the ground rolling frantically.

It was as if his brain was about to explode.

Mr. Savior moaned in agony.

"Harry! Are you okay?" Ian was also startled by Harry Potter's sudden reaction. He quickly retrieved a bottle of magic potion and squatted down, trying to get Harry Potter to drink it.

Because of the intense pain, Harry Potter rolled around wildly on the ground, and Ian took out his magic wand and used a spell, managing to fix the spiraling, increasingly distant Harry Potter in place.

"What... is this?"

The strands of hair on Harry Potter's forehead stuck to his scar due to sweat.