pertwk Chapter 170 Trap
Chapter 170 Trap
Tom raised his hand, and a cloud of mist first poured into the hut to explore the way.
Strangely enough, although he could detect danger warnings that seemed to be everywhere, the mist wandering around the house did not trigger any mechanism.
Maybe the judgment mechanism can recognize that no living person has stepped in? .seven
Tom thought for a while, and a few strands of mist drifted away, and a ball of life energy was brought back from the distance and sent into the hut - but there was still no special reaction.
He peered around the door and saw that the house seemed to have three small rooms. The large room in the middle probably served as an open kitchen and living room, and there were two closed doors that probably led to other rooms. There was very little furniture in the room. Opposite the door was an abandoned fireplace with a dirty armchair beside it. Against the gray stone wall with the window was a dusty stove. There was a row of shelves above with broken pots and jars.
Tom hesitated for a moment, but still didn't go in directly. He waved more mist into the room and signaled to the magicians that they could be more lively. Then the mist wandering in the house rippled happily, jumping up and down in the living room, roaring up half of the dirty carpet, and struggling to dig up the abandoned fireplace for a long time, wrapping the old armchair and letting it dance like a monster. Started tap dancing...
Very well, let the Dark Lord see the power of the magical husky!
It wasn't until a flame billowing black smoke rose from the stove that the mist that was happily demolishing the house suddenly froze, and quickly stretched into several large nets, overlapping and crisscrossing from the kitchen to the door, sealing the forest. The hut immediately looked like a pansi cave.
Tom was still very moved by this, and stretched out his hand to rub the gray-white silk mesh - and then was weakly pushed out by the vigilant fog, as if to signal him not to cause trouble.
Tom: "..."
He also wanted to squint against the gap in the silk screen to see what the sudden fire was about, but a few small golden-red sparks floated over and covered several holes near his height. . He looked down and met Fox's accusing eyes.
Tom: "..."
All right. He looked up and saw that it was still early, so he simply stood outside and waited.
After a moment of stalemate, the mist moved first, pulling the mesh thinner and denser, and tentatively rubbed it against the stove. The little sparks that Fox had put on the hole to prevent Tom from peeking spread silently across the silk screen, illuminating the whole room.
The flame on the stove remained unmoved, burning quietly like an ordinary flame.
The wire mesh tentatively moved forward, and suddenly several layers rushed up together, successfully extinguishing the fire.
Tom: "???"
What are you doing? The thunder is loud and the rain is small. Tom looked around for a while and found that there was no other movement in the house. He hesitated and entered the house - but he deliberately left a phoenix fire burning at the door.
Sure enough, when he walked in with his front foot, the door automatically opened with his back foot without any wind. It creaked and tried to close by itself. However, the moment he was hit by the phoenix fire, it quickly bounced back, and the dead snake nailed to the door twitched and spat out. A puff of black smoke finally extinguished the fire on the wooden door.
Tom glanced back and saw that the door was closed, so he ignored it, waved his hand to push aside the heavy mesh, and walked carefully to the kitchen.
The stove had been burned by the Phoenix Fire, and any dark traps had been broken through violently, so he looked at the dark stove with peace of mind, hoping to see something - this was where the room appeared a little bit. Vision.
But nothing.
As soon as he straightened up, he heard the sound of something breaking on the shelf on the side. He reluctantly turned his head and saw something black hitting his forehead directly.
? ? ? ! ! ! Is this what it is? The most powerful dark wizard only needs the simplest sneak attack method - Tom felt a violent shock and dizziness before the words of his complaint could fully emerge in his mind, as if something was shaking his brain roughly. .
With his body lightened, he looked again and found that he was actually floating in mid-air, his whole body translucent, emitting colorful lights, and below there was a "Tom Locke" who was falling down with his eyes closed, surrounded by burning lights. The mist from the fire was panicking, some were putting cushions under him, and some were trying to pull him up, and the whole room immediately became a mess.
Tom subconsciously threw himself at his body, but hit the invisible barrier with a bang. At the same time, he felt violent shock and nausea again - he was forced to arch his body and vomited out several lumps of different colors. The ball of light came and immediately felt weak.
What is this...
He raised his head and saw a strange pale face floating towards him. The face had a strange handsomeness, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that the entire face was made of wax and baked by flames. With a half-melted feeling, the facial features are blurred and distorted, but they seem very familiar.
Tom sighed. The one who appears here and can still give him a familiar feeling is probably another backup Dark Lord.
"It's you," Tom said vaguely.
The floating face ignored him, only looking carefully at several colorful light balls spit out by Tom: "Magic talent...Dumbledore's gaze...the pull of fate...snake whispers..." He He wiggled his nose, "There's still the smell of that person... huh? How come there's still the smell of the Gaunt family? That's good, great..."
Already Tom realized what he was identifying: "similarity."
He quietly put his hands behind his back, hooked his fingers, and tried to summon his magic power, but the mist in the room was still as confused as headless flies.
The face was pressed against the invisible barrier again, looking carefully at the unconscious body on the floor: "Young... full of vitality... full of magic power... good, great..."
The whites of his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and he screamed with excitement: "Good boy," he looked at Tom maliciously, "I will take good care of your body."
"Which college are you from?" the Dark Lord asked politely.
Tom looked at him gloomily, trying to put the ball of light that he had spit out again, but found that the other party had done something to him at some point, and now he could barely move his head.
"Academy?" Tom replied with a sneer, "Azkaban."
The face raised a brow.
He circled and said to himself: "Phoenix flames...Dumbledore really prefers you..."
Tom concentrated on trying to spread his will and connect with the magic.
"I guess it's Gryffindor? I guess. It's rare to see such a high similarity..." The face murmured to convince himself, "I can't wait here any longer..."
The whole face was weirdly distorted, and the facial features were further blurred and twisted into a black vortex. Then with a sudden shock, an ugly gold ring inlaid with a huge black stone was spat out.
Tom immediately thought of the famous resurrection stone ring.
The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and Tom struggled anxiously. As he concentrated and became more and more accustomed to the body of the living soul, he gradually felt that there was an invisible giant hand holding him tightly, but no matter what No matter how hard he struggled, there was no sign of his hand loosening.
Just like a crumpled piece of paper, the face slowly returned to its original shape. He chanted a series of awkward spells with strange scales. The black stone gradually gave off a faint black light, which illuminated Tom. On his body, his soul actually evaporated into colorful air currents bit by bit, slowly drifting towards the Dark Lord!