Dark Party

At Hogwarts Castle, Professor McGonagall, who had been standing at the main gate, saw Charlotte and Colton running towards them from afar, but Sean was not following behind.

Her eyes sharpened, and she immediately knew something was wrong.

"Filius, Severus, Bathsheba, come with me, they need backup!"

The professors rushed out without any hesitation.

Seeing the professors' hurried and anxious appearance, the students in the Great Hall all turned their heads curiously, and many even took a few steps towards the door, trying to see what was happening outside.

"Quiet down, everyone. The sleeping bags have been distributed. Go to sleep." The Prefect shouted to maintain order.

Among the Ravenclaw crowd, Hermione and Daisy looked worriedly towards the exit of the Great Hall. They knew Sean had just left, but now the professors were leaving the Great Hall in such a hurry—did that mean...?

Daisy gripped Hermione's hand tightly and whispered worriedly, "Has something happened outside the castle?"

Hermione pursed her lips, shaking her head as if to deny or affirm. "I don't know..."

Daisy craned her neck to observe the patrolling Prefect and the remaining professors, her eyes darting around rapidly.

"Daisy, what do you want to do?"

Little White Flower's voice was slightly weak. "I'm just taking a look..."

"Are you trying to sneak out?" Hermione's voice turned serious.

Daisy gripped Hermione's hand tightly, her voice a mix of pleading and grievance. "I just wanted to go and see, Sean's still outside..."

"No, Sean is very capable; he can solve this problem. Besides, if he can't—" Hermione became even more serious, "Then it proves the problem is very serious, and we can only let the professors handle it. If we go there, we'll just be adding to their troubles!"

"Can't we just watch from a distance..." Daisy sighed, then suddenly looked up at Hermione. "'We'? Ah, you want to go see what's going on too, right, Hermione?! Let's find a chance to sneak out. You've been learning the Illusion Charm and Disillusionment Charm from Sean for so long, and Harry will definitely have the Invisibility Cloak with him in this situation. I'll go get it from him!"

Hermione hesitated slightly, but still firmly refused the Little White Flower: "No, Sean can't handle must be a big problem, and we can't go and make things worse!"

"Okay..." Daisy lowered her head in disappointment, then caught a glimpse of a disappearing figure out of the corner of her eye. "Hey, Hermione! Look, look!"

"What are you looking at?" Hermione looked over in confusion, just in time to see a petite figure with long, silver-white hair hiding in the corner. "Ollivander?"

"She didn't bring her sleeping bag, and she's hiding from everyone else! She must be trying to sneak out!" Daisy exclaimed urgently.

"How could she possibly slip out? And what would she be doing out there?" Hermione's eyes flickered as she said this.

Daisy glanced at her. "I'll go take a look."

"You! Be careful, the Prefect are patrolling!" Hermione whispered, but in the end, she still followed the Little White Flower's sneaky figure.

The two arrived at a corner of the wall, which was conveniently hidden by a protruding stone pillar, so that people outside could not see what was going on inside.

They watched as Stephanie disappeared into the corner, leaving only the wall undulating eerily before returning to stillness.

The two women exchanged a surprised glance, Daisy whispered, "She also has access to the Room of Requirement! Every time Sean uses the Room of Requirement to take a shortcut, the walls ripple like this!"

Sean told the two of them that he had gained partial access to the Room of Requirement, but he didn't mention that Stephanie had the same access.

Hermione's expression became even more strange. She bit her lip, lowered her head, and seemed lost in thought.

"Hermione, are we really not going out?" Little White Flower looked at her expectantly.

Finally, Hermione shook her head. "This is not... this is not a situation to be taken lightly. We can't go and make things worse."

"But you can watch from the sidelines—" Stephanie's voice suddenly rang out, startling the two of them.

A wooden door appeared in the stone wall that had returned to normal. Stephanie pushed the door open and calmly looked at the two of them.

"You..."

Stephanie simply nodded. "Come on, Sean should have shown you that we can observe the situation by hiding inside the wall."

Having said all that, Hermione and Daisy exchanged a glance and went inside together.

The wooden door closed, and then it disappeared.

"Wallerup, stop faking it—" Inside the barrier, Sean's sudden smile infuriated Dawson. He licked his lips, his smile cruel. "Do you think you're Grindelwald?"

Sean simply touched his ring and said calmly, "Of course not—but I know that if he were in front of you, you'd probably tremble down to your very hair."

"It's a pity... he's not here." Dawson's face darkened.

Behind Sean, a chill was already penetrating to the bone; that icy coldness, which seemed capable of stripping away all joy, warmth, and hope, was sweeping over him like a tidal wave.

But Sean didn't even glance back at the Dementor; he simply stretched and said, "Your party guests have arrived. Ready to dance?"

"They'll love a brave but foolish guy like you." Dawson reached into the Silent Mouth mouth in his abdomen and then showed a hint of pain.

He took out a pure black rhombus-shaped crystal. The thing was pitch black and emitted a strange and dark magical fluctuation. Strangely, Sean even felt a faint sense of familiarity about it.

"Ignorance is bliss— Wallerup, enjoy it."

Dawson gripped the black crystal tightly, uttered an unknown incantation, then suddenly waved his hand and pointed at Sean.

A chill ran through Sean's back!

The Dementor, which had been floating calmly, suddenly seemed to see the most delicious food and pounced on Sean.

As if stimulated by the black crystal, the Silent Mouth in Dawson's abdomen swelled up and then opened its huge mouth and rushed over!

"Can control Dementor? Interesting—" Sean licked his lips.

Dark Sleeper, activate.

Within one hour of use, the user's attraction to and control over dark forces (including Dark Arts, Dark Arts creations, black Magical Creatures, etc.) will increase significantly, and the power of Dark Arts will also increase dramatically. Cooldown time is two hours.

Dawson, who had been smiling cruelly, was suddenly startled and looked incredulously at Sean on the covered bridge ahead.

The chilling dark power surpassed any Obscurus, and even more terrifying, the invisible malice seemed to be watching him like a demon rising from hell.

Dawson's face turned visibly pale, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"What... what on earth is this guy?!"

In the middle of the covered bridge, Sean, caught between the Dementor and the Silent Mouth, didn't move an inch. The gray mist obscured his lake-blue eyes, and his once handsome face had become cold and inhuman.

The dark forces and various forms of malice that were originally invisible to the naked eye were clearly visible to Sean, and he could command them as easily as if they were his own limbs.

He gently extended a finger, causing a ripple of the dense dark power around him, like a sea god playing in the water.

"Thank you for the barrier." Sean chuckled.

Dawson's heart was pounding. He didn't even know what kind of magic had affected him, and the fear in his heart was growing rapidly.

"Who... who exactly are you?!"

"Me? Didn't you want to capture me alive? Don't you even recognize me?" Sean slowly floated up, surrounded by billowing black smoke like thick, indissoluble ink.

"That's... Voldemort's curse?!" Dawson's eyes widened.

"So you really are in contact with Voldemort." Sean's eyes grew even colder.

Dawson took a deep breath, downed a mouthful of tranquilizer to forcefully suppress the inexplicable fear within him, and then gripped the black crystal, pointing it fiercely at Sean.

"Pretend to be something... Grab him!"

The Dementor pounced even faster, with the closest one already reaching the edge of Sean's black mist.

"Anyway, all I ask is to capture him alive... I don't care if we suck his soul away..." Dawson's eyes were icy cold.

To ensure everything went smoothly, he waited until they reached the covered bridge before making his move, and he managed to trap all the dozen or so Dementor guarding the border within the barrier.

With over a dozen Dementor and his even more terrifying Silent Mouth, what could this kid do, even with all the frightening spectacle he'd created?!

A dozen or so enormous Dementor descended like a dark, oppressive cloud, leaving a trail of frost in their wake as they charged madly toward Sean.

"Still dare to underestimate Dementor..." Dawson licked his lips, "Just suck his soul away!"

The Dementor pounced!

However, Dawson's slightly upturned lips froze on his face.

His eyes widened, and he even forgot to breathe.

The dozen or so Dementor that sped up and pounced did not rush toward Sean as he had expected. The first Dementor that reached Sean's feet was trembling even with its floating black rags.

Then it slowly fell to the ground and remained motionless.

The dozen or so Dementor that followed did the same thing as the first one; they rushed toward Sean and then stopped moving after landing.

They removed their cloaks, revealing gray, scabbed faces, empty eye sockets, and large, shapeless holes in their mouths.

Then they all lowered their heads.

"How...is this possible..." Dawson's heart was pounding.

Sean glanced calmly at the dozen or so dark individuals who exuded decay and despair, and simply waved his hand casually.

The Dementor raised their heads in unison, like the most loyal henchmen of a king, and then stared at Dawson.

"How is this possible... How is this possible..." Dawson seemed to have suffered a huge shock after extreme fear, and his eyes even lost their luster.

On the covered bridge, the only thing still moving was the enlarged Silent Mouth, its mouth agape as it lunged to bite, but the closer it got to Sean, the slower it became.

It even stopped in front of Sean.

Sean's eyes, which could see darkness and malice, calmly gazed at the Silent Mouth.

In his vision, it was a huge mass of ink, the dark power almost solidified into a tangible form.

It's very much like the power of the Obscurus... Sean thought to himself.

The Silent Mouth is indeed inextricably linked to the Obscurus, only the malice is different.

If the Obscurus represents the purest darkness, then the darkness of the Silent Mouth reveals an extreme, wicked Greed.

However, whether man-made or natural, the Silent Mouth remains a dark Magical Creatures, and Sean's Dark Sleeper are effective against it.

"You...you..." Dawson's fingers trembled; he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The Dementor immediately submitted to Sean, and even their Silent Mouth ceased its attacks.

Sean looked at him calmly, a strong killing intent stirring within him.

"Avada Kedavra"

The green light emanating from the tip of the staff sent chills down Dawson's spine; he had never felt so close to death!

A green light, several times thicker and even faster than a normal Killing Curse, struck directly!

For the first time, Dawson was glad he had taken an overdose of tranquilizers; otherwise, he doubted he would have had the courage to avoid the curse!

The green light grazed his shoulder, and a huge explosion occurred on the ground behind him where it struck. Dawson clutched his left shoulder, which had gone numb, and looked back in disbelief.

A section of the Hogwarts covered bridge was blown off!

The power of this Killing Curse... Dawson swears that even Voldemort has never unleashed it!

He looked at the now motionless, Silent Mouth, and madness appeared in his eyes.

"Pfft—" Dawson plunged the black crystal deep into his abdomen!

The glaring blood flowed into the Silent Mouth, and then an eerie light flickered.

The Silent Mouth trembled violently before Sean, then opened its massive jaws once more and snapped down fiercely!

"Interesting..." Sean glanced at Dawson, who was now staggering, and casually waved his wand.

Dawson's eyes widened in despair.

In mid-air, the Killing Curse was unleashed one after another as if it were free, and then it slammed heavily into the Silent Mouth. The magical vortex in its mouth was constantly absorbing the curses, but at this moment it was already trembling.

He saw Sean gracefully spread his arms like a cruel artist, his smile cold and ruthless.

"Go on, my friends."

The Basilisk, the Salmar Lake Monster, and the Occamy —three enormous, serpentine Magical Creatures— scrambled wildly out of the ring, their terrifying roars pounding against Dawson's eardrums.

The Silent Mouth seems to have the ability to be immune to magical attacks. Although it seems to have a limit, it is ultimately not as useful as powerful physical attacks.

The three snakes clearly sensed Sean's killing intent, and they roared as they charged toward the Silent Mouth!

Dawson, who had inserted the black crystal into his abdomen, was now limp and kneeling on the ground.

A dozen or so Dementor were charging toward him with an even more terrifying speed and an extremely horrifying appearance than before!