A Brand New History 3

Yes.

Cthulhu's reaction was somewhat abnormal.

Its attacks began to grow more targeted. No longer was it merely unleashing raw power; it was trying to strip away, capture, and devour the quality radiating from Ian's spells and the depths of his soul.

Once, Ian cast a powerful spell of goodness. Silver-white light briefly dispelled the green mist and whispers over a section of the area. One of Cthulhu's tentacles actually ignored the Patronus's innate suppression of negative energy and forcibly pierced through the silver light. The tip split open into a sucker-like mouth, madly drawing in the scattered Patronus energy. Though the tentacle sizzled as it burned, it released a satisfied, hair-raising pulse of thought.

"What is this?"

Ian knew something was wrong with Cthulhu.

That also made him wary of summoning his Patronus.

The facts proved that Cthulhu truly was fascinated by his power of hope. Once again, at a critical moment, the scene of everyone united during the Battle of Hogwarts, their convictions converging as one, surfaced in Ian's mind. That faith invisibly empowered his Shield Charm, making it blaze with light and temporarily force back a mental shriek.

"Good, good, good!"

At that moment.

Cthulhu's dark green eyes instantly lit up with a terrifying brightness, staring fixedly at the light of that faith. Its massive body even trembled faintly with excitement, as though an addict had spotted the finest powder.

"Sweet... contradictory hope... born from the fertile soil of a 'fairy tale'... only the purest goodness... can breed... the ultimate madness... and despair... when it falls..."

Fragmented thoughts came in fits and starts, accompanied by even more frenzied attacks.

That information.

Exploded in his mind like thunder!

All of Ian's confusion was instantly swept away!

Why had his world—this seemingly "low-magic" universe, the Hogwarts world filled with