Three-Eyed Thestral!
Harry was a little confused, because the feeling wasn't in the village.
It's not in that very grand mansion on the hillside opposite the valley.
Instead—because the downhill road was too steep, Harry involuntarily started jogging, then turned left, and there he was!
Before Harry lay a gap in the fence, leading to a narrow dirt road.
The bushes and hedges on both sides were taller and denser than those he had just passed, and the dirt road was winding, bumpy, and full of rocks, as steep as the path he had just walked down.
But Harry didn't hesitate at all; the closer he got, the more excited he felt.
That's the same feeling I had when facing Voldemort and his Horcrux.
The scar on his forehead began to throb again, releasing waves of cold, magical power that enveloped his brain.
The Phoenix of the heart raised its long neck and cried out.
Another version of himself grasped his hands.
He jumped up and leaped down the steep slope.
He was like a leaf, falling from the sky and landing steadily at the end of the road—a dark forest.
This place might be the mansion of Dark Wizard in the real world.
Harry thought this the instant Harry looked at the grove of trees.
The sky was clear and blue, but these large trees blocked out all the light, casting cool, dark, and dense shadows.
The valley below, and the houses half-hidden among the tangled roots of the trees, are hidden in this shadow.
Harry actually felt a sense of familiarity.
This is the first time I've seen a place that so closely resembles the dwelling of wizards in fairy tales.
So much so that the moss-covered walls, the roof with many missing tiles, the rafters peeking out here and there, the dense nettles growing around the house, and the windows covered with thick layers of old grime all seemed exceptionally lovely.
And this house was his destination.
He waved his wand, and the note in his pocket flew out, lit up with tiny Mars, and then burned out.
Ravenclaw's Diadem flew out of another pocket and landed firmly on his messy hair, as if it were attracted by a magnet.
Ravenclaw's Diadem was his trump card, and with the Ravenclaw's Diadem and the cold magic on his forehead, he quickly realized something.
That Mirror Beasts that gave him the same feeling as Voldemort probably won't appear.
Because it was pitch black all around, without a single ray of sunlight.
The windows of the house across the street were also covered in grime.
Harry inhaled slowly, and fiery magic emanated from his mouth and nose with each breath.
The clouds gathered above his head and slowly formed a red sun.
The sun shone brightly, and the grime on the window disappeared as if it were snow meeting the sun.
A massive earthquake struck!
It was accompanied by a long, terrifying roar.
Bang!
The surrounding trees looked as if they had been hit by a train.
A black shadow streaked towards Harry along the broken line.
The red sun above Harry's head automatically went to meet it, crashing hard into the dark shadow.
Crack! Crack!
The magical shockwaves generated by the impact spread throughout the valley.
All the trees broke apart from the ripples at the point of impact.
The sun finally shone on this land that had not been exposed to sunlight for thousands of years.
Harry gripped his wand with both hands and pointed it forward. An invisible shield materialized in front of him, blocking the impact.
And the dark figure finally appeared in front of Harry.
It raised its neck high, covered with protruding green veins, and looked at the red sun that Harry had conjured.
Harry then saw it clearly.
It has a dragon-like head, a horse-like body, and bat-like wings—it's practically a Thestral.
However, unlike others, it has green eyes.
And it is not skinny at all; on the contrary, its body is covered with tangled muscles, and each muscle is covered with protruding blood vessels.
The green blood, dotted with fluorescent specks, moved rapidly through the veins, making the monster seem to radiate a deathly green light.
Harry held his breath and tapped himself lightly with his wand.
His body seemed to lose its substance, and the ground swallowed him up like a swamp.
Deep underground, amidst countless stones, Harry's body curled into a sphere.
An invisible magic enveloped his body, creating the air that his body needed.
His mind was focused on the red sun that the monster was staring at intently.
"Cast off!" Harry's voice rang out from the red sun.
Then came the sound of the eggshell breaking.
A sacred sound rang out, and beautiful birdsong rose from the red sun.
It's Phoenix!
A beautiful golden-red creature!
It has a Winky tail, as long as a peacock's tail, and a pair of Winky claws, and its body is surrounded by a magical aura like flames.
The original red sun was like an egg, but as the Phoenix spread its wings and flew high, the "eggshell" turned into fiery red meteors that flew towards the monsters on the ground.
The monster flapped its wings, creating sonic booms, and dodged all the shooting stars.
It opened its large mouth full of fangs and bit down hard on the Phoenix.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! A series of impact sounds, along with the clash of fangs and claws, rang out in mid-air.
Two beams of light, one red and one green, chased each other and collided in the sky.
Sizzle!
A crimson light fell from the sky, scorching the ground and leaving a long, steaming trail.
Buzz!
Flames rose from the ruins of the trees.
"What's going on!" Phoenix Harry thought, looking up from the flames.
This Mirror Beasts is too powerful!
This spell, which Ryan named Phoenix Metamorphosis, has never been defeated in the virtual world since he learned it.
Whenever he hides his body and transforms into Phoenix, even the most powerful vampire Snape, Sirius Black the Headless Sirius, Dumbledore the Troll are no match for him.
You should know that this was Phoenix transformed using the magic of his mother's love.
Even Voldemort's Avada was defeated by it, and the repercussions were turned against its master.
Moreover, after merging with him, the Phoenix was ablaze with a magical aura like flames.
Harry tried it in the Mirror World, but accidentally burned down the whole of London.
If the Mirror World weren't based on reality, it wouldn't be able to be repaired according to reality.
It's unlikely he'll be able to find Little Hangleton through the British Museum.
"No, it must have a weakness."
"Even Voldemort himself wouldn't be this difficult to deal with."
"Not to mention that this should be the Mirror Beasts that corresponds to his Horcrux in the Mirror World," thought Phoenix Harry, hiding in the flames that had now burned down the entire valley.
"I saw it!" Harry thought excitedly.
In the flames that had burned down even five miles away in Great Hangleton, Harry finally spotted the black stone between the monster's wings.
It was deeply concealed by green, fluorescent veins and black fur.
The stone had a crack with overlapping triangles and circles. It looked like an eye.