56- Ravenclaw? ...Ravenclaw!
Rhys had a very colorful life, and the scenes that can shock this old grandpa are indeed extremely shocking.
What appeared in front of him was a cavern the size of a Quidditch pitch, filled with gray mist that occasionally twisted and formed into dark creatures or magical beasts, rushing towards the center of the cave.
Dragons, giants, thunderbirds, goblins...
Rhys initially thought the Ash Monster or the Ashen Demon was nothing extraordinary based on the intensity of their earlier battle. However, upon entering this vast space, he realized he was gravely mistaken. The Ashen Demon hadn't even been focusing on him before; it hadn't used even a tenth of its power. Its full attention was here, attempting to crush the monster in the center of the cavern.
But things weren't going as the Ashen Demon wished. Those powerful creatures made of ash were torn to shreds by several wind blades before they could even get close to the center of the cave.
The one who released the windblade was a mummy standing in the middle of the cave. The mummy was covered with a tattered blue robe. From the sparse hair remaining on the top of the corpse and the accessories on the robe, it was easy to tell that this was a witch's remains.
Next to the mummy, stood a haggard ghost of a witch. Unlike the other ghosts of the castle, this ghost's body was much more solid, as if she was alive. The accessories on her robe were exactly the same as those on the mummified corpse next to her.
It was this ghost that had shocked Rhys—despite her ghostly state, Rhys recognized her at a glance. "...Rowena.."
It was Rowena Ravenclaw.
Rhys's arrival caught Ravenclaw's ghost's attention. While she continued to manipulate the wind blades, forcing the Ashen Demon into retreat, she looked up towards where Rhys was standing.
As she raised her head, her crimson eyes were revealed, eyes that had once been so familiar to Rhys but now seemed utterly foreign.
Only the instinctive emotions of beasts remained in the once smart and gentle eyes - bloodthirsty, madness, violence...
The moment Rhys saw those eyes, he didn't hesitate.
He turned,
And ran.
He knew very well that something was wrong with Ravenclaw after she turned into a ghost. She had lost her mind, but her strength was still there. If he stays here any longer, he will really be killed by her.
Even if Ravenclaw loses her most powerful weapon, wisdom, and is left with only Gryffindor-like brute strength, it is not something that Rhys, who is only eleven years old in physical form, can handle.
Rhys left decisively, but his brief appearance still caught Ravenclaw's ghost's attention.
The ghost stopped her battle with the Ashen Demon and commanded Ravenclaw's mummified corpse to raise its wand and spin in a circle, summoning a violent tornado within the cavern. The tornado obliterated the Ashen Demon's protective gray mist, exposing a core that looked like a transparent glass ball.
A wind blade struck the core, leaving a crack.
The injured Ashen Demon went berserk, desperately trying to gather the remaining ashes to rebuild its defense around the core. However, the earlier storm had scattered the ashes completely. Despite its efforts, it could only form a thin layer of ash around the core.
Given time, it could have regained its formidable presence, but Ravenclaw's ghost didn't give it that chance. Continuous wind blades struck the core, shattering it. With the core destroyed, the powerful Ashen Demon was annihilated. Its remnants might take millennia to recover.
The poor creature had the misfortune of encountering Ravenclaw, who excelled in wind magic. If it had faced Rhys instead, its fate might not have been so grim.
Rhys heard the roar of the wind behind him. He bit his lip and ran even faster.
From the sounds behind him, it was clear that the gap in power between Ravenclaw's ghost and her living self wasn't significant. Rhys felt a deep gratitude towards the Ashen Demon; without it buying him some time, he wouldn't have escaped.
Ravenclaw's ghost floated out of the cave, her crimson eyes fixed on the direction Rhys had fled. Compared to the ghost, the movements of the mummy were much slower. It took several seconds after the ghost floated out for the mummy to reach her side with stiff steps.
Under the ghost's control, the mummy slowly raised its wand, and in the next moment, dozens of wind blades swept down the corridor.
After sending her "greeting" to her old friend, Ravenclaw's ghost seemed to feel that this gift was too meager for a friend she hadn't seen in a thousand years.
Just as she was about to send another wave of wind blades at Rhys, the ground of the corridor heaved.
The ground suddenly surged, and a huge mouth emerged from the feet of Ravenclaw's mummy, swallowing it instantly.
The sudden attack by the unknown creature disrupted the ghost's plans. She shifted her target, commanding the mummy to cast spells from within the creature's stomach. By the time she dealt with the creature and emerged from its belly, Rhys had already run out of her attack range.
However, the "gift" from his old friend still gave Rhys quite a "surprise," making him feel Ravenclaw's passionate welcome.
When the wind blades were still nearly a hundred meters away, Rhys sensed something was amiss.
Familiar with Rowena's magic, Rhys knew running was pointless. He stopped and had the stone beasts line up in front of him, quickly casting protective spells.
Compared to Daphne, Rhys's protective spells were much more robust. If Daphne's spell was a shield, then Rhys's was a wall.
Looking at the stone beasts and the seemingly thick protective spell in front of him, Rhys frowned and silently brought the basilisk in front of him for additional protection.
Having made these preparations, the wind blades howled toward him, leaving deep gouges on the corridor walls, floor, and ceiling. The stone beasts were swept into the storm created by the wind blades, instantly shattered into pieces. The wind blades, mixed with the debris, crashed into Rhys's magical barrier like a tsunami hitting a seawall.
Rhys took a deep breath and channeled as much magic as he could into the barrier.
After a brief stalemate, Rhys's protective spell shattered. However, the windblade storm was also exhausted, leaving only numerous small and large cuts on the basilisk. Rhys himself was only lightly injured, with a few small cuts on his arms.
"Ok, Ok~ Everything is all right—Ouch!"
The basilisk, in pain, let out a series of hisses, its tail thrashing wildly and striked Rhys in the chest, making him see stars. He estimated that at least two of his ribs were broken.
Ironically, the most severe injury Rhys suffered in this attack was caused by the basilisk.
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