บท 451: Chapter 450 "Similar Power"

The flame was burning fiercely, and the night was embellished with dark blue flames.

Sean, who was firmly protected by the magic flame in the center, had an alarm and various items obtained from the system lottery in his hands. He was ready for everything.

Sean took out all the things that could be used in an instant, not relaxing his vigilance at all.

The path of the Portkey was not changed but forcibly changed. There are only a handful of people in this world who can do this, and Dumbledore specially made the Portkey in Sean's hand.

In other words, the person who forcibly distorted the transmission path of Sean's Portkey was at the same level as Dumbledore. This made Sean feel an unprecedented sense of threat. Before he even had time to observe the situation around him, his first thought was to protect himself.

Sean already knows that the gods may really exist and has seen the terrifying bard. Those speculations point to the bard and the Returners. Even though the Returners are the force under the bard's command, Durmstrang, and the Returners may have an unclear relationship.

Sean almost subconsciously thought that the wizard who forcibly distorted the path of his Portkey might be the bard.

Echoes of Hermione were directly activated, and the Weasley's tricks lottery item was firmly in Sean's hands. It only took one moment to directly use it here.

All of this happened in an instant, and Sean immediately looked around. The trees with weird branches, the cross that was blown by the wind and the sun, and the mottled tombstones, this is a cemetery that Sean has never seen before.

The crow was startled, flapping its wings and flying away from this place.

"Dave, give me the situation." Dave felt Sean's tense, shook in the inner pocket of Sean's robe, and the thoughts that came again were already cold and irritable.

"Wait, three different smells suddenly appeared. No impression, not people you are familiar with. They are about 50 meters in front of you on the left. The smell gives me a very calm feeling, and there is no rancid smell." Dave controlled his instinct and described the enemy's information to Sean in as much detail as possible.

According to the information sent by Dave, Sean looked forward to the left, where there was a huge coffin. He took a sip of the night vision potion, and the scene became clearer.

The coffin is overgrown with moss and glows an eerie fluorescent green. The length and width of the coffin are not sized for a human at all. It is more accurate to say that a giant is lying inside.

He doesn't know how many years the coffin has been placed here; the bottom has merged with the ground, and the worn tombstone directly in front of him is unreadable as if a layer of fog covers it.

"Are those people behind the sarcophagus or inside the sarcophagus?" Sean asked in a deep voice.

"Behind, no, inside..." Dave said hesitantly, "The smell in that place is strange. I can't describe it accurately. The smell has moved!"

Without any hesitation, Sean directly activated the Dark Sleeper and saw something in the distance.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The dazzling and thick green light shot out like an arrow and went straight to the three figures in Sean's field of vision.

A huge explosion sounded, and mud splashed. When the field of vision was slightly clear, Sean's pupils shrank. The three figures were still standing there, and they didn't seem to have suffered any damage.

The figure finally showed their appearance.

"Thomas?"

Sean recognized two of them right away; standing on the left was Durmstrang admissions officer Thomas, whom he met today. Standing on the right is the tall and thin wizard who followed Thomas but never spoke anything. In the middle of the two was a figure in a black cloak and a hood.

Sean immediately looked under the shadow. To his surprise, although the shadow looked very blurry, there were shoes firmly stepping on the ground below.

Is it the Returners?

At this time, the smoke and dust dissipated, and Sean finally saw that there was a semicircular magic cover around the three of them, which protected them in the center.

"Let me see who it is. Oh, Sean Wallup?" Thomas stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"What a coincidence, but it's not surprising that you're here. When we met with the Muggles today, weren't you very straightforward to invite them? I forgot you're a Mudblood; you are the best at dealing with trash."

Sean narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Thomas seemed to enjoy the look on Sean's face, "Dumbledore's beloved student and Grindelwald's favorite student? Who has a keen brain and great strength? You are too dependent on external things."

"Is it you who tampered with the transmission of the Portkey?" Sean asked calmly without stepping out of the magic flame.

Thomas smiled.

Instead of answering Sean's question directly, he said lightly, "Dumbledore's Portkey? It's a pity that you touched something you shouldn't have touched."

Sean rolled his eyes and glanced at the Lloyd couple, whose eyes were closed tightly next to them. This couple has been bewitched by magic he doesn't know about and has a way to tamper with Dumbledore's Portkey.

The three moved forward in unison, and every step was uniform without the slightest difference.

"Wallup, you're such a reckless Mudblood. We were wondering how we'd get you back. But fortunately, you foolishly walked in here on yourselves."

This shows that they do not have the ability to capture him directly or dare not to do it openly.

His guess was correct that the magic in the Lloyds involved a trigger magic that would trigger when someone tried to take the two of them away or tampered with the teleportation magic, such as the Portkey or Apparition.

In the information Dave gave just now, these three appeared suddenly. They should have received a warning and immediately came to this position.

One or two things can be judged from what Thomas said before. What he said at the beginning was that he was trying to look at someone who was there and he found out that the person who teleported here was Sean, he was surprised.

This was not aimed at himself but at any wizard who might touch the Lloyds.

The wizard who can tamper with Dumbledore's Portkey is probably not one of these people. These three may only be responsible for getting the people who come here.

Thinking of this, Sean's anxiety eased a little. People who can be on the same level as Dumbledore or even stronger are not here now.

Of course, Sean would not relax in any way. He carefully observed the three who were getting closer and closer. Thomas didn't talk more, and the man in the middle couldn't see clearly with his hood on. However, the way they moved seemed like the three of them were the same people.

The three of them were still slowly approaching Sean. They saw the magic flame, and Thomas let out a mocking laugh.

"It seems that Grindelwald is willing to teach you everything. Moreover, this smell, this magic power. You really have mastered a part of the power of the Pride."

Sean's pupils shrank suddenly. They knew that there was something in his body.

In addition, the more noteworthy point is that Thomas clearly knows that this is the power of the Pride. This means he has already seen this kind of power before.

Does this mean that there is a sin that Sean never knew about? And that person is joining the Returners? Or was it controlled by the Returners?

Thomas said loudly, "Wallup, you're a smart Ravenclaw. I know you must have many, many questions. But don't worry, I will answer you and explain everything to you later."

He stopped and smiled, "Of course, I have to make you lose your smile first."

Saying that the three raised their wands in unison, and the wands were exactly the same. Sean immediately felt a sense of threat. The magic power could already catch up with the magic power that Sean once felt in Dumbledore's hands.

Three green lights scrambled out from the tip of the staff and went straight to Sean's flame barrier. The three curses hit Sean's flame fiercely, making a deafening explosion.

Sean took a step back, his eyes filled with surprise. The protection of the flame has not been broken, but it is weakening. The most powerful characteristic of magic lies in the way it absorbs power. The way it protects its master is by absorbing oncoming spells and integrating them into a magic flame.

In Sean's previous experience, those spells that hit the flame can only make the flame shake for a while, and the power will be absorbed. The three in front of them were able to stagger it completely.

Moreover, their magic power was not absorbed by the flame but instead produced a huge repulsion and explosion. The nature of this magic was something Sean had never seen before.

Sean's pupils shrank suddenly.

Could it be that their power is from the Sins?

Thomas showed an expression of enjoyment. He raised his hand, and the two people around him did the same.

"Oh, Wallup, are you familiar with the magic?"

"Didn't you expect that besides you, there are other people who can master such a great power?"

"Protecting yourselves by the flame? What Grindelwald can teach you is nothing more than a small trick."

"He was able to create an indestructible flame with his own strength, but how about you? You are just a lucky person who got favored by chance."

"You don't even know how to use real power."

Thomas was yelling frantically, and the words in his mouth made Sean's eyes widen, "However, it doesn't matter. I will 'teach' you how to use this great power!"

Sean frowned. At this moment, a dazzling white light lit up in the sky.