A magic riot, an unprecedented magic riot!
A large amount of magic surged out of Harry's body, instantly filling the entire alley, like a huge flame spitting out.
Countless miscellaneous items flew towards the few people, like bullets and cannonballs, launching an absolute indiscriminate attack on them.
At the same time, one man's clothes inexplicably caught fire, another's body gradually swelled, and yet another's surroundings began to explode without reason...
"No... no..."
He shrieked with a crying voice, his eyes blurred with tears, his hands just waving aimlessly forward, wanting to pull back Uncle Howl who had vanished before his eyes.
Suddenly, a large hand pressed down on his head.
"You brat, I'm still here, why are you crying?"
Harry looked up and saw that familiar face.
It wasn't the stern face that always had a gentle smile, but the cat face with soft fur.
Howl looked at the chaotic alley due to the magic riot, and the few people who were somewhat discomfited by Harry.
Of course, at this moment, their faces were filled with more fear.
"How is it possible... How could anyone survive the Killing Curse?"
A huge wooden wand appeared in Howl's hand, about a person's height, with various gnarled wooden pieces and many ancient magic patterns engraved on its tip, and a huge crow skull hanging at the very top.
"I take back what I just said, the magic here is indeed quite interesting," Howl said with a smile, then lightly tapped the wand forward, leaving a black dot in the void.
The next moment, the two figures disappeared.
Only the people of Knockturn Alley were left looking at each other, but then they felt a huge gravitational pull radiating from the black dot in the void.
Someone tried to Apparition to escape, but was squeezed out of space closer to the black dot, their body shattering.
At the same time, his body was inevitably sucked into it.
That black dot, like a black hole, began to violently devour everything around it: trash, houses, and... lives.
...
...
A huge explosion echoed in Knockturn Alley, and all surrounding Wizards felt a light earthquake, looking towards the direction of the sound, there was only smoke and dust everywhere.
A figure crawled out of the alley entrance, snot and tears streaming down his face, full of fear, stumbling and constantly screaming: "It's a black hole... Someone created a black hole..."
"What happened?!"
"Quick, go and see!"
"Notify the Ministry of Magic!"
"Is it a Dark Wizard battle?"
For a time, the entire Diagon Alley and its surroundings became chaotic, with Wizards constantly leaving, and others rushing towards the scene of the incident.
Moonlight Fortress, first floor.
As soon as Howl landed, Mr. Lucifer popped out, anxiously saying, "Howl, what happened to you just now? I felt it here."
Howl waved his hand, said nothing, and just walked upstairs.
"I... need to rest a bit, I'm a little tired."
Back in the bedroom on the third floor, the doorplate still read "Moonlight Queen - Captain."
Howl pushed open the door and fell straight onto the soft large bed. At this moment, he didn't want to say anything, only feeling a profound weariness.
"Instant Death Curse, an advanced spell that touches the origin. It was actually cast by an ordinary Wizard, with an ordinary wand, just by chanting a spell..."
Howl smiled, the magic of this world seemed somewhat distorted and extreme.
It sparked a strong curiosity in him.
This time, if he hadn't drunk the Eclipse Potion yesterday, he might have suffered more.
The moment he was attacked by the Instant Death Curse, he immediately activated the spell, quickly borrowing the massive amount of madness remaining in the Eclipse Potion to create a deformed and mad variant on his soul origin.
It could also be understood as a lunatic persona.
Then he pushed this persona out as a shield.
Even so, his soul body still suffered considerable damage, becoming exhausted at this moment.
But in the end, he also left a gift for those people.
[Singularity]
A spell that destroys everything...
As he thought about it, he fell into a deep sleep.
Downstairs, Mr. Lucifer was asking Harry about what they encountered, and after Harry finished narrating, Mr. Lucifer also breathed a sigh of relief.
He and Howl were soul-bound, so it was no wonder he had felt uncomfortable earlier.
It turned out to be a spell involving the soul.
But he thought it was fine, just needing some rest.
Harry was a little nervous: "Mr. Lucifer, will Uncle Howl be alright?"
Mr. Lucifer shook his head: "No, he just needs some rest."
...
...
When Howl opened his eyes again, he immediately noticed the small figure beside him.
Seemingly sensing that the person on the bed had woken up, Harry quickly looked up, his eyes red: "Uncle Howl, you're awake."
"You cried?" Howl looked at Harry, the green pupils of his eyes surrounded by bloodshot veins.
Harry suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "No... no."
"Don't show your weakness casually," Howl said calmly, his gaze gentle: "If everyone can see your weakness, then all you'll face is bullying."
"I didn't, I just... I was just worried." Harry lowered his head, not knowing how to express himself.
"Worried about me?" Howl raised an eyebrow, thinking of the moment Harry stood in front of him, wanting to block that low-level spell for him.
He also thought of the scene of Harry's magic riot when he thought he had died.
"You're not a Wizard yet, so it's understandable that you're worried about me," Howl sighed and said.
"Once you become a Wizard, you'll understand that worrying about me is the most unnecessary thing."
Harry didn't quite understand, but he nodded as if he did.
After skipping that topic, Howl felt parched and his stomach empty, so he asked: "How long have I slept?"
"A week!"
Howl stared at the ceiling in a daze, he had originally thought it was just a simple rest, but he didn't expect to have slept for a week.
Truly...
"So you've been guarding here for this whole week?" Howl asked.
Harry suddenly stood up, a little nervous: "No... no, I've also been working hard. Most of the Castle has been cleaned!"
Howl was stunned for a moment, then his eyebrow suddenly twitched: "You didn't clean my washroom, did you?"
Harry was also stunned for a moment, thought about it, and then said somewhat awkwardly: "Not yet, sorry."
"That's good," Howl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uncle Howl, is there anything dangerous in the washroom?" Harry asked curiously.
"No, it has my special hair oil and conditioner... No, now it's fur conditioner," Howl said seriously.
Harry opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.
Uncle Howl, he really couldn't fathom him...
But seeing that Howl was fine, Harry was truly happy.
"Don't be happy too soon," Howl suddenly said, looking at a bewildered Harry with his signature smile.
For some reason, Harry found that he could now discern Uncle Howl's current state through the subtle movements in the same smile.
For example, this smile now meant that he, Harry Potter, was in for a treat.