Harry Potter’s Morning Light - Chapter 2840

Chapter 2840 “Red Eye” (Thirteen)

There is a strong aroma in the air, but I prefer garlic garlands to this smell.

This thing also can’t kill vampires, it can only drive them away. According to Van Helsing, they don’t like the smell.

As a novice, I followed Van Helsing through the misty forest, jumping from bush to bush, advancing blindly without knowing where I was going.

Occasionally we see a statue of a statue as evidence that this was once a garden. I’ve always worried about terrible things, and while I’m not a person of firm belief, I’m willing to believe in things that I know but can’t prove to exist.

There is no wind and grass, the moonlight cannot penetrate the dense canopy, there is only silence and darkness, and even death and fate seem to be rigid. I suggested to Van Helsing to light up the lights, although this would let certain beings know we were coming, but without the lights on, we would also see nothing.

“It’s a stupid move,” insisted Van Helsing.

At this time, I heard a dreamlike singing voice, sung by a woman.

I signaled Van Helsing to listen carefully, and he heard it too, but he suggested not to worry about it, because it might be a trap.

We continued to walk forward, and a low arched door appeared in front of us, surrounded by ruins like ruins.

It seems that this place used to be a small chapel, and you can also see a stone cross covered with thorns.

If we had come a few months later, the rose should have bloomed, and it would have looked beautiful. But at this time, the chapel was full of stale smell, mixed with an indescribable stench, a bit of earthy smell mixed with filth.

I collected a little more soil, and there were a few huge mice in the corner, they jumped around us, I thought the mice would run away when they saw people.

“There are always some people who want to live forever.” Van Helsing said desperately, “Take other people’s lives as grains, harvest when they are ripe, sow again, and then ripen.”

I told him it was a good analogy, better than my catnip theory, and Van Helsing looked tender.

“Being mad is easier to accept than the fact.”

“Speak carefully, doctor, be careful.”

Van Helsing’s expression became cold again.

“Let’s go now, we’re wasting time.”

I have no objection, follow him and move on.

The air gradually became humid and heavy, and the visibility became even lower. This made Van Helsing, who felt that lighting a lamp was a bad idea, had to choose the weakest oil lamp.

The fog is getting heavier and heavier, and I can even see which direction it is coming from through the beam of light. There was the howling of some kind of creature in the distance, and the sound of bats flapping their wings, but nothing else, not even the sweet and seductive song just now.

I tried to ease the atmosphere, but Van Helsing was indifferent. After a while we stopped because we all heard something like some animal eating.

We only took two steps in that direction, and the sound of eating stopped, but we didn’t stop.

Has a sordid and pathetic life that can make one feel that tights, shackles, and chains are a kind of mercy to him.

I first saw a pile of remains, presumably belonging to a bat, which had been eaten in half and had blood everywhere.

Then we heard a moan, what sounded like excruciating pain, and flies buzzing around.

A man jumped at me in the thick fog, his lips, teeth, and gums were all red, and his eyes were full of confusion and hellfire. He opened his mouth to me like a dog that has seen a bone, obviously skinny but with great strength.

Facing this evil creature head-on, all previous fear and gloom vanished, and I felt relieved for some reason.

“Blood is life.”

The monster who tried to kill me said I was so overwhelmed by him that I barely knew what to do when Van Helsing pinned him to the ground.

He fell to the ground, like a curled up dog, and then he touched his neck with his hand, and then licked his palm.

I soon realized that he was licking my blood, the wound on my hand where the glass had scratched it, and it was bleeding again after the fight, and it soaked through the bandages Van Helsing had put on me.

I was angry, disgusted, and Van Helsing held me back with outstretched hands.

“He is Self’s patient,” said Van Helsing firmly.

I did my best to stay calm, thinking of the carnivore Dr. Self had mentioned to me.

Then I asked Van Helsing if he was going to move on with him?

Van Helsing put his hand gently on the man: “Now, poor Jason, let’s go home.”

Jason dropped his head so low it almost touched his chest, and Van Helsing took his hand and led him in the direction we had come from.

We didn’t walk the cliff, but returned to the pass along the road. Others were happy to see that we had found someone, not the missing child, and gave us food and water, but I asked for a bandage first.

I’m afraid I will never forget that scene, and I began to understand Van Helsing’s mood—the mood of being treated as food.

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“Why haven’t you eaten?” Pomona asked, walking to Barnaby’s side.

“I ate it,” said Barnaby dryly.

“That’s all?” asked Pomona, who had only eaten one sandwich.

“I’m not hungry,” said Barnaby, a thousand miles away.

Pomona sat down beside him “I hear you’re going to be in action tonight?”

Barnaby said nothing.

This is not difficult to understand, because Cole said last night that Barnaby is a coward, so this “hero” came here to be a hero in order to prove that he is not a coward.

“Come with me,” said Pomona, leading Barnaby to the creek. “See that piece of wood, bring it up.”

Barnaby walked over like a Muggle, but instead of picking up the piece of driftwood, he transformed into a swamp digger.

At the moment it stuck out its tongue quickly and attacked Barnaby, Pomona cast a Levitation Charm on its tongue, and then used “all fly away” to tear off its tongue, and the swamp digger fell into the Disappeared in the aquatic plants.

“Didn’t you teach it in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class?” Pomona asked.

“Professor Carter taught us to protect ourselves with armor,” said Barnaby.

“What you have to do later is to collect 100 tongues of swamp diggers.” Pomona said, “When you have collected them all, when will you participate in the mission.”

“You think I’m joking?” said Barnaby.

“Another mission from Paul?” Pomona asked.

“No.” He said after a moment of silence.

“What’s that about?” Pomona asked.

Barnaby didn’t say.

“It’s still a few hours before the sun goes down, I’m you and start now.” Pomona said to Barnaby, and then turned to leave.

“What’s his purpose in torturing people like this?” Barnaby yelled. “If he wants me to drop out, I can drop out right away.”

“That was not his purpose,” said Pomona. “He wants to turn your soul from light to darkness.”

Barnaby was shocked.

“He makes you feel like you have no choice but to do what he says.”

“What should I do?” asked Barnaby.

“Start now.” Pomona pointed to the tongue on the ground, “100 pieces, you can join us when you collect them all.”

Then she left Barnaby and went back to base camp.

(end of this chapter)