A low, hoarse breath emanated from the depths of the wardrobe.
An indescribable sense of oppression pressed down on everyone present, from head to toe.
Even the ecstatic Dark Wizards were not exempt.
They stared up at the night sky in a daze.
From the wardrobe, a massive head slowly emerged.
On either side of its skull extended scythe-like pincers, and its long, swaying body resembled a scorpion's.
Composed of countless iridescent planets, it exhaled a colorful mist.
Two pairs of translucent wings unfurled.
Like a dragonfly breaking free from its cocoon.
It was as if someone had accidentally spilled a box of paint across the canvas of the dark night sky.
It could only be called "beautiful."
The iridescence rippled with its every movement.
Making it impossible to look away.
With a bizarre and twisted beauty, it relentlessly assaulted everyone's senses!!
[Congratulations! By combining paintings, you have successfully summoned the "Star Color" reflection!]
[Star Color · Reflection has been added to the gallery!]
[Tier: Tier 3 · Golden Legend!]
[Description: The reflection of a high-level creature projected from the deepest reaches of the universe.]
[Effect: Inflicts a powerful mental blow on all creatures that witness this reflection, forcing them into madness; seals the area, preventing the use of Apparition; can steal the color of living organisms, erasing their existence.]
[Cannot be summoned again for a period of time after summoning.]
"Cough!"
Ethan coughed, frowning as a metallic taste rose in his throat.
The hand holding the brass telescope trembled slightly.
The magic in his body felt as if it were being drained by a powerful pump.
Rapidly flowing away, drying up.
If not for the red spider pendant hanging around his neck, constantly replenishing his magic,
he probably would have been exhausted before even summoning the Star Color.
Even so, cracks rapidly spiderwebbed across the pendant.
As expected of a Tier 3 · Golden Legend!
The consumption was no joke.
Ethan clicked his tongue.
Taking advantage of his high vantage point where no one could see him, he subtly chugged a few bottles of invigorating potion.
It seemed that the higher the tier, the more strained his magic became.
Besides increasing soul fusion, he also had to think of other ways to raise his magic's upper limit.
Stamina was crucial, too.
However.
The effects of a Tier 3 · Golden Legend were equally staggering.
Enough to make Mr. Lamp's debut in the Wizarding World a sensation!
"I am Mr. Lamp."
Ethan curled his lips and spoke slowly.
His voice, amplified by the transmission flower, echoed across the land.
"Look forward to it... I will open the door to a new world for you all!"
On the ground.
Complete chaos had already erupted.
"W-what is this thing...?" The Aurors trembled uncontrollably.
Countless vibrant colors reflected in their wide-open eyes.
Flowing into their minds, muddling their thoughts.
Making them weep while grinning uncontrollably.
"Clatter, clatter."
Wands slipped from fingers and clattered to the ground, no longer held steady.
"No... impossible!"
Captain Connie Rosier said, her voice trembling.
She tried to raise her thorny whip, but her arm refused to obey.
Her vibrant and beautiful face had turned pale and ashen, etched with shock and fear.
She didn't know that the mastermind behind this attack was Mr. Lamp, designated a "high-risk individual" by the Ministry of Magic. Nor did she know that Mr. Lamp was so strangely powerful.
Connie stared at the terrifying creature that dominated most of the night sky.
She met its blue eye, embedded in its fractured skull.
Suddenly, she felt a warmth in her nose.
A hot stream gushed out.
Flowing to her lips, it carried a metallic taste.
At this moment, she would rather see a Dark Mark floating in the sky!
"Does the Wizarding World... truly have the power to fight against it?"
Connie felt her faith waver.
Inside the camp.
"Bloody hell..." Ron mumbled, his black umbrella unconsciously drooping.
He, Harry, and the others stared blankly at the night sky.
Gazing at that unparalleled, beautiful iridescence.
Swallowing the stars.
Even the thought of escape was stripped away.
Harry shivered violently.
A strange thought suddenly popped into his head:
This eerie and terrifying monster—why does it resemble Ethan's aesthetic so much?
No, how could that be!
...But where was Ethan?
Just then.
A loud shout shattered Harry's muddled thoughts:
"Over here! Harry Potter is over here!!!"
The man who had attacked Harry earlier was now jumping up and down like a madman!
His face was filled with frantic excitement, his tongue hissing across his lips.
As if he had already seen their victory!
Mr. Lamp, you truly are my good friend!
At this moment.
Barty, who had witnessed the "Old God," directly regarded Mr. Lamp as his soulmate.
"Bang!"
He raised his wand high.
A ghostly green spell exploded in the sky, forming a giant skull!
From its mouth, a coiling, twisting snake emerged.
"It's the Dark Mark!"
Sirius's pupils constricted.
Normally, a Dark Mark alone would be enough to shake one's mind and fill it with fear.
However.
Tonight, compared to that terrifying behemoth,
the familiar Dark Mark actually brought a sigh of relief.
Sirius: "Their target is indeed you! Hmph, no time to think about all this—I'll Apparate you out of here right now!"
Saying that,
Sirius grabbed Harry's shoulder!
Then.
He was shocked to discover that he couldn't Apparate anymore!
"Damn it!" Sirius's eyes finally showed a hint of terror. "That monster has sealed off this entire area!"
What kind of creation was that, after all?
And what kind of being could summon such a monster?
A drop of cold sweat slid down Sirius's forehead.
Damn it, it was even worse than Lord Voldemort!
Immediately after.
The Star Color, hearing Barty's call, slowly turned its terrifying head.
Its blue eye, embedded in its fractured skull, looked down at them.
It found Harry and the others.
Accompanied by Hermione's scream.
A torrent of iridescence poured down!
In an instant.
Time seemed to slow.
Through his glasses, Harry saw the ever-approaching iridescent flood.
From within it, countless withered, emaciated arms reached out.
Like countless geometric shapes of resentment, they threatened to drag him into hell.
Was it going to end here?
And not even by Lord Voldemort, but by someone of unknown origin...
Images of his mother's death flashed through Harry's mind.
A strong sense of unwillingness surged within him!
But this was a dead end— "Harry!!!"
"Whoosh!"
A black umbrella suddenly opened in front of Harry!
Boom!
The iridescent flood rushed upward, yet it failed to breach the black umbrella's barrier.
Suddenly scattering in all directions.
Like smoke hitting a wall.
And those withered arms wrapped within it also shrieked and vanished.
?!!!
Harry sat on the ground, his glasses askew.
He looked at the black umbrella held in front of him with utter astonishment!
W-what happened?
Harry turned his head to look at Ron, who was holding the black umbrella beside him.
The latter looked just as bewildered, seemingly completely unprepared for the black umbrella's miraculous effect.
They stared at each other for a few seconds.
Ron said blankly, "Th-this is the black umbrella Ethan gave me...!"
Did Ethan... foresee all of this?!!!