great-warnovel Chapter 509 A Dark Game of Life and Death
Chapter 509 A Dark Game of Life and Death
Chapter 509 A Dark Game of Life and Death
Fortunately, both of them could fly. Hermione deftly flipped in mid-air to stop, while Adam also sprayed flames from his feet and back to steady himself.
A glowing spell was cast, but it did not illuminate the boundless darkness. It was as if something had swallowed the light, and the limited field of vision only allowed the person next to them to be seen.
"Are you using gravity magic?" Adam suddenly asked.
Hermione shook her head: "No, I just used a spell to levitate."
The robot boy's blue eyes flashed with electricity: "I detected abnormal fluctuations in gravity. If this isn't coming from you, then perhaps we've already been affected by secondary effects of time disorder."
In scientific theory, time and gravity are inextricably linked, and the current situation on the seventh floor may be due to the leakage of the time hall on the eighth floor.
Before they could continue their discussion, the attack had already arrived.
"A brilliant interception!" a commentator shouted from the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, several roaming balls suddenly burst out of the void, hurtling towards us at terrifying high speeds.
Without Hermione lifting a finger, Adam stretched out his palm, and several nozzles suddenly opened from his pink arm. Slender lasers precisely locked onto all the wandering balls, blasting them apart.
"foul!"
The sharp whistle blew again, and the angry female referee screamed.
"Disrupting the ball's movement! Points deducted!"
The next moment, they flipped upside down, and the two spun around as if hooked by a key to their navels. It was as if heaven and earth had switched identities. Adam fell downwards out of control, while Hermione, who had used magic to stabilize herself, stopped after only two spins.
The witch caught the boy who was about to fly away, purple lightning crackling around her as she used gravity magic.
The directions up, down, left, and right are fixed, maintaining the surrounding space like a field.
"Restart! The game continues!"
After a period of chaotic upheaval, everything seemed to start anew.
"It seems the rules and regulations of the Department of Magical Sports have become intertwined with the magic of the lower levels," Hermione said.
"Perhaps there is also the resentment of those wizards and magical creatures who died here. They failed to become ghosts, but the magic in their remains must eventually find a place to go."
A never-ending Quidditch match with the goal of killing the participants.
This time, countless Quake balls emerged from the darkness.
Their bright red exterior was originally intended to help players distinguish them in extreme weather, but now they look as if they've been stained with blood.
They floated silently in the air, but seemed to be searching for the scent of living people, slowly and steadily moving toward Hermione and the others.
This speed doesn't seem like it could kill, but its ominous appearance clearly means that getting hit by it wouldn't be a good thing.
"Should we just stay away? It seems they can't tolerate the rules being broken," Adam suggested.
Hermione's mind raced as she considered a solution.
"No, if it's a running ball, it should be hit or dodged, but with a Quaffle, it should be sent into the goal." She knew more about Quidditch than the robot boy.
"But we don't know where the goal is." Adam fired a dozen flares from his back. These burning objects began to spiral strangely after escaping Hermione's gravitational field.
Even when a large area of darkness was illuminated, nothing else could be seen.
"No, we have an even simpler way." Hermione smiled.
In Quidditch, the fastest way to end the game is, of course, to catch the Golden Snitch.
Although the golden ball hasn't appeared in this dark game yet, that doesn't stop Hermione from carrying one with her—what wizard goes on an adventure with a golden thief!
Although it didn't score, its true form, the Golden Snitch whose core was made of splendid stone, was still hanging on Hermione's waist.
Upon opening the small bag, a metal sphere with delicate wings leaped out from within the fluorescent blue light.
"The Golden Snitch has appeared! Strange—has it reached this stage yet?" The commentator in the darkness seemed a little confused as well. In their rules, the Runaway Ball, Quaffle, and Golden Snitch are activated in turn, and they don't suddenly appear in the Quaffle level.
But it was indeed the Golden Snitch, even the world's first Golden Snitch, and can be considered the origin of modern Quidditch.
The somewhat rigid rules made it difficult to adapt to changing circumstances, and even thieves who weren't on their side were included in their game.
Before those blood-red ghost balls had even disappeared, old and worn-out flying brooms appeared from the darkness.
Those who wielded those brooms were figures clad in black robes.
"Old Abernathy!" The witch recognized the leader at a glance.
The players following behind him were none other than the members of the previous exploration team.
But at this moment they are all dead, no, they are in a strange state that is neither dead nor alive.
Their bodies were intact, but their eyes, mouths, and noses had become black, empty holes, as if their contents and souls had been emptied and drained clean.
These bodies, seemingly still capable of movement under the rules of the Dark Contest, stared intently at the Golden Snitch in front of Hermione with their dark eye sockets.
Suddenly, old Abernathy moved. He seemed to be the Seeker in this contest, responsible for competing with Hermione for ownership of the Snitch, while the others did their jobs, some hitting the Quaffles and others guiding the suddenly appearing Runaways to attack.
"It seems they died here," Hermione sighed softly.
These bizarre rules are indeed difficult for ordinary wizards to decipher.
Seeing the decaying saint rushing towards her, she did not choose to attack, but instead reached out and grasped the quietly floating radiance core.
The gold thief has been caught.
According to the rules, the game must end.
"The Golden Thief! The Golden Thief has been caught!" The voice from the darkness was filled with excitement, confusion, and relief.
"The match—a wonderful match—ah—the match is over—"
Like a melancholy twilight, or the emptiness after a carnival, there were cheers in the darkness, which then echoed into a huge tsunami.
The surrounding darkness slowly dissipated, and strange creatures that looked like brains connected to the spinal cord slowly floated up in the fading darkness, like jellyfish.
They wiggled their tentacles as if cheering, one of them with a whistle hanging from it, and another with an old-fashioned microphone wrapped around it; they looked like the referee and commentator in the darkness.
Similarly, from the bodies of old Abernathy and his teammates, like punctured balloons, brain monsters suddenly leaked out, joining the celebrations after the game, leaving only skins and black robes behind.
The Quakes, Goblins, and Flying Brooms lost their momentum and plummeted downwards.
The ceiling, walls, and floor of the Magic Sports Department returned as if the boundless void from before had never existed.
The ground was littered with Quidditch props. These items had been neglected for fifty years and, now without a magical supply, shattered into a pile of junk.
"These things—they seem to come from the Department of Mysteries?" Both of them had read about the British Ministry of Magic and naturally knew the various rooms in the Department of Mysteries.
"They've escaped and are playing Dark Quidditch here?"
Those brains didn't seem to have a strong desire to attack; they were wandering aimlessly in the empty room and corridor, ignoring Hermione and the little robot.