HP - Shadow Monarch! [BOOK 1]

Chapter 165 - Going to Train Bellatrix Black.

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Third Person POV

Hogwarts.

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Some time had passed since they had entered that painting, and then the space distorted in front of the snow-filled frame. In the next moment, Snape and Rosaria emerged.

The redhead merely took a step to steady herself with the change of scenery and turned her scarlet eyes to the human in front of her, looking at him with a certain daze.

"What was that..." she couldn't help but murmur.

"Forget it. I'd like you not to tell anyone about what you saw." Snape spoke, turning back to look at the painting as he checked his status, which had increased after the image of the snowy field from the painting. He had certainly raised his level considerably, and even more, the number of shadows he could command, with levels higher than ordinary soldiers and even matching Igris. Additionally, there was one even stronger.

'The shadows grow stronger as they fight... Maybe leaving Igris in charge of my shop is a mistake... I'll retrieve him this weekend.' Snape murmured internally as he pondered this.

He had faced great difficulty defeating the final boss of that dungeon. This boss was even stronger than Snape himself in terms of physical strength. Thanks to his magic and cooperation with some shadows, they fought and won in the end. Snape turned it into one of his shadows, and the Ice Elf was now there, joined with the other shadows at Snape's feet, ready to be commanded.

Rosaria had witnessed it all. For the woman, at the very least, it was disconcerting. Now she understood why she felt the aura of death in Snape like in no other. Snape had become something akin to a kind of necromancer, but unlike any other Dark Lord in this world's history.

'This man...' she thought. Her father had already taught her many things with his thousand years of life over an entire century about this world, and that made her learn a lot about dark magic. Necromancy was among those teachings, but what Snape displayed was far beyond anything she had ever heard of or seen.

She had observed him as they fought those ice men alongside the ice bears. Each time one fell, it rose as a shadow soldier, further increasing the strength of Snape's group. Even though they were surrounded and at an initial numerical disadvantage, as the fight continued, more and more shadows began to emerge. Those that fell returned after some time.

It didn't take long for the tide to turn. Quickly, the battle shifted in their favor as the enemies dwindled more and more and fell into a disadvantage while the growing number of shadows increased.

"Alright..." Those words escaped Rosaria's lips in response to Snape's request not to tell anyone, still staring at him. She knew Snape was special, but this was beyond her imagination.

"One hour in this world is equivalent to a day in the portal we entered. So, two days passed there. Here, only two hours have gone by. But we missed lunch, and even the classes must have started their first period by now. I don't know if you have a class." He said.

Rosaria widened her eyes. She had an appointment with the third-years in an hour.

"Damn..." she murmured. She obviously didn't want to lose her job, but she also didn't blame Snape. After all, she enjoyed the experience of fighting against creatures unlike anything she had ever seen in this world.

Moreover, Snape had protected and cared for her. In the cold, she had faced some hardships herself, precisely to help him. Snape knew this and helped her because he knew it was the system's fault and not hers that they ended up in that dungeon. He had given her a coat to endure the cold, and they fought together.