HP - Shadow Monarch! [BOOK 1]

Chapter 174 - Do you want to be my enemies?

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV

Hogwarts.

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Snape was in a strange place as he observed the types of monsters in that dungeon, constructed with patterns of vines and trunks. His shadow soldiers advanced ahead of him, while the most powerful ones led the others against the creatures in that place.

The shadow of Kargalgan, which Snape had named Fang, was still in the Room of Requirement, left there to create more complex potions, as Snape had not expected any of this when he entered the Black Mansion.
He had only intended to train with Bellatrix, but he had not imagined he would find a painting with a dungeon in that place, even though he had already anticipated finding more paintings like the ones at Hogwarts.

As soon as he saw it in the painting Astraea had shown him, he wasted no time entering the dungeon, as time passed faster there—only an hour in the real world equaled a day in that place. This way, he would finish everything in just a few minutes.

His shadows continued to devastate an army of centaurs ahead of him, centaurs that were far more powerful than those in the Forbidden Forest. Despite being more aggressive, they did not speak and were visibly determined to kill him. They wielded magic, enchanting their weapons: some used spears enveloped in lightning, while others shot arrows wrapped in flames.

"Centaurs don't usually use magic... Rare occasions have happened in the wizarding world, and none of them are alive in this era. How interesting... If I can get a good number of them, it will be amusing to see the look on those centaurs' faces when they see the shadow centaurs." Snape murmured, watching from behind as his shadows fought the enemies.

"Interesting..." He smiled, and in the next moment, he took a step forward. Drawing his sword from his inventory, he dashed ahead, following his men as they ran through the enclosed area. He began cutting down the centaurs that fought against his shadows.

The battle quickly turned into a bloodbath as Snape advanced, eliminating one enemy after another.

Hours passed inside the dungeon, and the sounds of screams of pain and elemental spells finally ceased. Among the twisted roots, Snape watched his men extracting crystals and other valuable items from the place. He himself stood before the ruined body of the dungeon boss—a centaur in armor, certainly powerful.

"Arise." Snape commanded, and the dead centaur began to take form, turning into a newly named shadow before him.

"Very well... You are special, so I will name you." Snape observed the great warrior wielding his spear.

"I will call you Voltaran."

The shadow seemed to like the name. In the next moment, it raised its two front hooves and lifted its spear with one hand as yellow lightning began to crackle around it—a way of accepting its new identity.

It possessed a type of lightning as its magical affinity and had been quite powerful in battle. It might have had the same affinity as Snape, but its color was peculiar. The lightning struck the roots of the dungeon. The place resembled a cave made of living roots, and even when Snape tried to carve a path, the roots quickly regenerated, closing any damage inflicted.

Snape simply nodded, satisfied with the gesture.
"Well, it's time to go back." Snape said as he observed the bags full of crystals he needed to carry by hand, as he had not brought any dimensional bags. However, he had a few sacks with him and began preparing to return to the original world.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, only ten minutes had passed since Snape had disappeared. Astraea and her husband still stared at the place, stunned, not knowing what to say. None of the other paintings knew what had really happened there; they merely watched the space where Snape had simply vanished.