Chapter 350

The thick purple liquid in the cauldron began to boil and a thin veil of steam curled upward before falling over the edges of the cauldron like a volcano eruption without the explosive sounds. Slowly, it cleared, and faint images started to form. He could see them running. From what or to where, he didn't know, but he could tell that the bundle being carried in the arms of one of the demons was the new Dark Lord. The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. 

“Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. 

Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. 

Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly