Chapter 425 Pure Blood Traitor

"Harvan Monte..." Sherin repeated the name in a low voice, his stern face expressionless, "What does he want?"

"Abatail." Nalida's residual soul raised her hand slightly, and a soft light shone through the mirror. As the light faded, an illusory manuscript emerged from the mirror, emitting a silvery-white light.

"I have locked this book in the deepest part of my soul using a special method. Even if Harfang Monte tries his best, he cannot take it from me," Nalida's voice was calm but full of sadness.

Xie Lin's eyes rested on the imaginary book, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, and he asked calmly: "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Break this shackle and free my soul." Nalida said earnestly, "In exchange, I am willing to give you the entire content of Abatail. This is my last wish and my only reward."

Xie Lin was silent for a moment, thinking about the interests involved. His eyes swept across the dense runes on the frame, feeling the powerful magic remaining in them.

This mirror carries an extremely powerful curse, and the power of the curse is generally linked to the age of its existence. It is hard to imagine how powerful the curse is on this mirror that has existed for nearly a thousand years.

Not to mention, Xie Ling believed in cause and effect and fate in the magical world. If he forcibly intervened in the feud between Nalida and Halfang Monte, he would most likely be contaminated by the causal relationship with Halfang Monte.

But the temptation of "Abatail" is too great.

It can be said that Xie Ling’s current strength is inseparable from "Abatail". Without the theory of "Abatail" as a foundation, he would not be able to develop unique skills such as "Kan-Shaped Magus" and "Perfect Li Yan".

Finally, he said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will help you, but the secret of Abatail can only belong to me."

Nalida nodded slightly, with a complicated look in her eyes: "This is the price I am willing to pay... I hope you can be more trustworthy than Monte."

Sherin did not respond.

He stretched out his wand, and a faint blue magical light condensed at the end of the wand, and began to analyze the mysterious runes on the mirror frame.

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At the same time that Schelling was immersed in breaking the magic on the mirror, far away in Great Britain, in the northwest of England, in the Longbottom ancestral home in Lancashire, there was a dim and mysterious room.

An ancient magic lamp was placed in the middle of the long table, emitting a faint orange-yellow light, which was reflected on the serious faces of the participants. The atmosphere was filled with an oppressive silence, as if even the air was under some kind of huge pressure.

Augusta Longbottom sat at the head of the table, her silver hair like snow, she was wearing a dark green robe, and she held a long-handled dragon-headed cane tightly in her hand. Her eyes were sharp as knives, but with a hint of worry, and she said in a deep voice: "The British wizarding world is almost unrecognizable now. Arthur Wesley lost his position and power in the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore - I can't believe that such a powerful man was suppressed to such an extent by Fudge."

Sitting on her left was Muriel Prewett, Molly Wesley's aunt and Ron Wesley's great-aunt. The elder of the Prewett family wore a silver crown made by fairies on her head. She had a sharp look on her face and was still full of energy despite her old age.

She sighed and said with a hint of indignation, "Yes, although Fudge appears to be neutral on the surface, he is still a stubborn supporter of pure-blood supremacy in his heart. It wasn't obvious when he had a good relationship with Dumbledore before, but now that he has only broken up with Dumbledore for a short time, he can't help but show his fangs so quickly."

"I heard..." Griselda Marchbank, who was sitting on the right, spoke up. She was an old witch with a deep gaze and had worked in the Magic Examination Administration for many years. "The forces of dark wizards are gathering in secret. It's not just the remaining followers of Voldemort. As far as I know, many high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic have also begun to surge. I suspect that the Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated by external forces. Such a situation makes it impossible for those young wizards who support Muggles to persist."

"This should be true," Muriel said. "Dumbledore had come to me earlier and persuaded me to make my Prewett Manor one of the safe houses of the Order of the Phoenix. He also cast many powerful defensive magics on it that I have never seen before..."

At this moment, the three people in this secret room are the representatives of the pure-blood families in the British wizarding world who are most supportive of Dumbledore and close to the Muggle camp. They call themselves the "Pure-blood Enlightened Faction". Of course, in the outside world, their more widely known nickname is the "Pure-blood Traitor Faction".

Although Neville in the original book once mentioned that his grandmother Augusta had a very deep friendship with Muriel and Gerstad, in fact, the three of them rarely get together. After all, they are all elderly people, and the family affairs have long been let go to the next generation to handle. In addition, in the past ten years, Dumbledore's momentum has been at its peak, so their group of pure-blooded enlightened people who support him have also ushered in rapid development -

In the absence of any major events or crises that would affect the family's rise and fall, there was no need for them to gather together for a meeting. "It seems that a war is inevitable and could come at any time," Augusta said solemnly, with a heavy look on her face. "The bad thing is that our people are being weakened and disintegrated. The families that once supported Dumbledore are now beginning to waver and even choose to protect themselves."

Muriel's face was filled with grief. "Yes, we pure-blooded enlightened people have paid too much to support Dumbledore. In the last wizard war, the two most outstanding young men in the main family of my Prewett family, Gideon and Fabian, both died in the battle, which severely damaged our Prewett family."

"Who isn't?" Augusta's old face trembled slightly, as if recalling the past that he couldn't bear to look back on. "My beloved son and daughter-in-law, Frank and Alice, weren't they also tortured to death and turned into lunatics?"

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Yes, excellent talents are the foundation of a family. The pure-blooded enlightened faction could have been even more powerful, but unfortunately in the last war, they lost four of their most important talents at once. It is conceivable how much of a blow this had on their power.

"Speaking of this, I thought..." Muriel suddenly showed a dissatisfied look on her face, and even a hint of anger, "Molly, the last remaining descendant of the Prewett family, could bring external support to our family after marrying into the Wesley family. Who would have thought that Arthur Wesley-"

"He is such an unambitious guy who is content with being ordinary. He has been in the Ministry for so long but has achieved nothing. He has made my precious niece live a poor life." She curled her lips in disdain. "That's it. As a result, he can't even keep such a low-income and low-status job. He has completely lost his power in the Ministry."

"I heard that his sentence also included a hefty fine of 10,000 Galleons," Gerstad asked with concern, as they were colleagues in the same camp at the Ministry of Magic. "Do you know what happened to them later?"

"What else can they do?" Muriel said in a hateful tone, "Their savings were only enough to get by, and now they have lost their jobs and have to face a huge fine. They can only sell off the inheritance left to them by their ancestors to pay off their debts. What else can they do? Even so, Molly still borrowed a thousand Galleons from me. Isn't that infuriating?"

Seeing that Muriel was angry, the two did not dare to offend her. Gerstad changed the subject and said, "In fact, if Kingsley from the Shacklebolt family hadn't gotten into trouble, we wouldn't have fallen into this situation."

"Yes," Augusta nodded and said in agreement, "Kingsley is a powerful and smart kid. He is the one I like most among the younger generations of our family. He is capable of being the leader of this generation of pure-blooded enlightened people."

"It's such a pity," Muriel thought of Kingsley's death and immediately showed a regretful expression. "After losing Kingsley, I think the pure-blood enlightened faction has officially entered a crisis of a lack of successors—" She said categorically: "To be honest, I don't see any future for the next generation of little wizards!"

"Not really?" Augusta frowned and said, "In my opinion, the future of the pure-blooded enlightened faction is indeed worrying, but it is not completely hopeless—"

She paused, then slowly said, "For example, Bill, Charlie, and Percy from the Wesley family are pretty good. Bill has always been an academically excellent student, and now I heard that he seems to be doing well in Egypt. Charlie has a talent for sports and has good development prospects in Romania. Didn't Percy recently get promoted to the position of the minister's personal assistant—"

Muriel interrupted Augusta and said coldly, "Don't mention Percy, the rebellious son. Arthur is in trouble now because he was reported by him."

"What?" Augusta said in surprise.

"That's what I heard, too," Gerstad said calmly with a hint of regret, "I never thought that the Wesley family would have such a descendant..."

"Then, only Bill and Charlie are left to be of great use," Augusta said in a deep voice. "I heard that the other children of the Wesley family - George, Fred, and Ron - are all mediocre in their performance at school. They can be said to be unremarkable."

"Although I don't want to admit it," Muriel sighed deeply and said, "You are right. The other children of Wesley do not have much talent - and they are more or less undisciplined. You know, a few years ago when I went to Wesley's house to attend their Christmas dinner, George and Fred, two mischievous guys, actually put a big dung ball on my seat. Can you imagine this behavior?"

Augusta also sighed. "My Longbottom family is not much better. My grandson Neville is submissive, has no opinion of his own, and often forgets things. Every year when I bring home the test report card, my magic power almost goes out of control. With the ordinary talents displayed by the four of them now, it is estimated that it will be difficult for them to achieve anything great in the future."

Muriel said, "The only thing to be thankful for is that Ron has finally achieved his only achievement—" She rarely showed her first smile of the day, "He became best friends with the savior Harry Potter at school, and it is very likely that he will pull Potter into our camp in the future."

A shrewd look flashed in her eyes, and she continued, "I can see that the Weasley family's little daughter has been instilled with Potter's heroic deeds by her family since she was a child, so she likes Potter very much. I think... maybe marriage will be a great idea to tie the reputation of the savior to our camp..."

Augusta nodded. "That's a good idea. I will remind Neville again that he must find a way to increase his interaction with Potter and become closer friends and partners." (End of this chapter)