Chapter 1067 The Face of the Dead

Generally speaking, it is not easy to find leaks in the black market. Leaving aside the fact that the owners of those stores handle various products all the year round, the counterfeiting alone can fool ordinary customers around.

I have to say that it is too foolish for a little girl like Panxi, who has little knowledge, to want to pick up some bargains here.

Unless... someone secretly had another purpose, specifically wanting her to obtain some special benefits.

When Pansy came out of the King of Sniffs Collectibles Store, she already had a book with a silver border in her hand.

The whole book is only the size of two palms, and she found it in the grocery cabinet in the store.

In that cabinet, it was full of things that were judged to be of low value - such as polished copper nameplates, brand-new glass ornaments, or trinkets such as gold-plated Muggle ornaments Son.

And because although the cover of this suspected magic book has a shiny silver cover, it is actually just a hardcover story book, which is the most typical kind of Xixi like but can't sell much.

Therefore, it was also thrown in by the owner of the collection store—at least on the surface, it seemed to be true.

However, Pansy, who happened to have a lot of time, flipped through the book back and forth, and coincidentally discovered that the words on one of the pages obviously did not belong to the content of the storybook.

It seems...an ancient magic ritual?

Suddenly, such a guess flashed through Pan Xi's mind.

To be honest, all the contents described in the magic ritual were terrifying, and even involved a rather cruel death. When Pansy read it for the first time in the collection store, she was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.

However, when she saw the last page of that page saying that following the method above would give her a more powerful magical talent, Pansy's heart almost stopped beating in shock.

is this real?

After glancing at the top of the miscellaneous cabinet as calmly as possible, she confirmed the price - it was only five Galleons, although it was at least twice as expensive as the real magic book, but it was not for any reason. unacceptable price.

Even if their Parkinson's family is not well-off, that's relative. At any rate, her family's wealth is not as thin as that of the Weasley family.

made money!

Among other things, buying this book would definitely make a profit... At that time, Pan Xi was very sure of her own judgment.

So, Pansy played a trick, and told the owner of the collection store that she liked the exquisite style of the book, and then she bought the storybook with hidden mysteries smoothly.

However, she didn't know that she was still at a loss, and it wasn't something as superficial as Jin Jialong.

...

After buying the book that day, Pansy didn't tell his family in detail, but only mentioned that it was an old storybook bought with a few silver Sickles.

In fact, to be honest, even she herself hasn't confirmed her state of mind yet, and she doesn't know how to deal with the potion formula and magic ritual written on that page.

A few days later, for wizards in the British wizarding world at the time,

The somewhat long Christmas holiday has finally come to an end. And Pansy, also sent by his mother, boarded the Hogwarts Express and returned to school unsteadily.

In those few days, she didn't touch the book again, but just let it stay in the bookcase in her room. And before returning to school, he told himself several times that he shouldn't take it to Hogwarts Castle.

And the reason for this was nothing else—most wizards from pure-blood families didn't shy away from black magic. She just thought that bringing black magic to school would obviously have hidden dangers.

What's more, that extremely powerful and intelligent Maca McLean is teaching in the school! She really couldn't guarantee that she would not be discovered by that guy who seemed to know everything well.

But in the end, Pansy still couldn't suppress the conflict in his heart that was mixed with longing and fear, and he stuffed it into his suitcase just before leaving the room to go out.

The night Pansy arrived at Hogwarts, he was undoubtedly on edge.

In the girls' dormitory in Slytherin, she didn't sleep well all night, worrying about whether the book in the suitcase under the bed would be found by others.

Yes, would there be some very secret traces of black magic left on the page with the terrible magic rituals, although she couldn't detect it, maybe Maca McLean could notice it?

So, it wasn't until the breakfast time when the class officially started the next day, when Professor McGonagall personally announced the news of McLean's temporary resignation, that Pansy couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Probably because Maca was not at Hogwarts, Pansy's heart suddenly relaxed a lot. At first she was still terrified by the horror of the magical ceremony, but now that feeling was much less, and longing once again occupied her heart.

After another few days of hesitation, he couldn't bear the thought of wanting to replace his elder brother Perces and shoulder the burden of the family for him, and gradually suppressed the fear in his heart.

A wave of determination flooded into her heart during a Potions class one day.

kill?

No, it was far from the point where she had to think about that... The first thing she had to do was to prepare the special potion that was the prerequisite according to the formula and steps on the page.

It must be said here that, as the female prefect of Slytherin, Pansy's academic performance is not bad. She is inferior to her brother in Charms and Transfiguration, but her level in Potions is not low.

You know, a sixth-grade student who was promoted to the N.E.W.Ts advanced class, his single-subject strength is actually stronger than many people.

However, the difficulty of the potion recorded on that page was quite high. She tried and failed many times, and even almost gave up at one point because she felt that she couldn't do it.

She had to admit that when she was about to choose to give up, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But it's a pity that from the moment she wanted to try to prepare the potion, a gambler's desire had already become the devil in her heart.

The only difference from a real gambler is that what she wants to gamble is an expectation placed in the future.

If she couldn't let it go, she had no choice but to continue—she wanted to complete this potion, and then obtain a potential that most people would look up to. This will become her capital to revive the family as a witch in the future!

Well, maybe there's more...for example, an amazing gaze from Draco?

Pansy was well aware of the turmoil in the Malfoy family. She even learned about Draco's rest at home for a period of time from her parents.

And precisely because Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, was sentenced to Azkaban, the Malfoy family has lost its former prominence, and even many cooperating forces have temporarily terminated contact with him one by one. cold treatment.

If it was the Pansy Parkinson before he decided to start refining medicine, maybe he would completely let go of this boy whose family is gradually declining?

However, Pan Xi, who had the idea of ​​becoming a strong woman, was able to put her love first in marriage.

She wants to release her brother's pressure, she also wants to revitalize the Parkinson family, and she wants to win Draco's love! If you think about it carefully, these three not only do not conflict, but complement each other, don't they?

But Pan Xi understood that her desire must be based on real ability.

People often say that once you have a goal, you will be motivated; the more attractive the goal, the stronger your motivation will be. Pansy's heart began to be affected by the piled up desires, becoming persistent and crazy.

After nearly half a month of repeatedly refining the potion, the lucky girl seemed to finally stand behind Pansy—she succeeded with a touch of luck!

However, Pansy, who successfully prepared the potion, felt a little chill in his heart while being extremely excited. And she also knew very well that the chill undoubtedly came from the subsequent ritual steps on the page.

if……

If it's just to kill a Muggle...

No, if it's killing a death row Muggle...it should be fine, right?

Such repeated refinement of standards fully exposed the struggle in Pan Xi's heart.

Yes, she's a domineering, defiant Slytherin quintessential, she takes pleasure in insulting other lower classmates, and she enjoys kicking the house-elves at will.

Even she herself knew that she, Pansy Parkinson, was not a good man or woman.

But in the final analysis, no matter how bitter and vicious she was, she was still not to the point where she could calmly kill a living person who had no grudges or grudges.

Not to mention, the way of killing in that ceremony was... so horrifying.

Kill, kill?

For several days in a row, Pansy was awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night - obviously she hadn't really killed anyone yet.

...

So, a Muggle hanger?

In Snape's office, Maca and Pansy were sitting facing each other, while Snape, the owner of the room, was leaning indifferently at the desk not far away.

Faced with Maca's faint questioning, Pan Xi tightly pursed his lips, and his intertwined fingers turned pale from too much force.

After a long time, she slowly nodded without saying a word.

Telling the story just now had already consumed too much of her energy, and now she really didn't want to say a word anymore.

Upon seeing this, Maca turned her head and exchanged glances with Snape—both of them had witnessed death with their own eyes, and even gave death with their own hands, and they were very clear about Pansy's mood at the moment.

Then, Maca suddenly turned around and asked abruptly, The face of that person when he died...you must remember it more clearly than your brother's face, right?

Do not--

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