Chapter 95
Voldemort noticed that Nagini seemed to be sleeping, and he immediately used his remaining magic to cast the spell.
John looked in the direction of the cabin, and the evil curse that rushed towards him like a laser beam made his scalp numb.
He fell down as fast as he could and came to the sleeping snake.
Grasping the big snake's tail, John decisively used Apparition.
The two figures huddled together, and the explosion left before the evil curse arrived.
The forest land collapsed, and Voldemort's attack directly changed the landscape.
But even so, Voldemort still couldn't keep John.
He roared in the cabin, and the animals that heard the sound were immediately killed.
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Outside Belby Manor.
"Crack-!"
There was an explosion and a big snake was thrown out.
John's face was pale, and his Apparition was only level 2. This kind of long-distance travel with a snake really made him very tired.
He also heard Voldemort's cry when he left. The sound penetrated his soul, as if his head was about to burst.
"As expected of the second generation Dark Lord, with this strength, he is extremely dangerous even without a wand."
With an expression full of fear, John thought of Tom Riddle. The young version of Voldemort was only in his fifth year, but he also showed the strength of an Auror.
It was hard for him to imagine how powerful Voldemort was at his peak.
Perhaps if it hadn't been for Dumbledore, Voldemort would have dominated the wizarding world.
After narrowly escaping from death, even John, who had fought several times, couldn't help but feel his heart beating rapidly.
Grabbing the big snake's tail, he dragged the big snake towards Belby Manor.
Damo Alex was still a little depressed. He just took a nap, but when he woke up, John was gone.
We agreed to treat each other's achievements as achievements, shouldn't we just take the results and run away?
Thinking of this, Damo Alex panicked. For him, being robbed of his honor was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Be the first to strike first and release it in advance so that he can't take it away."
Damo Alex's blood magic potion has not yet been tested, but in order to preserve his honor, he began to write letters.
After revising and revising it, when he was about to send the results out, John came back.
"Dharma Alex, is there a dungeon or something like that, preferably one with barrier magic."
John's current appearance felt strange no matter how he looked at it. There were grass roots and leaves in his hair, and there was dew on his clothes even though it hadn't rained.
The most important thing was the thing he was holding in his hand, which was a twelve-foot-long snake that was dragged into the manor without knowing whether it was alive or dead.
"John, what are you doing?"
Damo Alex even forgot about the letter in his hand. He watched John go and come back, and immediately wanted to chase John and ask where he had gone.
But John didn't give him this chance, so he had no choice but to go back and lead John to the Belby's dungeon.
Throwing the big snake in, John also applied enchantment magic to the dungeon.
Seeing Damo, Alex was confused.
"Phew...it's finally done. Now we have the materials for our experiment."
After everything was done, John touched the non-existent sweat.
He glanced at Damo Alex, who was wearing a cloak and wearing a luxurious cane and was about to go out, and asked doubtfully: "Are you going out?"
"Uh... I'm not in a hurry." Damo Alex put away the letter with a guilty conscience.
He recalled what John had just said and said in surprise: "You just said...experimental materials?"
John asked the house elf to prepare a cup of rich and sweet hot chocolate for him, nodded and said casually: "This is a blood curse patient."
"What?!"
Damo Alex, who was planning to question him, immediately had his eyes gleaming. He was not even afraid that the sleeping snake would wake up and ran directly into the dungeon.
He raised and lowered his hands on the big snake, as if to detect this rare blood curse patient.
"I guess that this blood-cursed orc has been transformed, but it seems that her soul still has some preservation. We can try to start from here."
John took a sip of the rich, sweet hot chocolate that the house elf handed over respectfully.
He might not have liked the cloyingly sweet taste before, but now he drank it in large gulps.
After drinking the hot chocolate, John's pale complexion finally improved.
"Why does this big snake keep sleeping?" Damo Alex noticed something was wrong with the big snake. He was making such a big movement that he didn't even want to wake up.
John drank the rich and sweet chocolate quickly and pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Oh, I used a method similar to a sleeping spell. I'll probably sleep for a few months."
Hearing this, Damo Alex asked curiously: "How many months?"
John coughed twice and said with some embarrassment: "About two or three months."
"You must have cast the sleeping spell on it dozens of times." Damo Alex was shocked.
If the sleeping spell is cast dozens of times, even a fire dragon will sleep forever.
It was also the first time for John to use black unicorn powder, so it was normal for him to be unable to control the dosage.
He said confidently: "This is just right. It allows us to test it well."
Damo Alex agreed when he heard that this big snake would not be a good baby in terms of size. It might be easier to test after being comatose.
Seeing that he was convinced, John was relieved.
At this moment, a silver thread floated in front of John's eyes, and he was slightly startled. The thread was connected to the snake's body.
Reaching out to touch it, the sad and gentle voice sounded again.
"Save me, end my pain."
The sad voice seemed desperate.
John pondered for a moment and tried to respond: "I'm working hard."
His voice was transmitted into the snake's body through the silver thread, and the owner of the voice seemed to hear it.
There was a tremor of disbelief in her voice, "Can you hear me?"
"Yes, so please don't give up, I'm working hard to free you from the curse."
John's voice became softer. It seemed that the voice was able to come out because the big snake was asleep.
Every bloodcursed orc is a tragedy, a fate destined for the poor man even through no fault of his own.
John said solemnly: "Believe me."
The three words spoken by a young voice made people involuntarily trust him.
Nagini's shattered soul sprouted a power, and she spoke again.
"Who are you?"
"John Wick."
As the words fell, the silver thread in his hand shattered and floated towards the big snake. Their conversation ended.
John stared blankly at the silver light floating in his hand, like a broken soul.
Dreamy, poignant.
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Chapter 110 The road to redemption and the countdown to the start of school
[Ding, trigger the mission, road to redemption, get reward: any point +1, blessing the soul walker]
The system triggered a redemption mission to break the blood curse.
This made John even more interested in this matter.
August 21st.
"Add some fire ash snake eggs to test the blood magic potion this time."
Although I knew it would be difficult to break an ancient curse, I didn't expect it to be so difficult.
John tossed his coat carelessly to the house elf, and Alex drank the pick-me-up, the smoke coming out of his ears turning black.
The two men took the improved blood demon potion and gave it to the sleeping snake to drink. In their expectant gazes, the snake showed no change.
"Failed again."
Damo Alex sat down tiredly, all the etiquette and grace he used to pay attention to were gone.
After scratching his remaining hair, he took out his quill and scratched out the recipe on the parchment.
John took a big gulp of the rich, sweet chocolate and said with visible fatigue on his face: "Compared to the changes in the body, the patient's soul has also been eroded."
"Start with the soul, John. The soul is a taboo."
Hearing John's guess, Damo Alex raised his head and looked directly at John, and said with seriousness and seriousness: "Throughout the ages, those crazy dark wizards have been pursuing the study of the soul. These are all It’s extremely evil, and none of them have a good ending.”
"I know, Damo Alex, you should know, this is not going to be easy."
John rubbed his brows tiredly and said calmly: "I have always believed that there is no evil magic, only evil wizards."
"I don't want you to go astray. We are partners and friends."
Damo Alex stood up reluctantly. His already thin body was now even more thin, as if there were bones connected under a layer of skin.
He took off the key on the wall, and the barrier appeared again in the dungeon.
John walked out of the dungeon, it was sunset outside, and the day passed like this.
"I don't think I can accompany you anymore, my friend."
It was almost time for school to start, and John didn't buy anything except the books sent by Hagrid.
These days, he can see silver threads every few days, and only he sees it.
He asked Damo Alex, who said there was nothing, and even tried to touch it, but the silver light just passed through his palm.
This made Damo Alex wonder if John was lying to him.
"It seems that only those who have learned ancient magic can see it."
John fell into deep thought. He communicated with the soul inside the big snake and knew her name.
"What a vicious curse. It changes the body, changes the race, and consumes the soul."
He felt shuddering. The person who invented this curse was both genius and evil.
It was like he was in a game of chess, facing an ancient existence. It was extremely difficult for him to defeat this unsolvable curse.
"Nagini won't last long, I should give her something to strengthen her soul."
Nagini's soul is becoming more and more broken, and John is not sure whether she can survive this year. He needs something that can heal her soul.
When it comes to souls, John thinks of unicorn horns, perhaps unicorns that can also unleash powerful curses, that could help.
"Try it."
With a deep sigh, John became more and more familiar with Nagini.
He knew Nagini's life experience, this was a poor person.
The blood curse was inherited from her mother, who grew up in a circus.
After leaving Belby Manor, John went back to take a deep sleep.
Even if two hours of sleep were enough, John mentally chose to stay in bed for a while.
When he woke up the next day, he rarely slept until noon.
I habitually picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet, which said that Sirius was still on the run.
