Sirius Black's escape from prison has made the Ministry of Magic anxious and made many wizarding families feel frightened and uneasy. However, no matter what, the start date of Hogwarts, which has almost been regarded as an annual 'event' in the wizarding world, has not changed.
Diagon Alley has gradually returned to its former bustle. Even Amosta, who has rarely left his room since mid-to-late August, can tell from the noise coming from outside the open window sash.
Hedwig's cage was still hanging on the window grille, but the cage was empty. This snow-white and clever owl, like its owner, ran out for a walk.
Amosta stared quietly at a frog in the cage that Hedwig had caught as a snack. After his thoughts became clearer, he lowered his head and looked at several tattered research manuscripts spread out on the desk.
This pile of manuscripts was bought by Amosta from the trading market in the underground world last time. According to the boss who sold it, these are the research manuscripts left by the despicable Herbo, the originator of the dark wizard in ancient Greece. This pile of manuscripts Amosta didn't care whether it was left behind by Haierbo, but the content left on it was indeed worthy of the dozens of gold galleons he spent.
"--Engraving a curse or a certain magic into the soul of a living creature. As long as the race is not extinct, this race will be cursed forever...hiss, terrible magic."
Amosta squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
In his reflection, there seemed to be a lost curse that had a similar effect - the blood curse.
The blood curse will cause the cursed person to transform into human and snake forms. It sounds magical, but in fact it is very cruel, because this curse will continue to 'pollute' the magic power in the blood of the cursed person, and As the magic power in your body becomes stronger, the rate of contamination will gradually increase. Until the day you are completely unable to resist, you will lose your human posture and memory forever.
The most despairing thing about this curse is that it will spread like a virus through blood ties. That is to say, once a wizard is infected, your descendants will suffer from this desperate pain for generations to come. Until one day the family died.
Compared to the three unforgivable curses, Amosta believed that this blood curse was much more terrifying.
When he was studying at Hogwarts, Amosta read an introduction to the Blood Curse from a book called "Poisonous Magic" in the restricted area. The book also mentioned a Horcrux. There are also words left in the book. These two spells were invented by the ancient Greek wizard Herbo.
The pile of rotten pages in front of me recorded some experimental records and incomplete theoretical basis during the creation of this curse.
Amosta has been studying this manuscript for a while, and based on the incomplete information on the manuscript paper, he is trying to deduce the theoretical configuration of magic, and then obtain the corresponding spells and spell-casting postures from the complex configuration of the spells.
It was clearly a clear day and the sky was clear, but following the mysterious trajectory of the tip of Amosta's staff, the room with the wide-open windows gradually fell into darkness, as if a gauze-like shadow seeped out from the void, covering the room. light within.
The ominous atmosphere gradually filling the air made the frog in Hedwig's cage become uneasy. It raised its legs and lay on the iron cage, making a noisy chirp.
Amosta stared at the frog in the cage. Unknowingly, the illusion magic covering his eyes had been broken by the continuous outflow of magic power. Those eyes like pure purple gems revealed heart-stopping evil thoughts, and he could not move. The frog floated uncontrollably, even if it only had a shallow self-awareness, its two bulging eyeballs already showed clear fear, as if it knew that it was about to die.
The green color on the frog's skin gradually turned gray in the twisted space that enveloped its body, and melted and dripped like liquid wax, disappearing completely.
In the space where the frog originally stood, a vague outline of a frog emitting a faint white light appeared, looking like a ghost.
"soul..."
Against the background of the powerful and evil magic power, Amosta's handsome face revealed indescribable majesty. He moved the wand slowly and gently, and wisps of lingering black air spurted out from the tip of the wand. .
When the twisting, life-like black energy appeared in the room, the slightly dark air in the room began to vibrate slightly. If it weren't for some defensive spells arranged by Amosta in advance, I'm afraid the entire Everyone in the Leaky Cauldron will be affected to a certain extent!
As the frog soul closest to the black energy, it was undoubtedly the most affected. When the white outline faced the black energy, its trembling frequency almost left an afterimage in the air.
Seeing this situation, Amosta's movements became even gentler. The hand holding the staff was as gentle as stroking the cheek of his lover... Oh, no, he doesn't have a lover... It was as if he was stroking the golden ground. Long.
Under his control, the black energy that twists like a snake gradually reaches its tentacles like a white soul, slowly and steadily...
boom!
A dull roar appeared in the room, and the oncoming breeze carried countless dreamlike light spots like fireflies, causing Amosta to subconsciously squint his eyes.
Failed...
Amosta waved his hand to scatter the scattered frog soul light spots, and enlightenment flashed through his heart, but his expression did not show any disappointment.
This is the case with experimental research and the reverse derivation of magic spells. Failure is normal and success is accidental. As long as a perfect way can be found, nothing is gained.
Amosta waved his wand to clear away the pool of pus in Hedwig's cage. Then he leaned back in his chair and picked up the difficult-to-identify manuscript and began to study it. From time to time, he flipped through the runes to explain the magic words. , confirm whether there are any translation errors.
In the corner of the desk is a stack of brand-new parchment filled with calculations. This is the process of Amosta's complete derivation of the spell configuration during this period. After the manuscript did not give him any more enlightenment, Amosta's hand I touched my scratch paper again and checked the derivation process myself, but... I also found no problem.
This is strange!
Amosta closed his eyes and thought in his mind.
According to the contents recorded on the stack of manuscripts he found, if the magic is successfully cast, he will get a cursed frog soul, and this soul is a curse seed. Whoever he wants to curse one day will Sometimes, there will be another spell that forcibly embeds this curse into the soul of the cursed person.
In this way, if the curse is successfully cast, the cursed person and his descendants will face torture worse than death, and will turn into a frog before the age of thirty at most.
During the creation process of this curse, the creator never thought about solving the curse. Therefore, unless reproduction is interrupted, the pain will be passed down from generation to generation.
Why did it fail...
Amosta was still thinking about this issue, but the sudden footsteps in the corridor interrupted his thinking process. Before the visitor knocked on the door, Amosta had eliminated all the 'criminal evidence' and stood up. At this time, he brushed his eyes with his palms and 'restored' the color of his own eyes.
I need a quiet place without interruption for my experiments...
As he walked towards the wooden door, Amosta suddenly remembered the magical room on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle. It was really a good place for experimental research...
Reading Pavilion
