Just like a hell flower blooming in the human world, the turbulent flames continue to sprinkle water-like flames around. The petals of this soul texture seem to be just illusion, but they have extremely strong corrosive power. When they touch the table and the floor, , the tabletop and floor where it landed seemed to have experienced many springs, summers, autumns, and winters in an instant. The deep color gradually turned gray, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into gray!
Success!
Amosta pursed his lips and almost cheered. He had not been so happy for overcoming the difficulty of developing a magic spell in a long time.
The dim light shrouded the room, making Amosta's handsome face look a bit evil. He stared at the flexible flames quietly, admiring his 'proud work', but this was outside the door. Suddenly there was a strange thumping sound, and Amosta looked at it, only once, with a slight frown between his brows.
It was Kreacher, who had been obeying the order to guard the door for him. However, his old body could no longer withstand the magic power escaping in the room, and he fainted directly in the corridor outside.
Amosta suddenly came back to his senses. He had been focusing on the blood curse and did not realize that the experiment had had a bad impact on the surrounding areas. Most of the entire Black old house was covered with a layer of light blue frost, and many walls Hanging above, the portraits of the Black family ancestors were all frozen in their respective frames, and they could only express their anger with their eyes.
The Muggles living in rooms 11 and 13 of Grimmauld Place also felt something was wrong. The bright red sunset was still spreading in the sky, and the sky above was clear, but it was too cold to stay in the room.
Amosta's eyebrows furrowed deeper, and he realized that now was not the time to rejoice in his achievements.
The Irish leprechaun on one side woke up once during this period, but after taking a bite from the poisonous snake that bound it, it fainted again with a blue face.
Amosta controlled the soul of the evil bird and slowly floated above its head. After taking a deep breath, the wand suddenly pressed down, and the flames burned his body!
In an instant, a howl of pain as if it was being torn apart resounded throughout the old house. The Irish leprechaun who woke up roared horribly, which was sharper than the one downstairs that saw the Mudblood desecrating the family mansion. Mrs. Gar Black went even further.
The Irish leprechaun, which is not much bigger than the goblin, is covered with ferocious magic lines all over its body. These dark lines with some blood-like brilliance seem to be alive. They desperately squeeze into the body of the little leprechaun and devour them cruelly. The life and soul of the leprechaun.
This is the most vicious curse. If this Irish leprechaun had not died here and left behind descendants, then its descendants would still be unable to get rid of the curse planted by Amosta after thousands of years!
The erosion of the curse took effect very quickly. After only two minutes, the Irish leprechaun's body had already undergone tremendous changes.
Like a ball of soft plasticine, the leprechaun's body became extremely plastic. The protruding facial features quickly collapsed, the short fingers became slender and sharp, and the feet retracted with a whoosh. Body.
Colorful feathers sprouted up like mushrooms after a rain. On the back, the wing bones were bloodyly poking through the skin and stretching out. Nerves, blood vessels, and flesh covered the exposed wing bones like mold, and quickly took shape.
The Irish leprechaun's painful wails gradually changed. It could no longer curse Amosta, because it had lost the ability to speak. It could only stare at him with unforgettable hatred!
Ga!
When a very recognizable cry with magical power that confuses the soul resounded through the room, the cruel transformation came to an end.
Not Transfiguration; not Polyjuice Potion; not Animagus. A living Irish leprechaun transformed into another unrelated magical animal right in front of Amosta!
"It's amazing. It's a genius!"
It has been more than ten years since he came into contact with the magic world. Amosta, who has step by step from a magic apprentice who knows nothing to the current position of "arrogant among the wizards", still can't help but sigh.
Although he was able to repair the Blood Curse with only some experimental records and remaining spell configurations, which was already a sufficiently talented performance, he had to compete with the legendary ancient inventor of the Blood Curse and the Horcrux. Compared with the Greek wizard of the era 'Herbo the Despicable', it still pales in comparison!
Even Muggles know that if the type of blood and organ do not match, forced transplantation will only lead to death. However, the magic of Blood Curse can completely embed a unique soul into the soul of another species. Such a method Even from the perspective of a wizard with magical powers, it is 'unscientific'!
With his eyes following the Irish leprechaun who was running around in panic, completely confused as to what was happening to him, Amosta showed a cheerful smile on his lips.
Horcruxes use killing as a knife to cut one's own soul and store it on objects. As long as the soul fragments are not destroyed, the original owner's soul can always survive.
The split soul can only return to the main soul under one condition, and that is - piously and sincerely repent for what you have done. Only in this way can you win a chance for the perfection of your soul. However, when the souls merge, It is far beyond the pain of physical torture. This kind of pain can even directly take the life of the original owner.
The blood curse can 'glue' different souls together.
Amosta silently took out a glass bottle from his arms. The bottle contained a milky white halo. Its texture and radiance were very similar to the soul of the evil bird just now.
Holding the bottom of the bottle, Amosta slowly turned it in his palm, his secretive expression making people feel intimidated.
What's in the bottle is the fragment of Voldemort's soul!
Not the locket, nor the diadem of Ravenclaw, but the first Horcrux created by Tom Riddle, the fragment of soul hidden in the black notebook
It seems inaccurate to use soul fragments to describe it, because at that time in Slytherin's chamber of secrets, the soul in the notebook had been dismembered by Amosta. What is now in this bottle is 'purified' The origin of his soul is the human emotions and desires abandoned by Voldemort!
The memory that was stripped away by him and later retrieved from Draco's dormitory after meeting Harry told Amosta that what he had in his hand would be the key to killing Voldemort.
When Amosta walked out of his contemplation and stuffed the glass bottle back into the storage bag, the 'evil bird' had returned to the state of a little leprechaun. This little Irish leprechaun was curled up in the corner, helpless. He stared at Amosta in help and horror. It was so frightened that even its eyes of hatred disappeared.
The Blood Curse is not a one-time permanent transformation. At the beginning, it is a phased transformation with no rules. As time goes by, the frequency of forced transformation becomes higher and higher, until in the end, the soul can no longer be absorbed. By transforming the pure magic power in the space, all your own power will be infected. As an intelligent creature, your intelligence will be blinded and you will be permanently transformed into a beast.
And if you leave behind descendants during this process, then the power of the blood curse will be bridged by blood ties, and the infected descendants will inherit your tragic fate.
In Amosta's view, curses such as the Killing Curse, the Soul-Impering Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, or the Fiery Fire were far from comparable to the Blood Curse in terms of sheer cruelty.
Amosta shot out a red light from his fingertips and knocked the Irish leprechaun unconscious. This little thing cost him a full two thousand gold coins. It was such a waste to simply 'destroy' it. Although he had initially mastered the blood Magic spell, but there are still some very important extension experiments that require the cooperation of this little guy.
Amosta spent a few days living a 'happy' life in Black's old house. It was very secluded and no one would disturb his extremely evil magic experiments. Kreacher would not reveal his information. He had this old dog on him. The house elves respected Amosta even more because of the evil magic that was leaked from the laboratory.
Among the descendants of pure-blood wizarding families, who doesn’t know how to use black magic at the bottom of the box? Only the weirdo, Master Sirius, disdains the great black magic.
Beautiful days are always very short. A letter from the Wizengamot, forwarded by Dumbledore, ended his pleasant 'holiday life'.
(End of chapter)
