A pure white laboratory with a black table. Below the white quill is a black ink bottle. Under the inkwell, black words were written on a piece of white paper.
Those black words made Luke's eyes go dark for a while.
"What does it mean?"
Luke couldn't help but asked in surprise.
what's going on?
Who left this behind? Why does he know my name? Is the guy behind me lying to me? still……
"prophecy?"
Luke whispered, not knowing whether he was telling others or himself.
Slytherin's ghost could hear clearly behind him, but he had no mind to think about it now.
Looking at the table that had never appeared in front of him, his face almost turned into a piece of pig iron. After all, the cold look on his face could not hide the pain in his heart. He took two steps back almost uncontrollably, then sat on the stool on the test bench, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes in pain. He had considerable doubts about the value of his own existence.
But in hundreds of years of waiting, no valuable memory could appear before his eyes. This made him feel a little sad again in his heart.
"Why have I lived for these hundreds of years?"
He asked in a low voice, but no one could answer him.
Logically speaking, Luke should calm down this separated soul now, because once he loses control, no one knows what will happen. He has a body copied from Slytherin. He also has some memories of Slytherin. This is definitely not a completely harmless guy that Luke can manipulate as he pleases.
But Luke doesn’t have the energy either. The split soul was shocked, and so was he. Although I have seen it in the illusion, my existence is to fulfill a certain prophecy of the Gaunt family. But because his parents passed away early, he didn't remember such a thing.
I just thought that I had seen too many things about prophecies before, so I had such an impression in my heart. That's why you see this when you see an illusion. But now it seems...this may not be groundless.
Of course, the premise is that the person across the table in front of him is really Slytherin.
Luke looked at the table carefully, and then suddenly felt a huge wave of emotions coming from behind, so he simply pressed his hand down gently.
Sitting on the chair, the anger, resentment, dissatisfaction, and confusion in his heart burst out at the same time. Slytherin's ghost suddenly found that he could calm down.
Questions and doubts still echoed in his mind. But there were no other emotions mixed in with it.
"This is..." He was not stupid, he raised his head and looked at Luke. However, Luke did not look back at him. Instead, under his gaze, he sat on the chair with a heavy face. He reached out and picked up the quill. After taking a deep breath, he wrote in elegant writing: solved his own doubts.
"The prophecy was left by Slytherin?"
Although he felt dissatisfied, he also used emotional control to suppress his negative emotions. He must stay calm now.
With a little caution, Luke wrote down this question. It's a normal conversation. At the same time, while Luke was writing, he moved his fingers slightly to put a protection on his soul.
The other party seemed to see through such words easily.
"A small trick, but quite clever. This is not a prophecy left by me, this is a prophecy I heard from another person."
With this line of words, one letter after another appeared on the paper, falling below the position where Luke had written before. Luke really wanted to say a word.
grass!
What the hell? ! Really alive? !
Luke's expression was almost unbearable. No...what happened? Slytherin is still alive, but what about the others? Are the others still alive?
They don't have the Philosopher's Stone, so have they all developed ways to live forever? Or maybe they all used Slytherin's trick. After all, Slytherin's immortality seems to be not only the research of his own bloodline, but also the soul magic that Hufflepuff is good at, and the memory magic that Ravenclaw is good at.
As for Gryffindor...Luke doesn't know what magic he's good at yet. Emotional magic? This is really hard to say. After all, what Slytherin is best at has little to do with his own natural abilities.
"Are the other three still alive besides you?"
"It seems that you are very concerned about the status of other people. But unfortunately, I don't know. I have lost contact with them since I left Hogwarts. All I can tell you is that in this way, I told them Three people. Of course, I also believe that if they have not developed their own method, they will disdain to use my method."
"Is it because it's bad?"
"It's because it's not their own way."
Luke looked at the last sentence and fell silent for a moment. This is eternal life. Because it is not your own method of eternal life, why do you choose not to use it? What a pride.
"So, I don't know if they are still alive. After all, this method is not easy to study. I am already using a trick."
Such words appeared on the paper again. After Luke thought for a moment, he wrote: "Ms. Ravenclaw, she died of a serious illness, didn't she?"
"It's possible, but I don't know the specific situation. Luo Yinna really doesn't have much interest in immortality. After reaching our level, her favorite research is resurrection from the dead."
Damn it! Are all the research contents of your Big Four so earth-shattering?
One has eternal life, the other has been resurrected from the dead... You won't both achieve anything, right?
Moreover, this won’t be the legacy you leave behind, right? Students can't keep this kind of thing even if they get it.
Of course, speaking of it, the risk of these two studies together is not as high as the risk of the study on the separated soul outside. In fact, Luke is already considering whether to kill the ghost outside and completely block this research.
To put it more grandly, this is a study on the wizarding secrecy law and pose a strong threat to the security of the wizarding world. To put it more selfishly, if this thing is really released, Luke will have to spend a lot of effort.
Shuffle pure blood and return to glory?
It’s almost like shuffling the entire wizarding world!
"So in her inheritance..."
"Forget it."
This time, before Luke finished writing, he was interrupted by the sentences that appeared on the paper.
"My technology is definitely not here. And such technology has no meaning for you students. It will also harm you."
Luke looked at Slytherin's words and did not write immediately. Because Slytherin was right.
This is a good thing.
"Okay, I have limited energy here. If you want to know more, then come to me."
Seeing this sentence, Luke didn't show it on his face, but he was a little anxious in his heart.
"Wait a minute, tell me first, what's going on with that prophecy? Did you mess up my talent?"
"Haha! I was still thinking about how calm you are. I finally asked these two questions. But unfortunately, I can't tell you the first question. If you are interested, just go and look up the past thousands of years ago. Well. As for the latter... the result of a research. Your family is the result of this research. Of course, you have my blood in your body, there is no doubt about it."
It just stopped.
Luke looked at the sentence that was only half-appeared and had no following, and for a moment he wanted to curse.
What are you doing? What the hell? !
After sitting quietly for ten minutes and writing a few more sentences but getting no response, Luke took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair.
He came to receive the inheritance, not to receive the mental shock.
Is the one on the opposite side Slytherin or Mewtwo? He felt like his brain was going to explode now.
The amount of information is simply too great.
"And...if you don't say anything, everything here will belong to me!"
Luke said with gritted teeth after a long silence.
Of course, when he turned his head and looked at the confused Slytherin ghost, he truly felt that the so-called inheritance here was also a complete mess.
Not to mention whether he will study these things, as a future warmonger, he hopes for a reasonable, orderly, and controlled intensity battle. Rather than a war involving all mankind.
If the research on this split soul had just begun or had no results, he wouldn't have such a headache. But judging from the information he had seen before, this research is probably quite complete in theory.
Release this divided soul. If you don't control it well, the world will be in chaos.
Watching the Wizarding War break out, he couldn't do it. War is unavoidable, so it is up to him to control the war, so that he can best preserve the people he cherishes in his heart.
And now, the wand in Luke's hand has begun to flash. He is very confused now, but he doesn't know if anyone is as confused as him.
"what you up to?"
Slytherin's ghost looked at Luke with an untroubled expression. In fact, he should be disappointed. After all, in the conversation between the two people just now, he was not even mentioned in a word. It was obvious that neither Luke nor the body cared much about him.
The main body should not care about his life or death. And Luke... Judging from the argument between the two people just now, Luke himself was Slytherin at the beginning, so he still had reservations about himself. So after knowing that he was not Slytherin's true form, would he still be tolerant of himself?
Or... take this opportunity to kill this so-called scourge?
The ghost watched silently, waiting for Luke's reaction. If Luke chooses to take action, he won't sit back and wait for death.
In the huge laboratory, the only sound left was the breathing of two people. On the tip of the wand in Luke's hand, a green light spot appeared and flickered. It's very similar to Luke's struggling state of mind.
"You want to kill me?"
Slytherin's ghost finally spoke first.
"I can tell you, I will not sit still and wait for death. If you want to take action, then let's not delay."
As he spoke, he stood up. Although he didn't have a wand in his hand, when he waved his fingers, he still aroused fluctuations in magic power. His eyes were very calm, so calm that it was abnormal.
"I know that my current state is not right. This must be your ability. But it's okay. After all, I inherited the magic power of the original body at the time. Although I don't have all the memories, there are also a lot of memories about the battle. If not If I impose any restrictions, I’m definitely bullying you.”
He wanted to laugh, but what came out was a smiley expression, which even made him a little dissatisfied.
So he simply stopped laughing. A smile without emotion is not a smile at all, and its effect is relatively simple. It is often a threat.
But Luke did not answer his question immediately. After a long silence, he shook his head silently: "I won't fight you. But I won't let you leave this place either."
"Even if you let me leave, I can't leave. The flaw of the split soul is natural, and I haven't figured out any way to make up for it so far. Although it is said to be a split soul, the main body must have cut someone off when it cut me off. Some talents in research have been retained.”
Fenhun had a look of regret on his face, and seemed a little unwilling to do so. But Luke couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly. There is no emotion, but he made such an action. It can only be said that he still has not given up on acting.
"That's it, I'll leave first."
Luke shook his head, not too persistently. The split soul was not aggressive, and pointed to the door not far away: "Just walk out, and your consciousness will return to your body."
Luke nodded and walked towards the door not far away. During this period, he never relaxed his suppression of the soul-splitting emotions, and even continued to improve.
The divided soul can clearly feel that his emotions are wearing away bit by bit. But after a threshold is reached, there is no further progress. He didn't know if Luke had reached his limit or if he really had no intention of killing him now.
With a click, the door opened, and a dazzling white light appeared in front of Luke's eyes again. He closed his eyes subconsciously and stretched out his hand to block his eyes. But it doesn't seem to have any effect. The white light was still blinding, making him dizzy.
Seeing Luke disappearing in front of his eyes, and his emotions recovering bit by bit, the divided soul still became more vigilant. He guessed that since Luke's ability could suppress his emotions, he could make his emotions explode in an instant.
The impact of emotional outbursts on people is multi-faceted. Of course, generally speaking, whether it is great joy or great sadness, the negative impact is greater than the positive.
On the other side, Luke opened his eyes again, looked at the familiar secret room in front of him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"you're awake?"
