Time is a magical thing, it passes by inadvertently, but sometimes it can be very long.
After John stayed for three days, he couldn't sit still.
These days, he always wanted to go over and put a fire or crushing spell on the cabin. It was as if something was drilled into his mind, constantly asking him to go in and cast a spell.
"This is really annoying."
Pouring his lips in displeasure, John had no choice but to numb himself by studying.
Taking out the rune book, he used a disembodiment spell on himself from time to time.
Finally on the sixth day, he saw the big snake coming out.
Eyes fixed on the big snake, the big snake left the cabin.
"This distance is not enough."
After estimating the distance, John needed to launch the attack within ten steps of the big snake.
And stay away from the cabin to avoid triggering the rebound spell inside.
He tapped the tree trunk with his wand, and a supersensory spell surrounded him for a hundred meters.
No disturbance could escape his eyes, and he waited quietly for the big snake to leave the confines of the cabin.
Chaos-colored particles were left behind wherever the big snake passed by. These particles did not exist for a long time and were mostly inside the big snake's body.
"Misty."
Opening his right hand, John puffed up his mouth and blew out a strong breath.
A burst of mist, like a hazy mist after rain, rises quietly in the forest. This is fog magic.
John was hiding in the fog, and the super-sense spell allowed him to clearly know the direction of the big snake even if he lost his vision.
He started flying and followed the big snake silently.
Even in the mist, the snake was still very familiar with the road he had walked hundreds of times.
It killed a stray rabbit and swallowed it with all the hair.
"It's so cruel and has nothing to do with that voice."
Seeing the ferocious appearance of the big snake was completely different from the delicate and pitiful voice.
Continue to follow and arrive at the three-forked tree where you first came. The big snake eats small animals along the way. Even the red hat will not refuse any comer.
From time to time there was a hissing sound, but unfortunately John didn't have Parseltongue and couldn't understand it at all.
"This place is almost done."
Calculate the distance. Even if Voldemort discovered this distance and rushed over, he wouldn't be that fast.
He silently took out the anti-curse gloves from his small bag and put them on, then took out a bottle of black powder.
This powder, it seems, was given by Quirrell when he wanted to completely become a Death Eater and sawed off the unicorn's horn.
As pure unicorns, once they are persecuted, they will erupt into a powerful curse and enter their entire body.
Drinking the blood of a unicorn can save your breath, and the horn of a unicorn can put everything into sleep.
Carefully falling down on the big snake, he controlled the wind magic to send the powder to the big snake.
The black powder is inconspicuous. If it were not for the blessing of insight, the powder would not be visible.
As the wind magic touched the big snake, the monstrous Voldemort in the cabin suddenly opened his eyes.
"Someone found Nagini."
"No!!!"
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.
...
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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