Although this is not the first time Blelim has entered the pensieve space.
But when Longirsu pulled him into the pensieve space, Blelimhai couldn't help but exclaimed.
Blilim felt as if he had traveled to a parallel world.
The entire space was filled with a delicate and dark atmosphere, as if even the air had become heavy and tough.
Everything around him became dim, there was no moon, no sun, only a faint light, as if illuminated by a fire that stopped somewhere in ancient times.
Blelim looked ahead and saw a tall house enveloping them, with a dazzling golden light emitting from the tall windows, exuding a mysterious and weird aura.
This room was not very big, but it seemed extremely crowded. The place where they settled was filled with all kinds of manuscript papers, bottles and cans, and magic reagents.
But there was an open space in the center of the room. Several white candles were placed on the open space. A magic ritual array composed of black lines was drawn on the ground. In the center of the ritual magic array, there were a strand of hair and a few Drops of dried blood.
But before Blilim could see clearly what kind of ritual formation it was.
The surrounding manuscript papers moved automatically without any wind, and were all spread on the candles.
With so many factors added together, there would be no point in pretending to be deaf and dumb.
Bad things like curses are far away from me, just like the introduction in the book.
"You don't have your own methods." Tiera said clearly, "You are one of the few divine creatures in this world, right?"
"Curse...curse?" Voldemort's voice trembled with fear, "Yes, yes, yes...who cursed it?"
Tiera looked at Voldemort without mercy and with a wicked smile.
Blelim was pulled out of the memory space. "F-F...Chang Zhuli!?" Voldemort almost screamed, "I, I, why, why did I put a curse on you?"
"Although there is no evidence, but it was by accident... It should be Chang Zhuli. Of course, my name is also Tom Widel." Tiera said.
Blilim, who didn't react, stood in front of the pensieve blankly.
"Of course." Tiera said calmly, "Because it was simply his dream, but a curse parasitic in his spiritual dimension."
"You...how do you know?" Voldemort asked in shock.
"Do you think he has the habit of sleepwalking?" Tiera asked.
"Yes! Absolutely no!" Chang Zhulim admitted in a dignified manner, "You are so honest when sleeping! You fall asleep as soon as you lie down!"
"You...your dream is like that..." Voldemort said blankly.
Voldemort was so frightened that he almost cried.
That's why Tiera went back to find the big ghost head.
"ah--!"
"But before he woke up recently, he always had various bruises on his hands, right?" Tiera asked again.
In an instant, the entire memory turned into a sea of fire.
——I didn’t tell anyone about that.
——Do I know where I should start from, whether the entire Hogwarts has any secrets about Longirsu, or whether the devil represented by the cross I carry on my chest is actually pointing directly at myself. Or is he always controlling and guiding Brili's movements through the fragments of Brili's soul outside his belly.
