Science and magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 67
"Resurrect...and control Voldemort?"

What Kyle said was an understatement, but he managed to break the defense of all Blacks.

Sirius exhausted all his life's skills to control himself not to scold his mother, and repeated Kyle's request with a toothache expression.

Kyle had expected their reaction, and replied with slightly curled lips: "Yes, why, can't it be done?"

"I can do you big-headed ghost!"

Sirius didn't say this, but Kyle could guess what the Blacks were thinking with his toes.

"Kyle... Is your goal a bit too high?"

"Although Black is not afraid of Voldemort, it's only because Voldemort can't do anything to us as long as we hide in the old house. Do you have any misunderstanding about Black's strength?"

Although Sirius' words were very tactful, Kyle understood that he was talking about whether Kyle is out of his mind!

The attitude of the Blacks clearly told Kyle that this was impossible, but Kyle didn't take it to heart.

"Everyone, standing here is the top spell master, potion master, and alchemist in the history of the magic world.
At the same time, there are the best magic ritual experts, curse experts, and contract experts. "

"And what you have to deal with is just a soul fragment locked in a pendant box, isn't it difficult?"

"There is no resurrected Horcrux, just a lamb who can't move, can't cast magic, and let you do whatever you want. Does even this scare the Blacks?"

Kyle looked at the Blacks playfully, but the mature portraits of this group of people don't like this.

A Black glanced at Kyle with disdain: "Kyle, don't play aggressive tactics in front of us, your technique is too immature."

"You underestimate Voldemort's means too much. We may find a way to resurrect the Horcrux, but it is almost impossible to control him!"

Black's words did not make Kyle flinch, but continued:

"Maybe my words didn't express clearly. I didn't want to resurrect him first, and then use the Imperius Curse to control him. This way is self-destruction."

"My plan is to control him first, and then resurrect him!"

"A scarred soul fragment is certainly ten thousand times easier to deal with than a resurrected Voldemort."

"Whether it is the Imperius Curse, the master-slave contract, the master-recognition ceremony, or the restraint ceremony, it is impossible to use it on the resurrected Voldemort, but what about this soul fragment?"

"Using memory magic to plant the thought of surrendering to me into his brain,
Use the magic circle to imprint the mark of the slave on the fragments,
There are also means for taming and controlling magical creatures,
Even, the way wizards made house elves back then. "

"Gentlemen, this is just a soul fragment that cannot resist. I believe you can research 100 ways to control him and make him surrender."

Kyle's words were like the whispers of the devil, tempting the Blacks to imagine which magics and which rituals could be used?
Yes, what Kyle said is right, although Voldemort cast countless powerful black magic on the locket, it is not unbreakable.

And after these protection methods are cracked, Voldemort's soul fragment is just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Imagine if you could use Voldemort's seven soul fragments to make seven house-elves to pass on,
So how powerful will the background of the Black family become?

The prospect Kyle painted for the Blacks forced the group of portraits to take Kyle's proposal seriously.

In the end, the portraits succumbed, unable to resist the temptation of the seven Voldemort house-elves, and agreed to Kyle's request.

Kreacher was the only one who seemed frustrated the whole time, as if worried that the new Voldemort elf would take his job.

One Voldemort sweeps the floor, one Voldemort mops the floor, one Voldemort cleans the house, one Voldemort prepares lunch, one Voldemort does the laundry, one Voldemort mows the lawn, and one Voldemort overseers.

And Kreacher couldn't fight or rob, so he could only stand helplessly watching Voldemorts steal his master's favor.

Just thinking about this scene made Kreacher utterly devastated!

The cruel future filled Kreacher's eyes with tears, and he stood aside and sobbed softly.

Kreacher's appearance made Kyle extremely headache.

The ability and loyalty of house-elves make them powerful arms of wizarding families.

But this nervousness... really made Kyle unable to complain...

Etiquette was so deeply embedded that the Blacks refrained from immediately discussing Voldemort's elves...or the house Voldemort.

All stood behind Mrs. Black, watching Kyle.

"Kreacher, remember everything I told you."

"Remember, young master, first take the young master to the surroundings of the cave, and accompany the young master to observe the blood-sucking magic circle after confirming safety."

"Then take the young master into the cave and place...place the frontier base!
Once the young master sends out the signal, Kreacher will immediately take the young master back to the old house! "

Kreacher, whose name was called, tried his best to puff up his chest, repeating Kyle's request.

Although Kreacher didn't quite understand the Muggle term Frontier Base, he still managed to remember it.

"Okay." Kyle snapped his fingers: "Then Kreacher, let's go. Everyone, wait for my good news."

Hearing this, Kreacher put his hand on Kyle's arm.

Kyle felt himself spin, as if squeezed into a thick rubber tube.

He couldn't breathe, and every part of his body was squeezed, almost beyond the limit of his endurance.

Then, just when he thought he was suffocating, the invisible tube burst open.

He stood in the cool darkness, breathing in big gulps of the fresh, salty air.

Although he knew that being apparated by someone was not a good experience, Kyle still underestimated its horror.

From where they stood they could smell the sea and hear the crash of the waves.

Kyle looked out at the moonlit sea and starry night sky in the distance, a chilly breeze ruffling his hair.

They stood among the tall black rocks outcropping, and the waves rolled and foamed beneath his feet.

Turning his head and looking back, there was a cliff standing behind him, the steep rock wall fell straight down, and it was so dark that he couldn't see his face clearly.

There were also several large rocks, such as the one they were standing on, that seemed to have broken off the face of the cliff at some point in the past.

The surroundings are bare and desolate, except for the vast sea and rocks, there is no tree, no grass and sand.

"Little master, what do you think?" Kreacher asked with concern.

"I'm fine," Kyle replied, but panting loudly.

"Little master, there is still a distance from the cave. We have to enter the sea and pass through a channel before we can reach the cave."

Kyle looked at the pitch-black sea and shook his head helplessly:

"This guy, Lao Fu, really knows how to find places. He can find such hidden caves."

The helpless Kyle followed Kreacher and jumped into the sea.

They swam toward the dark fissure in the rock face, Kyle with his wand in his mouth, in a perfect breaststroke.

The sea water was extremely cold, and after the clothes were soaked in water, they became bulging and heavy, dragging him straight down.

Kyle took a few deep breaths, smelled the pungent smell of salt and seaweed, and regretted not letting Kreacher cast a warming spell on him.

Soon, the crack turned into a dark tunnel, and Kyle could tell that the tunnel would definitely be filled with seawater when the tide was high.

The mud-covered rock walls on both sides are only three or less than two meters apart.

Going a little further, the dark passage turned to the left, and Kyle saw it stretching all the way to the deepest part of the cliff.

Kyle continued to follow Kreacher, his fingers numb from the cold grazing the rough, wet rock.

At the same time, the two are always on alert for possible threats.

Then, he saw Kreacher stand up from the water in front of him.

Kyle swam there and found steps leading to a large cave.

He struggled up the steps, water splashing down from his soaked clothes.

They finally stepped out of the sea, the air around them was still and cold, and his wet clothes made him shiver uncontrollably.

Kyle and Kreacher walked forward cautiously, and they didn't feel relieved until they were sure that no one had been here for a long time.

"Kreacher... get my clothes dry.

I bet Voldemort must have built the cave in the summer.

Otherwise, after a few times of tossing around like this, he would have lost half of his life without Lao Dengtou taking action! "

After Kreacher dried his clothes, Kyle ordered him to perform Lumos again.

Kreacher had to do everything for him, which made him hate the Ministry of Magic's restrictions on underage magicians even more.

With the flashing fluorescent lights, Kyle finally saw the magic circle engraved on the wall.

Huge, magnificent, but also has the vicissitudes of time and seawater immersion.

Kyle looked at this magic circle and gradually became excited, because this is an arrangement that Kyle has never seen before, which is simpler and more efficient.

This means that the magic circle can carry more functions and show more powerful effects.

"Kreacher, you really led me into the treasure chest!"

Kyle murmured, staring at the magic circle without blinking.

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