Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 101 The Power of Ernigal
"Konstantin, I don't see any trace of magic in this." Peter pointed this out.

"Impossible," Constantine said confidently, "This is a very ancient protective circle that can keep out all filth. When we tell the secret of Ernigal at midnight, this law The array can protect our body and mind from evil spirits."

"I'm starting to wonder if we've all been taught the same magic," Peter said. "No matter what term you use to describe it, there's nowhere for magic to hide beneath the magic space, and I'm sure the graphics on the floor don't contain anything about The magic ingredient."

"You sound like someone from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic," Constantine said disapprovingly, "You don't believe in the existence of demons, and you don't believe that there are mysteries in the world that wizards don't understand."

"Well, demons or something... just do what you want," Peter said, "I won't suffer any losses anyway."

Ten minutes later, Constantine drank two more glasses of fire whiskey. The midnight they sat here and waited for finally arrived. Peter's confidence in Constantine was greatly reduced, and his left shoulder was already starting to ache. He just wanted to Hurry up and end this matter, and then go back to your room to rest.

Constantine took out the copy that Peter gave him last time from his arms. It had been tossed to the point of falling apart, and the pages were all rolled up. He proudly tapped its thick black cover with one finger.

"I mobilized all my contacts in the occult circle to investigate, and finally a female friend of mine, Mary, found another book of the same series in her old book pile. This book was purchased in Vauxhall, London. A Muggle bookstore in Urdu, published more than 50 years ago."

"50 years ago..." Peter calculated the time in his mind. 50 years ago happened to be the time when the young Voldemort lived. This book is likely to be inextricably linked with Tom Riddle who appeared at the Christmas ball.

"Yes, 50 years ago," Constantine turned a page, "this book was originally a complete set, and it was popular in that era. It's all nonsense, but this one is very obscure."

He pointed to the picture of a snake with a human body and a tail drawn on the page, "This magic is about the demon Enigal. If you chant a mantra and sacrifice a soul, the caster can get the help of the power of Enigal."

"The power of Ernigal...does it refer to the black magic that summons the black snake?" Peter asked suspiciously.

"Muggle occultism believes that this is the reward given by Ernigal to the sacrificer." Constantine said.

Peter didn't think there was a higher will in the world. He always believed that the wizard's magic power came from the wizard himself, rather than praying to a higher existence, but Peter was willing to listen to Constantine, so he nodded, Motioned Constantine to continue.

Constantine's fingers brushed the words on the page, "There are two versions of the spell, one of which can pray for the help of the power of Enigal, and the other..." He raised his head with a mysterious smile, "You can summon Enigal himself, it is said that he will reward the caster with the most powerful magic."

"Sounds quaint," commented Peter.

"It's also very dangerous." Constantine said, "Enigal is very cunning. He is good at misinterpreting the meaning of the caster. He will ask the caster to ask him for three things. Sounds good, right? In fact, these three things Something has to be taken away by a sacrificial soul, and it has to stump Enigal before he can give you the reward he promised, or he will just destroy you."

Peter thought for a moment, he was weighing the authenticity of this information, the credibility of Muggle mysticism is doubtful, but on the Durmstrang ship, Peter once saw Andonova chanting spells, The scene where the black snake is summoned.

"...Thank you, Mr. Constantine, I will look for you when I need to perform the summoning ceremony." Peter said.

Konstantin paled a little, and instead of answering, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, his blue eyes averting Peter's gaze.

"Mr. Constantine? You shouldn't be afraid." Peter asked.

"I owe you my life... I said I owe you favors, but... I don't think you want to use me as a sacrifice..."

Peter laughed dumbly: "Of course not! What kind of evil person do you think I am? A murderous maniac like Voldemort?"

"I can't say that, I've seen you kill a dozen Muggles without mercy... so whose soul do you want to sacrifice? Is it your own? I advise you not to do something stupid , the souls taken away by Ernigal will suffer torture worse than death, and they will never be reborn forever."

"That's my job," Peter said with a smile.

Peter sent Konstantin off politely, after which he began to clean up the smell of smoke that filled the room, as well as the powder and patterns on the floor.

Within the magic space, there is still no sign of magic on the magic circle on the ground, the air is quiet, and the so-called "demon El Nigal" has not shown the slightest sign. It is more realistic to worry about the El Nino phenomenon now.

He tapped the powder on the floor with his wand, but there was still no magical phenomenon. He found that the white powder was just a mixture of salt and sulfur, and it was not very meaningful to study this Muggle circle.

With a flick of his wand, the pictures on the floor were wiped clean, and he went back to his bedroom to rest.

Lying in bed, Peter tried to put the Muggle occult into the wizarding, systematic framework of magic:
If this will known as "Ernigal" does exist, he is likely to be a powerful dark wizard who is as keen on immortality and complicated torture methods as Voldemort. The legend probably spread on his own initiative, otherwise how could the Muggles know the spell to summon him?
Enigal must have his own purpose, he wants to get the soul...maybe he is looking for resurrection like Voldemort...he was maybe a very notorious dark wizard who exposed himself far more among muggles than wizards Safety……

Like Voldemort, Ernigal favored complex forms of torture...

Peter seemed to see Regulus drink the poison again and fell on the small island in the lake. He saw the bloody hole piercing through Snape's right shoulder, and the wound widened horribly... He felt the stabbing pain in his left arm, and the Dark Demon The poisonous snake in the mark seems to be still winding up his arm, and burrowing into his heart...

His temples were hurting, he thought he might have a fever, and the images in his mind gradually lost their logic. He saw Dumbledore raising his wand and shouting "Vulcan make the way", he saw Malfoy twisting his hands, he saw young Tom Riddle, his handsome, pale face.

"Professor Peddie?" Riddle said politely.

Peter opened his eyes, before the first light of the morning came into the window, he saw two big glass ball-like eyes and a pair of bat-like ears in a daze. Before he could see clearly, the house-elf disappeared .

(End of this chapter)