Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 79
The black man was panting heavily, grinning and forcing out an ugly smile: "I won't tell you anything, little wizard, and your time is running out, my people will be here soon, and if you kill me now Me, you will die in pain..."

He lowered his eyes and gestured to his chest, and Peter saw a bright red charm branded on the dark, shiny skin of his heart.

"That's amazing, is this witchcraft from Africa? It features wandless casting... If I'm not mistaken, this spell should mean 'revenge'?" Peter's tone was sarcastically surprised.

The black man's smile became brighter, "Hey hey hey, you understand well, if you kill me, this spell will kill you, okay, honey, let me go now, take your little stick off... "

"You have nothing to bargain with me," Peter said. "Crucio."

The black man opened his mouth and screamed, his two big hands were scratching in the air. Peter took a few steps back and watched coldly as his body was bent backwards strangely, his eyeballs protruded and rolled upwards, and he jumped from Constantine's body. Sliding down, kneeling on the ground, fingers scratched traces on the blanket spread on the ground.

After about thirty seconds, Peter raised his wand.

"Tell me, what kind of human sacrifice are you doing here?" Peter repeated his question.

"...you... you just... play slowly... my people will be here soon..."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

It was the same process again, the black man rolled on the ground in pain, his shouts became hoarse, about another 30 seconds later, Peter stopped casting the spell, and the black man lay on his back on the ground, panting violently.

"The soul is out of my body!" Peter didn't ask any more questions, but directly used the Imperius Curse. The black man's willpower had been exhausted by the two Cruciatus Curses just now, and immediately using the Imperius Curse would ensure that he would tell the truth.

Peter slightly raised his wand, and the black man stood up obediently, with an innocent smile on his face, and Peter spoke to him clearly: "Next, I want to ask you some questions, you must tell the truth, and try your best to could be explained in detail."

"Yes, sir." He replied flatly.

"who are you?"

"My name is Jacob Johnson, the eldest of the neighborhood, my father's name is Thomas Johnson, and my mother's name is—"

Peter interrupted him: "Are you a wizard?"

"No."

"So how do you use magic - say the spell 'Vengeance' on your chest?"

"I study occultism, some of which are nonsense, and some are powerful black magic. Most of the magic I can use requires dark rituals and human sacrifices, just like people who have lost their sense of smell need stronger stimulation to smell to the smell."

"Okay, now let's talk about the sacrifice. What is your purpose of arresting Peter Pedilu?" Peter asked.

"I will torture him and make him submit to me, then I will destroy his flesh and bind his soul in the skull with black magic, and the soul so treated will be trapped forever at the junction of life and death, the book says, It can tell me the mysteries of hell, give me money, power, and immortality."

Speaking of this, Jacob Johnson showed a bewitched expression, and his black eyes stared blankly at the hanging replica Peter, as if money and power were right in front of him. "

Peter curled his lips in disgust: "Have you done this kind of thing before?"

"Yes, the first one is my sister... But she is not very easy to use, she hardly answers my questions, and just screams pain all day long, I tried a few more, as long as I can cheat, it counts, You must know that each sacrifice costs two lives, but this group of trash really let me down."

"Take me to see those skulls." Peter said holding back his nausea. The man in front of him is no longer even a scum. If possible, he would like to use the Cruciatus Curse again, but right now he wants to know how to bind the soul. How magic works.

Jacob Johnson obediently walked outside the house and untied the skulls from the chains. They were covered with dust and blackened by the gas lamp. "I haven't used them for a long time. These None of the gadgets work."

He placed one of the smaller skulls on the table, rubbed his hands over the top a few times, and the skull let out a piercing scream, "Shut up!" Jacob Johnson shouted, "Tell me The method of commanding the Lord of Hell!"

"No...nothing...only pain...Jacob...let me go..."

Peter stood aside, frowning, judging from the sound that the soul trapped in the skull was still a little girl, and she should be Jacob Johnson's sister.

"Look, sir, she doesn't say anything. I think she hates me. They all hate me, so they don't tell me how to communicate with the devil."

Peter has never heard of the existence of the so-called "Evil Prince". Since occultism is a kind of magical knowledge circulated among Muggles, this kind of misinformation about magic is not difficult to understand. Some occultism is nonsense, while others Some - and almost nonsense, but could Voldemort's way of preserving his soul after losing his body be similar to this spell?

Jacob Johnson was also roughly rubbing against other skulls, including the ivory-inlaid and crowned one.

"……please……"

"what……"

"Let me go..."

These trapped souls are begging, it seems that they are suffering unimaginable pain, Peter said slowly to Jacob Johnson, "You scum, the Lord of Hell does not exist at all, these are just It's just a poor soul that has lost its body."

"No! My method must be wrong. Maybe I need a wizard's soul. A wizard's soul is stronger and more magical..." Jacob Johnson's tone was a little crazy.

Peter suddenly remembered that Stanley Constantine was still tied to the electric chair: "Constantine said he is your friend, why don't you just use his soul?"

Johnson sneered, "Ha! He looks like that! He couldn't tell the truth when he was alive, so what's the use in death?"

"He said he owed you a favor, what exactly is it?"

"Ah, did he tell you so? He sold me a rug, which he said was made of unicorn hair and had strong magical powers. Later I found out that it was synthetic fiber from the wholesale market. He also sold me a broken magic book, which cost me 1 pounds! He said it was full of mysterious and powerful magic. I read it over and over until I finally found a small line of 'Standard Spells, Level [-]'. Well, it took me three days to memorize 'Wingardim Leviosa'!"

"So the kidnapping has nothing to do with Constantine?"

Jacob Johnson nodded.

"How did you kill so many people?"

"After the sacrificial ceremony, these people who were killed will be forgotten, as if they never existed." He said proudly.

"Okay," Peter said disgustedly, "you go and bring me all the skulls and occult books about this kind of magic, not one less, by the way, when will your people arrive?"

"Half an hour at the latest."

"Very well, I'll wait here." Peter said coldly.

(End of this chapter)