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"This is different from what you told me back then." After quietly listening to the other party's explanation, Louis said coldly.

Bauer obviously didn't expect Louis to remember it so clearly, he made a embarrassed look, "Actually, I didn't mean to lie to you... This mirror is indeed Grindelwald's alchemy product."

"So what's the matter with your spiritual connection with Grindelwald? Why does Grindelwald have a headache?" Louis continued to ask.

"He once tried to separate souls," Bauer replied bluntly, "and then he thought he succeeded, but in fact those souls were all used as nourishment by me, so he would have a headache, and then he left me aside. "

"Nourishment?" Louis noticed this sensitive word. If souls can devour each other...he felt that it was necessary for him to re-examine the composition of souls.

Realizing that Louis seemed to have misunderstood something, Bauch quickly waved his hands and explained, "No, actually thousands of years ago, when wizards realized the existence of souls, they tried to use a method to erase souls—and Before this mirror was transformed by Grindelwald, it had the function of eroding the soul."

"What's the reason?"

"It's similar to the substance you just poured on it, but due to excess, it will cause persecution to the soul."

Louis nodded, "Go ahead."

"So that part of his soul is used as a substitute by me to make up for the consumption of the mirror." Bauch explained very clearly.

Louis pondered for a while, he felt that he needed to digest the news he had just received.

"So, what is Grindelwald's purpose?" Draco listened quietly for a long time, and seeing that Louis seemed to have no problems at the moment, he asked what he had always wanted to know.

"What do you mean?" Bauch was obviously taken aback, but did not answer the question directly.

"Why did he split a piece of soul to follow Louis?"

"This..." Bauch explained with a little embarrassment, "Actually, I made some tricks to make him think that he could escape from Nurmengard with the help of this mirror." He paused, "But he found out later that It was a trap, so he tried to get Lord Meyer's attention—but he didn't expect that this just gave me an opportunity."

Draco listened carefully. After Bauch finished speaking, he didn't make a sound immediately, but concentrated on thinking for a while. During this period, Louis had sorted out the news he got, but it was rare for the boy to think seriously. One thing, he didn't want to disturb the other party by making a sound.

Draco didn't notice Louis' eyes, he raised his head and asked again, this time his expression was very serious: "So, what is your purpose?" Draco's serious look is really nice, you will suddenly Suddenly realized that this boy, he is already an adult, he can take responsibility for everything he does.

That's why he's so attractive.

"Me?" Bauch tried to relieve the suddenly cold atmosphere with a smile, "I have only one wish, and I know Lord Meyer can—I hope you can save me from this mirror and make me a A real ghost."

There is a big difference between a ghost and a soul. In essence, a ghost is a stable state of existence. Just look at those Peeves in Hogwarts, and Nick, who is almost headless, knows it.

Louis looked at him for a while, "I can't do it, I can't even explain the essence of the soul."

But Bauer obviously didn't take it seriously, "If Lord Meyer says so, I can't help it—but if there is one person in this world who can do it, that person is definitely you."

Louis was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why?"

Bauch bowed again, "Because the Meyer family has been at the forefront of soul research since the Middle Ages."

……

When we went back, the atmosphere was a little quiet.

"I really never knew, if Bauer hadn't lied—that our family studies souls."

"Yeah." Draco responded softly, playing with the mithril mirror in his hand, the mirror on it shattered, and half of it disappeared without a trace.

"What are you going to do about this?" A small half bottle of soul active potion can wake up Bauch for several hours, allowing him to temporarily leave the mirror for a while, and then condense a human shape in the air.

And if there is no supply of soul active potion, Bauch will have to continue to stay in the mirror, even most of the time he will be in a coma state, and for a small part of the time, his consciousness is clear and he can talk to the outside world.

But Draco could tell that Louis had no intention of making more soul active potions, although he finally agreed to Bauch to help him leave the mirror-and the price, Louis said, would be the next time he woke him up. , is the moment to tell him the price.

"Just find a place to put it." Louis doesn't value Bauch very much. If it's Grindelwald's soul, he thinks, he can squeeze out the other's value in many ways—but if it's just an ordinary medieval The wizard's soul, he has not yet thought of where he can be used.

Obviously Bauer also understands this, which is why he explained so frankly before, all in order to leave a good impression on Louis and Draco, fortunately, he was quite successful, at least Louis did not want to put He is ruined.

In fact, it is so ruined that it is really impossible. This is what Bao He scares himself—the style of wizards thousands of years ago is different from that of today’s wizards. Maybe this concept of destroying useless things was in the middle ages It is still popular, but it is not suitable for this era.

……

Things were not all smooth sailing. It was a peaceful early October. On the morning of October No. 15, a letter was brought in by the snow sculpture and dropped beside Louis's dinner plate.

Draco smoothed the feathers on its back for it, and the snow sculpture obediently lay down on the table, squinting its eyes and enjoying Draco's stroking.

Louis glanced at the two people and pets who were having fun, and reached for the letter, but the familiar green ink brought his memory back to two years ago.

"What's wrong?" Noticing something seemed wrong with Louis, Draco pulled his attention away from the snow sculpture.

Suddenly feeling the hand on its back disappear, the snow sculpture shook its body in dissatisfaction, then opened its eyes, it lowered its head and pecked at its own paw (Draco brought him a small piece of sausage during the period), and waited until it After pecking the sausage clean, leaving only the casing, it spread its wings and flew away with a scream.

"Same letter." Louis handed the letter to Draco.

"Is... that person?" Draco's voice trembled a little, he remembered that Louis seemed to have told him.

Louis nodded.

Obviously, it was not suitable to discuss this topic at the dinner table, Draco returned the letter to Louis, and Louis put it in his schoolbag casually, and did not mention it again.

Today they had the Master Dean’s Potions class with Gryffindor. A while ago, they witnessed Gryffindor’s misery with their own eyes. Points were deducted for speaking, and points were deducted for not speaking. ——But the dean has enough reasons every time, making it impossible for people to refute.

So for a while, their classes have been quite quiet, and no one dares to make small moves in the dean's class—even Draco, who is most favored by Professor Snape, has restrained a lot—OK Well, anyone who knows him knows that he's not restrained at all, it's just that there are some more important things occupying his mind, so that he can't be distracted and think about other things.

"Meyer, I think..." Professor Snape walked past Louis and Draco, frowning, obviously dissatisfied.

"Oh, sorry, Professor!" Draco came back to his senses, and put a portion of bitter cloves into the cauldron in a hurry, "I forgot to put it in."

Snape's face became more gloomy, but he didn't explode, "Remember to turn off the fire in time next time. You two come to my office after class."

When the professor left, Draco looked at Louis in a daze.

"You just let go of a bitter clove." Louis knew what he wanted to ask.

"Ah—" Draco covered his face and groaned for a while.

"Is it because of that letter?" Louis asked with concern after thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, Draco nodded, then shook his head as if waking up from a dream - so what does that mean?

"It seems that the news of going to Hogsmeade has excited all of you." The professor stood on the podium and said, "What have we learned in this class, and what do you think? Write it into a six-foot-long article. Next Leave it to me before class starts - all Gryffindors can go now, Slytherins stay."

There was a clear wail from the crowd, but out of concern for Professor Snape's majesty, it was not particularly loud.

"My Merlin, six feet! He's gone crazy!" a Gryffindor lion cub grumbled just as he walked past Louis.

"Let's write, what else can we do?" His companion comforted me listlessly.

When the Gryffindor students had all left, Snape tapped the lectern with his wand, "Before next week, hand in your authorization to go to Hogsmeade. You are not going."

A sparse "Yes, Professor!"

"get out of class is over." Professor Snape looked around, focused on Louis and Draco, and then walked off the podium.

Louis and Draco quickly packed their schoolbags and followed the professor's pace.

During the period, I only had time to confess to Pansy, "We don't think we will be back for dinner, so help us bring some food to the dormitory." Draco took out a large piece of fruit candy from his jacket pocket and put it in the Responding to Pansy's hand, "Thanks."

Leaving Pansy alone looking at the fruit candy in his palm, he was quite dumbfounded.

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