hp Ouroboros

A crowd of people crowded into the dining room of the old house. The children of the Weasley family glanced at each other and talked about the riots in the camp and the people who stayed in the old house.

"The Dark Mark?!" Sirius yelled in disbelief, and the expressions of the others present were also very bad.

"Harry, are you all right?" Sirius bobbed Harry up and down.

"It's...it's nothing, it's just that I was almost regarded as a suspect." Harry smiled wryly and told others about his and Ron, Hermione's last experience, including the Ministry of Magic's capture of the house elf Winky holding his wand, And his wand, under the flashback spell, saw that the Dark Mark was cast by his lost wand.

"So the one who released the Dark Mark...was a house-elf?!" McGonagall widened her eyes in disbelief, then she turned her head and looked back at Harry when he talked about the Dark Mark, as if she suddenly remembered something. When Arthur Weasley arrived at the old house, his tone was suspicious, "I remember Winky...is it from Mr. Crouch's?"

Mr. Weasley looked tired and rarely had a straight face. He nodded, found a seat at the dining table, sat down, poured himself a glass of water, poured the water, and nodded after a little relief: "Yes Yeah, now the Ministry of Magic is investigating Crouch and the elf, but he shouldn't have any problems, he was with the rest of us trying to solve the mess that those annoying wizards made, not there The proof is still there."

"But, the elves in his family can't act on their own, right? There was a disgusting Death Eater in his family before, my trial... Oh, Crouch hurriedly threw me into prison without a trial at all. Huh, maybe he has a problem at all!" Sirius said angrily.

Mag lightly tapped the wooden table, "Okay, leave the review to the Ministry of Magic, we have other things right now."

"That's right! Professor McGonagall, why are you here?" Hermione, who had been unusually quiet since entering the door, finally came to her senses.

"The children are all going to bed!! What time is it! Hurry up!" Mrs. Weasley made a loud noise in the chair and hurriedly asked the children to go to bed, but she had just experienced a few days of panic How could the children sleep, and they dawdled on their seats with embarrassment, refusing to move.

"Professor McGonagall! Everyone has already been brought back, so it should be okay to tell them now!" Sirius asked.

McGonagall thought for a while, then glanced at Sylvia and Camille again, seeing that the two of them had no intention of objecting at all, and then thought that the dangerous person might stay with them in the old house in the next time , maybe it would be good to remind the children, so he nodded and agreed to Sirius' proposal.

"In this case," Sylvia stood up, "since I've decided to tell them, it's better to hit another day than another day. I'll start now. You guys have to tell Harry what they said, come here yourself, as long as you can close your eyes." Mouth, just don’t interrupt the casting.”

Harry and the others looked at each other. They didn't understand what the others were talking about just now. Driven by curiosity, Harry and the others followed Sirius out of the dining room and moved to the living room.

"This is it!!" Hermione couldn't help screaming as soon as she entered the living room and saw the thin woman who was fixed on the wooden plank bed in the middle.

Ron and the other Weasley children also gasped, and took a few steps back to stick to the wall. Ginny even hid behind Tonks who was standing next to her, stretching out only half of her frightened face to aim at the woman.

Feeling that there were so many people in the living room, only he didn't know what happened. Harry pulled Sirius' clothes in embarrassment and asked about this woman in a low voice.

"Have you heard of Bellatrix Strachey?" Harry froze as soon as Sirius' words came out. Of course he had heard about this terrible woman - Ron had told him about school before. The parents of Neville Longbottom, a classmate of his, were tortured by this woman to a mental breakdown, and they are still in St. Mungo's Wizarding Hospital.

"Sister...this is..." Hermione's voice trembled a little, "Isn't she in Azkaban...what?"

"It was the plan of Headmaster Dumbledore and I. We dragged Mrs. Strachey out of Azkaban today." Sylvia replied flatly, without looking back at Hermione, and said the command card to herself. Mill moved all kinds of furniture in the living room, untied the chains that tied Strachey, and put them on the floor covered with a whole piece of ivory white cloth, and the wooden plank bed was also removed.

Amid the soft exclamations of the unknown little wizards, Sylvia took out a box of inks of different colors and a snow-white quill made of feathers from unknown creatures from the backpack prepared beside her. , and then took out props such as white candles.

Ignoring the whispered discussions of other people standing in the corner of the room, Sylvia focused on drawing with ink of different colors on the square fabric Bella was lying on. Mysterious textures and runes, and white candles are placed on the four corners of the cloth——from the perspective of Hermione, who has read the strange novels of Muggles, to be honest, Sylvia's current The layout is really like the kind of magic described in Muggle fantasy novels, and it feels like a magical ritual mainly based on weird and evil.

"Sister, this is...?" Hermione asked Professor McGonagall who was standing beside her in a low voice, but unfortunately, McGonagall, who claimed to be well-informed, couldn't understand everything in front of her.

"I'm going to perform a deep hypnosis ceremony on Mrs. Strachey next. This is soul magic. I think I have roughly explained the dangers of soul magic when I was in school. Now, please wait for the next 10 minutes. Don't make a sound, otherwise..." Sylvia said seriously and gave Camille a wink, and Camille rolled up her sleeves very cooperatively, chattering with a terrifying look about to rush up to beat someone at any time, Sylvia Ya showed a cold smirk, "Otherwise Cam will have to 'invite you out'. Believe me, Cam is absolutely capable of throwing you out the moment you make a sound."

"Everyone's going to be quiet, right? Mr. Weasleys!" McGonagall gave the Weasley twins a vicious stare, one of them secretly trying to touch the wet ink on the cloth with his toe The movement stopped immediately, and he retracted his feet in embarrassment, not daring to look at Professor McGonagall.

"Miss Slytherin, Animagus has been registered, and the Ministry of Magic has approved that it can be used without warning when there are no Muggles around, but this?" Professor McGonagall looked at the complicated magic pattern on the ground with uncertainty. The formed ceremony actually didn’t require Sylvia to keep them quiet. Just seeing these fairly regular ancient runes forming a huge circle, Mag already felt Sylvia’s caution about the next magic. .

"That's no problem, soul magic doesn't need a magic wand, or it should be said that there was no such thing as a magic wand in ancient times when soul magic was still prosperous. Naturally, this magic doesn't need to use bound minors registered with the Ministry of Magic Zongsi's wand." Sylvia turned her head and smiled at Professor McGonagall, then turned back and picked up a white candle and put it on the four corners of the white cloth painted with magic patterns.

The living room gradually became quiet, and Sylvia took a deep breath. Although she had deduced this magic many times beforehand, it was the first time that she actually used it.Although it has been predicted that even if the spellcasting fails, the mana consumption and soul shock brought about are still within an acceptable range, but it is estimated that there is no way to try a second time in a short time. Shock or something... It hurts just thinking about it.

Long spells flowed from Sylvia's mouth, and her whispering voice echoed in the old and gloomy old house.The orange lights were suddenly extinguished without any warning when Sylvia chanted the mantra, and the four white candles placed on the four corners of the white cloth in the huge living room suddenly burned with dark green flames.

The sound of Ron swallowing saliva was inexplicably loud at this time, and then he saw a light source in the other corner of the weird and dark living room-it was the werewolf eye that glowed golden after Cam inspired the magic power.Noticing that the ferocity in the eyes of Senior Camille was definitely not a joke, Ron quickly swallowed the words that came to his mouth. If it was just to sigh "the so-called soul magic looks really evil", Ron realized that he not only It's best not to sigh now, and not even let the two senior sisters hear a word.

"Hmm...huh?" The voice this time was obviously from Sylvia, her eyes were closed and her beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if she had encountered a difficulty.

After more than ten seconds, everyone heard Sylvia's deep sigh.

"Turn on the light." Sylvia said, her eyes closed as soon as she relaxed, and she fell back, as if there was a soft sofa behind her - Camille took two big strides, letting Sylvia Via fell directly into her arms, and their movements were skillful as if they had been rehearsed many times before.

Sirius quickly turned on the magic lighting again, "What's wrong?! It doesn't look effective!" Bella was still lying in the middle of the white cloth for the ceremony with her eyes closed, showing no sign of waking up.

"That's exactly what I'm going to explain next." Sylvia opened her eyes, feeling a little tired, but her ice-blue eyes shone with seriousness and thought, "Although it's unbelievable, I have to say. .. Mrs. Strachey has been subjected to a deep soul hypnosis."

"what?"

"Didn't it mean that soul magic has been lost?"

"Wouldn't Miss Slytherin be?"

"No, Ron is saying that before Sister Sylvia inherited the Slytherin family, soul magic should have been lost."

"Then who did the magic of this terrible woman?"

"Could it be... 'that person'..."

The chaotic discussions in the living room fell silent after the guess of 'that person' was uttered.

"Although I don't know if Voldemort...'that person' can use soul magic, and if so, where did he learn it from?" After seeing many underage wizards in the living room, they were afraid After shaking for a while, Ginny even let out a slight whimper, and Sylvia had no choice but to hide Voldemort's name, "It can't be ruled out that there is still a small amount of ancient magic passed down, but I still find it weird. ..." Sylvia glanced at Bellatrix who was lying on the ground, sleeping peacefully because of Professor Snape's medicine. Mrs. Letch cast spells?"

"Of course it's to make this woman more loyal!" Ron said without thinking. After he finished speaking, he suddenly found that everyone in the room was looking at him. , "What...what's the matter? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, I'm actually skeptical as well." Sylvia said, "But if this is really the case, then..." Sylvia paused and turned her gaze to Sirius, "If, 'that People' cast a spell on Mrs. Strachey in order to make her more loyal, or is it the soul magic that I can hardly find a way to counteract in modern magic, then...that is to say, the Bellatri in front of us Mrs Strachey, was she not actually loyal to 'the man'?"

"You, Sirius Black, do you really know your cousin?" Sylvia asked softly, she looked at Sirius with suspicious and uncertain eyes, and then slid over everyone present, "Do we really know Bellatrix Strachey?"