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As Sylvia muttered words, the silver-white smoke floating from the small bottle quickly formed a specific scene.

It was a man in armor, he was quickly climbing a spiral staircase, and everyone sitting in the auditorium could clearly see that the man was running - he had no left arm.

When he opened the door, the scenery outside the door made everyone present understand that it was the scene of the Astronomy Tower on the eighth floor.

A woman in a plain robe stood on the tower and looked into the distance, with her hand on a heavy hardcover book, she turned her head to look at the tall and handsome man, although she smiled but did not It's hard to see the worry in the eyebrows.

"Are they there?" the man asked.

Nodding, the woman turned her head and looked into the distance, "There are a lot of people, I don't know that we..."

"Yes!" the man said firmly, he stretched out his hand to touch the woman's protruding abdomen, and his movements became extremely gentle, "I will not let our child be born in a barren land!" The man gave the woman a hand With a kiss, he put on his steel helmet, turned and went downstairs.

The battle started quickly, and the Holy See troops who were far away just now rushed towards the Hogwarts castle. Some of them were fully armed on horseback, and some were only wearing leather armor. They brandished chain hammers and roared wildly. It seems to kill all the evil people in front of him who are identified as wizards.

The Gryffindors who were also wearing armor rushed to the front. Their chain armor was very thin, but it was not difficult to see from the white light that burst out from being hit by arrows or swords from time to time that the chain armor was enchanted. And the magic that many Gryffindors who only held a small palm-sized dagger suddenly turned into a long sword or a scimitar also caused big trouble for enemies who did not know magic.

In the chaos, the man let his sword lengthen suddenly, stabbing an enemy who was about to slash at another fellow wizard.

Suddenly a voice called to him, "Alec! Alec! Come on! Rovira is dying!"

The man turned his head abruptly, the one who called him was also a Gryffindor, the chain armor on his body was even torn a few cracks, and his body was covered in blood, but he still crossed the chaotic battlefield to call the man in front of him.

They made their way across the field to a safe place behind, near the castle. Several tents were pitched, and they rushed into one of them.

The most conspicuous thing in the tent was the man lying down. His right half of his body looked like it had been smashed to pieces, his hands and feet were gone, and a conspicuous snake-shaped badge hanging on the left side of his robe was enough to illustrate The dying man was a Slytherin.

"Rovira!" The Gryffindor man called Alec knelt beside him with a serious face and frowning.

"I'm going to die, cough cough cough... You saw it too, just right, cough cough, I have a left hand..." the thin man lying on the makeshift hospital bed said intermittently.

"Don't talk! Your Slytherin's potions or death secrets are not..." Alec growled angrily.

Rovira raised his hand to stop Alec's agitated anger, "Life and death, everything is a cycle...We all swore to Teacher Salazar, so since we are going to die, I think...cough cough cough, you I'm so bad at magic, I can't even make a small flame, I can't justify the child in Jacqueline's stomach, Jacqueline is so smart... Come! Take my hand away! Cough cough cough... Live! Cough cough, you got Jacqueline, then you have to take care of her! Cough cough cough! You can't die!" Rovira, who was originally weak, managed to support herself in the end, and the rest of her life was intact. With his left hand, he grabbed the young man with red eyes beside him, and he shook the young man vigorously, "You know how to do it! You learned well, now... now is the time for you to understand life and death! You He will become a more powerful mystic wizard than me!" Rovira fell back on the bed after speaking, his eyes gradually became lax, he was panting heavily, but he was still whispering in his mouth, "Live...you all have to live Go down...take care of Jacqueline..." soon died out.

"Let's get started! Mr. Rovira's death can't be in vain!" The young man with the Slytherin snake badge on his chest touched his eyes vigorously and said firmly to Alec.

Sylvia blurred the bloody picture that followed, but everyone still understood that Rovira of Slytherin gave her left arm to her rival before she died, and the Slytherins are good at The secret method of death can actually transplant limbs, and what is even more shocking is that it seems to be able to transplant talents? !

The newly attached left hand looked very slender and pale, in sharp contrast to Alec's well-trained and strong right hand, but Alec didn't seem to care about it at all, he moved his fingers lightly, and then clenched tightly .

At this time, the wizard who had just helped him complete the arm replacement project came over and handed Alec something—it was a Slytherin tie with dark green and silver interlaced and an exquisitely crafted metal snake badge.

"Flame." A flame ignited above Alec's newly attached left hand. He stared at the steady flame for a moment, and then used the iron clip that his knife turned into to hold the flame. The badge was roasted on the fire, "Zi!" The red-hot badge branded a serpentine pattern on his left arm.

Alec sniffed, wiped his eyes vigorously, tied the silver-green tie to his scabbard, opened the curtain of the tent, and strode forward without looking back...

The picture composed of colored smoke gradually dissipated, and bit by bit returned to the vial in Sylvia's hand.

No one spoke in the huge auditorium, and even the automatic recording quill that was writing frantically beside the "Daily Prophet" reporter stopped writing for a while.

"The magic you just saw is one of the three magics that Slytherin is good at, 'Death Secret'. The name sounds scary, but one of the effects...I think everyone has seen it." Sylvia The voice echoed softly in the hall.

Not intending to wait for everyone to come to their senses, Sylvia continued: "Mr. Slytherin is also good at another kind of magic—'soul magic'. This kind of magic is very special. They completely act on the soul and are difficult to defend against." And healing, and the damage to the soul is often reflected on the body, perhaps most of you don't know, in fact, soul magic is the prototype of black magic that the entire British magic world is shying away from."

"In the large amount of materials such as notes and manuscripts left by Mr. Slytherin, I feel very sorry, because soul magic is actually different from most of the current black magic. It has extremely high requirements for learning and users. Only students who have passed the strictest selection by Mr. Slytherin are allowed to learn about soul magic. The current black magic has undergone a lot of transformation and is suitable for most wizards to learn and use."

"Attention! The word I used here is 'transformation' rather than 'improvement'. There is a price to pay for using soul magic, and modern black magic actually requires it, but those necessary sacrifices have been changed to be extremely subtle and difficult to detect—perhaps In those days, this was a good thing. But in the modern impetuous pursuit of powerful and quick magic learning, black magic using various obscure ancient languages ​​as incantations, learners often do not understand the meaning behind those incantations. meaning, they ignore those costs when they indulge in the powerful power of the dark arts, not understanding that they are hurting themselves all the time."

Sylvia took out another small bottle of memory, "Now let's take a look at what real soul magic looks like. This memory comes from... Malfoy, Vanner Malfoy." Sylvia Via looked at the platinum-haired teenager sitting among the Slytherin students, his blue-gray eyes were wide open, his face was pale, and he couldn't speak.

Vanner Malfoy is No.1 in the Malfoy family tree, and because the Malfoy family is always proud of their ancient and pure blood, almost all the children of the big family know this information.Amidst the rustling whispers, soon, all the young wizards in the school knew about it.

Silver mist came out of the bottle, forming a shaking picture - in the center of the picture was a child who looked about seven or eight years old, if he hadn't known Vanner Malfoy for a long time It was a man, and the gender of this child who was rushing with a thick hardcover book that was too big for his height was really hard to tell. Running wildly fluttering behind.

Everyone in the room noticed that there was chaos everywhere around the boy, the corridor collapsed, and Vanner had to run across the grass in the middle of the corridor—there was a man with a male head painted on his armor. The lion, alone, was fighting five heavily armed enemies.

The boy didn't look at them more, and with the free hand and feet that were not holding the heavy book, he struggled to climb over the hill made of broken stones and brick wall debris in front of him.

Just when the boy finally landed on the other side, "Devil! Devil! You bitch who is going to hell!" A man with a long sword yelled and slashed at him.

The memory composed of silver mist, except for the slightly faded color, everything looks so real.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes even protruded a little. At this moment, his normal facial features were distorted into a terrifying look. He did not hesitate to slash at Vanner's sword, as if the seven or eight-year-old boy in front of him had something to do with him. What a deep hatred.The little wizards sitting behind Vanner turned pale from the fright of the vicious man in the memory fragment.

Facing such a terrifying enemy, Vanner did not panic. He stood in place, and his very light platinum-blond hair suddenly fluttered without moving or strong wind.Except for the little wizards sitting behind him, all the wizards in the other seating areas saw the pupils of the boy shrink into vertical animal-like pupils.

I didn't see him chanting spells and didn't have a wand, but the man who swung the long sword suddenly stopped inexplicably, and his eyes on the boy changed from fierce to confused.After a few seconds, the man turned around and rushed towards the direction he came with his sword raised - there was a hole in the castle wall that was big enough for one or two people to break in, and there were two other men wearing the same clothes as the man. The companion with the armor painted on the cross rushed in from there.

"John! John! Wake up!" "The devil's spell!" The two new men had to stop and fight with their original companions, and Vanner took this opportunity to run away.