【Zhou Jia】self-punisher.

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The flickering lights sneaked along the corridor, and the extinguished candles flickered, connecting the dawn outside the window and illuminating a corner of the room with the curtain hanging.

The furnishings here are quite simple, except for a thick oak desk, most of the space is occupied by rare books collected from all over the world.For some strange reason, there was a thin fledgling bird jumping on the bookshelf, with sparsely grown down hair covering its skin.It chirped and flew around the ceiling, and finally nestled in the hair on the top of the scholar's head, poked its head out and pecked him affectionately.

"Tsk."

Half a minute later, Shakerama became aware of its existence.He didn't wave his hand to drive away the immature baby bird, but tried to make it return to the cage with a couple of snaps.But the fledgling just puffed up its chest happily, without any proper intention to comprehend the shelter.The tip of his claws touched the messy teaching plans scattered on the ground, and distractedly drove his wand to make all the papers return to their original places automatically.

"Boom, boom, boom."

"Please come in."

He replied without raising his head.The papers suspended in the air are flying back to the bookshelf in an orderly manner, just like the assembly line in the Muggle world.The ones who will visit at this time will naturally not be his colleagues who have rather lazy living habits.What's more, the giant monster that broke into the castle a few days ago kept them busy for a while, although no investigation conclusion was formed in the end.

"Karna, I don't think there is a need to talk about this matter... Oh,...it's you."

Shirama's lips tightened, and the tiredness on his face disappeared.The young man who walked in against the light was dressed in Slytherin robes, and the dark green tone matched his dark eyes very well.Arjuna bowed his head respectfully and politely, his gaze swept across the messy room without any trace.Apparently his teacher wasn't in the mood for small talk, but it wasn't so bad that he couldn't maintain his usual image—he waited for a few minutes before saying, "Excuse me, Professor. I have a few questions to ask you."

Endless questions.

There was a bulging, pulsating blood vessel from the temple of Rama holding the axe, which was on the verge of bursting.He replied impatiently, "My scope of duty is only to answer questions within the scope of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Mr. Arjuna." The deceased former classmate. "And not all questions can be answered."

"I deeply understand the preciousness of time, it's just some very simple questions for you." Arjuna replied with ease, and inadvertently glanced at the chick nestling in his hair, which made his scalp feel hot . "Recently, I was previewing the content of the senior course - the dean agreed that if I could pass the exam, I could skip the class. When I read the three Unforgivable Curses, I suddenly had an idea. If the magic is strong enough, it can Can man be brought back from the abyss of death?"

"..."

The chick's wingtips fluttered uneasily twice, and it felt that the body of the man it depended on became stiff for a moment, and the books that slipped from his fingertips made a muffled sound on the carpet.Afterwards, Axe Rama even forgot its existence, and went straight to pick up the fallen books, forcing the chick to fly crookedly back to the exquisite cage next to the bookshelf.

"Your imagination is excellent, Mr. Arjuna," said Rama, stiffly, "but such nonsense will not help your studies, and—I must warn you, you pay attention to The direction is very dangerous. There are many talented magicians in this world who have gone astray in this way. They do various experiments to resurrect the dead or make themselves immortal. In the end, they can only indulge in rampage in the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries delusion."

"Thank you for your sincere advice, but I'm just curious, and I don't intend to waste time on useless attempts. Professor—?"

"You're wasting time now." Rama the Axe said firmly, his face darkened. "If you must know the answer to this stupid question, let me tell you that the soul disappears when a person dies. A body without a soul is a dead body even if it is resurrected."

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The Walking Dead.

Unexpected third answer, quite interesting.

Arjuna didn't care about the heavily closed door behind him, he stroked the bridge of his nose with his fingertips, and the fragmentary information formed a clear vein in his mind.If the soul of the dead can really be extradited, what shocking words will his cynical father say.He grew up in a traditional magical family since he was a child, and none of the families he married had ever married any Muggles. He still remembers that the topic his father often talked about during his lifetime was the opposite sex of family friends who were similar to his age.

Unbelievably, he clearly remembers the details of everything that happened since childhood, including the picture of meeting that person at a very young age, but every paragraph will be missing at a specific moment.The noisy cicadas singing in the rainy afternoon, the cracks in the marble statue of the fountain pool in the splendid courtyard of Surya’s house, and the melancholy emerald green color of the lake that can be glimpsed in the labyrinth of trees.In order to make him smile, I have tried many times, the only one that succeeded was the magic that I waved my wand to imitate my father... But the content of the spell was blurred as if it had been deliberately removed.I only remember that my father came in a hurry, the expression on his face can be called horror.

The rope in my mind suddenly tightened, the picture in front of me became foggy and gray, and my father's voice suddenly disappeared.If he could really extradite his soul, would it fill his memory completely?

"Arjuna."

The voice from the void pulled him back to reality.The image reflected on the retina overlapped with the memory, which made him dizzy for an instant.After calming down the violent heartbeat, he found that he was grabbing the opponent's arm when he came back to his senses—fortunately, Karna didn't care, which gave him the leeway to adjust his emotions.

"Your complexion is very bad, do you need to take you to Mrs. Clyde's to rest? I heard that she also has handmade cookies, which are very helpful for treating anxiety-prone nerves."

"It's not necessary." Arjuna let go of his hand slowly, straightened his collar, and said in a slightly unnatural tone, "It's just caused by lack of sleep, and it will return to normal after a little rest."

"That's it." Karna didn't intend to delve into it, he forced himself to stop looking at the silver badge on Arjuna's chest, pursed his lips and moistened his dry lips, "Actually, I've been wanting to ask you for the past two days ...may be a bit offensive, did we know each other before?"

The big bell ringing outside the window made the air vibrate like a resonance.Arjuna stared at him secretively, and asked back, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

Karna's answer made him glad he didn't reveal his hole card in advance - "I checked a lot of information... well, the professor didn't give a positive answer to this. Parseltongue can only be inherited through blood, but it may also be due to the long-term living environment. .I'm missing part of my memory, so I guess, if we've ever been together, it's possible..."

The brain circuit of this guy is truly amazing.

Arjuna looked at his rose-colored lips moistened with saliva, and suddenly thought of the regrets his father mentioned a long time ago. "If Surya's child is a girl, it will definitely be your wife."

But Karna was obviously unlucky. Apart from his gender, he missed the opportunity to become the link between the two ancient families. An ant-like life—he raised the corners of his mouth and replied ambiguously, "You have overlooked a possibility. Language is also a kind of magic, Karna." At some point, he automatically ignored the latter honorific , "in due course extradition by some kind of ceremony."

"I see." Karna didn't seem to have any doubts, and his tone was full of the clarity of the answer.He thought of the giant python he met a long time ago, perhaps he had inadvertently obtained the ability of snake language from it, that was an incredible encounter.

The easily successful lie made Arjuna feel faintly unhappy for some reason.He responded with a few words perfunctorily, but the sudden commotion downstairs interrupted the original plan.The spiral downward spiral staircase was shaped like a snake's cavity, and the black heads of students were moving underneath, screaming excitedly and rushing in one direction—but were immediately driven back by the teacher's yelling.

"Students in the lower grades—go back to the dormitory with the prefect! Don't come out to watch! Students in the fourth grade and above maintain order! I'll say it again, whoever dares to poke his head out will immediately deduct [-] points!"

"What's wrong."

Arjuna rested his arm on the railing and asked the front of the crowd squirming below.The Slytherin students in the lower grades were his fans—the easily provoked type. He raised his head and peeked around, and when he found that no teacher was paying attention to him, he silently gesticulated in Arjuna's direction.

"There are dead bodies outside."

For the freshmen who have just entered school, this sudden incident is really exciting.Since the new headmaster - born in Slytherin and served as Deputy Minister of Magic for 30 years - has amended more than 30 rules and regulations of Hogwarts from more than a decade ago, and relisted hundreds of deduction points After the project, the atmosphere of the campus is the same as that of a lifeless rest center.Every morning before 7:8, I was within the curfew range, and I went downstairs to pick up food for breakfast at [-]:[-] on time. The accident this morning was on the way to the cafeteria.

The first person who found the unicorn's body was a second-year Gryffindor girl. She heard a strange whimpering sound when she walked through the winding corridor, so she went to the window to take a look at the risk of being deducted points. 2 Minutes later the team was completely blown up.What she saw was the last time the unicorn was alive. The beautiful creature with its throat cut off probably exhausted its last strength and ran to the vicinity of the castle. Its weak knees could no longer support the weight and fell down on the ground. meandering into the cracks in the red bricks.When the first student to come out touched it, it was completely dead.

"It was just an accident." The gamekeeper could only desperately explain. "They are solitary animals, sir. It is difficult to fully understand their whereabouts. I have never seen this unicorn, I swear!"

No matter whether there is a reasonable explanation for this matter in the end, the series of consequences that eventually lead to it are obvious.The troll that appeared inexplicably can still be controlled within the scope of public opinion, but the unicorn that died near the school alarmed the Ministry of Magic, and a special team was set up to investigate in the school.Pending the results of the investigation, the Ministry of Magic advised the school to suspend all major events - including the Triwizard Tournament, which was eventually moved to Beauxbatons.

The news came like a wave of lethargy, sending out sighs of frustration from all the students.Arjuna stopped in his tracks and listened to the message from the dome, then calmly took out the professional book he had reserved, and searched for the entries he needed.

"It's leisurely enough, unlike other bastards vying for refuge."

Through the gap formed by the drawn out books, one can see the incomplete face of the person standing opposite the bookshelf—most of it is blocked by the bookshelf.But from the familiar voice and distinctive hair color, the owner of the voice can still be identified in an instant.

There were not many students lingering in the library in the afternoon, which met the selection criteria for the conversation place.Gilgamesh put the satin album back on the shelf and yawned lazily.

"Everything has a definite number, and there is nothing worth avoiding."

"Hmph." Gilgamesh sneered, "Let's forgive your disrespectful attitude. He doesn't even enjoy the rare small talk, what a boring man."

"Your definition of small talk is obviously different from mine." Arjuna's fingertips paused on the most critical line, and he had no intention of chatting with the other party.

"The blood of a unicorn can extend life. Whether it is a dying person or an unborn fetus, if it is the latter, then his life will be infinitely cursed." When Gilgamesh's voice came, his face froze. There was a slight fluctuation in the expression of the usually stern boy - this finally relieved his seldom suppressed mood.

"This is the evil deed of a fool. Although I shouldn't be the one to announce the matter, if you are sensible, please disappear quickly, kid. The development of things is not in your hands."

The scarlet pupils reflected the widened corners of the boy's lips, and he casually handed the book in front of him.

"Return the words, senior—although I don't understand what you are referring to. If you are also interested in animal protection, you are welcome to join our association at any time. I will leave this book to you first, excuse me."

-TBC-