Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 76 The Soul as a Sacrifice

As early as when Hardy lost his sense of taste, he had guessed that it should be the Albanian raiders who had some unknown influence on his soul.

Now, according to Luna, the answer is obvious.

"The magic power is exhausted...the five senses are lost...the hands and feet are shrunk...the head is muddled..."

Hardy waved his wand and let the quill quickly record everything. At the same time, he thought that the above symptoms appeared one after another according to time.

It can also be simply summarized as three stages of trauma: magic, body, and spirit.

Moreover, according to the other party's description, after her uncle died, the three-eyed crow attached to his shoulder flew away directly.

According to Hardy's thinking, the Three-Eyed Raven that Luna saw may not really exist.

It is just some kind of image representing death, mostly symbolic.

A few wizards who are born with special abilities have this kind of "seeing" talent, and they were once called spirit witches.

However, there is another possibility, that is——

The three-eyed crow that Luna saw is indeed real, and there are only a few people who can see it through special methods, and they are naturally suspected to have the effect of the illusion spell.

If this is the case, then the matter will be much more complicated, and perhaps a series of tricks and conspiracies will be involved.

However, the current Hardy is not in the mood to think so much for the time being, he only knows one thing.

Compared with Luna's deceased uncle, the current self seems to be in the second stage, experiencing physical trauma.

So far, he has lost his sense of taste and part of his sense of smell. Will he lose his sense of sight, hearing and touch in the near future?
This is not good news.

"Luna, do you know what happened to him?" Hardy continued to ask, but the other party shook his head.

"What else do you need to add? I mean, any aspect is fine, and the details don't matter." Waving his wand, Hardy refilled a glass of juice for Luna.

The little witch in the single sofa was seriously thinking about memories, pursing her lips, "There's nothing left, we don't know much."

"That uncle has always been taciturn," she paused. "At that time, my father tried many methods, but it didn't work, but—"

Luna hesitated for a moment, looking at the handsome young man in front of her with slight hesitation.

"Do you have any concerns? Luna." Hardy looked gently into the eyes behind the toad mirror.

Nodding, Luna said, "Yes, there are some things that Dad won't let me say, but... I think the professor might need to know."

Hardy understood the other party's concerns. He held his wand, and rays of light flew out from the tip of the wand, spreading all over the office.

"Now, no one can hear the conversation between us, even if the mysterious person comes."

Luna picked up a cheese stick from the dessert box of "Konditorei und Cafe Buchwald", "I've heard my father and that uncle mention it before."

She took a bite of the cheese stick, and the syrup splashed on her blonde hair, but she didn't care.

"Damn curse." Luna's voice was obviously much lower, "They mentioned the punishment curse, which is a kind of black magic, but it can solve everything. It seems to be the counter-curse of this special curse."

Luna gently sucked the syrup in the cheese stick, "But they couldn't find the punishment spell, it's not something that can be easily found."

"Later, Dad also mentioned at that uncle's funeral that if the magic spell could be found at that time, many things would have changed."

After hearing all the news that Luna knew, Hardy fell into deep thought, and didn't come back to his senses until the owl clock pointed to nine o'clock in the evening.

"It's getting late, go back and rest." Hardy stood up, "Thank you very much for your reminder today, Luna."

Seeing the other party staring closely at the half box of desserts on the small table, Hardy packed it thoughtfully, put it in a brown paper bag and handed it to the other party.

"Professor, you are very popular in our college, you will be fine, right?" Before leaving, Luna hummed softly.

Hardy smiled, "Of course, but today's conversation between us, I hope you can keep it secret."

Luna nodded, hugged the brown paper bag in her arms and left.

"Punishment curse..." Hardy's eyes flickered, "It seems that I still can't get around this curse. I need a soul as a sacrifice."

Hardy opened his suitcase, and took out the animal skin paper that recorded the punishment curse. He glanced at Riddle's diary not far away, and took it out as well.

"Crash..."

As if aware of being released, Riddle turned the blank pages of his diary independently, as if a person was stretching his muscles.

This caught Hardy's vigilance and attention.

According to the previous statement, I am just a memory of my student days left in Tom Riddle's diary.

But Hardy is now skeptical.

Whether it is controlling the diary, communicating with Hardy or even thinking, these things are not like a simple memory can do.

"What else are you hiding from me, Riddle?" Hardy suddenly took the diary, and with the other hand quickly drew several complicated chains on the cover.

Soon, following the trembling reaction of several chain rings, the corners of Hardy's mouth raised an arc unconsciously.

A simple memory can't trigger several soul-related reactions, "It seems that I don't need to make a special trip to Azkaban." Hardy thought to himself.

He re-examined the diary in his hand with great interest, and speculated based on the reaction levels of the few rings just now, the "Riddle" in the diary should not be a complete wizard soul, perhaps just a fragment.

"Pieces of the soul? This may greatly reduce the difficulty of the punishment spell taking effect, but it still requires a little trick of deception."

Hardy picked up the black magic item at hand, and reviewed the method of punishing curse again.

He raised his wand aloft, and began to chant, his voice dead and hoarse, more unsettling and restless than Parseltongue.

At the beginning, the tip of the crystal wand was still glowing with white light, but soon, the white light rapidly weakened, and in the end it was only the size of a flame.

At this moment, the flame-like light suddenly turned black, and then turned into a raging fire and began to explode.

With a "poof", black light flew out of the tip of the staff, bursting into a gloomy skull in mid-air.

From the skull's deep eye sockets, two streams of mist quickly extended, one pierced into Hardy's chest, and the other was slowly swaying in mid-air...

After casting the punishment spell, Hardy waved his wand, and the black skull in mid-air dissipated immediately, but the feeling of being bound by the soul still did not disappear.

"Black magic is a double-edged sword. People who use black magic are like dancing on the edge of a knife."

Every time he uses black magic, Hardy will think of this sentence, which is the admonition of a wise man.

After careful inspection, and after confirming that it was correct, Hardy cast several hidden spells in a row, and then turned his attention to Riddle's diary again.

He opened the diary, picked up a quill dipped in ink and wrote, "A lot of things have happened in the past few days, the secret room was found, the monster was killed, and the four reliefs on the ceiling."

Soon, Riddle in the diary responded, "How did you find out where the Chamber of Secrets is? You know, Hagrid hid it very well."

"Dumbledore didn't tell me." Hardy wrote quickly, "However, this is not the focus of everyone's discussion. The focus is on the four reliefs on the ceiling, one of which was destroyed."

"Really?" Riddle in the diary seemed to be mocking harshly, "You didn't find a way to ask Hagrid, what was recorded in it?"

"As you expected, Riddle, Dumbledore and the others did have this idea. The content in the relief is too attractive."

Hardy paused slightly, and continued to write, "Hagrid also published the above content without hesitation, using a letter that the owl brought to Hogwarts and the major newspapers."

"Although some people think that this method is too crude, it is an out-and-out black magic item! Maybe this is what those big people have in common, not sticking to small things?"

"Heh, what did Hagrid say in the letter?" Riddle's handwriting quickly surfaced, without even waiting for the last line to disappear.

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