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Chapter 179 "Advanced Black Magic: Revealing the Secret"

At work the next day, Sherlock took Amy to apparate directly to the office.

Even if the staff of normal departments have apparition authority, they generally will not use this method to visit the Ministry of Magic.

Because it would be rude to Apparate directly into the office.

But in the Department of Mysteries, there is no such concern. Each office is equivalent to another private space in the Ministry of Magic, and there is no need to worry about disturbing others.

Amy is very interested in the paper airplanes used to convey messages in the Ministry of Magic.

These are actually folded out of special magic paper. When Sherlock first arrived yesterday, he went to the logistics department to get a large stack.

Usually, he doesn't contact anyone, and he basically doesn't need it, so he can let Amy spend as much as he wants.

In the office, Amy chased after the paper airplane circling under the ceiling, while Sherlock finished reading another magic document taken out of the Prophecy Hall.

So far he still has nothing to gain.

In the final analysis, the things in the prophecy hall are actually just a wizard's prediction of the future time, rather than traveling to the future.

It seems that the entire magic world has never conducted research into the future, or that the time that has left traces is easy to ponder, but it has not happened yet, and no one knows how to discover the time that no one has experienced.

The more in-depth understanding of time, the more Sherlock feels that there is little hope of returning to the correct time.

It seems that wizards from ancient times to the present have not been involved in this field, and Sherlock himself has no way to start.

Sherlock thought for a moment, and looked at Amy who was no longer chasing the plane, but sat on the carpet, threw the plane out, and then let it fly back by itself. He stood up from the chair and helped Amy lift her some The messy hair was tidied up.

"Can you do me a favor, Amy?"

Amy blinked her bright eyes.

"What does John need Amy for?"

Sherlock led her out of the office, then left the hall of time, and came to the black hall.

As soon as they walked out, the twelve black doors turned along with the circular wall, and after two or three seconds, the transmission stopped.

"Which of these rooms do you think will help me?" Sherlock asked.

Amy tilted her head, looked at the black doors around her, and didn't answer his question immediately.

She took small steps, walked hesitantly around the wall, and then stopped in front of a black door.

"Amy thinks that this place should help John." A tangled expression appeared on her delicate face, "but Amy is a little uncertain."

Sherlock walked over and patted her head.

"I trust Amy's feelings."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the black door.

This is a room that Sherlock has been in before.

The room was dimly lit, square, and sunken in the center, forming a gigantic stone pit, perhaps half the size of a football field.

In the center of the pit stood an ancient, dilapidated archway with no walls around it, and a tattered black curtain hung over it.

When Sophie brought him to the Department of Mysteries, he saw what was inside once.

Now that he is an employee of the Department of Mysteries, he naturally knows the name of this room.

Hall of Death.

A room dedicated to the study of death.

Sherlock frowned slightly. He didn't know why Amy felt that this room was helpful to him, but he still walked into this room.

There was obviously no wind inside, but somehow people could feel a gust of cold air constantly swirling in this space.

The stone steps were built very steeply, and Sherlock had to be careful every step he took down, and Amy had to use his help to get down.

Soon they came to the raised stone platform in the center.

On the ancient archway, the tattered black curtains moved without wind. Just as he was approaching the stone platform, Sherlock suddenly heard someone talking faintly!

Those voices were messy but subtle, originating from behind the black curtain, as if someone was talking or arguing.

Sherlock's brow furrowed.

He didn't rush up to the stone platform, but walked around and looked at the curtain from all angles, but he didn't find any figure.

"Did you hear anyone talking, Amy?" he asked.

Amy shook her head in a daze.

"Amy heard nothing."

Sherlock silently stared at the gently floating curtain, and found that whether he walked to the front or the back of the curtain, he could hear the voice coming from behind it.

Goose bumps appeared on his arms, and a creepy feeling rose in his heart.

So where did those voices come from?
At this moment, Amy suddenly pulled his arm.

"Here, John, there's something behind this door."

Sherlock looked in the direction of her finger, and found that there were several black doors leading to other rooms at the bottom of the stairs, separated from the stone platform.

He didn't think too much about the voice behind the curtain, followed Amy's guidance, and walked to the door she mentioned.

There is no difference between the door in the death hall and the door in the black hall outside. There is no decoration on it, not even a door handle.

Sherlock put his hand on the door and with a little force, the door opened a gap.

Warm yellow, gentle light was revealed from the gap, he opened the door completely, and a small study room was displayed in front of him.

The environment in the study is completely opposite to that of the Hall of Death.

There are not bright, but warm lights inside. There are no dark, cold stones, but quaint old bookshelves full of traces of time.

On the bookshelves, there are not many books, but there are dozens of books.

Sherlock and Amy walked in together. It doesn't look like a place where people come often, but although the decoration is old, it is not dusty.

It seems that someone comes to clean it every day, it is very clean.

Sherlock walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book from above, and saw the title on the cover.

"Inquiry into the Philosopher's Stone Elixir of Life"

Seeing the title of the book, he was taken aback for a moment, then picked up other books.

"The Secret of Immortality", "On Eternity", "How to Avoid Death", "The Living Is Immortal".
Each of these dozens of books is about the method of immortality, and this study room is all about the study of longevity!
Sherlock didn't show any ecstatic expression when he saw these things, and he obviously felt something was wrong.

Wizards are also human, as long as they are human, there are few who are not afraid of death. Not everyone is Dumbledore, who regards death as the beginning of the journey at the other end, even people like Voldemort are no exception.

If these books on longevity were really useful, they wouldn't have been thrown in a compartment in the Hall of Death without any protection.

He opened some of the books and flipped through them roughly, and the contents inside completely confirmed his conjecture.

The titles of these books are more bluffing than the other, but in fact, none of the studies on immortality in them are successful.

Most of them can only prolong the wizard's lifespan, and even if it is extended, the side effects are also great.

Sherlock simply read a few books before losing interest in them. Although he is not as open-minded as Dumbledore, he is not so obsessed with immortality.

What's more, these books are basically useless.

Just when he wondered if Amy's feeling was wrong, and there was nothing here that could help him at all.

Under the bookshelf, he suddenly found another magic book that seemed to have fallen to the ground, with only a corner of the book protruding from the ground.

Sherlock discovered this by lowering his head inadvertently. After seeing the book, he picked it up directly and saw the title of the book clearly on the cover.

Cutting Edge Dark Arts: Uncovered

The title of this book is very different from other books on the shelf, and Sherlock obviously felt that it was unusual.

However, he didn't take the liberty to open the book right here, and he could still see the bright words of black magic on the title.

The magic book is the medium through which many dark wizards pass curses, so he must be fully prepared before checking the contents of this book.

He has already flipped through the other books on the bookshelf. Some of the methods of longevity in it have strange ideas, but Sherlock has no intention of studying them in depth. Not helpful at all.

If Amy's feeling is correct, then the only book that can help him is the one in his hand.

Putting the secret into the pocket of his robe, Sherlock took Amy away from the death hall.

Before closing the black door, he took one last deep look at the pitch-black curtain, as if trying to see through it, but saw nothing but the appearance.

Back in the Hall of Time, he didn't let Amy enter the office with him, but let her stay in the Hall of Time outside for a while, and come in after he finished testing the black magic book.

Sherlock closed the office door, and Amy wandered around the Hall of Time.

She was first attracted by the conspicuous hummingbird creature hourglass, and stared at the bird that was constantly changing back and forth between shelling and shelling for a long time.

"It's like the sun and the moon."

She muttered softly, then turned her gaze to the time converters on the counter, and tilted her head slightly.

"As good as lollipops but useless."

Finally, her attention was drawn to the wall full of hourglasses, huge hourglasses that were constantly changing from silver sand to gold sand.

Amy seemed to be amazed by the brilliant golden light particles inside the hourglass, which looked like sand, but were completely different from sand upon closer inspection.

"As cool as the windmill John sent me!"

Sherlock is very serious about this "Advanced Dark Arts: Revealed".

He tapped it with his wand very seriously, detecting the fluctuation of magic power on it.

But no matter what method he used, the black magic book didn't respond, just like an ordinary book, which didn't match its name at all.

In the end, Sherlock gave up and continued testing.

He used the control magic to make the book float far away. In the air close to the ceiling, he kept flipping the pages of the book, back and forth three times, and only after it did not reveal any magic power did he regain control and fly to his own. before.

Spread the book out on the desk, the pages are full of densely packed small characters, recording various black magic techniques.

Sherlock frowned, skipping over the uncomfortable casting methods and magical effects, and finally, after seeing a few words, his movement of turning the pages of the book suddenly stopped.

"How to Make Horcruxes"

When he saw this line of words, he held his breath.

Horcruxes, of course he knows about this thing!

During his first semester at Hogwarts, he bewitched Neville to open the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, release the basilisk, and finally let him "eat" the diary as a tonic, which was Voldemort's Horcrux!
At the end of that year's term, Dumbledore confessed to him all about the Horcruxes.

The reason why Voldemort survived the killing curse that bounced back from Harry was because of the Horcrux.

The wizard who made the horcruxes, as long as the horcruxes are not completely destroyed, then he is immortal. It is through this magic that Voldemort finally achieved his goal of immortality!

Sherlock's face became calm.

He knew about Horcruxes, all from Dumbledore.

But he didn't expect that at this time, he could find a magic book about the method of making Horcruxes in the Ministry of Magic.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to read the whole part of the Horcrux.

The length is not long, and it won't take long to read these contents.

Sherlock finally let out a long breath.

Horcruxes are worthy of the title of the most evil black magic.

Split one's soul and achieve immortality in an alternative way.

Emotion is still the most important key to this magic.

To split the soul, the most extreme evil thoughts are needed to be used as a knife, tearing the soul apart with powerful magic power that most wizards do not have.

At the same time, in order to prevent the torn soul from having a bad effect on the magical ability, a fresh life needs to be sacrificed.

And the soul of this life should be extracted to act as a special energy to protect and supplement the incomplete soul of the caster.

Splitting the soul is not for the sake of avoiding the death of the main body, but also for the rebirth of the split soul.

The Horcrux formed by soul splitting is more like a kind of protection at the soul level.

As long as there is still a Horcrux, the subject will never die!
Sherlock quietly looked at the black magic book spread out on the table, his thoughts had been diverted from the evil of the Horcrux.

Instead, I was thinking, if this is what Amy feels she needs, what can it do for her?
(End of this chapter)