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Chapter 40 "Soul Stitching"

Having experienced it twice before, Sherlock is already very familiar with the reaction to the imprint on his left arm.

But familiarity does not mean habituation.

On the contrary, the sudden burning sensation in the library made him startled.

There were two reactions before the imprint, one was when they met Malfoy and his son at Lihen Bookstore, and the other was when they ran into Neville in Hogwarts.

But now he is in the restricted book area, which is usually a place where students are not allowed to enter. There is no one around, only countless banned books on the bookshelf.

The burning sensation on his left arm did not stop abruptly this time, but continued uncharacteristically.

Sherlock frowned at this odd reaction.

He took a few steps back, retreated from the restricted book area, and returned to the regular book area where the students were studying. At the same time, the burning sensation on his left arm disappeared quietly.

Then, he moved forward again, and re-entered the restricted area, and the burning sensation on the imprint returned, as if the imprint was reminding him of something in this way.

Sherlock was lost in thought.

He clutched his arms and began to walk along the first row of bookshelves in the restricted area. The closer he got to the inside, the stronger the burning sensation on the imprint, until he reached the penultimate sixth row of bookshelves, the burning sensation reached a peak .

Continuing to walk further, that feeling began to weaken instead.

Aware of this situation, Sherlock felt more and more that his guess was correct. The mark on his arm was trying to tell him some message, and the source of the message was on this row of bookshelves.

He stood in front of the sixth-to-last row of forbidden books, stretched out his left hand and gently slid across the first row of forbidden books on the bookshelf.

The burning sensation is still there.

He continued to row across the second row of banned books.

Still no change.

And just when his fingers touched the first book of the third row of books, a slight tingling sensation, like a needle prick, suddenly stimulated his left arm!

Immediately the burning sensation subsided, as if it had never reacted.

But Sherlock already understood that what he wanted to get was this book.

He gently pulled out the thin forbidden book of magic from the shelf, and then Sherlock saw the name of the book from the light next to it.

"Soul Stitching"

The title was handwritten in black ink, and judging by the way the letters were written, it hadn't been created very long ago.

The whole book is very thin. If you look at it roughly, there are only about a dozen simple pages. It is said to be a book, but it is more like a notebook.

The texture of the book is somewhat similar to parchment, but the thickness is obviously thinner.

Sherlock stared at the title of this strange book for a moment, and instead of opening it immediately, he went to Mrs. Pince's place and registered the book.

When registering, he secretly watched Mrs. Pince's expression.

She hasn't changed too much from the beginning to the end, as if what Sherlock lent was just an ordinary forbidden book.

From the cover of the book, to Mrs. Pince's reaction, the book looks unremarkable.

But Sherlock, who had already walked out of the library with it, knew very well that the thing that could react to the imprint on his left arm was definitely not something ordinary.

Back in the office, he locked the door from the inside, and then took the "Soul Stitching" and sat down at the desk, facing up and laying it flat in front of him.

In the wizarding world, basically adult wizards would have warned their children.

Do not open magic books, boxes, and bottles of unknown origin!

This sentence is just like parents in a normal society reminding their children to pay attention to passing vehicles before crossing the road.

Even Sherlock, a "rookie" who has only been in contact with the magic world for four months, has heard countless times of warnings from adult wizards to young wizards.

Facing this kind of books of unknown origin, he already knew the correct way to deal with them.

Pulling out his wand, Sherlock tapped it lightly on the cover of the book to check if there were traces of magic power inside.

Then he used a universal cracking spell on Zhuanshu.

After a breeze passed by, nothing changed.

In the last step, he took a step back and raised his wand slightly one meter away from the desk.

The first page of the book was opened without incident.

From a distance, Sherlock saw the title page, which was blank, not even a little bit of ink.

The wand was raised again, and the blank title page was turned over. On the first page, he finally saw the contents of the book.

Even though there are still no accidents, he still didn't move forward, but stood one meter away and began to read the contents of the book.

[When I escaped from Nuoka Town by narrow escape, I realized that my state was not right. 】

[The long-term cruel abuse, although it didn't make me crazy, it still caused damage to my soul. 】

[Of course, I was just skeptical at first, but after a series of self-tests, I confirmed my current situation. 】

【My soul was torn apart. 】

[The effect of this kind of tearing is usually not visible, but the soul is the key to magic.Because of this tearing, my magic level has deviated, and the power of using spells is not as good as before. 】

[I know that I have to find a way to solve this problem, my enemies will come to me again, I must ensure that my strength will not drop. 】

[The first method that came to my mind was potion. As the most common healing method used by wizards, perhaps among the millions of potion formulas, there is one that heals the soul. 】

【I wrote to ask my teacher, but he told me that there has never been any kind of potion that can affect the soul of a wizard. The performance of potion can only be reflected in the body, and magic is the reflection of the soul. 】

[Well, the teacher at least provided me with a direction. Magic is the reflection of the soul, especially those ancient magic. 】

[I searched through almost all the ancient magic books I could find. There are indeed countless ones that target the soul, but there is not a single one that heals the soul. 】

【ha!The wisdom of the predecessors is nothing more than this. Since there has been no such magic since ancient times, it is up to me to create it myself. 】

[The healing of the soul is very troublesome, but fortunately, the soul is the same as the body. If it is damaged, it will also repair itself, but this time is very long. 】

[Especially in the torn state, the difficulty of repair is even more difficult. 】

[Just when I was in trouble, a Muggle surgery inspired me. 】

【When the Muggle's body has too big a wound, they will use needle and thread sutures to reconnect the wound to speed up the healing process. 】

[It seems rough, but this is actually a rather wonderful idea. 】

[Since the soul and the body are common and have the ability to heal themselves, can I also sew up my torn soul to speed up its healing, just like Muggles stitch wounds to speed up recovery? 】

(End of this chapter)