HP: The Shadow Returns

Chapter 162 Abyss Ghost

Gunter's library is very large. Even Huerta only has some memories of the book he has read, and searching for it among tens of millions of books seems like finding a needle in a haystack.

"The Complete Collection of Dark Matters"? It seems not, "The Lost Dark Treasure"? It seems not.

She searched for the memories in her mind, excluding one book after another with an expressionless face, before preparing to go to the next bookshelf.

Dusava's voice rang out

"Master, this is "Records of Ancient Crisis". Here are the records about that box!"

After hearing this, she immediately stopped what she was doing and came to the long desk in the middle. Theodore also rushed over from another shelf.

Dusava thoughtfully turned to the page and presented it to Huerta.

"Silver binding, and a bright skull in the middle. Yes, that's it." She slid her fingertips across the paper and turned to the next page.

"Ghost of the Abyss?"

Theodore looked at the detailed description above and realized how evil this object was.

"Imprisoning the souls of the dead, erasing their consciousness, turning them into puppets, they can be manipulated by contact, but be careful of being backlashed by the abyss, advice from the darkness..."

"They generally consist of a main box and three accessory boxes. The main box is mainly used to store souls, and the accessory boxes are mainly used to plunder. However, these ghosts have a fatal weakness, they are afraid of powerful white magic."

Wilta raised his eyebrows, afraid of white magic? A bit like a dementor. Then, she saw the bottom line of words in the corner and gently slid her finger down.

"The souls of extremely evil wizards who have used the ghosts of the abyss will be exiled to hell after death, where they will be devoured by evil spirits without end, forever."

"Forever?" Dusawa repeated in a low voice, raising her head to look at herself. "In other words, they even lost the chance to die..."

Not only do you lose the chance to die, but you also have to be devoured by evil spirits. This is the most terrifying punishment for the dead in the world.

"what"

When Virta saw this, she couldn't help laughing. Her slender eyes were full of disdain, and the curve of the corners of her mouth was even more contemptuous of the warning.

"The evil deeds done during life will only be repaid after death. So for those who have been victimized, isn't the suffering while alive an unfair farce?"

“Sounds interesting, but it’s a shame.”

She picked up the box on the table casually, and continued with sarcasm in her cold eyes.

"I...will never die..."

Then a cold and arrogant smile appeared on his face. Dusava felt that Virta's figure had grown taller involuntarily, and his eyes were full of admiration and admiration for the girl.

"certainly..."

Virta happily lifted the chins of Dusava and Theodore with her hands, pulling them closer as if seductively. She cast her gentle and deep eyes on the two of them, and her gray-pink lips opened and closed slowly.

Like the whisper of a mermaid

"I will also take my followers with me...eternal life..."

Theodore raised his neck and stared at Huerta's face in confusion. It was like a firework exploding in his mind. He half-closed his eyes and was completely immersed in her gentleness.

Especially when the girl gently put his head on her shoulder and stroked her, he felt like he was about to lose consciousness.

The sweet and false love made Theodore unable to wake up as if he was drunk.

By the time he felt a little more awake, he was already in bed. The summer night was blurry, and the white gauze-textured window curtains were rising with the breeze.

His fiancée was sitting on him, and the pleasure made him subconsciously hold on to her slender waist.

"Are you awake...my dear..." the girl's smiling voice sounded.

Theodore hummed in a daze, and after waiting for a reaction, he raised his head comfortably, and a rustling sound came from his mouth, and he kept mumbling.

"I love you...I love you..."

Theodore unsurprisingly stayed in bed again the next day, while Virta got up early and went to the study, sipping hot black tea, scanning the information that Leia had tortured last night with sharp eyes.

As expected, every year, there would be premeditated problems in the transaction between a certain family and Hydera. The three attachment boxes seemed to be used by these families in turn, and the location of the main box was unknown.

It still takes time to investigate, but there is a high probability that Virta believes that the master box should be obtained from the Ministry of Magic and can be used by Death Eaters or her own people. The reason why she does not use it is also because the weakness of the Abyss Ghost is a bit too obvious.

Especially for Dumbledore, it would be superfluous not to mention that he lost his ability to move.

After writing the reply, Virta handed it to the Slav who had been waiting for a long time. The owl flapped its wings and left, her eyes falling on another thickened secret letter.

The glossy lips were slightly hooked, and the loyalty spell was revealed? And the Order of the Phoenix.

It was interesting. After reading the letter, she turned it into black mist and dispersed it in the air.

The next second, Huerta moved and appeared directly in the library.

Picking up a book about souls at random, it seems that I must quickly find a way to separate the remaining soul of my brother from Harry Potter, otherwise the savior will never die...

But to be honest, what threat could he pose to himself and his brother with his power? The most important thing is actually Dumbledore.

......

Everything went according to plan, and soon Harry Potter was expelled for using magic outside of school, but Dumbledore fought for him and asked for a chance to have a public trial.

Not surprisingly, he can still continue going to school normally.

However, Voldemort's influence on him seems to be increasing, and Harry is now sitting in the Black House at 12 Grimmauld Place.

All the members of the Order are here, coming in and out from time to time, doing their part to fight the dark events.

But recently, many members have been killed inexplicably, and the atmosphere here has become very depressed.

"Hermione is getting weirder and weirder lately"

Ron came down from upstairs at this time, holding a large bowl of Muggle potato chips in his hand and saying suspiciously. Harry bought them specially for them, in order to thank the Weasleys for taking care of them.

Mr. Arthur Weasley, who was amiable even when he was being tried, comforted him along the way. Their family was very warm.

Of course, there must be more than just potato chips, and that's just the most inconspicuous part of it.

"What's wrong with her?" Harry, who was not in a good mood, turned his head strangely and asked.

"I don't know, you know what? This is the weirdest thing." Ron ran over all the way, sat down next to him, picked up a few potato chips in the bowl and handed them to him.

"Na"

"Thank you, Ron, but I don't want to eat this now. What do you mean by not knowing?" Harry waved his hand, rejecting his brother's kindness.

"Oh my god, she's so normal." As soon as Ron mentioned this topic, he quickly came over and deliberately lowered his voice, and even lowered his eyebrows.

"You know what? It's really weird that she didn't start nagging about you and me. You know, she's been like taking care of us since the first grade."

"It's famous!"

He almost screamed at last.

Harry pursed his lips.

In the past two months, I have been tortured by various dreams and various things. It is difficult to take the time to understand these in depth. He shrugged his shoulders without thinking too much.

"Maybe Hermione has other things to do."

"Really? But what can happen to her?"

"I don't know, Ron"

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