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Chapter 759

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As a famous black market tycoon, Bojin had several properties under his name, as well as various businesses that were under his control. When these were all replaced by Chen Ang's true name magic, he no longer lacked the manpower and resources to conduct his experiments. Bojin, who had turned into an owl, could only watch as Chen Ang used his shop, controlled his businesses, used his connections, and even spent his money!

Even those properties that had been cursed with the 'Undying Loyalty Curse' naturally opened their doors to 'their owner'. This was because in any judgement, Chen Ang, who had taken away Bojin's true name, was Bojin himself. In fact, he was even more similar to Bojin than Bojin. Bojin could see with his own eyes how magic had taken away everything from him.

In the beginning, Bojin thought that Chen Ang had only used a powerful confusion curse to make everyone think that he was Bojin. But later on, he saw with his own eyes how Chen Ang easily took out his family's treasured magic books and related inheritances. He even boldly entered Gringotts Bojin's treasury and took out his money.

Bojin almost went crazy!

"You can't do this!" Bojin begged, "Leave something for me!" This was the most futile struggle he had when he saw Chen Ang pass the curse test and take out the Borke family's inherited dark magic book. One had to know that the Borke family had intermarried with the Blake family. His grandfather had married the Blake headmaster's daughter, Belvena.

Because of this, the Borke family had obtained a portion of the Blake family's inherited dark magic book. However, these things needed to pass the Blake family's bloodline test before they could be opened to Magi.

But now, Chen Ang was holding a shadowy magic book and reading it. This was the Blake family's book on the three unforgivable curses. It looked like a dense shadow, but in fact, Chen Ang had found it in the shadow of the fireplace in the Borke family's old mansion.

How could the shadow read it?

Bojin did not know that, in fact, he could only read it when the first ray of sunlight shone on the shadow with his Blake bloodline. But now, it was flipping around freely in Chen Ang's hand, like a burning whore who couldn't wait to dance around the thief's hand.

"Something of yours?" Chen Ang looked up from the magic book and smiled. "What something of yours? This is mine! You are a nameless person. Remember, what you have now is just an illusory memory. Except for the memory that belongs to Bojin Bock, which is also my memory, you have nothing. You are a new person. … Or an owl? Does it depend on what I want to turn you into? "

"My modified Baleful Polymorph combines the profoundness of Arcana Polymorph, the naturalness and harmony of Ancient Druid Polymorph, and the convenience and fun of Wizard Polymorph. It's a permanent Baleful Polymorph. The key lies in 'permanent' and 'malice'. Permanent means that if I don't cast a spell to remove it, you will never recover, and only I can remove this spell. "

"And the meaning of malice is that I can take the initiative, depending on whether I have good or bad intentions, to let the transfiguration magic manifest on your body. In other words, if I want to, I can give you the brain of an owl, and hope that it can contain your shallow and poor consciousness."

"Of course, if I take away your memory, you will have nothing. The name Bojin Bock will have nothing to do with you, and you will become a completely new person … or something else. If I turn you into a male dog, you will have to pray for a miracle, so that you won't have any urges for a small furry animal. "

Bojin was trembling. It was a funny thing for an owl to do. He opened his mouth and let out a mournful howl. Chen Ang raised his wand and cast a Baleful Polymorph on him. Then Bojin couldn't control his appetite for the small animals in the shadows. He flapped his wings and flew towards the squirming mouse in the dark house.

After Chen Ang turned a few more pages of the book, Bojin flew back. The owl's face had a lifelike expression of despair. Chen Ang glanced at him and casually turned him back to human form. After Bojin returned to his original form, he reflexively felt nauseous. He wanted to vomit, but the feeling of the fur in his stomach made his hair stand on end.

"I remember wizards didn't care about these things. You would eat raw frog livers, swallow a half-grown poisonous toad alive, chew a dead mouse, or even a rotten one … Why do you have such a physical revulsion?" Chen Ang asked with interest. He closed the book of Shadow Magic.

Bojin crawled forward, like a disheveled house elf. He placed Chen Ang's foot on top of his head and said in a trembling voice, "My master …" Chen Ang smiled coldly and touched his heart with his wand. Bojin immediately felt a twisting pain in his body. His body began to twist and shrink, until he looked like a bag of bones.

His head, however, did not change. It looked comically large and small. His greasy hair began to fall out. His nose became long and sharp, his ears drooped like a pig's. His face became wrinkled and wrinkled. He was naked and bony, with a pair of bulging eyes the size of tennis balls.

Boggin felt his new body, and then screamed like a fairy. He knew what he had become — a house-elf.

He looked at Chen Ang, wanting to vent his anger and fear, but an inexplicable restraint in his mind, the power of the contract, made him completely collapse. He had a splitting headache, and he had to hug a table leg and keep banging his head against it, so that the pain from the outside world would disperse the invisible pain that was working in his mind.

"Master … Master," Bojin screamed, reaching out to Chen Ang. "Forgive me, Master, forgive me."

Chen Ang threw him a broken pillowcase. Bojin sobbed as he put it on. He knew that he had been transformed into a complete house-elf. The memories of Bojin were still in his mind, but they only made him confused because a deep-rooted nature had taken root in his brain.

"You see, it's not difficult to make you obey and fear, is it?" Chen Ang smiled.

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