Chapter 626
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With Ravenclaw holding his hand, Allen was teleported into a cave in the depths of the Black Lake surrounding the Hogwarts. Rocks and aquatic plants were hidden outside the entrance on the wall. It was a dry space carved out by magic to isolate the lake water. Anyone who found this place and tried to get close would have to fight the controlled mermaid tribe outside without any contact with the air.
The walls of this huge cave had naturally-formed textures drawn with the blood of demons. Through his current sensitivity to magic, Allen could identify the function of the textures. It could block prophecy spells, such as divination spells, to explore this place. Moreover, the strong smell of sulfur from the lower plane of hell could also frighten most of the magical creatures, making them know to stay away from this place.
A rotten smell made Allen turn his head to the side. Some white heads were swaying in the distance. Allen focused and found that these things were zombies wearing Muggle armor. Their skin was unnaturally grayish-blue, and the smell was similar to the living dead that were resurrected by necromancy. These mindless zombies were under the control of some strange-looking demon supervisors and seemed to be carrying out construction work.
"I'm building a wizard tower." Ravenklaus waved his hand to stop the demons who wanted to come over to greet their master. "Don't worry, I used necromancy to pull these undead troops from the underworld to work for me."
Ravenclaw led Allen directly into the tower that had just been built. He found himself in a room that was completely different from Ravenclaw's tower in his memory. A staircase stood in the middle of the completely undecorated hall. The circular wall surrounding the entire hall was evenly divided by three arches. Ravenclaw led Allen directly into one of the rooms. A strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
In the middle of this sticky room, there was a pool of blood-red, motionless water. And from the strange and evil pool, a column of blue flame was springing out. The flame was so high that it reached the roof of the room on this floor. It seemed to have been burning day and night for many days.
Beside the blue flame, more than a dozen imprisoned creatures were silently floating in the air. Some bloody things were constantly wriggling on the floor, and from time to time, some pieces of flesh would fall into the blood pool.
Even though Allen himself was already doing some unscrupulous magical research, the 'more civilized' law imprints of modern adept society still made his hair stand on end when he saw this scene.
These twisted blood clots were obviously Muggle transformed by the witches' magic. They were imprisoned here and used their remaining lives to look down on their creator, Ravenclaw.
The sticky floor of this room was because the ground was covered with disgusting biological tissues, and they were crawling around the pool as if they were suffering eternal torture.
Ravenclaw was like a raven in the dark. She silently led Allen to the blood pool in the middle of the room. The silver threads sewn on her elegant blue robe reflected the blue light emitted from the blood pool. The bloody things used their bloody bodies to lay a disgusting carpet on the stone floor. Only when they instinctively made way for their creator, the male sorcerer could see the wet floor.
Allen didn't say anything. He just followed Ravenclaw and silently held the witch's pale and slender fingers to bring her warmth. The two sorcerers walked side by side to the blood-red, motionless pool.
"Mas — Master, spare me … It hurts." A piece of flesh with barely visible facial features waved its deformed tentacles that seemed to have evolved from an aorta in an attempt to attract Ravenclaw's attention. It begged with a lisp.
"Those innocent Muggle women who were judged by you also begged you like this." Ravenclaw lowered her head and said to the piece of flesh in a rather innocent tone. Then, she saw that the piece of flesh trembled but didn't dare to say anything. Ravenclaw seemed to have lost interest in them and turned to Allen. "These are the ones who framed the unlucky Muggle as a witch, or persecuted some weak sorcerers who had just shown signs of Magic Insurrection but didn't have the ability to protect themselves. Although I'm not interested in their identities, it's obvious that Helga will be sad if she finds out that I've chosen them too casually. Let these sinners show their final value."
Ravenclaw bowed slightly and reached out her hand to touch the motionless blood pool. The monsters around the pool that could make a sound began to scream in fear, while those that could not were trembling instinctively. This was because they had seen more of their companions fall into the blood-red water, and then immediately withered, crumpled, and sank to the bottom of the pool.
Ravenclaw was not affected at all. She muttered a spell and slowly pulled out her hand. She was now even paler, like the color of plaster. The witch whispered proudly, "Look."
Allen fixed his eyes on it. It was the same magic stone that was given to him by Ravenclaw's remnant when he first met her as a first-year student. It was the same magic stone that flowed with red, but it was not as red as he remembered.
"I don't have that much time to use conventional methods to accumulate so much life force for this material, so I can only overdraw the life force of these Muggle sinners. But it seems that they can't withstand this power in a short time, so they can't maintain their original human form and collapse into pieces of flesh. But this way, the life force they contain is better than letting them enter in their human form, "Ravenclaw said as if she was discussing a common magic experiment with Allen.
Allen, who had a neutral attitude towards many things, did not feel that there was anything wrong with doing this. After all, he had done some experiments with serial killers before. This also reminded Allen of the unborn French alchemist, Nico Lambert. "According to the records of his deeds and the fact that he was good friends with Dumbledore, he shouldn't have used Ravenclaw's method. So he … used the Black Death to collect the magic stones during the Black Death outbreak, which killed about 25 to 50 million people? The timing is just right … Paris is a good place. I don't know if the Philosopher's Stone needs to be 'recharged'. If Nico Lambert was lucky enough to recharge it during the plague and smallpox outbreak in Paris in the eighteenth century … There are six million people buried in the Paris catacombs alone … "
Ravenclaw was obviously surprised by the power of the plague. "The Muggle plague is so powerful? What about the Nico Lambert you were thinking of? Lambert is really lucky. She doesn't have to dirty her hands like we do … I just used the time to help you finish a half-finished product. You can collect the rest by yourself during the last time shift. "
"You know what I'm going to do next time?" Allen caught the main point of Ravenclaw's words.
"The Philosopher's Stone is just like a gift. It would be a waste if you don't make it along the way." Ravenclaw nodded. "You know a lot about the Sacred Relic of Death, right?"
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