Chapter 639
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Now that the purpose of the development of the staff had been confirmed, Ravenclaw looked at the pile of powder that had been absorbed by Alan's new staff after being turned into dried meat by Arbidaki's withering spell. She sniffed and said, "Let's go back to my secret room in Hogwarts first."
She snapped her fingers and Maggie the house-elf appeared in the room. She gestured for the house-elf to clean up the room and return to Ravenclaw's secret chamber in the Hogwarts with Allen. It was filled with all kinds of books and strange objects.
Ravenclaw ran her finger across the label on the huge shelf and asked, "Is there anything you want to take with you?"
Alan felt as if a boulder had been thrown into his heart. The fact that he had deliberately ignored made the atmosphere heavy. For the witches, the next time they would meet again would be nearly a thousand years later. They would not meet again in the time of the third and last conversion not long after.
It could even be said that the next time they met, the black-brown-haired Roynar Ravenclaw would no longer exist. The person they met again would be the dazed little girl with light blonde hair in his memories who haunted his dreams.
"Let me see." Allen suppressed the sadness in his heart. He did not need to be polite with her. He deliberately turned his back to the dark-brown-haired witch and went through the things on the table. The wizard walked between the bottles and jars on the table. He blindly picked up some things and put them back without even looking at them.
Ravenclaw looked at the back of the male sorcerer and brought her voice to him. She spoke calmly in a tone that was starting to show signs of becoming absent-minded. "I'll have a lot of time in the future. Is there anything you want? I can help you collect them. "
Ravenclaw casually mentioned that he still had a lot of time, which made the dam that had just been built in Allen's heart collapse again. The wizard tried to take a deep breath and raised his head slightly to prevent his tears from falling.
"I'll continue to stay here until the completion of the wizard tower and Helga..." Ravenclaw's voice softened a little. "Then I'll use the rest of the time to start collecting the power of faith and the Netherese scrolls. I don't know what we'll lack in the future. You'd better tell me in advance, or my journey will be wasted."
"Okay." Allan forced himself to turn around and walk towards the huge stone table in front of Ravenclaw. Running away was useless, so he had to do his best. "Regarding the magic plants needed for potions and attribute potions, they are either extinct or on the verge of extinction in my time. I will make a list, and you will help me collect some seeds. You will have some ability to control time in the future, and since you can make this powerful time converter that I am carrying now, I believe you will have a way to keep them in the future."
"Okay." The witch agreed immediately, even though Ravenclaw, who was staring at Allen, sounded as erratic as the clouds in the sky.
The male adept leaned forward and placed his hands on the stone table to get closer to the witch. "I will collect enough souls and return to the future to retrieve the Lifestone," he said to the witch as if he was stating a fact. "I will collect enough souls and return to the future to retrieve the Lifestone. After that, we will never be separated again."
Rona Ravenclaw didn't say anything. He just leaned his head closer to the other party.
After a while, the two of them calmed down a little.
Allen, who was sitting on the velvet cushion behind the stone table, tilted his head and let his chin rest on Ravenclaw's shoulder. He looked at the messy collection on the stone table and finally focused on the withered hand that he noticed when he first arrived. It was supported by a cushion and covered by a glass cover with complicated magical runes. "I don't feel any magical fluctuation from it. But you're covering it like this because... this is the Hand of Viktor?"
"Yes, that's it." Ravenclaw nodded his head on Allen's shoulder. "Viktor was a mortal king who turned himself into a lich. He lost his left eye and left hand in a battle with his men who betrayed him. So he turned his lost hand and eye into a powerful magical item. Although they also carry a powerful curse."
"What's the use of it?" Allen lifted the glass cover and picked up the withered hand. The cursed black air instantly entangled Allen and spread up his arm. However, it was as if it could not find an entrance. It blindly tried to drill into his flesh, but it could only stay on the surface of his skin.
Due to the power of the underworld, Allen, who had done a lot of research on curses, obviously had enough means to protect himself. After looking at it for a while, he put it back on the cushion and covered it up. The black gas that entangled his hand earlier instantly faded away, and his pale arm was as good as new.
"You're actually interested in this thing? It does have a strong magical power. If someone with the Hand of Viktor touches it directly, they will be hurt by the cold. And if the hand completely grabs you, your life force will be absorbed by it. In addition, it has the ability to affect people around it like a dementor. It can make people around it feel fear from the power of magic. During a battle, if your will is not strong enough or you don't know the Brain Seal spell, you will be affected and your strength will be reduced. " After explaining the function, Ravenclaw said disapprovingly. "Its weakness is also very obvious. You need to cut off your own hand to put it on. Also, you need to use the Eye of Viktor to maximize its power. Once you take it off, the wielder will die. Also, even if you don't cover it, it can affect the mind. Sooner or later, the wielder will gradually lose his mind, become violent, angry, and eventually go crazy. For beings like us now, it has no practical value. I only keep it as a souvenir of historical value."
Allan reached his hand out from Ravenclaw's armpit and touched his chin. "Loina, I happen to know the whereabouts of the Magic Eye. Of course, I won't wear them myself. I'll just give them away as gifts … I need you to help me build two ruins of similar styles in the future. One of them will preserve Vikner's hand and leave behind some of my forged information. As for the other one … I also need a fresh man's heart. You can put it in after I modify it a little."
Ravenklaus nodded in agreement. She did not seem to care about her hand at all. Instead, she was concerned about something else. "There's one more thing. It's about the mission you need to do for the last time conversion …"
"What?" Allen was a little confused. "Not just collecting souls?"
"Not just that. I made a prophecy about three kings, three wars, and three invasions. Consider this as you helping me bear some responsibility for the Hogwarts." The witch leaned her upper body back. She stared into Allen's eyes with her big eyes as if she was using the power to see through people's hearts. "Our previous targets were sinners who had committed unforgivable crimes or were born evil monsters. But the next target you will absorb will be the innocent Muggle. Can you bear this sin?"
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