There were many doubtful points in the story itself, and it couldn't stand up to scrutiny. Not to mention the hatred and jealousy of a foreign witch, who poisoned everyone to death out of jealousy, and even used her own life as the price to carry out an evil curse on their souls. In the end, this kind of mentality had to be twisted to what extent.
However, based on the incident itself, it was possible that a witch from Afrika had such power.
Afrika was the full name of the African region, and the magic civilization there was completely different from that of the European continent.
It was more mysterious and strange. Astrology, poison, black magic, and curses were the most common spells.
Different tribes believed in different gods, and most of these gods were very primitive. Some were powerful magical animals, and some were simply demons.
They obtained power from the long-term worship of the tribe members and gave them some special magic.
An owl, a demon in human form, or an even more ancient and evil existence …
Using its power, it could indeed imprison everyone's soul in the owl fortress outside the city.
To be honest, if this was the content of the curse, it was indeed a little scary, but that was all.
It was difficult to say how much power a curse from 500 years ago still had left.
Moreover, with the owl's strength, Elwyn suspected that it could kill everyone nearby. This difficult task was a little too difficult for it.
Apart from its scary appearance and strong magic resistance, its real strength was very ordinary.
Two well-trained Auror could deal with it, but of course, the premise was that they had to find its hiding place.
"All the wizards who came to our wedding that day died. Their souls turned into owls and wandered around the castle, never to rest in peace. After this incident, the magic power in the territory was greatly damaged, which later led to the defeat of the Duke of Burgundy on the battlefield. This was a conspiracy, and I saw with my own eyes the decline of my country. I want revenge, I want her dead, I want her soul to completely disappear from this world, I want her to pay for what she did in the past. "
The incident it said had indeed happened. In the history of Muggle, it was known as the Burgundy Skull-Splitting Incident, and the most powerful lord in France had since retired from the stage of history.
Elwyn and Sirius looked at each other. This woman was crazy. Only hatred was left in her head …
"Since everyone turned into owls, how did you survive?" Sirius asked.
"There is a treasure passed down in my family. It is called the Mirror of Truth. My soul is protected by it. That demon cannot harm me." Ariana said slowly. He suddenly rushed forward and pressed his face against the mirror, looking very strange. "It has returned. The soul of the past is restless again. You must stop it, or it will kill everyone."
"If it's the power of the curse, the two of us might not be able to do anything …"
"No, I have a way. As long as you find that demon, I have a way to kill it!" Ariana retreated again and said eerily, "It's hidden in the souls of those damn owls in the castle. It's been hundreds of years and I've never been able to find it …"
"What do you want us to do?"
"I need your blood!" She stared at Elwyn and reached out to him in the mirror. Her long nails were a terrifying dark red. She said with a voice full of desire, "I spent hundreds of years to gradually understand that only the purest blood can break that demon's curse. With the help of my descendants, I have prepared all the materials. Unicorn's blood, Phoenix's blood, White Lion's blood … This is the only one left. I need the blood of an innocent boy."
"If it's just the blood of a boy, I think it's easy to get?" Elwyn frowned and looked at this woman uneasily.
Those ancient, evil magic did need the blood of a boy, but it was basically extinct now!
In his mind, since this spell was used in this way, it was definitely not a decent spell.
Just like the magic used by the Lord Voldemort to resurrect, it needed the blood of the enemy as a primer. This was black magic in itself.
"This is an ancient magic. It needs the blood of a male wizard under the age of fifteen to volunteer. His own magic must be strong enough, stronger than the power of the demon who cast the curse. Only then can he break her magic. I can feel that you meet my requirements …" Ariana panted as if something was about to escape from her body. Her eyes widened with all her might. "Huff, huff. Go downstairs and find the materials I prepared in the head of the eighth house-elf from the left. Then go to the dungeon of the Owl Fortress. You will find an altar there. That is the source of the power of the curse. Sprinkle your blood on it and the curse will be broken. Hurry, the power of the curse has increased again. If you don't get rid of it, you will all die, all die, ah! "
With a bang, the mirror suddenly cracked in the middle. Ariana disappeared, leaving only a deep crack on the surface.
Her shrill cries still echoed in the room, sending waves of echoes. Elwyn and Sirius stood quietly in front of the mirror. Under the reflection of the light at the end of the wand, they could only see the dark brown blood stains on the wall.
Maybe it was because of the wind, but this scary room was chilly and uncomfortable. Even the hair on their bodies stood up.
"I don't like this woman. She is like a lunatic!" Sirius said and took a deep breath. "This matter is more complicated than I thought. We'd better go back to sleep and leave here tomorrow morning."
"It's not that simple. I'm afraid we are being targeted by something. The other party will not let us go so easily. If we go back like this, we don't know what will happen tonight. No matter what kind of ghost this is, I think it's better to get rid of it in one go." Elwyn shook his head and continued, "Do you remember what she said to us when she just appeared? She actually thought that I was a student of Boosbottom. That's strange, isn't it? "
Indeed, Elwyn was only wearing a normal wizard robe. It was the style of Hogwarts, but he did not have the school emblem.
If it was purely based on the clothes, they should have guessed that they were from Hogwarts, unless …
"You mean, she saw us coming down from the carriage, so she thought we were from Boosbottom?"
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