Chapter 316: Attacked

Malfoy's gray eyes carefully observed the things in front of him, from the carving of the candle body, the mysterious pattern of the surrounding stone walls, and the gullies around the coffin, no matter what size.
But he suddenly heard a whistling wind and turned his body subconsciously, only to feel his arms cool, and then a sharp tingling sensation passed down the nerves to the brain.
He looked back instantly.
I only saw the blue eyes that Furong used to keep cold and proud, but now it is stained with a deep layer of red. At first glance, I know I have lost my mind.
But the red light appeared again and again, sometimes clear, sometimes scarlet, her expression suddenly struggling, her body trembling desperately, resisting, but involuntarily continued to move.
The wand in her hand was transformed into a sharp knife, and the shiny back of the knife shone under the candlelight, and the cold air was faint, and the slight gas permeated the chamber.
"Fallen!" A rapid flash of light flashed through. While she was struggling, Furong was stunned on the ground by a curse. At the last moment of waking up, there was a relief smile on her face.
Malfoy responded very quickly, and at this time he didn't show mercy at all.
"It's not just Haierbo, you're a nerve too." He scolded the stinging wound on his arm.
Unsurprisingly, this is certainly a masterpiece of Salazar Slytherin. As a master of ecstasy, seeing the happy heart and playing with the psychology of the people in the heart can also be explained.
Those with improper mental skills fell into madness under his inducement, which was too ordinary. By the way, he achieved his purpose of protecting this manuscript. He was not very determined and would be affected to a certain extent. Furong is here.
However, it can be seen that Furong's behavior soon fell into a hesitant struggle, trying to restore his own consciousness.
Otherwise, Malfoy faced, it would not be physical damage that had little effect on the wizard, but also deliberately turned the most threatening wand into a weapon. She tried her best to resist, but unfortunately encountered A real master.
The girl slumped down on the ground, the sharp blade held tightly in her hand loosened loosely, rolled a few times on the ground, jingled with a few sounds of crisp metal crashes, without the maintenance of the Transfiguration, this The blade quickly returned to a normal wand.
Malfoy stooped down to pick up his wand, and then lay Furong on the other side of a big cold stone, and then sterilized his left hand with a simple bandage, and finally walked to the coffin. The wand tapped and straightened. Lift the lid.
This is a very evil way, it must be dealt with as soon as possible, and then leave.
Everything seemed swift, and there was no hesitation.
A roll of pure black cover, with a breath of evil parchment, lies here quietly, without any writing on the cover, it is still as new, neither white nor yellow, it is not like placing it at all Paper for hundreds of years.
Open the cover, the first line reads:
"I, Haierbo, a talented wizard, but some people are jealous of my talents. They added the word mean to my name to describe me, but I don't mind because mediocrity always likes to be jealous. Genius, they don’t know how far I’ve been on that road."
"Crazy guy!" On the corners of the parchment, such comments were written with a red pen, and the font was crooked, revealing a disdain.
Salazar did not agree with the man's idea.
"Everyone is scared of the basilisk I made. They are afraid that I will slaughter them indiscriminately. They overestimate themselves and slaughter them. It is just a waste of my time. I want to go further on the endless road in the future. far."
"I want to pursue eternal life!" It is entirely conceivable that an old lunatic hysterically said this sentence.
"The ridiculous lunatic." The red comment appeared again, and Salazar said so.
"Existence, what is it? I'm thinking, some Muggles are thinking about this issue, they gave me some inspiration."
"It is matter and soul, but the latter is the dominant one."
"First of all, the flesh will eventually decay and age. No matter what method is used, it will only play a role in delaying after all. I have searched for many ways. After the flesh of ordinary people has been transplanted, it will not last long."
"Is this still a scientist?" Malfoy's mouth twitched a little, and the ancient Greek era had such advanced thinking. If the identity is not a wizard, but an ordinary person, maybe a philosopher.
Ancient Greece was the birthplace of philosophical thought. The word philosophy was also invented by the ancient Greeks. It is not surprising that the mean Haierbo has some similar hazy philosophical accomplishments.
He even moved his brain to organ transplantation. Maybe a paper can be regarded as a pioneer in organ transplantation in modern medicine. Malfoy guessed it was rejection.
"Those mediocrities spend their lives in turmoil, with empty bodies, healthy bodies, and lack of ideas, what's the use?"
"Only mind and soul can achieve immortality!"
"I put my goal on my mind, how can I make my soul sustainable?"
"This is a question worth thinking about."
"Can the human soul split? After the split, can it be fixed on some utensils? Because the flesh will eventually die."
"The complete soul, if it wants to achieve the purpose of splitting, what should be done? What means to induce the splitting of the soul?"
"……murder?"
"The existence of those mediocre is destined to serve me, that is their glory, and in order to achieve my eternal life, their sacrifice is necessary."
"I'm going to start experimenting..."
"The first experiment, the test object-ordinary wizard, gender: male, age: about 20 years old, means of death-Awada Suoming (death curse), the result-the wizard died, and his soul split successfully, The first Horcrux was made successfully."
"Unexpectedly smooth." Even after the second-hand translation, the mean ecstasy of the mean Haierbo, Malfoy still felt through Slytherin's handwriting, and Malfoy could even imagine that he laughed proudly. Looks like.
"The second time, the test subject-ordinary Muggle, gender: female, age: about 30 years old, means of death-Awada Suoming (death curse), the result-the Muggle died, his soul split Failure, Horcrux production failed, speculated reason: lack of certain inducement, the soul is still firm..."
"..."
"...Hiss, the split soul is really painful, to endure unimaginable torture, and at the same time must be an evil murder..."
"It was simple for the first time, why was it more and more difficult later?"
"Does it need to be more evil once than once? Then it seems that you have to find some other method~EbookFREE.me~The seventh time, the test subject-Muggle, means, tortured by the heart-cursing curse-and then killed- The result-the Muggle died, his soul split successfully, and the second Horcrux was successfully made."
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"The twenty-first experiment..., the seventh Horcrux was successfully made, and its own soul consumed about 30%."
"Sure enough."
"To the limit, infinitely splitting the soul is impossible, and the main soul will become more and more unstable."
"This limit is seven times? For the time being, if I continue, I will go crazy, but now, my goal of immortality has been achieved."
"..."
The parchment narrative is up to this point, and the rest of the content is gone, showing a blank space abruptly.