Vol 2 Chapter 615: Sinner

Being held by Ravenclaw, Allen was apparated and brought to a cave in the depths of the Black Lake at Hogwarts. Outside the entrance on the wall, rocks and aquatic plants were hidden in it. Magic cuts off the dry space carved out by the lake. Anyone who finds this place and attempts to approach it must fight against the mermaid tribes outside that can be seen at a glance without contact with the air.
The walls of this huge cave have natural textures painted with the blood of the devil. Allen can identify the role contained in it through his current sensitivity to magic. It can shield and predict spells such as divination. This place, and the strong sulphur smell brought by this strong lower plane can also scare most magical creatures and let them know how to stay away from here.
An unpleasant smell of corruption caused Allen to turn his head to the side. Some of Bai Sensen’s heads were shaking in the distance. Allen found out that these things were zombies in Muggle armor, under their scarred skin. Presenting an unnatural gray-blue color and exuding a peculiar smell, it is these similar to the living dead who have been resurrected by necromantic magic-they seem to be constructing under the control of some strange-looking demon overseers without their minds.
"I'm building a mage tower." Ravenclaw waved his hand to stop those demons in the distance from trying to come over and greet their masters. "Don't worry, these necromantic armies are directly drawn from the underworld by me with necromantic spells. Be coolie."
Ravenclaw took Alan directly into the interior of the newly constructed tower. He found that he had entered a completely different room from the Ravenclaw tower in his memory. A staircase that was under construction stood still in progress. In the middle of the decorated hall, the circular wall surrounding the entire hall was evenly divided by three arches, and Ravenclaw took Alan directly into one of them, and a strong smell of blood came out.
In the center of this slimy room that makes people feel like stepping on it, there is a pool of blood-red, still water. And from that evil, peculiar pool, a column of blue flame was escaping. The height of the flame reached the roof of the room on this floor, and it seemed to have been burning day and night for many days.
And beside the blue flame, more than a dozen imprisoned in bubbles are floating in it silently, while on the floor, there are constantly some things squirming, and from time to time some fleshy pieces let themselves enter the blood pool. .
Although Alan’s own research on magic is somewhat unscrupulous, the
more civilized
potential imprints of the modern wizarding society still make him a little creepy when he sees this scene.
These twisted blood clots are obviously Muggles transformed by the magic of witches, and they are imprisoned here with their remaining lives looking down at their creator Ravenclaw.
And the sticky floor of this house is because the ground is covered with disgusting biological tissues that keep bleeding, and they are crawling by the pool, as if they are suffering eternal suffering.
Ravenclaw seemed to be a raven in the dark, and she led Allen towards the pool of blood without a word. The silver thread sewn on her elegant blue robe mirrored the blue fire from the blood pool. The things covered the slate floor with a disgusting carpet with their bodies. Only when they instinctively gave way to the creator witch, the witch could see the floor wet with their slime.
Allen didn’t say anything, just followed Ravenclaw, and silently squeezed the witch’s pale and slender fingers to bring her warmth. The two wizards now walked side by side to the blood-red, motionless pool. Waterside.
"Lord--Master, spare me...it hurts too much." A fleshy piece with barely visible facial features waved with deformed tentacles that looked like evolved from the aorta, trying to attract Ravenclaw's attention. And begged in a slurred voice.
"Those innocent Muggle women you tried before begged you like this." Ravenclaw lowered his head and tilted his head, said to the mass of flesh in a rather innocent tone, and then saw the other party trembling with his body. Not dare to say more, Ravenclaw also seemed to lose interest in them, turning his head to look at Alan, "These are some who have framed unlucky Muggles as witches, or have persecuted some riots that have just shown their magic but have not The self-protection little wizard, although I am actually not interested in their identity, but if the subject is too random, if Helga knows, she will be sad-let these sinners play The final value."
Ravenclaw bowed slightly and stretched out his hand to touch the still blood pool. The monsters around the pool started to exclaim in fear if they could make a sound, and instinctively shivered if they could not—because they had seen more of their companions fall into the blood-red water, and then they immediately withered and wrinkled and turned into residues. Sank to the bottom of the blood pool.
Ravenclaw herself was not affected at all. She just muttered the spell and slowly withdrew her hand. She was paler now, as if the color of plaster, and the witch whispered triumphantly: "Look. "
Alan looked intently. This was the red magic stone among the three magic stones that the other party gave him when he met Ravenclaw’s Cannian in the first grade. It just wasn’t blood red yet. To the color in his memory.
"I don't have so much time to accumulate so much vitality for this material with conventional methods~EbookFREE.me~ Therefore, I can only overdraft the lives of these Muggle sinners. But it seems that they can't bear this in a short time. This kind of power, so there is no way to maintain their original human form collapsed into a piece of flesh, but in this way, the vitality contained in them is better than directly letting them enter the human form." Ravenclaw is like exploring ordinary with Alan. Said the same magic test.
Allen, who is neutral on many things, didn't think it was wrong to do this. After all, he himself had used serial murderers to do some experiments before, which also reminded Allen of the French alchemist who was not born yet. Warlock Nicole LeMay: "Based on his deeds and his friend Dumbledore, he probably wouldn’t use Ravenclaw’s method... Then he... Collected during the outbreak of the Black Death between 25 million and 50 million people? The time is just right... Paris is really a good place. I don’t know if the Philosopher’s Stone needs to be'charged.' If so, Nicole Le May also had the luck to supplement during the Paris plague and smallpox outbreak in the eighteenth century... Six million people were buried in the Catacombs of Paris alone..."
Ravenclaw was a little surprised at the power of the plague: "Such a Muggle plague? The Nicole that you just thought of? Le May is lucky. You don’t need to get your hands dirty like we do... I’m just Use the gap to help you complete a semi-finished product, and you will collect the remaining part alone in the last time conversion."
"Do you know in advance what I have to do next time?" Allen grasped the main point of the other's words.
"The Sorcerer's Stone is just something like a gift. If you don't make it by the way, it will be wasted." Ravenclaw nodded: "You know the Deathly Hallows, right?"