Chapter 242: Blood curse

"Christopher Patrick?" Professor Alastor Moody turned his head, and the bright blue magic eye the size of a coin on his right was staring at the boy in front of him.
"Yes, Professor Moody!"
"Albus seems to have mentioned you to me!" the crazy-eyed man murmured, then reached into his travel cloak, took out a curved wine bottle, and took a big sip: "Come with me, go to me Office!"
While talking, his magic eye turned a few times and checked the surroundings; the cloak dragged on the ground was pulled up a few inches, revealing a few inches of wooden artificial legs, and underneath was a claw-shaped foot... Limping, Mad-Eye Moody walked to a cabin on the edge of the Quidditch pitch.
Jon also took a vigilant look at the surroundings. After confirming that there were no portraits nearby and should not have been spotted by the kittens in Umbridge, Jon followed the pace of Mad-Eye Moody.
"Very vigilant!" Professor Moody's hoarse voice came from the front, with a bit of praise in his tone: "It's a good material to be an Auror!"
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This is not so much an office as it is a small tent.
Since the beginning of September, Mad Eye Moody moved his "office" here...In his words, the terrain is open and it can react faster when attacked by a dark wizard.
However, in Jon's view, the year of imprisonment may have also brought an indelible psychological shadow to the poor Professor Moody.
So that he dare not live in the castle now.
The furnishings inside are also very simple, except for a bed and a table, only the group of black magic detectors that Jon saw in the fake Moody's office before.
On the desk, there was something like a big cracked glass spinning top, squeaking from time to time... Crazy-eyed Moody sat down with his artificial leg.
"Sit down, too." Moody said.
Jon saw a small dusty chair in the corner of the tent... He quickly moved it to Moody's desk and sat down as well.
"Can you tell me, Professor Moody?" Jon asked with a look of Chen Ken.
"Blood curse..." The expression on Moody's face gradually became severe: "Black magic...a terrible black magic, a cruel curse..."
"The first person who used it was a notorious black wizard in ancient Greece... Helbo, the despicable Helbo, seems to be this name!" Professor Alasto Moody unconsciously buttoned his own magic eyes, Said:
"According to the record, Helbo is a dark wizard who is good at manipulating souls... He has collected the souls of many monsters. Since he is a snake-like voice, the most of them are snakes..." Moody paused. There was a violent coughing sound.
After a few tens of seconds, he continued to speak: "Hailbo has a weird and evil taste, that is, facing his prey or the wizards who betray him, he will not easily kill them... but prefer to use one A terrible spell, cursing the soul of a snake on the poor victim..."
"The curse will not strike on that victim, but will be in the mother's body, blending with the soul of his unborn child... Generally speaking, the soul of a young male wizard will be quickly affected by the soul of the snake Swallowed..." Moody's hideous face showed an extremely disgusting expression:
"That way, after the child is just born, it will turn into a snake...killing his parents, waiting for Haierbo to come and take away the souls of the two wizards!
"What if it's a girl?" Jon bit his lip and asked.
"The innate souls of female wizards are stronger. They will not be swallowed easily by the souls of snakes..." Moody continued: "The two souls will coexist in a subtle form... Under normal circumstances, in When this female wizard was young, the soul of the snake would be in a state of being suppressed; but as the years passed, the soul of the snake would become stronger and stronger. One day, they would easily swallow the soul of the witch and control the body... …"
"...It means that becoming a snake, becoming a servant of Helbo, is the fate of that witch... This is the blood curse!"
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"In general, how many years can a witch who has been cursed with blood last?" Jon asked hastily.
"Usually no more than twenty years... But some savvy wizards can use spells to slightly extend the time of this outbreak; very clever magic is required, at least I have no such ability; but this way, it will not exceed thirty years." Moody thought carefully: "Similarly, if there are a lot of negative emotions, it will nourish the monster's soul and make the blood curse attack earlier!"
"What will happen when the blood curse strikes?" Jon asked grimly.
"Before the attack, she was indistinguishable from an ordinary wizard...except for her slightly weaker body..."
"The beginning of the outbreak was limited to the night, and every night when she fell asleep, she would become a monster; but as time passed, she would not be able to transform back into a human form, and she would always be trapped in the body of this monster." Moody explained clearly.
"So what is the situation that can completely solve it?" Jon gestured: "If you make a container to lure the monster's soul out and seal it inside?"
"The idea is good, but it is very difficult!" Moody shook his head: "It can even be said that it is impossible...Because two souls have coexisted together for decades, even the most brilliant wizard can't go unscathed. It separates..."
Jon looked discouraged.
"No matter how kind and beautiful she was before the blood curse, but after the blood curse, the witch is no longer human~EbookFREE.me~ It is more appropriate to call them Maleditus! "Moody continued: "Although they can remain sane during the day, once they fall asleep, they become extremely dangerous... Controlled by the monster's soul, they will wantonly attack all the creatures that can be seen, including the most visible creatures. Closer!"
"Therefore, the Dangerous Creatures Disposal Committee of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures has a duty to execute all the blood cursed orcs before the blood curse erupts. To prevent them from causing greater harm... Although it is cruel, this is the only one. Way."
"I see, Professor!" Jon's face became a little ugly.
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He stood up and walked out the door...
Suddenly, he remembered something... Jon took out the roll of parchment Malfoy had given him from his pocket and put it back on Moody's desk.
"What's this?" Mad-Eye Moody frowned.
Jon lowered his voice and said softly: "The Dark Lord says hello to you, Mr. Crouch!". m.