Chapter 615 The Sinner
Holding hands by Ravenclaw, Allen was apparated by the other party and brought to a cave in the depths of the Black Lake surrounding Hogwarts. Outside the entrance on the wall, rocks and aquatic plants are hidden in it. Magic cut off the dry space carved out by the lake water. Anyone who found this place and tried to approach it had to fight the mermaid tribe outside who could be seen to be controlled at a glance without being able to touch the air.
The walls of this huge cave have natural-looking textures drawn with devil's blood. Allen can recognize the effect contained in it through his current sensitivity to magic. It can block prediction spells such as divination-like spells to detect This place, and the strong sulfur smell brought by the strong lower plane hell can also frighten most magical creatures, making them know how to stay away from this place.
An unpleasant smell of corruption caused Allen to turn his head to the side. Some white heads were shaking in the distance. Allen took a closer look and found that these things were zombies wearing Muggle armor. They are unnaturally gray-blue and exude a strange smell. These are the living dead who have been resurrected by necromancer magic—they are mindless and seem to be doing construction work under the control of some strange-looking devil supervisors.
"I'm building a mage tower." Ravenclaw waved his hand to stop the demons in the distance from coming to greet their masters, "Don't worry, I used necromancy to pull these undead armies directly from the underworld. Work as a coolie."
Ravenclaw took Allen directly into the interior of the tower that had just been built, and he found himself in a room that was completely different from the Ravenclaw tower he remembered. In the middle of the decorated hall, the circular wall surrounding the entire hall was evenly divided by three arches, and Ravenclaw led Allen directly into one of them, and a strong smell of blood came to his nostrils
In the very center of this room that feels sticky to step on is a pool of blood-red, still water. And from that strange, strange pool, a column of blue flames is bursting out. The height of the flame reaches the roof of the room on this floor, and it seems that it has been burning day and night for many days.
Beside the blue flame, more than a dozen Moran, imprisoned by air bubbles, are floating in it, and there are some bloody things wriggling on the floor, and some pieces of flesh let themselves into the pool of blood from time to time. .
Although some of the magical research Allen himself was conducting was a bit unscrupulous, the imprint of the "more civilized" potential rules of the modern wizarding society still made him a little creepy when he saw this scene.
These distorted blood clots are obviously Muggles transformed by the witch's magic. They were imprisoned here and used their remaining lives to look down on their creator Ravenclaw.
And this house has a sticky floor because it's covered in disgusting tissue that bleeds and crawls around the pool as if in eternal torment.
Ravenclaw seemed to be a raven appearing in the dark, she led Alan to the blood pool in the middle without saying a word. The silver thread stitched on her elegant blue robes reflected the blue fire that emanated from the pool of blood. Those bloody things covered the slate floor with a disgusting carpet of bloody bodies. Only when they instinctively gave way to the creator witch, could the wizard see the floor wet with their slime.
Allen didn't say anything, just followed Ravenclaw, silently clenched 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 water's edge.
"Master—Master, spare me...it hurts too much." A lump of flesh with facial features that could barely be seen was waving deformed tentacles that looked like the aorta evolved, trying to attract Ravenclaw's attention, And begged in an inarticulate voice.
"That's what the innocent Muggle women you tried begged you for.
"Ravenclaw lowered his head and tilted his head, and said to the lump of meat in a rather innocent tone, and then saw that the other party was shaking his body but didn't dare to say more, Ravenclaw also seemed to lose interest in them, Turning to look at Alan, "These are guys who have framed unlucky Muggles as witches, or persecuted some little wizards who have just shown magic riots but are unable to protect themselves, although I have no idea about their identities. Not interested, but if the choice of the target is too random, if Helga finds out, she will be sad—let these sinners play their final value. "
Ravenclaw bowed slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch the still pool of blood. The monsters around the pool who could make a sound began to exclaim in fear, and those who could not tremble instinctively—because they had seen more of their companions fall into the blood-red water, and then immediately withered and wrinkled into residue sank to the bottom of the pool of blood.
Ravenclaw herself was not affected at all, she just murmured a spell and slowly withdrew her hand, she was even paler now, as if the color of plaster, the witch whispered triumphantly: "Look. "
Allen looked intently, and this was exactly the magic stone that flowed red among the three magic stones that the other party gave him to make the magic stone when he met Cannian of Ravenclaw in the first grade—but it was not 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, so I can only overdraw the lives of these Muggle sinners. But it seems that they can't bear this kind of power in a short time, so there is no way Maintaining your original human form collapsed into a piece of meat, but in this way, the vitality contained in them is better than directly letting them enter the human form." Ravenclaw said as if he was exploring ordinary magic experiments with Allen.
Allen, who is neutral about many things, didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so. After all, he had used serial murderers to do some experiments before, which also made Allen think of the unborn French alchemist. Warlock Nicole Flamel: "Judging from his records and being friends with Dumbledore, he probably wouldn't use Ravenclaw's method... so he... took advantage of the death probably Collected during the outbreak of the Black Death between 25 million and 50 million people? The timing is just right...Paris is really a good place. If so, Nicole Flamel also had the luck to add during the plague and smallpox outbreaks in Paris 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 powerful Muggle disease? Then the Nicole Lemay you just thought of is really lucky, and he doesn't need to get his hands dirty like us... I just Use the gap to help you complete a semi-finished product, and you will collect the rest by yourself in the last time shift."
"You know in advance what I have to do next time?" Allen caught the point of the other party's words.
"The Philosopher's Stone is just something like a gift, and it will be wasted if it is not produced by the way." Ravenclaw nodded: "You know the Deathly Hallows very well, right?"