Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 740: The Way to Break the Curse

There were many doubtful details in this story itself, and it could not stand up to scrutiny. Regardless of what hatred and jealousy a foreign witch was having, she poisoned everyone, and she cursed their souls with evil at the cost of her own life. To what extent could she be twisted and manic?

But in terms of the incident itself, it was indeed possible for witches from Africa to have this power.

In Africa, the magical civilization was completely different from that of the European continent.

More mysterious and weirder, astrology, poison, Dark magic, and curses were the most common spells.

Different tribes believed in different deities. Most of these deities were primitive, some were powerful magical animals, and some were simply demons.

They gained strength from the long-term offerings of the tribe members, which gave them some special magic.

Whether it was an owl-shaped demon, or an older, eviler being, the Owl-Woman could indeed imprison the souls of all people in the Owl Fortress outside the city…

In fact, if that was the curse, it was a bit scary, but that was all.

It was hard to say how much power there was left in a curse from five hundred years ago.

And with the strength of the Owl-Woman, Evan doubted that she could kill everyone around here. That arduous task was too difficult for her.

Besides her awful appearance, she had strong magic resistance but average real strength.

Two well-trained Aurors could clean the matter up, provided, of course, they found the place where she was hiding.

“All the wizards who came to our wedding that day died, and their souls became owls, wandering around the castle and never rested in peace. After this incident, the magical power in the territory was greatly damaged, which also led to the defeat of the Duke of Burgundy on the battlefield. That was a conspiracy. I have seen with my own eyes the decline of my country. I want revenge. I want her to die. I want her soul to disappear completely from this world, and I want her to pay for what happened then!”

The thing she talked about did happen. In Muggle’s history, it was called the Burgundy Skull Incident. The most powerful Lord of France had since withdrawn from the stage of history.

Evan and Sirius looked at one another. That woman was mad and hatred was all that remained in her head…

“Since they have all become owls, how did you survive?” Sirius asked.

“There’s a treasure in my family. It is called the Mirror of Truth, and my soul is protected by it. That demon cannot hurt me,” said Ariane slowly, suddenly moving forward quickly, her whole face pasted on the mirror, looking very weird. “She’s back, and the old souls are restless again. You must stop her, otherwise she will kill everyone.”

“If it’s the power of a curse, there’s probably nothing we can do…”

“No, I have a way. As long as you can find that demon; I can kill her!” Ariane stepped back again, saying spookily, “She’s been hidden among those souls in the castle. I have been unable to find her for hundreds of years …”

“What do you want us to do?”

“I need your blood!” She looked at Evan dead, stretched out her hand to him in the mirror. Her long nails were terrible dark red. She said with a yearning voice, “it took me hundreds of years to gradually understand that only the purest blood could break the devil’s curse. With the help of my descendants, I have prepared all the materials: unicorn’s blood, Phoenix’s blood and Chimaera’s blood… This is the only thing missing. I need the blood of a lonely boy.”

“If it’s only a boy’s blood, I think it’s easy to get!” Evan frowned, looking at the woman uneasily.

In the ancient and evil magic, a boy’s blood was really needed, but now this practice had basically disappeared!

In his impression, since this magic used this thing, it would obviously not be decent magic. Just like the magic used by Voldemort for his resurrection, the blood of his enemy must be used as an ingredient, which in itself was Dark magic.

“This is ancient magic. The blood of a male wizard under the age of 15 is to be donated voluntarily; his own magic must be strong enough, stronger than the power of the demon that put the curse, to be able to crack her magic. I can feel that you meet my requirements…” Ariane gasped, as though something was going to run out of her body, her eyes wide open. “Whoo, whoo, go downstairs to the eighth house-elf’s head and find the material I’ve prepared. Then go to the dungeon of the Owl Fortress, where you will find an altar, which is the root of the power of the curse. Spill blood on it, and the curse will be broken. Hurry up, the power of the curse has been strengthened again. If you don’t get rid of it, you will all die. AAAAAAAAAAAAh! ”

With a bang, the mirror suddenly cracked from the middle. Ariane disappeared. There was only a deep crack on it.

Her mournful cry was still echoing in the room. Evan and Sirius stood quietly in front of the mirror, and in the glimmer of light at the end of their wands, they could only see dark brown blood splattered all over the wall.

Maybe because of the wind, this terrible room was chilly and uncomfortable. Even the hairs on their whole bodies stood up.

“I don’t like this woman. She’s like a lunatic!” said Sirius, taking a deep breath. “This thing is more complicated than I thought. We better go back to bed and leave here at dawn tomorrow morning.”

“It’s not that simple. I’m afraid we’re being targeted by something. That woman won’t let us go so easily. It won’t necessarily happen tonight, but no matter what kind of ghost that lady is, I think it’s better to get rid of it,” Evan shook his head, and continued, “Remember what she said to us when she first showed up? It’s strange she actually thinks I’m a student from Beauxbatons, isn’t it?”

Indeed, Evan was wearing only ordinary wizard robes. The style was still Hogwarts’s, but without the school badge.

“Just looking at the clothes, one should guess that they were from Hogwarts, unless…”

“You mean, she saw us coming down from the carriage, so she thought we were from Beauxbatons?”

“Maybe, but it may not be she herself, she can only appear in this magic mirror!” Evan checked the broken mirror in front of him, as well as the girl’s crooked rune. “I think this woman may have something to do with the Owl-Woman I just met, and things are not as simple as she said.”

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