Chapter 95：

Voldemort noticed that Nagini seemed to be asleep, and he immediately used his remaining magic power to release the spell.

John looked towards the direction of the cabin, and the curse that rushed straight at him like a laser beam made people's scalp numb.

He fell down as fast as possible and came to the sleeping snake.

Grabbing the big snake's tail, John decisively used phantom.

The two figures huddled together and left before the evil curse arrived.

The forest land collapsed, and Voldemort's attack directly changed the landscape.

But even so, Voldemort still couldn't keep John.

He roared in the cabin, and the animals that heard the sound were immediately killed.

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Outside Belby Manor.

"Crack-!"

There was an explosion and a big snake was thrown out.

John's face was pale, and his Apparition was only level 2. This kind of long-distance travel with a snake really made him very tired.

When he left, he also heard Voldemort's cry. The sound struck straight into his soul, as if his head was about to burst.

"As expected of the second generation Dark Lord, with this strength, even without a wand, he is extremely dangerous."

With an expression full of fear, John thought of Tom Riddle. The young version of Voldemort was only in his fifth year, but he also showed the strength of an Auror.

It was hard for him to imagine how powerful Voldemort was at his peak.

Perhaps if it weren't for Dumbledore, Voldemort would have ruled the wizarding world long ago.

After narrowly escaping from death, even John, who had fought several times, couldn't help but his heart beating rapidly.

Grabbing the big snake's tail, he dragged the big snake towards Belby Manor.

Damo Alex was still a little depressed. He just took a nap, but when he woke up, John was gone.

We agreed to treat each other’s achievements as achievements, shouldn’t we just take the results and run away?

Thinking of this, Damo Alex panicked. For him, being robbed of his honor was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Be the first to strike first and release it in advance so that he can't take it away."

Damo Alex's blood magic potion has not been tested yet, but in order to preserve his honor, he started writing letters.

After revising and revising it, when he was about to send the results out, John came back.

"Dharma Alex, is there a dungeon or something like that? It would be best if it has barrier magic."

John's current appearance is strange no matter how he looks. There are grass roots and leaves in his hair. It's obviously not raining, but there is dew on his clothes.

The most important thing was the thing he was holding in his hand, which was a twelve-foot-long snake that was dragged into the manor without knowing whether it was alive or dead.

"John, what are you doing?"

Damo Alex had even forgotten the letter in his hand. He watched John go and come back, and immediately wanted to chase John and ask where he had gone.

But John didn't give him this chance, so he had no choice but to go back and lead John to the Belby's dungeon.

Throwing the big snake in, John also applied enchantment magic to the dungeon.

Seeing Damo, Alex was confused.

"Huh...it's finally done. Now we have the materials for our experiment."

After everything was done, John touched the non-existent sweat.

He glanced at Damo Alex, who was wearing a cloak and wearing a luxurious cane and was about to go out, and asked doubtfully: "Are you going out?"

"Uh... I'm not in a hurry." Damo Alex put away the letter with a guilty conscience.

He recalled what John had just said and said in surprise: "You just said...experimental materials?"

John asked the house elf to prepare a cup of rich and sweet hot chocolate for him, nodded and said casually: "This is a blood curse patient."

"What?!"

Damo Alex, who was planning to question him, immediately had his eyes light up. He was not even afraid that the sleeping snake would wake up and ran directly into the dungeon.

He raised and lowered his hands on the big snake, as if to detect this rare blood curse patient.

"I guess that this blood-cursed orc has been transformed, but it seems that her soul still has some preservation. We can try to start from here."

Taking the rich, sweet hot chocolate from the house elf respectfully, John took a sip.

In the past, he might not have liked the cloyingly sweet taste, but now he drank it in large gulps.

After drinking the hot chocolate, John's pale complexion finally improved.

"Why does this big snake keep sleeping?" Damo Alex noticed something was wrong with the big snake. He was making such a big movement that he had no intention of waking up.

John drank the rich and sweet chocolate quickly and pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Oh, I used a method similar to a sleeping spell. I will probably sleep for a few months."

Hearing this, Damo Alex asked curiously: "How many months?"

John coughed twice and said with some embarrassment, "About two or three months."

"You must have cast the sleeping spell on it dozens of times." Damo Alex was shocked.

If the sleeping spell is cast dozens of times, even a fire dragon will sleep forever.

It was also the first time for John to use black unicorn powder, so it was normal for him to be unable to control the dosage.

He said confidently: "This is just right. It allows us to test it well."

Damo Alex agreed when he heard that this big snake would not be a good baby in terms of size. It might be easier to test after being comatose.

Seeing that he was convinced, John breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, John saw a silver thread floating in front of his eyes. He was slightly startled. The thread was connected to the big snake's body.

Reaching out to touch it, the sad and gentle voice sounded again.

"Save me, end my pain."

The sad voice seemed to be desperate.

John pondered for a moment and tried to respond: "I'm working hard."

His voice was transmitted into the snake's body through the silver thread, and the owner of the voice seemed to hear it.

There was a tremor of disbelief in her voice, "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, so please don't give up, I'm working hard to get you out of the curse."

John's voice became softer. It seemed that the voice was able to come out because the big snake was asleep.

Every bloodcursed orc is a tragedy, and the poor man suffers a doomed fate without even having any fault.

John said solemnly: "Believe me."

When these three words were spoken, it was clearly a young voice, but people couldn't help but trust it.

Nagini's about to be broken soul sprouted a power, and she made a voice again.

"Who are you?"

"John Wick."

As the words fell, the silver thread in his hand shattered and floated towards the big snake. Their conversation ended.

John stared blankly at the silver light floating in his hand, like a broken soul.

Dreamy, poignant.

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Chapter 110 The road to redemption and the countdown to the start of school

[Ding, trigger the mission, the road to redemption, get the reward: any point +1, blessing the soul walker]

The system triggered a redemption mission to break the blood curse.

This made John even more concerned about this matter.

August 21st.

"Add some fire ash snake eggs to test the blood magic potion this time."

Although I knew it would be difficult to break an ancient curse, I didn't expect it to be so difficult.

John threw his coat casually to the house elf, and Alex drank the refreshing potion, and the smoke coming out of his ears turned black.

The two people took the improved blood magic potion and gave it to the sleeping snake to drink. In the eyes of the two of them looking forward to it, the snake showed no change.

"Failed again."

Damo Alex sat down tiredly, all the etiquette and grace he used to pay attention to were gone.

After scratching his remaining hair, he took out his quill and scratched out the recipe on the parchment.

John took a big gulp of the rich and sweet chocolate, his face showed visible fatigue, and said: "Compared to the changes in the body, the patient's soul has also been eroded."

"Start with the soul, John, the soul is a taboo."

Hearing John's guess, Damo Alex raised his head and looked directly at John, and said with seriousness and seriousness: "Throughout the ages, those crazy dark wizards have been pursuing the study of the soul. These are all It’s extremely evil, and none of them have a good ending.”

"I know, Damo Alex, you should know that this is not an easy thing."

John rubbed his brows tiredly and said calmly: "I have always believed that there is no evil magic, only evil wizards."

"I don't want you to go astray. We are partners and friends."

Damo Alex stood up reluctantly. His already thin body was now even more thin, as if there were bones connected under a layer of skin.

He took off the key on the wall, and the barrier appeared again in the dungeon.

John walked out of the dungeon, it was sunset outside, and the day passed like this.

"I think I won't be able to accompany you from now on, my friend."

It was almost time for the school year to start, and John didn't buy anything except the books sent by Hagrid.

These days, he can see silver threads every few days, and only he sees them.

He asked Damo Alex, and the other party said there was nothing. He even tried to touch it, but the silver light just passed through his palm.

This made Damo Alex wonder whether John was deceiving himself.

"It seems that only those who have learned ancient magic can see it."

John fell into deep thought. He communicated with the soul inside the big snake and knew her name.

"What a vicious curse. It changes the body, changes the race, and consumes the soul."

He felt shuddering. The person who invented this curse was both genius and evil.

It was like he was in a game of chess, facing an ancient existence. It was extremely difficult for him to defeat this unsolvable curse.

"Nagini can't last long, I should give her something to strengthen her soul."

Nagini's soul is getting more and more broken. John is not sure whether she can survive this year. He needs something that can heal her soul.

When it came to souls, John thought of unicorn horns. Perhaps unicorns that could also release powerful curses could help.

"Let's try it."

With a deep sigh, John became more and more familiar with Nagini.

He knew Nagini’s life experience. He was a poor person.

The blood curse was inherited from her mother, who grew up in a circus.

After leaving Belby Manor, John went back to take a deep sleep.

Even though two hours of sleep was enough, John mentally chose to stay in bed for a while.

When he woke up the next day, he rarely slept until noon.

Habitually picked up a copy of the "Daily Prophet", which said that Sirius was still on the run.