Malfoy's grayish eyes carefully observed the things in front of him, from the carvings on the candle body, the mysterious patterns on the surrounding stone walls, and the ravines around the coffin, he looked at everything in detail.
But he suddenly heard a howling wind, and subconsciously turned his body sideways, only to feel his arms cool down, and then a sharp tingling sensation was transmitted along the nerves to his brain.
He looked back for a moment.
He only saw that Fu Rong's blue eyes, which were usually cold and proud, were now stained with a deep red layer, and he knew that he had lost his mind at a glance.
But the red light flickered again, sometimes clear, sometimes scarlet, her expression suddenly struggled, her body trembled desperately, resisted, but continued to move involuntarily.
The wand in her hand was transformed into a sharp knife. The shiny back of the knife gleamed in the candlelight. The cold air filled the secret room with a faint smell of blood.
"Drowsy!" A rapid light flashed. While she was struggling, Fu Rong was knocked unconscious by a spell, and at the last moment of waking up, there was a relieved smile on her face.
Malfoy's reaction was quick, and he was showing no mercy at this moment.
"It's not just Haierbo, you're also a nerve." He cursed secretly while clutching the tingling wound on his arm.
Not surprisingly, this must be the masterpiece of Salazar Slytherin. As a master of Legilimency, it is also understandable to see the hunting heart and play with the psychology of the person in his heart.
Those with unrighteous intentions fell into madness under his guidance. They were too ordinary, and by the way, he achieved his goal of protecting this manuscript. Those who were not firm would also be affected to a certain extent, and Furong was on this list.
However, it can be seen that Fu Rong's actions quickly fell into a hesitant struggle, trying desperately to regain her own mind.
Otherwise, what Malfoy faced would not be physical damage that has little effect on wizards, and he deliberately turned the most threatening wand into a sharp weapon. She was trying her best to resist, but it was a pity that she encountered A real master.
The girl slumped down on the ground, the sharp blade in her hand loosened weakly, rolled a few times on the ground, and there were several crisp sounds of metal impact, without the support of the transformation technique, this knife The blade quickly reverted to an ordinary wand.
Malfoy bent down to pick up the wand, then hugged Fleur to lie down on a cold big rock on the other side, and then simply bandaged and disinfected the wound on his left hand, and finally walked to the coffin, lightly tapped the wand, and went straight to the coffin. Lift the coffin lid.
It looks very evil here, it must be dealt with as soon as possible, and then leave.
Everything seemed swift and resolute, without any hesitation.
A roll of pure black cover, with a strange smell of parchment, lying here quietly, there is no writing on the cover, it is still as new, neither white nor yellow, it is not like placing it Hundreds of years of paper.
Open the cover, the first line reads:
"I, Hai Erbo, a wizard with extraordinary talent, but some people are jealous of my talent, they add the word despicable after my name to describe me, but I don't mind, because mediocrity always likes to be jealous Genius, they don't know how far I've come on that road."
"Arrogant guy!" On the corner of the parchment, such a comment was written with a red pen. The font was crooked, revealing a sense of disdain.
Salazar didn't agree with the man's thinking.
"Almost everyone is afraid of the basilisks I created. They are afraid that I will kill them wantonly. They overestimate themselves. Killing them is just a waste of my time. I want to go further on the endless road in the future. Far."
"I want to pursue eternal life!" It is completely conceivable that an old lunatic uttered these words hysterically.
"Ridiculous lunatic." The red comment appeared again, and Salazar commented in the same way.
"Existence, what is it? I was thinking about it, and some Muggles were also thinking about it, and they gave me some inspiration."
"It's matter and soul, but the latter is dominant."
"First of all, the body will eventually decay and age. No matter what method is used, it can only delay a little. I have searched for many methods. After the body of ordinary people is transplanted, it will not last long at all."
"This looks like a scientist?" The corner of Malfoy's mouth twitched a little. The ancient Greek era had such advanced thinking. If he was not a wizard but an ordinary person, he might also be a philosopher.
Ancient Greece was the birthplace of philosophical thinking, and the word philosophy was also invented by the ancient Greeks. It is not surprising that the despicable Haierpo has similar hazy philosophical qualities.
He even put his brains to organ transplantation. Maybe he could be honored as the pioneer of organ transplantation in modern medicine by publishing a paper. Malfoy guessed that it was rejection that stumped him.
"Those mediocre people spend their lives in a daze. What's the use of having an empty body, a sound body, and a lack of thought?"
"Only thought, only soul, can achieve immortality!"
"I put the goal on the mind, how to make the soul last forever?"
"It's a question worth thinking about."
"Can a person's soul be split? After splitting, can it be fixed on some utensils? Because the body will eventually perish."
"For a complete soul, if you want to achieve the goal of splitting, what should you do? What means should be used to induce the splitting of the soul?"
"... murder?"
"The existence of those mediocre people is destined to serve me. That is their glory. In order to achieve my eternal life, their sacrifice is necessary."
"I'm going to start experimenting..."
"The first experiment, subject - ordinary wizard, gender: male, age: about 20 years old, the means of death - Avada Kedavra (death curse), the result - the death of the wizard, his own soul split successfully, the first The Horcrux was successfully produced."
"Unexpectedly smooth." Even after a second-hand translation, Malfoy still felt the visceral ecstasy of Helbo through Slytherin's handwriting, and Malfoy could even imagine him laughing smugly look like.
"The second time, the subject of the experiment—an ordinary Muggle, gender: female, age: about thirty years old, the means of death—Avada Kedavra (death curse), the result—the Muggle died, and the soul split failed, and the soul The production of the utensil failed, and the reason is speculated: lack of certain induction, the soul is still firm... "
"..."
"...Hiss, splitting the soul is really painful, to endure unimaginable torture, and at the same time it must be an evil murder..."
"It was easy the first time, why did it become more and more difficult later on?"
"Does it have to be more evil every time? Then it seems that we have to find some other way."
"The seventh time, the subject of the experiment - Muggle, method, tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and then killed - the result - the Muggle died, his own soul was successfully split, and the second Horcrux was successfully produced."
…
"The twenty-first experiment... the seventh Horcrux was successfully produced, and about 30% of the soul was consumed."
"Sure enough."
"It has reached the limit, it is impossible to split the soul infinitely, and the main soul will become more and more unstable."
"The limit is, seven times? For the time being, if this continues, I will go crazy, but now, my goal of eternal life has been achieved."
"..."
The parchment narrates up to this point, and the content after that is gone, suddenly showing a blank.