Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 84 Curse
"You go back first." Ike whispered to the four of them.

With one victim already present, Stewart and others were slightly safer.But it still cannot be ruled out that Comrade Xiaofu suddenly went crazy and created new attacks in the public.

"Go back to the dormitory, it's safer than here." Seeing that the four of them were unmoved, Ike quickly persuaded them.

"Then you are here..." Stuart asked.

"I want to confirm something." Ike shook his head and signaled the four of them to leave quickly.Although Stuart and others were worried when they saw this, they also decided to follow Ike's arrangement and left against the crowd.

After the four left, Ike took his attention back.He came to the front, frowned, and looked at Roger who was lying motionless on the ground from afar.

Taking out the glasses from Dumbledore from his pocket, he felt a little relieved.

There was still magic flowing in Roger's body, slowly but surely, which meant that he was still alive, which was a good thing.

Ike was very afraid that Comrade Xiao Fu would directly kill the killer, which is not impossible.It looks good so far, but not in the future.

"Get out of the way, don't crowd around here, go back to the dormitory!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the crowd, and the crowd naturally gave way to her voice.

"Prefects, take back all the students from your own college!" Professor McGonagall ordered again, with a very serious tone.

Just then, a Ravenclaw student raised his hand, with audible fear in his voice: "Professor, I...we don't have any prefects..."

Professor McGonagall glanced at the student, and then at Roger who was lying on the ground. Before he could speak, Professor Flitwick arrived.

"I'll take them back first, Minerva, and I'll look for you later."

"Please, Felius."

Professor Flitwick nodded slightly, clapped his hands, and attracted the attention of the little eagles.

"Okay, kids, go back to the dormitory with me now, and sleep well."

The eaglets followed Professor Flitwick one by one, and walked towards the direction of the Ravenclaw tower.Ike didn't move, still standing where he was, quietly staring at Roger and the blood on the wall in a daze.

Professor McGonagall knew something, so he didn't make a sound, but urged the prefects of other colleges to take the students back quickly.

After a noisy moment, only Professor McGonagall was left beside Roger.

"Mr. Strayer," said Professor McGonagall, "help me carry Mr. Davis to the school hospital, where Dumbledore and the others are waiting for us."

Ike nodded, took out his wand and nodded in the air, and Roger's body immediately floated up.Then he followed Professor McGonagall and walked in the direction of the school hospital.

When they arrived at the school hospital, Dumbledore, Snape, Sprout and Madam Pomfrey were all there.Madam Pomfrey took Roger and put him on a hospital bed, and then began a series of examinations.

After a while, Professor Flitwick, who sent the students off, also arrived.After waiting for a while, Madam Pomfrey sighed helplessly. Seeing this, Dumbledore asked, "Bobby, how is Mr. Davis?"

"He's still alive, that's all I can say." Madam Pomfrey looked sad and puzzled, "But I can't tell why he became like this."

"Maybe it's black magic, maybe it's a curse, I'm not sure, it's something I've never seen before."

Dumbledore walked to Roger's bed in silence, took out his wand, and said some kind of spell in his mouth, and the tip of the wand emitted a sky blue light.

Lightly tapped on Roger's head, the blue light rippled like water ripples, spread out in circles, and then disappeared into Roger's body.

Faintly, a black mist emerged from Roger's body, but it retracted as soon as it appeared.

"I probably know what it is." Dumbledore said, putting away his wand. "It's a curse, an evil, cruel curse."

There was a slight pause, as if lost in memory, Dumbledore hadn't spoken for a long time.

"What curse? Albus?" Seeing this, Professor McGonagall could only interrupt Dumbledore's thinking.

"Sorry, Minerva." Gathering his senses, Dumbledore continued, "That was almost 50 years ago..."

"At the beginning, I traveled with... that person, looking for the true meaning of magic. In Istanbul, we accidentally got involved in a troublesome matter..."

"That was the first time I saw this curse..."

Pushing the glasses on his nose, Dumbledore went on to say: "We all know that in the land of Africa, besides the Waggadu School of Magic, there is also the inheritance of Voodoo. These are the two largest magic inheritances in Africa. branch."

"But in some small tribes, there are still some primitive magic handed down from ancient times..."

"Because these magics are very weird and contrary to our magic cognition, so in the eyes of many people, they are weird and evil. But in fact, in my opinion, these magics..."

"Albus!" Seeing that Dumbledore's words became more and more deviant, Professor McGonagall immediately interrupted.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Minerva." Dumbledore smiled, "What did I say just now... Oh yes, curse!"

"Yes, a very primitive but vicious curse!"

"It has only one function, and that is to continue life!"

Dumbledore glanced at Ike inadvertently, and then said: "It can connect the life of one person to another, but unilaterally, the life force of the cursed person will slowly nourish the other person, and this process will last for a while. Up to two months, until the life force of the cursed person is completely sucked dry."

"During the whole process, the cursed person is completely unconscious like Mr. Davis, and will only wake up when his life is completely exhausted, but only for a moment."

"At that moment, all the accumulated pain of the cursed person in the past two months will be superimposed and burst out instantly, and then sacrifice his last life to the person who cast the curse."

"Is there no way to crack it? Albus." Professor McGonagall asked.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "As far as I know, there is no other way than to kill the caster."

The school hospital fell into dead silence, so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard clearly.

"Mr. Stryde..." Dumbledore looked at Ike with a calm expression in his eyes, "You have to hurry up and find him. Although this curse will last for a month or two, the lost vitality is not so easy to recover. If it takes too long, Mr. Davies will permanently lose a piece of it."

Ike is not surprised that Dumbledore made the matter clear in front of so many people. At this time, all the people in the school hospital are his staunch supporters, and it is not surprising to know some things about Ike.

In fact, when Ike saw that there was no Lockhart in the school hospital, he knew that this scene was bound to happen.

"I understand." Ike nodded, and then asked back, "But professor, am I the only one?"

"Yes, Mr. Strider . . . "

"No one else can interfere in this matter," said Dumbledore. "Remember the blood on the wall?"

"Remember: come to me, this is the first!"

"Yes, Mr. Strider, I can tell you clearly that it is also an ancient contract magic that only works on you." Dumbledore's expression looked a little serious, and his tone was much more serious, " Remember that special gift you received at Christmas? This contract has been signed since then without your knowledge..."

"Sacrifice your precious life as a sacrifice to the demon god. Under the power of magic, you signed a life and death contract."

Dumbledore took out a magic wand that looked like a human finger bone and pointed it at Ike, and the tip of the wand emitted soft white lights to surround Ike.Under the illumination of the white light, Ike was surprised to find that wisps of blood-colored red mist suddenly appeared in his body.The red mist slowly gathered, and finally formed two entangled snakes above the head.

"Sure enough, as I expected." Dumbledore sighed.

"A life-and-death contract, you and him can only live one..."

(End of this chapter)