Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Looking at the red-haired little girl in the photo, Lorne couldn't help but narrow his scarlet kaleidoscope.

His slightly dry red hair was stained with mud, and the clothes on his body looked as tattered as those worn by prisoners—it was more like a few strips of cloth hanging on his body than clothes.

More importantly... there are shackles hanging on her hands and feet, and the white and tender skin wrapped with bandages is bruised with blood and scabs, just like an imprisoned... slave?

And this little girl should be only about eleven or twelve years old.

What world is this?

Lorne looked at the scene in the photo and thought a little doubtfully.

I always feel that this little girl looks familiar…

"Mr. Geralt, where are you now?"

Xenophilius looked at the dazed Lorne and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

The oil lamp in his hand was raised high, and the dim candlelight illuminated the entire basement a lot.

He didn't mean to prepare a living sacrifice. ?

Why did the blond wizard suddenly stop moving?…

"Sorry - I'll go get ready now, Mr. Xenophilius."

Lorne, who had only seen the first photo, came back to his senses, and then remembered that there was another person waiting for him to resurrect his wife. He put these three photos in his long-sleeved shirt pocket, and then he The black scythe in his eyes began to rotate slowly.

The surrounding space gradually twisted into a whirlpool shape, and Lorne's body also twisted, and disappeared in a short time. In the silent basement, only He picked up Xenophilius, who was holding an oil lamp.

He looked at the empty ground silently, and the oil lamp in his hand shook subconsciously.

Was the magic just now about apparation?

But it didn't look like it.…

………

In a dark basement

"Is this woman the living sacrifice you mentioned? Xenophilius held the oil lamp and looked at the old witch who was whimpering on the ground with complicated eyes.

Her limbs were tied tightly with ropes, and her mouth was wrapped with a white strip of cloth, unable to speak. If you say anything, you can only look at the middle-aged man in front of you with a pair of pleading eyes.

"That's right, after all, to resurrect someone, you have to sacrifice someone."

Lorne picked up the blond hair in the photo frame, turned his head and explained to Xenophilius.

He could see that the man in front of him was hesitating in his heart because he wanted to sacrifice a stranger who had nothing to do with him. Do you feel sympathy?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly

"This witch is a well-known dark wizard in Knockturn Alley. She even served as a Death Eater in the past - maybe you want to see the mark of the dark devil on her body."

"Death Eaters..."

After Xenophilius heard this sentence, he looked slightly stunned, and then turned his attention to the old witch lying on the ground.

That pitiful and sad look will make people feel... He's just an ordinary old man here

"Mr. Xenophilius, I hope you can remember the promise you just made."

Lorne placed his golden hair on the ground and raised the corners of his mouth slightly as a reminder.

"Of course, Mr. Geralt. Xenophius no longer hesitated and nodded directly.

Sacrifice a Death Eater in exchange for the resurrection of his wife.

Thinking of this, the guilt in his heart also eased a lot.

She is a Death Eater, a Death Eater who deserves to die -

Xenophilius thought silently in his heart.

Reincarnation in the dirt -

Lorne looked at the old witch who was still struggling in front of him, and quickly tied a few knots with his hands. Seal, and then slapped it to the ground.

Dust gradually flew up, and unknown black runes spread on the ground. In just a while, a complex circular pattern was completely formed.

For the resurrected person He was already very proficient in this aspect.

So it didn't take much time at all for the dust on the ground to completely wrap up the old witch, as if she was a cicada waiting for rebirth.

Lorne stood up and took a photo He patted the dirt on his hands and stared at the human-shaped earth shell in front of him with a pair of light blue eyes.

Xenophilius, who was standing aside, also became nervous, and the oil lamp in his hand was swaying slightly.

He was excited in his heart...himself The dead wife was about to be resurrected.

After almost half a minute, the cicada began to crack completely. As the dust gradually dissipated, the figure inside completely revealed its appearance at this time. It was a person with delicate features but a sense of humor. A woman with cracked skin, her waist-length golden hair was messy and scattered on the ground, and her eyes were tightly closed, as if she was sleeping. It seems that

Miss Luna inherited her appearance from her mother.

Luo After looking at it curiously, En thought with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

Bang - suddenly there was a breaking sound behind him, and the oil lamp in Xenophilius's hand had fallen to the ground. He looked at the woman in front of him. His eyes gradually widened.

The old witch just now had turned into the appearance of his wife.

This face was exactly the same as the face in the memory.

But - why were irregular cracks appearing on the white skin?

"You just think of it as some flaws in the resurrection, which can be directly hidden through the confusion spell."

Lorne explained softly.

After all, the Reincarnation of the Earth is just a ninjutsu that plays with the souls of the dead, and there is still a big gap between it and true resurrection.

"Xenophilius?"

At this moment, a somewhat confused female voice sounded in the silent basement.

Pandora Lovegood opened a pair of black eyes and looked at the two people in front of her blankly.

She remembered that she seemed to be a demon. During the curse experiment, an accident happened... didn't he die?

"Remember Mr. Promise, I won’t disturb you."

Lorne shrugged, and then walked towards the basement stairs alone.

After pushing open the door to the room, he saw some dazzling sunlight, so he subconsciously covered it with his hands.

"My agreement with you is complete, Miss Luna."

He said softly to Luna who was guarding the door next to him.

"…Thanks."

Luna looked at the handsome blond wizard in front of her, bit her lip gently, and said softly in an ethereal voice.

"nothing."

Lorne shook his head and smiled.

Luna's father had already promised him what he wanted.

This can only be said to be a somewhat unequal transaction.