Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

When he was busy, he seemed to lose track of time. It was already a month later that Moqil opened the box containing the soul echo potion again.

Some things cannot be avoided, especially when Zhang Xue told him that there has been a breakthrough in the magical curing agent of Legilimency. Although Brother Lehman is still stuck in the middle, the improvement of Legilimency has been It got to the point where it had to be done.

After confirming that v2.1 had been backed up for two months, and confirming that the office had cast dozens of defensive spells and had dozens of alchemy items for protection, Moqil carefully dug through the box from the deepest part of the box. After finding a small transparent bottle filled with solution, Moqier rubbed the bottle cap with some reluctance. The potion flowed like molten gold in the bottle. This was something he had treasured for a long time - Zhen·82 Year's elixir (made by Professor Slughorn).

Mochir is a staunch atheist, but this time, he really hopes for God's blessing.

People who drink the blessing elixir will have particularly good luck and everything will go smoothly. Moqier feels that even if the gods do not bless him, the magic potion will.

Lying on the bed, Mochier drank the bottle of Felixir first. Slowly, nothing seemed to happen, but there was a definite and extremely exciting feeling flowing through his body, as if there were infinite opportunities. .

It seems that there is a voice in the dark telling myself: "You can do anything - everything, including drinking that bottle of death echo."

The Felixir seems to know his wish and thinks that drinking Soul Echo is indeed a good choice.

Mochir smiled and picked up the bottle of lavender potion in his other hand. If it had been a minute ago, he would have seriously considered whether it would be possible to drink two potions with different effects at the same time. Have life side effects, and then hesitate for a while.

But at this time, his mind seemed to be guided by luck, and he swallowed the potion without hesitation.

Mochir originally thought that the soul echo would have a spicy taste and the feeling of fire exploding in his throat.

But he was wrong. When the purple potion flowed into his throat, Mochir felt like he had taken a sip of boiled water. His mind was running very fast. He understood almost instantly that the deepest pain was... It is not the ups and downs in life, but it soaks you like water, so that you can never see the hope of the end.

There was a cold touch on his cheek, and Moqil felt his body being dragged by some force. He opened his eyes drowsily, and there was an elegantly dressed woman dragging him into the bedroom.

The instinct of survival made Mochir struggle. He wanted to get up from the ground, but his body seemed to be under a petrification spell and he could not move at all.

Bright light shone on his face, and Moqil smelled the pungent smell of wine emanating from the woman's body, and saw the fragments of a ceramic vase beside the dining table.

The woman dragged Moqil to the floor of the room effortlessly, and threw it out with disgust like a piece of rag. A dull sound of bones hitting the floor could be heard in the room.

"Kreacher, restore this damn living room to its original state!"

The door was not closed securely, and a woman's vicious voice came from outside.

Through the crack in the door, Mochir saw a crumpled house elf walking timidly to the broken vase, directing the pieces to piece together, and then wiping the vase again and again with a torn rag.

After rubbing, the house elf screamed in pain again, and the woman put her high heels on its body.

The light in the living room shone on the woman alone, making this luxuriously dressed and enchanting lady look even more radiant. She gracefully touched the dark green ring on her finger, as if she had done those evil things before. Not like her.

The next moment, she took out a handkerchief from her arms and suddenly started crying. He looked particularly helpless in the lonely room.

"You shouldn't have done that to him. After all, it was the Cruciatus Curse." The door to another bedroom was opened, and a gloomy boy of thirteen or fourteen stood at the door. His tone sounded very calm, as if he was not interested in this kind of curse. It was as if the scene had become accustomed.

"Regulus, go back to your room and close the door!" The woman wiped her tears and said sternly, "That traitor, I have to make him remember!"

"Did you quarrel with him again?"

"I say it again, go back to bed quickly, Regulus!" The woman put down the silk handkerchief in her hand, and when she raised her hand again, there was already an extra wand there.

The house elf looked at the mistress of the house with admiration. He had tidied the living room spotlessly and was waiting for the reward of the mistress's high heels.

In Kreacher's view, Walburga Black, the current Mrs. Black, and her husband, Mr. Orion Black, the man of the house, are, in Kreacher's view, the greatest wizards in the world.

The clock was ticking, and at two o'clock in the morning, the woman slowly raised her head, and her red and swollen eyes looked at Mochir lying on the floor in the bedroom.

After a while, she walked into the kitchen with a sharp knife and walked to the bedroom door step by step.

She didn't make a sound during the whole process, as if this scene had been performed many times in this house, and every move had been practiced for a long time.

The woman looked around the room. Photos of Muggle motorcycles and beauties in bikinis were posted all over the place. The traitor used a permanent sticking spell to paste them on the wall.

brute! Bitch! Dirty and sinful bastard!

Freak, ugly guy, why doesn't he get out of here?

How dare he desecrate the Black family's ancestral home like this!

Holding the bright sharp knife in her hand repeatedly, the woman looked at Moqil's face, her expression becoming more and more determined.

She tried to raise the knife several times, but finally put it down.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that there was a sound from the top of the building, and the woman quickly left and put the sharp knife back where it belonged. Her husband, the head of the Black family, is still protecting this traitor until now.

After the woman left, Mochir's eyes opened a thin slit, and he was almost frightened to death.

The little boy named Regulus was right. This body had indeed just been hit by the Cruciatus Curse, and it was the kind of repeated torture. After all this time, the remaining power of the black magic has still not completely dissipated. The body was still twitching.

And that shuddering black magic, that kind of pain, all stimulated Moqil's soul.

If that knife came down, he would really be dead!

"Regulus..." Mochir seemed to have figured out which prisoner those tears sent from Azkaban came from. When the once wealthy young master lost his power, there would always be many people who wanted to step on him. Feet - Sirius Black.