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Chapter 745: The Soul of the Past
🕑 Added 2023-05-09 08:02:35 +0000 UTCEvan walked to the side of an owl ghost. The latter did not dodge, but just looked at him with its head crooked. Its translucent body shone under the light of Evan’s wand, and it seemed to be curious about what the boy wanted to do.
"A cursed soul?!" Evan looked at the owl, remembering the magic he saw in that ancient book.
Although he did not know the power of the devil or the curse, he still remembered this soul-type magic called Eternal Shadow. While its description didn’t mention the specific shape of owls, it still could potentially be used to achieve this effect.
Evan lowered his wand downwards, spraying a stream of milky liquid at the end, shimmering, and marked a magical symbol on the ground.
The runes were very complex. Evan's movements were slow, drawing very carefully. Sirius and Hélène were watching behind him.
At Hélène's insistence, Sirius couldn't help but start talking to her, and topics ranged from Evan to Auror's skills.
Later, Sirius kept mainly telling her what to pay attention to and notes about investigative techniques, and Hélène listened very carefully.
Although she still had a long way to go, she did seem to want to be a good Auror.
She had a great admiration for Sirius. As could be seen from collecting all the reports about him, she was a big fan.
When she was talking to Evan before, Hélène could tell a lot about Sirius just from his silent behavior...
A few minutes later, Evan had drawn his magic runes and raised his head to signal the owl ghost to come over.
The latter stared at him, as though studying Evan’s drawing, then it fluttered its wings and landed in the middle of the runes.
"Revelio!" said Evan, tapping gently on the ground with his wand.
Starting from where the end of his wand touched, along the lines on the ground, blue light quickly spread around.
Soon, the light blue light enveloped the owl ghost.
"Bingo!" said Evan as he stood up. Sirius, Hélène, and the other ghosts were watching him.
"Bingo for what?" Hélène asked, puzzled. "What did you do? What kind of magic is this?"
The next second, a figure appeared in the blue light.
The owl ghost's wings and claws were getting longer and longer and gradually became human hands and feet. Both sides of the shoulders burst out at the same time, and the body gradually grew into taking a humanoid appearance, and for a moment, it looked just like the terrible Owl-Woman. But then, the feathers on its face disappeared quickly and it looked fully human.
It was a middle-aged man in his fifties with deep wrinkles on his face. He was wearing a servant's costume, an ancient style from hundreds of years ago, and he was once a member of this castle.
Although he was still a translucent ghost, he now finally looked like a man again. After looking at his two hands in disbelief, he quickly raised his head to look at Evan, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old wizard in front of him...
"What did you do to it?" said Hélène in surprise. "How could this owl become a person?!"
"Well, don't look at me like this, it’s just simple magic," said Evan. He didn’t want to explain the complex principles behind his spell to her right now.
"Simple magic?!" said Hélène, rubbing her eyes. "To be honest, I don't know how you did it. This is incredible. You turned an owl's soul into a human. Mon Dieu, I really should have gone to Hogwarts! What does that school teach to allow 13-year-old children to use this level of magic?!"
"It’s like he said. It’s a very simple magic!" said Sirius. “Now be quiet!"
He also looked curiously at Evan, with clear shock on his face. But he didn't speak. He felt that it would be his shame to exclaim as Hélène just did next to him. Beautiful face… stunning bosom… but no Auror’s pride!
Sirius had seen too many miracles in that boy during the past two years, and this was just a trivial one.
In the kitchen, all the other owls also left their initial positions and gathered quickly around them.
"Can you talk now?" Evan asked, looking at the ghost that was still in shock and hadn't recovered.
"Ah ..." It made a strange sound, and seemed to struggle momentarily: it hadn't spoken for too long. It stuttered, sounding strange, uncomfortable, with strong gasps every now and then. "Be careful, it's all around you. Don’t trust anyone."
"Who are you talking about? What happened to the castle that year?"
"Demon, demon… DEMON!" It stared at Evan dead and yelled in a strange voice, which kept rising in pitch and volume. "Whoo, that demon is among you … you can't escape, you are already its prey. Your souls will become like ours… you will never get rest."
Evan quickly turned his head. There was no one but Sirius and Hélène. Who was the demon?!!
"I don't understand what you mean. Can you say it more clearly, I ..."
Evan stopped. When he said this, there was a grim expression on the man’s face, and he let out a cry of pain. It was as though he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse.
He seemed to be hit by the heart-cursing spell. His whole was twitching there, constantly struggling and shaking.
"It doesn't look right!" Hélène was pale and hid behind Sirius, with her wand firmly facing it. But she didn't know what spell to use on a ghost, which was beyond her ability.
"Evan, be careful!" said Sirius.
Evan didn’t need his reminder. At the sight of the ghost’s appearance, he also took a step back, feeling bad.
"Tell me, who is that demon?" He shouted, "I'm here to help you, I will end this curse, and I will help you get rest."
"I … I can't say that name … we have vowed!" He gasped violently and growled intermittently. "I need to obey his orders, I must ... Ah, you should not disturb the souls of the past. Your life is about to end, stranger!"
It suddenly rushed to Evan, but after leaving the magical runes on the ground, it quickly changed back into an owl. It passed through Evan’s body, cold and uncomfortable, like ice.
In the kitchen, dozens of owls were all around, looking at them spookily.
For the first time, Evan realized how ominous an owl’s gaze could be...
