harry potter book of crimes

"...When the bloodline curse awakens, as a woman, the older the bloodline holder is, the higher the charm she can show, so the scope of the curse's influence will be wider, and it needs to be sealed in time."

"The reason why our Blois family suffered this fate is not forced by external factors, but because our family is the founder of sealing magic. In order to avoid the recurrence of great sins in the world, our family should develop with all our strength, pass it on from generation to generation, never decline, and make the great sins eternal.

Tie it to yourself so that the disaster of the ancient desert country’s collapse will not happen again.”

"The descendants of my clan, please remember this."

In the deepest underground of Blois Castle, the young family head Eric Blois sat down by the wall of the secret room, reading the title page of the ancient genealogy of the Blois family over and over again.

The words above were all written in ancient magic script, and when translated into modern languages, they seemed quite blunt. However, each generation of family leaders would tell this thing orally during the succession, so its content did not cause him to have too many doubts.

"In other words, this curse was 'taken' by the ancestors on their own initiative?" Blois threw the family tree aside angrily, and said angrily, "Are you kidding! If you want to be the savior, you have to do it yourself, of course no one will

It doesn’t matter to you, but why do you want to involve your descendants?”

"And...and...why is it my daughter!"

Beside him, Willie, who was still a newborn baby, huddled in Mr. Blois's robe, floating lightly in the air about a foot above the ground.

She was probably tired from crying just now, but now she had fallen asleep sweetly with her eyes closed.

The young Mr. Blois turned his head and looked at the delicate and fair face of little Willy, and the anger in his heart suddenly turned into endless pity.

It was clearly written on the title page of the ancient genealogy that he needed to activate the sealing magic circle hidden under this secret room to seal the curse in his daughter's body.

After sealing, you need to come back every once in a while to reinforce the seal.

Only in this way can the daughter live a normal life, and the people around her will not kill each other and cause greater disasters because of the abominable curse.

But the price of the seal is that his daughter will no longer be able to express her emotions. Not only will she be unable to smile when she is happy, but she will also be ruthlessly deprived of her right to cry when she feels sad.

"'In order to prevent the great sin from reappearing in the world'...?" Mr. Blois sneered coldly, "Humph...'the big sin'? Whose sin is this? Is it my daughter's sin? Or...

Is it our husband and wife?"

After a moment of silence, because he was concerned about his wife in the delivery room, Mr. Blois picked up the wand that was thrown on the ground. Then, he hugged his daughter again and pointed the wand at the ground of the secret room.

"Blowa Takwa."

This is the secret chamber opening spell of the Blois family. It can only be effective if the bloodline matches. As the spell was sung, the ground suddenly shook violently, and a passage extending downwards opened in the center of the secret room.

Many things originally placed in the secret room were knocked over, and some even fell directly into the tunnel, but Blois was not interested in caring about them at all. He walked straight into the dark tunnel.

In this tunnel, steps were dug step by step. Every time he took a step, a candle would automatically light up on the wall of the passage.

The tunnel is not long, and soon, when I stepped down the last step onto the flat ground, the front suddenly lit up.

In front of him was a stone room with a circle of candles lit. There was nothing in the stone room - except for the unfamiliar pentagram pattern carved on the flat ground under his feet.

Although there are many lines and runes in it, compared with the circuit-type rune array that Maka figured out by himself, this five-pointed star-shaped rune array is obviously much simpler.

The sealing magic of the Blois family is the foundation of the family, and it is also the ultimate reason why they have always been at the top of the French magic world.

In fact, the Blois family has experienced many genocide crises.

Although due to this, the family inheritance suffered a considerable loss when the whole family moved, the sealing magic as the last layer of insurance still remained after all.

Today, in the generation of Eric Blois, even if only a few superficial things are left, it is still enough for the Blois family to stand at the top of the global wizarding world.

But even so, when Mr. Blois saw the five-pointed star pattern on the ground, he could only look blank.

"At this point, we can only do what the family tree says."

He lowered his head and glanced at little Willy in his arms. There were still a few tears on her young face. When he reached out to wipe away the few drops of tears for his daughter, he couldn't help but retract his palm.

His hands were already stained with dirty dust, how could he let his daughter get dirty again?

With a gentle wave of the wand, little Willie and her father's robe floated to the center of the five-pointed star.

Her sweet sleeping face had a hint of rosiness, as if she had just dreamed of some wonderful feeling, and her pink and tender mouth curved into a reassuring arc.

Mr. Blois looked at the warm smile on the corner of little Willy's mouth, and felt a sharp pain in his heart like a needle pricking him.

"Let her smile a little longer, just a little while..."

However, at this moment, his mind was in a trance, and the space in front of him seemed to be folding, producing puzzling distortions.

It's not the space that's changing, it's his field of vision that's changing.

"……Time is running out."

What woke him up in the delivery room was the broken necklace. But his awakening was not as permanent as the fairy fire of Gubulai.

The time left for Mr. Blois... no, the time left for Willy is running out!

"Torn apart."

Blois recited the curse without hesitation and tore his wrist. Due to time constraints, the strength of the curse was not controlled well. The cross-shaped wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and blood spurted out as if it was free of charge.

A large amount of blood flowed on the ground, and the five-pointed star array that touched the blood suddenly lit up, automatically pulling the bright red towards every notch in the array.

The faint blue light gradually turned into a shocking red under the influence of blood.

"The genealogy is coming."

Blois waved his wand again, and the ancient genealogy that landed on the upper floor immediately rose into the air and flew all the way in front of him. He moved the tip of the wand and unfolded the title page, but his distorted vision made it difficult for him to even see the words on it.

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He squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and struggled to decipher every twisted magic character. The shaking of his vision made him feel sick, and the loss of blood made him weak, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

Syllables popped out of his mouth one by one, and each syllable made the blood-colored formation shine brighter. The runes and lines on the ground gradually broke away from the scratches and floated to the plane where little Willy was.

At the same time, the curvature of the corners of the mouth on that fair and cute little face disappeared little by little.

When the entire pentagram was complete, as the last syllable came out of Blois's mouth, the formation suddenly shrank, turning into a bloody mark the size of a badge on little Willy's chest.

"boom!"

Mr. Blois's vision went dark, and he knelt down heavily on the cold, hard ground.

Although the hallucinations in his senses had completely subsided, the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made his breathing become light and rapid.

"...Willy...my daughter."

Ignoring the bouts of drowsiness in his mind, he turned over and lay on his back, stretched out his wand with difficulty, and let the little Willy, who was still hanging in the air, fall gently into his arms.

Looking at his expressionless daughter, he once again recalled the smile on the corner of little Willy's mouth just now. In a moment of heartache that he couldn't help himself, he opened his mouth and let out a silent cry that rang through his heart.

How could he, the most incompetent father in the world, wake up his poor daughter with the most frustrating and useless roar?

…

The misfortune of the Blois family did not end here; and the misfortune of Eric Blois did not end here either.

The nativity party at the Chateau Blois was interrupted and all the guests were asked to leave the castle.

As the snow fell, the pure-blood wizards in the French magical community gathered around the brazier with their family and friends after dinner, and naturally there was another topic to talk about.

Of course, the Blois family only gave a barely plausible explanation, but rumors secretly spread among the purebloods.

Of course, to outsiders, this is nothing more than that.

But for Mr. Blois, his misfortune continued to deepen day by day.

Little Weili is growing up indifferently, her face is expressionless every day, and her hair is a slightly crystal white color.

As for Mr. Blois's wife, Willy's mother, her physical condition continued to deteriorate due to the effects of illusions, postpartum hemorrhage, and magical confinement.

In the eyes of others, little Willy's gradual growth seems to have been achieved by sucking the life out of her mother day and night.

Panic accumulated uncontrollably in the hearts of the servants of Blois Castle.

But Mrs. Blois turned a blind eye to the rumors in the castle. She looked after her daughter with love. Even when she was seriously ill and couldn't get out of bed, she still stayed with little Willy all the time.

She always maintained a gentle smile on her face, without any wavering.

Until the third winter after Willy was born, when the fine snow fell softly on the spire of the tallest tower of Chateau Blois, the young Madame Blois passed away with a smile on her face.

Little Willy, who was one day shy of turning three years old, sat quietly in her crib, watching her mother gradually become cold and expressionless.

In the heart of little Willie, who is not yet sensible, only the smile that remains on her mother's face has left an imprint forever.

"……Mother."

Willie, who spoke late, pronounced the word so clearly for the first time.