Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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"... When the bloodline curse awakens, the bloodline holder, as a female, becomes older and more attractive, so the influence of the curse will be wider and a seal must be given in time."

"The reason why my Blois family received this doom was not forcible by external factors, but because our tribe was the originator of the magic of seals. In order to avoid the recurrence of the great sin, our tribe should make every effort to develop, inherit from generation to generation, never fall, and make the major sin eternal. Bound to oneself, the scourge of the ancient desert country will not repeat itself. "

"My descendants, keep in mind."

At the deepest level of Blois Castle, the young homeowner Eric Blois sat down by the wall of the back room, reading the leaflet of the ancient genealogy of the Blois family again and again.

The above texts are all written in ancient runes, and translation into modern languages ​​seems rather blunt. But every generation of this stuff will be verbally told, and its content does not cause him too much doubt.

"In other words, did this ancestor take the initiative to" take it down? "Blois angrily tossed the genealogy aside and said angrily," What a joke! To be the savior yourself, of course, no one will Regardless of you, but why do you involve your descendants? "

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

Beside him, Willie, still a newborn baby, shrunk in Mr. Blois's robe and floated lightly in the air about a foot off the ground.

Maybe she was tired of crying just now, and now she was sleeping with her eyes closed sweetly.

The young Mr. Blois turned his head, looking at the delicate white face of Little Willie, and her anger suddenly turned into endless pity.

The title page of the ancient genealogy clearly stated that he needed to activate the magic circle of seals hidden under this secret room to seal the curse in his daughter's body.

After the seal, you need to come back to strengthen the seal every time.

Only in this way can the daughter live like an ordinary person, and the surrounding people will not kill each other because of the abominable curse and cause even greater disaster.

The price of the seal is that his daughter will never be able to show his emotions again. Not only can you not smile when you are happy, but you also have the right to cry when you feel sad.

"'Lest sins reappear in the world' ...?" Mr. Blois sneered coldly, "Hmmm ... 'sin'? Whose sin is this? Is it my daughter's sin? Or is it ... Is it our husband and wife? "

After being silent for a while, because of his wife in the delivery room, Mr. Blois picked up the wand thrown on the ground. Immediately after, he took his daughter back into his arms, and then pointed his wand at the floor of the chamber.

"Blowatakova."

This is the opening spell of the Blois family's back room, which can only take effect if the blood is matched. As the mantra sang, the ground suddenly trembled, and the center of the secret room cracked a channel extending downward.

Something originally placed in the back room knocked a lot, and even fell directly into the tunnel, but Blois was not interested in them at all, he went straight to the dark tunnel.

In this tunnel, a series of steps were excavated, and every step he took, a candle was automatically lit on the wall of the tunnel.

The tunnel was not long. Soon, when the last step was stepped on and flat, the front suddenly lit up.

In front of him was a stone room where a circle of candles had been lit. There was nothing in the stone room—except for the strange pentagram pattern painted on the flat ground beneath his feet.

Although there are also many lines and runes in it, compared with the circuit-style rune arrays that Maca has figured out, the rune array of the five-star pattern is obviously too simple.

The seal magic of the Blois family is the foundation of the family, and it is the ultimate reason why they have always been in the French magic world.

In fact, the Blois family has also experienced many extermination crises.

Despite this, when the clan moved, the family heritage also experienced a large-scale loss, but the seal magic that could be used as the last layer of insurance still remained.

To this day, even in the generation of Eric Blois, even if only some fur is left, it is still enough to make the Blois family stand on the top of the global magic circle.

Even so, when Mr. Blois saw the pentagram pattern on the ground, he could only look blank.

"To this day, you can only do as the genealogy says."

He glanced down at the little Willie in his arms again, a little tear left on the tender face. When he reached out and wanted to wipe away those crystals for his daughter, he couldn't help but withdraw his palm.

Dirty dust was already on his hands, how could he get his daughter dirty again?

The magic wand waved gently, and Little Willie took her father's robe and floated towards the center of the pentagram.

Her sweet sleeping face was a touch of rosy, it seemed that she had just dreamed of some wonderful feeling, and her pink mouth evoked a peaceful arc.

Mr. Blois looked at the warm smile on the corner of Little Willie's mouth, and his heart felt a sharp pain like a needle.

"Let her laugh a little longer, just a moment ..."

But at this moment, there was a moment in his mind, and the space in front of him seemed to be folded, creating a puzzling distortion.

It's not that space is changing, it's changing ... it's his vision.

"……Time is running out."

What awakened him in the delivery room was the broken one. But his awake is not as eternal as Gublai's fire.

Leave it to Mr. Blois ... No, it's time for Willie, not much!

"Fragmented."

Blois did not hesitate to sing the curse, tearing his wrist. Because of the tight time, the intensity of the curse really did not control well, the cross-shaped wound was deep in the bones, and the blood poured out like no money.

A large amount of blood was flowing on the ground, and the five-horse array that touched the blood suddenly lit up, automatically pulling the Yin Hong to meander to each score in the array.

The faint blue light gradually became scary red under the infection of blood.

"Family tree is flying."

Blois waved his magic wand again, and the ancient genealogy that fell on the upper floor immediately hung up and flew all the way to him. He turned the tip of his staff to open the title page, but his distorted vision made him hard to read the words on it.

He narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and laboriously interpreted every crooked rune character. The shaking of vision made him nauseous, and the loss of blood made him lose his energy, but he could only clenched his teeth.

One by one, syllables popped out of his mouth, and each syllable led a brighter array of blood. The runes and lines on the ground gradually broke free of the score, and floated to the plane where Little Willie was.

At the same time, the radian of the corner of the mouth disappeared little by little on Bai Jing's lovely face.

When the entire Pentacle was complete, with the last syllable in Blois' mouth, the array suddenly shrank, turning into a badge-sized scarlet blot on Little Willie's chest.

"boom!"

Mr Blois' eyes were dark, and he knelt heavily on the cold, hard ground.

Although the hallucinations in the senses had completely calmed down, but the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, he even had a slight but rapid breathing.

"... Veli ... my daughter."

Regardless of the faintness in his head, he rolled over and lay on his back, lying on the ground, struggling to stretch out his wand, letting Little Willie still suspended in the air fall gently into his arms.

Looking at his expressionless daughter, he recalled the smile on the corner of Little Willy's mouth just now. For a moment when he could not help himself with heartache, he opened his mouth and made a silent cry that sounded through his heart.

How can he, the most incompetent father in the world, wake up his poor daughter with this most crooked roar?

...

The doom of the Blois family did not end there; neither did Eric Blois' doom this time.

The birth banquet at Fort Blois was interrupted and all guests were asked to leave the castle. UU Reading Books www.uukanshu.com

During the heavy snowfall, the pure-blood wizards in the French magic circle gathered around the brazier with family and friends after dinner, and naturally talked about another topic.

Of course, the Blois family only gave a barely reasonable explanation, but the rumors were secretly spread in pure blood.

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

But for Mr. Blois, his doom was deepening day after day.

Little Wei Li grew up quietly, every day is expressionless, the hair that grows out is a kind of slightly white snow.

Mr. Blois's wife and Willy's mother, because of the effects of fantasy, postpartum hemorrhage, and magical imprisonment, are constantly deteriorating.

In the eyes of others, Little Willy's gradual growth, as if in exchange for sucking her mother's life day and night.

Panic accumulated uncontrollably in the minds of Blois's servants.

But Mrs. Blois turned a blind eye to the rumors in the fortress. She cared for her daughter with compassion, and even accompanied Little Willie at all times, even during the severe illness when she could not get out of bed.

Her face always maintained a gentle smile without shaking.

Until the third year of winter after the birth of Willie, the fine snow fell gently on the spire of the highest tower in Blois, and the young Mrs. Blois passed away with a smile.

Little Willy, who was three years old, sat quietly in her crib, watching her mother's expression become colder with no expression.

In the heart of little Willie, the only smile left on her mother's face left her immortal mark. ) !!