Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

"Of course... that's not all. The blood-cursed orcs think more clearly. There are even human souls hidden in animals. They can perform more difficult performances..."

"Blood-cursed orcs?" Xenophilius touched his chin and looked at Vizette, "This is the first time I know... this kind of wizard."

"I have read about the records of the blood-cursed orcs." Vizette coughed lightly, "This is a curse that can be inherited through the family. It is said that it cannot be reversed or eliminated."

"Although the blood-cursed orcs can maintain their sanity at first, as they get older, the influence of the curse will increase, and eventually they will completely turn into beasts and lose all sanity."

"You actually know about the blood-cursed orcs? You are such a knowledgeable little wizard." Anne Salu said with a hint of amusement on her face, "You are absolutely right."

Luna whispered, "It must be hard for them, and it must be hard for their families."

"But I think... they must try hard to live a happy life, otherwise they wouldn't set up a circus."

There was some admiration in Anne Saru's eyes, and she continued: "It was still during the war, and with the special characteristics of the blood-cursed orcs, their life was not very good."

"Nevertheless, they hid their pain and showed their positive side, setting up a circus to bring a glimmer of happiness to the Swedish magical world shrouded in the gloom of war."

"It's just such a ostentatious move that caused unnecessary trouble. At that time, the Wu Cui Party also had a blood-cursed orc, and he assisted the leader of the Wu Cui Party and completed many important tasks."

"The wizards who were hostile to the Wiccan Party hated him, but could not do anything to the blood-cursed orc... so they set their sights on the circus, hoping to vent their anger."

Xenophilius said angrily: "What a despicable act!"

Anne Saroo smiled coldly, "In order to avoid criticism, these wizards did not attack the circus directly. They just destroyed the hidden magic around them and then contacted Muggles."

"Not only were wizards at war at that time, Muggles were also killing each other. Under the wizard's bewitchment and forged evidence, Muggles sent an army into the island..."

Chapter 28 The Deplorable War

Xenophilius swallowed his saliva and said, "Is there such a thing? Is it... the Unforgivable Curse?"

"In the war years, whether it was the Unforgivable Curse or other black magic, it was nothing." Anne Saroo's tone became cold.

"Once the war continues, people's sense of morality will also decline. Turmoil often means disorder, which means they can amplify the evil in their hearts."

"Those who died on the Muggle battlefield will also be used by wizards to make them into inferi and die again on the wizard battlefield."

"Uh..." Xenophilius twisted his neck and glanced at Luna and Vizette beside him, "Why don't you go back to your room first?"

"Let's go back to the circus, shall we?" Anne Salou raised her arms, put her hands together against her chin, and her tone was much softer.

"Those wizards understood the weakness of the blood-cursed orcs. Just when the blood-cursed orcs were transforming into beasts and performing hard, Muggle fire came."

"The wizards naturally didn't need to be too afraid, and they used magic to leave the island. But the blood-cursed orcs had no time to recover their human form, and were drowned in the gunfire."

Xenophilius asked: "They...are all dead?"

"Perhaps they are all dead?" Anne Saru shook her head, "At least those blood-cursed orcs should not survive."

"The wizards who returned to the village, in order to avoid a similar situation from happening again, found a more powerful wizard and asked him to apply more protective magic."

"Regarding this matter, most people choose to forget it, while a small number of people choose to remember it. I happen to be the one who chooses to remember it."

"That's why you appeared on the lake..." Xenophilius suddenly realized, "What a touching story. Those times were so bad!"

He quickly adjusted his mood and asked: "Can you tell me... how many people are there in the circus? Just more details can enrich the details of this matter."

"Let me think about it..." Anne Saru closed her eyes and thought for a moment, "I remember there were four people in total, three blood-cursed orcs and a child."

"The performance was mainly performed by three blood-cursed orcs, and the child was responsible for receiving rewards... In that era, it was also difficult to enter a magic school to learn magic."

"That cute child is called Sigurd. Whenever someone throws a reward into his hat, he will smile brightly and say, 'Thank you, sir, and I wish you happiness and health.'"

"They should be a family, and their beast forms are all reindeer. In addition, there are many magical animals also performing, such as Charmander, Hippogriff, etc."

"These are not very special. You can actually see many magical animals in a regular magic circus. The biggest feature of that circus is the blood-cursed orc..."

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After returning to the guest room, Weizet and the others were a little sad.

It was obviously a circus that brought laughter, but in the end it was destroyed due to unprovoked anger.

Xenophilius took the manuscript and read it twice more, and then left the guest room, as if he wanted to verify something.

Weizet saw the wanted poster on the table again, and couldn't help but think of the strange man he met in the afternoon.

Luna sat opposite him and asked softly, "Do you think that man is the one who attacked the Swedish Ministry of Magic?"

Vizet hummed and said, "I just think we should be careful. After all, the Swedish Ministry of Magic has not caught him yet."

"I support your idea." Luna took out the picture book and brush from her suitcase.

Not long after, she drew all the scenes of the encounter with the black robe man in the afternoon on paper.

"At least it can increase... a little bit of credibility."

"Of course!"

Seeing the drawing paper handed over by Luna, Vizet was determined in his mind, filled in the corresponding information on the wanted poster, and asked the owls in the village to help send it away.

...

At the Federot Hotel, Anne Saru and Ominis were still sitting in the lobby. They watched Vizet walk out of the door.

"What do you think the child is going to do?" Anne Saru asked, looking out the window.

"It should be to send a letter to the Ministry of Magic." Omnis swept his wand lightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Maybe it's because we met that person in the afternoon."

"He should be almost at his limit." Annie Salu's eyes showed helplessness, "Can that child really succeed? I can't believe it, after all, he is still young."

"For a guardian with an obscurus, such an impossible thing has already happened." Omnis put down the teacup, "I don't think we should have doubts."

"Wasn't Serena just a fifth-grader at the time? Even if you don't believe in the prophecy, you should believe in Serena. That notebook contains the mystery of the guardian."

"Yes, at least we should believe in Serena." Annie Salu nodded.

Just then, an owl flew past the window.

Omnis raised his wand and waved it gently, and a letter appeared in his hand.

Anne Saroo took the letter, which contained a wanted poster with information filled in, and a drawing. "Omi, you are right, he did send a letter to the Ministry of Magic, suspecting that person."

"But that's not enough." Omines crossed his fingers and circled his thumbs back and forth, "He needs to be more sensitive and notice that something is wrong in the story."

Annie Saroo asked with interest: "Do you think he can do it?"

"If the prophecy is correct, then he is the most special guardian...no one else." Omines shook his head, "So we can only rely on tomorrow night..."

"I don't like exams." Anne Saroo sighed, "especially unprepared exams."

Omines said: "But this is crucial, he is our hope."

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It was noon the next day when Vizette and the others walked out of the guest room.

When they arrived at the lobby, Omines sat by the window, blowing on a steaming cup of tea.

As if he noticed the footsteps of the three people, he smiled and said, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"That story is indeed a bit heavy. I hope it doesn't affect your mood. After all, you are here for tourism."

Vizet and his friends were indeed affected by the story last night. Xenofilius waited until midnight to return to the guest room.

Vizet searched for knowledge related to the blood-cursed orcs and didn't sleep much all night.

...

There is a forest path behind the village, which can directly reach the wizard ruins.

Vizet and his friends walked on the path, and from time to time they heard the rustling of small animals and the crackling sound of broken branches and fallen leaves.

The unique tranquility of the dense jungle came to them.

The trees on the island are particularly thick. After turning around a boulder, you can vaguely see a tall building through the gap between the giant trees...

Chapter 29 Murals of Odin's Ruins

Vizet subconsciously cast the magic eye and found that there was a dazzling silver-blue light here, comparable to the hall in the mirror world.

Omenis led the way in front, and Vizet walked at the back holding a magic wand, absorbing the ancient magic power here and then infusing it into the pages of the book.

After seeing the tall building, Xenophilius asked breathlessly: "Mr. Omenis, are we almost there?"

Omenis nodded and replied: "Yes, after passing through those giant trees, we can reach the wizard ruins left by Odin."

Luna walked quickly to Xenophilius and handed him a handkerchief obediently, "Dad, wipe your sweat!"

"My baby is still the best." Xenophilius was very moved and took the handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Just like yesterday, they first searched a large circle outside the ruins, but still did not find any traces of the Crooked Horned Snork.

Putting aside the disappointment in their hearts, they prepared to enter the wizard ruins to take a look.

When Vizet came to the open space in front of the palace, his eyes were immediately attracted by this magnificent building.

This former resting place of Odin, with high walls made of rough stones, is covered with lush green ivy.

The years have made the door frame mottled, but also made the carvings inside more profound and vicissitudes, with gullies outlining the flowing clouds and wind;

The clouds and wind are lightly intertwined, as if dancing a certain rhythm, or writing a certain character.

Vizette can personally feel that these carvings are so natural that they are probably not completed by conventional means.