Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

Chapter 232 Li...fire?

In the not-so-large cave, seven tents were neatly arranged against the wall, with a bonfire in the middle to provide lighting and dispel the moisture - this was their current camp.

Percy's tent was placed closest to the stone wall, but still several meters away. At this moment, the seven people chosen by Dumbledore had gathered here, forming a circle around the table that Percy had specially moved to the middle of the room.

"First, let's check..."

Percy pointed to the books on his desk: ""Detailed Explanation of Cutting-Edge Ritual", "Changes in the Magic Structural of Blood Under the Influence of Mental Power", "Twenty Common Black Magic Rituals", and "Psychology of Pain". This book, and these two instruments...the things Professor Dumbledore left us should be the same, right?"

"Um."

Everyone nodded in unison. And Percy then picked up the two strange-looking instruments: "According to Professor Dumbledore's message, this instrument can be used to simulate a certain intensity of human mental power; After adding a drop of blood, blood will be cultured with exactly the same composition and magical effect. Coupled with the names of those books, I think the hint given by the professor is obvious enough..."

"That stone wall needs to be opened with blood." Seeing Percy pause, Penello took the lead and took over.

"And it also requires mental strength - judging from the title of the book, it should also require mental strength that involves pain?"

"No, it shouldn't be that simple, otherwise I wouldn't have used "Detailed Explanation of Advanced Ritual"..."

"Okay, okay, it's useless to just discuss here. It's better to go out and test it now. Anyway, Professor Dumbledore also said that safety is guaranteed. We just need to do our best to crack the magic..."

I don’t know who first proposed such a sentence, and then it was immediately recognized by everyone. Anyway, they came here just to confirm whether the books in their hands were the same as others. After that, there was nothing worth hesitating about.

So in just a few seconds, seven faces gathered in front of the stone wall and started staring at each other.

"I'll test it first."

Percy was the first to take out his wand and tap it lightly on his arm, pricking a needle-sized wound. Then, before the wound healed, he squeezed out a drop of blood and smeared it on the stone wall. Suddenly, a very small outline of an arch appeared there, almost imperceptible if you didn't look carefully. It also emitted a faint white light, but the brightness was pitifully small, about the same as a firefly...

"efficient!"

Everyone was about to shout in surprise, but the faint light suddenly dissipated, and the outline of the arch suddenly merged into the rock again, as if nothing happened.

"At least the previous thinking was correct."

Percy rubbed his arms and nodded: "This stone wall does need to be opened with blood. There may be other conditions, such as pain... I will try to get more blood."

"etc."

Rolf stopped him with a serious hand: "Have you forgotten what Professor Dumbledore said, 'You must permanently open the stone wall without hurting yourself' - you are violating the rules."

"And he also said 'forever..."

Some people thought thoughtfully: "Does this mean that the door opened with blood can only last for a period of time?"

"Then I can try this blood culture machine..."

Percy carefully squeezed a few drops of blood into the vessel, fearing that he would accidentally break the "don't hurt yourself" rule as Rove said: "It takes several hours to cultivate blood. At that time, it is estimated that You can try to open this door for the first time.”

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

Seeing that the truth has not appeared for a long time, Avada couldn't help but start spoiling it directly: "I have fought with Voldemort twice, and I have been lurking around him for half a year, so I know some of his methods... Based on what I have done to him Knowing the style, I am afraid that the most critical element in opening this stone wall is not 'blood', but 'hurt yourself'."

"According to Professor Dumbledore, something very important to Voldemort is sealed here. But Voldemort did not directly block the door, but deliberately left a way to open it. Considering how he treated his men Attitude, 'hurting yourself' is indeed a very effective method - anyway, he doesn't care about the lives of his men at all, and if it is his opponent who wants to get in, this can also force him to weaken himself..."

"It makes sense...but according to this statement, pure blood is useless at all, so why did Professor Dumbledore leave us a blood culture dish?"

Someone hesitated for a while before asking - after all, Avada is really the authority when it comes to dealing with Voldemort.

"Probably so that we can obtain data without harming ourselves."

A seventh-grade Slytherin student had already grasped one end of the wand: "By the way, should we try to demolish this place directly? For example, use fire or something?"

"Li Huo?"

Luofu frowned: "I suspect that we will be burned to death first before burning through the stone wall..."

"Don't worry, it's not difficult to extinguish a small-scale fierce fire - and with the characteristics of the fierce fire, it can weaken the magic a little no matter what, right?"

The guy looked at Percy asking for advice. He seemed eager to try it. He probably didn't use it much after learning this trick.

"...You can give it a try."

Percy nodded without much hesitation - after all, it did sound unlikely that the tight protection left by the Dark Lord would be burned through by a student. And think on the bright side, what if we can really burn out any useful data?

"Well, everyone, grab your tents and stand back."

The student twirled his wand handsomely: "Don't forget to observe that magic carefully - under the shaking of strong fire, even the strongest defense will have flaws!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes, raised his wand high, and recited a complex incantation in a low voice. Suddenly, the temperature inside the cave suddenly increased a lot, forcing the others to take a few steps back. The student who was condensing the fierce fire was already sweating profusely in a short time, and the arm supporting the wand was shaking slightly.

Finally, with a blast that seemed to come from his soul, a twisted and evil flame slowly appeared on his wand. It's strange to say - it is obviously a bright flame, but it feels as if it can swallow the light. And the sound it makes is not an ordinary burning sound, but seems to be mixed with the roar of a resentful soul. The ferocious carelessness breaks through the restraints, allowing itself to sweep and destroy everything.

The student who successfully summoned the fierce fire suddenly changed his face the moment he saw the fire light up. He hurriedly waved his wand, causing the little bit of vicious fire containing destruction and destruction to slowly fall on the stone wall in front of him. superior……

puff.

With a dull sound that sounded useless, the fire that had tried to destroy everything was extinguished in a depressing manner.