"Christoph Patrick?" Professor Alastor Moody turned his head, the bright blue magic eye the size of a coin to his right, staring at the boy in front of him.

"Yes, Professor Moody!"

"Albus seems to have mentioned you to me!" muttered the Mad-Eyed man, then reached into his travel cloak, pulled out a curved wine bottle, and took a large sip, "Come with me, to my office!"

As he spoke, his magic eye turned around and looked around, and the cloak that was dragging on the ground was pulled up a few inches, revealing a few inches of carved wooden prosthetic legs, and a claw-shaped foot underneath...... Limping, Mad-Eye Moody walked to a hut on the edge of the Quidditch pitch.

Jon also glanced warily at his surroundings, and after making sure that there were no portraits in the vicinity and that they should not be spotted by the kittens in Umbridge, Jon followed Mad-Eye Moody's pace.

"Good vigilance!" Professor Moody's hoarse voice came from ahead, with a hint of praise in his tone: "It's a good material to be an Auror!"

......

It's more of a small tent than an office.

Since the beginning of September, Mad-Eye Moody has moved his "office" here...... In his words, it's an open terrain that makes it quicker to react when attacked by dark wizards.

However, in Jon's opinion, a year of imprisonment may also have brought an indelible psychological shadow to poor Professor Moody.

So much so that he doesn't dare to live in the castle now.

The furnishings were also very plain, except for a bed and a table, except for the group of dark magic detectors that Jon had seen in the fake Moody's office before.

On the desk, there was a large glass spinning top that looked like a crack, and it creaked from time to time...... Mad-Eye Moody sat down on his prosthetic leg.

"Sit down, too. Moody's said.

Jon was in the corner of the tent and saw a small chair covered in dust...... He quickly moved it to Moody's desk and sat down as well.

"Can you tell me, Professor Moody?" Jon asked, with a pleading expression.

The expression on Moody's face gradually became grim ...... "Blood Curse...... A terrible curse of black magic, cruelty......"

"The first to use it was a notorious dark wizard from ancient Greece...... Helmo, despicable Helmpo, that seems to be the name!" Professor Alasto-Moody said, unconsciously clasping his magic eye:

"According to the records, Helmo was a dark wizard who excelled in manipulating souls...... He's collected the souls of many monsters, and since he's a parseltongue, the most of them are snakes......" Moody paused, letting out a violent cough.

After a few dozen seconds of delay, he continued: "Helmo has a strange evil taste, that is, he will not easily kill his prey, or those wizards who have betrayed him...... Instead, he likes to use a terrible spell to curse the soul of a snake on the poor victim......"

"The curse will not be in the victim, but in the mother's body, with the soul of his unborn child...... Generally speaking, the soul of a male juvenile wizard will be quickly devoured by the soul of the snake......" Moody's hideous face showed an extremely disgusting expression:

"That way, when the child is born, it will become a snake...... Bite his parents to death and wait for Helmo to come and take the souls of the two wizards!

"What if it's a girl?" Jon asked, biting his lip.

"Female wizards have stronger innate souls, and they won't be easily consumed by snake souls...... "Two souls will coexist in a subtle form...... Normally, the snake's soul would be suppressed when the female wizard was young, but as the years go by, the snake's soul will become stronger and stronger, and one day, they will easily devour the witch's soul and take control of the body......"

“...... This means that it is the witch's destiny to become a serpent and a slave to Helbo...... This is the Blood Curse!"

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"Generally speaking, how many years does a witch with a blood curse last?" Jon asked hurriedly.

"Generally not more than twenty years...... However, some skilled wizards can use spells to extend the duration of this burst a little, and it requires a lot of magic, at least I don't have the ability to do so, but it won't last more than thirty years. Moody thought about it carefully: "In the same way, if there is a large number of negative emotions, it will also nourish the soul of the monster, so that the blood curse will attack earlier!"

"What happens when the Blood Curse strikes?" asked Jon with a grim expression.

"Before the seizure, she was no different from a normal wizard...... Except for a slightly weaker body......"

"The initial outbreak was limited to the night, and every night by the time she fell asleep, she would turn into a monster, but over time, she would no longer be able to transform back into human form, and she would be trapped in the monster's body forever. Moody's explained plainly.

"And what is the situation that can solve it once and for all?" Jon gestured, "If you make a container to lure out the monster's soul and seal it inside?"

"Good idea, but it's difficult!" Moody shook his head, "It's even impossible...... Because two souls have coexisted together for decades, it is impossible for even the most brilliant wizard to separate them unscathed......"

Jon looked a little deflated.

"No matter how kind and wonderful she was before the Blood Curse, but after the Blood Curse, the witch is no longer human, and it is more appropriate to call them Maledictus!" Moody continued, "They can keep their sanity during the day, but once they fall asleep, they become extremely dangerous...... Controlled by monster spirits, they will attack all living beings they can see, including those closest to them!"

"Therefore, the Dangerous Creatures Committee of the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control has a duty to execute all Blood Cursed Orcs before the Blood Curse erupts. to prevent them from causing further harm...... It's cruel, but it's the only way. ”

"I see, Professor!" Jon's face turned a little ugly.

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He stood up and walked out the door......

Suddenly, he remembered something...... Jon took the roll of parchment Malfoy had given him from his pocket and set it back on Moody's desk.

"What is this?" Mad-Eye Moody frowned.

Jon lowered his voice and whispered, "Greetings to the Dark Lord, Mr. Crouch!"

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