The altar was rudimentary, with a wooden pillar in the center, narrow at the top and thick at the bottom, on which a simple portrait of an owl was carved with a knife or something, in an abstract style, looking more like some terrible monster. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Its body is visibly widened, its eyes are large and disproportionate, and its feathers leap like flames.

A very thick rope is tied to the pillar and knotted into a knot, on which hangs an owl pendant made of turquoise.

Continuing downward, on the ground was an intricate magical rune that Evan had never seen before.

Nature motifs and hexagonal patterns are intertwined, and the finishing touch is the esoteric ancient script in the center of the pattern.

The magic text shimmered, and a pale blue light shimmered in it.

Aven could feel a very strange magical power, very peaceful, with a faint sense of healing......

"Is this the Demon Altar?" he looked at the wooden pillar in amazement, "Just drip blood on it to break the curse." ”

But he always felt that something was wrong, unlike the Demon Altar he had seen deep underground at Hogwarts.

In front of Aven, the little owl flew towards the altar, and as soon as it entered the rune range, its body changed rapidly.

Soon, it took the form of a girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a white and clean face, and looked very comfortable.

Her eyes were as calm as the sea, the bridge of her nose was small and her lips were thin, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved upward, with a sad smile.

The girl wore a very classical long skirt with a headscarf and a simple wooden ring on her forehead.

"Hello, strange visitor!"

"Who are you?" Evan paused and continued, "Why did you bring me to this place?"

"As you can see, I am a soul that has passed away. The girl said slowly, with a hint of calmness in her voice, "As for my name before I died, you can call me Shuklia." I saw you use magic to restore that soul to its original form, and I heard what you said to it, and I thought you could help me escape this curse, so I brought you here. ”

"Curse?!" Evan gasped, clenching his wand, "I'm here to help you, but only if I know what's going on inside this castle? First of all, what is that pillar next to you? I can feel a powerful magical power on it, a power that is very foreign to me. ”

"This is a totem I made with my own hands, and it is because of its power that all the souls that wander in this castle have become owls. Shuklia said, looking at the pillar beside him, "I hung the sacred relics of our tribe on it, it can communicate with an owl deity, it is a very powerful force of nature......

"You've turned all the souls here into owls, and that's the curse......"

"No, it's not a curse, it's a protection!" Shuklia said calmly, correcting Aven's mistake.

Evan frowned as he looked at the girl in front of him and the wooden pillar beside her that shimmered with blue light, and the exaggerated owl on it.

As the woman he had seen in the mirror earlier, Ariana, had said, it was this magic that had turned the souls of everyone in the castle into the form of owls, but it didn't seem to be some kind of demon altar.

Ai Wen could feel that this power was not so evil, but rather quite decent.

In fact, the totem that Shuklia spoke of reminded Aven of another special kind of magic, the power of the shaman who used the power of nature.

Unlike the magic of shamans, shamans use the power of the elements of nature, and are very ancient, mysterious spellcasters, who in those primitive tribes are also responsible for communicating with the spirits of their ancestors and healing the sick.

In the past, shamanism was very popular, but since the beginning of time, shamanism has gradually become a historical term.

Because the method of inheritance is very backward and quite complex, the requirements for the caster themselves are high, the casting process is also very cumbersome, and there is always communication with the dead and the power of the elements, and various restrictions greatly reduce the number of shamans.

Evan had seen an introduction to shamans in books about receiving magical powers from around the world, but didn't know much about them.

The totem that the other party just said reminded him of this ancient profession, which is not a very common spell-casting prop after all.

"Is this totem you made, is it the power of a shaman?" asked Aven.

"In our tribe, it is called witchcraft, and the person who uses this power is called a witch doctor, who is the spiritual leader of the clan and the tribe. "We are responsible for communicating with the spirits of our ancestors and the spirits of the natural world, guiding our people through all kinds of difficulties and maintaining the order of nature from being disturbed." Of course, in your country, this power is also called shamanic power, but it is called different!"

"A witch doctor from Africa, then you should be the witch it said it was!" Evan thought for a moment and continued, "In that case, what is the protection you just mentioned? Turning all the souls into owls so that they can never rest in peace is also a kind of protection?"

"It's a protection!" said Shuklia slowly, "there is a great evil force in this castle, and if I don't shelter these souls, they will be mercilessly devoured by the demon." ”

"What the hell is going on? I don't seem to be able to do that. ”

"I will tell you the truth of everything, strange visitors, and judge for yourself. Shuklia said, looking at Evan calmly, "A long time ago, I left my tribe on a solo trip, this is a trial, every witch doctor in the clan goes through this process, the elders hope that I can cleanse my soul during the trip, better communicate with the elements, and return to the tribe to become the new great witch doctor." But during that long journey, I gradually lost my original intention, I met a male witch, I met and fell in love with him, and he was going to take me back to his family to marry me......"

"We crossed the Mediterranean to Paris, the seat of his family, and at the end of our journey we arrived at this place, where the hostess of the castle was his classmate, and they had studied together at a magical school called Beauxbatons. With her stay, the two of us stayed, ready to stay for a few days before setting off on our way. ”