Malfoy's gray eyes carefully observed the things in front of him, from the carvings of the candles, to the mysterious patterns of the surrounding stone walls, and the ravines around the coffin.

But he suddenly heard a whistling wind, subconsciously turned sideways, only to feel a cold arm, and then a sharp tingling sensation was transmitted down the nerves to the brain.

He looked back in a flash.

I only saw that Fleur's blue eyes, which were always cold and arrogant, were now dyed with a deep layer of red, and I knew that I had lost my mind at a glance.

But the red light flickered again, sometimes clear, sometimes scarlet, her expression suddenly struggled, her body trembled desperately, resisted, but involuntarily continued to move.

The wand in her hand was transformed into a sharp knife, the shiny back of the knife glistening in the candlelight, the cold air and the faint smell of blood permeating the secret room.

"Faint!" a rapid flash of light flashed. While she was struggling, Fleur was knocked unconscious by a spell, and in the last moments of her wakefulness, she actually had a relieved smile on her face.

Malfoy's reaction was swift, and he showed no mercy at all.

"It's not just Helbo, you're a nerve. He clutched the stinging wound on his arm and cursed.

Not surprisingly, this must be Salazar Slytherin's masterpiece, as a master of the deception, it can also be explained by seeing the joy of hunting and playing with the psychology of the person in his heart.

Those who are not right-minded fall into madness under his inducement, which is too ordinary, and by the way, he achieves his purpose of protecting this manuscript, and those who are not very firm will also be affected to a certain extent, and Fleur is among them.

However, it can be seen that Fleur's actions quickly fell into a hesitant struggle, trying desperately to regain her own consciousness.

Otherwise, Malfoy would not have faced physical damage that had almost no effect on the wizard, and deliberately turned the wand that was actually the most threatening into a sharp weapon, and she tried her best to resist, but unfortunately met a real master.

The girl fell to the ground in a dejected manner, the sharp blade in her hand was weakly released, and it rolled on the ground a few times, clanging a few crisp sounds of metal impact, and without the maintenance of Transfiguration, the blade was quickly reduced to an ordinary wand.

Malfoy bent down to pick up his wand, then carried Fleur to a large, somewhat cold rock on the other side to lie down, and then, after simply bandaging and disinfecting the wound on his left hand, he finally walked to the coffin, and with a flick of the wand, he lifted the lid of the coffin.

This place seems to be evil, and it must be disposed of as soon as possible, and then leave.

Everything seemed to be resolute, and there was no hesitation.

A roll of pure black cover, parchment with an evil atmosphere, lying quietly here, there is no handwriting on the cover, it is still as new, neither white nor yellow, not at all like a paper that has been placed for hundreds of years.

Flipping through the cover, the first line reads:

"I, Helmo, a wizard of great talent, but some people are jealous of my talent, and they add the word mean to my name to describe me, but I don't mind, because mediocrity always likes to be jealous of geniuses, and they don't know how far I've come on that path. ”

"Arrogant fellow!" wrote such annotations in a red pen on the corners of the parchment, and the font was crooked, revealing a sense of disdain.

Salazar didn't agree with the man's idea.

"Almost everyone is afraid of the basilisk I made, they are afraid that I will slaughter them wantonly, they overestimate themselves too much, they torture them, it is just a waste of my time, I will go further on the endless road ahead. ”

"I want to pursue eternal life!" is entirely conceivable of an old madman saying this hysterically.

"Ridiculous madman. The red annotation reappeared, and Salazar commented as well.

"Exist, what is it?" I thought, some Muggles were thinking about it, they gave me some inspiration. ”

"It's matter and soul, but the latter is dominant. ”

"First of all, the flesh will decay and age after all, no matter what method is used, it can only play a little delaying role after all, I have found many methods, and those ordinary people's flesh will not last long after being transplanted. ”

"Does this still look like a scientist?" the corners of Malfoy's mouth twitched slightly, the ancient Greek era actually had such advanced thoughts, if it wasn't for the identity of a wizard, but an ordinary person, maybe he was also a philosopher.

Ancient Greece was the birthplace of philosophical thought, and the word philosophy was also invented by the ancient Greeks, and it is not surprising that the despicable Helbo had some similar hazy philosophical literacy.

He even moved his brain to organ transplantation, and maybe he could be respected as a pioneer of organ transplantation in modern medicine, but Malfoy guessed that it was a rejection reaction.

"What is the use of those mediocre people who spend their lives in confusion, empty bodies, sound bodies, and lack of thoughts?"

"Only the mind, only the soul, can achieve immortality!"

"I put my goal on the mind, how to make the soul perpetuate?"

"It's a question worth pondering. ”

"Can a man's soul be divided? Can it be fixed to some object after it has been divided? Because the body will eventually perish." ”

"If a complete soul is to be divided, what should it do, and by what means should it induce the soul to split?"

“…… Murder?"

"Those mediocre people are destined to exist to serve me, that is their glory, and their sacrifice is necessary in order to achieve my eternal life. ”

"I'm going to start experimenting......"

"The first experiment, the subject - ordinary wizard, gender: male, age: about twenty years old, the means of achieving death - Avada Suo (death curse), the result - the wizard died, his own soul split was successful, and the first Horcrux was successfully made. ”

"Surprisingly smooth. Even after a second-hand translation, Malfoy's visceral ecstasy could be felt by Slytherin's handwriting, and Malfoy could even imagine him smirking.

"The second time, the subject - ordinary Muggle, gender: female, age: about thirty years old, means of death - Avada Suo (death curse), result - the Muggle died, the soul itself failed to split, the Horcrux failed, the reason is speculated: the soul is still strong and ...... due to the lack of certain inducement"

“……”

“... Hey, it's really painful to split the soul, to endure unimaginable torture, and at the same time it must be an evil murder..."

"It was easy at first, why is it getting more and more difficult later?"

"Is it going to be more evil each time? ”

"The seventh time, the test subject, the Muggle, the means, the Drill Heart Curse tortured and then killed—the result—the Muggle died, his own soul split successfully, and the second Horcrux was successfully crafted. ”

……

"The twenty-first experiment... , the seventh Horcrux was successfully made, and its own soul consumed about thirty percent. ”

And so it was. ”

"At the limit, it is impossible to split the soul infinitely, and the main soul will become more and more unstable. ”

"The limit is, seven times? For the time being, if I continue, I'll go crazy, but now, my purpose for eternal life has been accomplished. ”

“.……”

The parchment narrative is up to this point, and then the content after that is gone, and it is abruptly blank.