These dotted lines represent the process by which the soul is separated from the body. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the evil of black magic, human souls can be sacrificed, or sacrificed to demons as tribute.

Or, it is possible to split souls into horcruxes, which is already more than half evil.

But the despicable Helbo is clearly not satisfied with this, and his main purpose in collecting souls is as energy.

Use the soul as energy to transform him into an evil god.

This is the first step, after collecting all the souls, it is to start the transformation of the body, and first of all, you need to prepare materials. These materials are the flesh and blood of the corpses of a wide variety of creatures, including powerful dragons, unicorns, and Kemeralmon, as well as elves, house-elves, centaurs, and many extinct Gula species.

From weak to strong, as long as you can think of, or species that can be seen in books, it is included.

Every creature has its most perfect part, and the vile Helbo intends to put it together......

For example, the heart of a fire dragon, the blood of a unicorn, the claws of Kemeramon, and so on.

The feeling of taking the most perfect part of each living being's body and putting it on itself is ......

Imagine the image of countless corpses being disassembled and reassembled.

Such a patchwork of bodies is certainly a terrifying monster, but its perfection and strength are unquestionable.

Next, the mural begins to detail how to deal with the corpses of different creatures, and how to dissect and dissect the parts that need to be dissected in the most appropriate way, and only after countless dissections of the corpses can this cruel knowledge and experience be obtained.

Many people can kill a living creature, but a real dark wizard can get the materials they need from a corpse.

The murals were so cruel that Elaine closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at them any more.

She grabbed Aven's right arm and cautiously followed him forward.

Hermione also held Aven's left hand, and although she didn't close her eyes, her palm was full of sweat.

In the face of these terrible murals, not to mention that for a little wizard like them, even an evil dark wizard would panic when he came here, sighing that a person or magic could be so evil.

"Let's go!" said Aven, "there's no need to look at them one by one, we're not going to use this magic. ”

"Hmm. Hermione nodded, able to feel the weight of her breathing, "I've never seen such dark magic, no, didn't even think about it, this despicable Helbo, how crazy and evil he was to invent this magic?"

"After all, he is the most powerful and influential dark wizard known at the moment, the last ancient warlock, and the founder of the modern black magic system. Evan said, noticing Hermione's expression, "Well, if I were to say, his head must not be abnormal, and looking at the other two magic we know he invented, where would a normal person think of splitting his soul to make a Horcrux, or using a magic rooster to lay eggs and having a toad hatch it into a basilisk." ”

Not to mention normal people, even wizards who are mentally abnormal may not be able to think of such unbelievable ideas.

If you want to become a dark wizard like Voldemort, you just need to be cruel and strong enough.

But to become a dark wizard like the dastardly Helbo, you need to be powerful at the same time, but also need to have enough imagination.

At least in Aven's opinion, this kind of unbelievable black magic is difficult to create.

The mural is nearing completion, a part that Evan hadn't seen before.

The pyramid reappeared, and the dastardly Helbo stood at the top of the altar, holding what looked like a scepter in his hand held high in the air, and the previously collected human souls slowly swirled in mid-air, forming a circular vortex that shimmered with silver light.

As Aven's gaze moved there, the whirlpool seemed to really spin, faster and faster.

In the maelstrom, souls wail, roar, twist, and scream......

Their pain and unwillingness could be felt, but it was useless, and under the control of the despicable Helbo, the souls were slowly focused into the circular object in front of the altar, which seemed to be a chrysalis, and countless souls swirled around it.

Plop, plop, this chrysalis begins to beat, like a heart, plop, plop.

In the final frame, Helbo is gone, leaving only the chrysalis at the very top of the pyramid altar.

Next to it, is a row of small print.

Between the real and the unreal, an immortal being is about to be born.

The sun will set and the light will be extinguished, and only darkness and sleep will be eternal.

You can only fall asleep by giving up your life, and you can learn the secret of peace in the unreal.

In your sleep, tormented souls scream silently, and they surround you and hold you tightly.

You feel cold and lonely, despair and madness are spreading, and you will all end up alone.

The Great Being, it is standing right behind you, don't move, don't breathe.

Embrace it with open arms, dedicate your soul, and eventually, you will be equally immortal.

"What do those words mean?" Hermione looked at the words on the last mural, "It doesn't look like a spell." ”

"Maybe it's a hint to complete the final step of this magic. "It seems that before becoming a terrible evil god, you have to give up your life and dedicate your soul to enter a strange space, and then you can become immortal. ”

"It's crazy!"

"Yes, but that's something Voldemort needs to struggle with, and we have to think about how to destroy him. Evan said.

Only by giving up one's life and dedicating one's soul can we complete the final fusion.

The spell in the last document, if it works, can help a soul like Riddle gain substance.

The three of them quickened their pace, and after the mural was finished, the corridor extended a little further into a room where the walls of the four walls were also covered with colorful murals, but the main character was Salazar Slytherin himself.

The mural shows Slytherin battling the terrible evil god and using a lot of wonderful magic.

Seeing this familiar picture, Aivan's first reaction was to raise his head.

At the beginning, the eyeball monster was entrenched above the roof of the house, and carried out a mental attack on Aven.

It made him feel palpitations, but fortunately, the eyeball monster had no physical attack power.

Evan looked up and let out a heavy sigh of relief, there was nothing on it.

"What's wrong?" Hermione looked at him strangely.

"Nothing!" Evan shook his head, breathing steadily, "It's almost there, we're ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Elaine beside him suddenly collapsed.