Although Clark does not like to live in his castle, a magic castle is as important to a wizard as a magic tower for a mage.

There are few magical castles with a long history like the Puwitt family, and now there are few in the entire British wizarding world.

Wealthy people like the Malfoy family have only built a new villa, and this kind of castle that money can't buy is a symbol of real strength and wealth.

At the very least, when you need a quiet, undisturbed place where you can safely study the dark arts, the basement of the Magic Castle is sure to meet your needs.

Clark reached out and pressed against the heavy metal door of the basement, and as the magic circle on the door was activated by his blood, it silently slid open to both sides.

The two of them walked into the basement, and the most eye-catching thing was the huge protective magic array drawn in the center of the room, and various magic symbols with magic power poured in gold and silver were densely spread all over the ground.

A circle of this level can easily trap even a demon overseer from Hell.

Of course, the two Clarkes didn't need to do such a dangerous thing, they were just doing a small experiment.

The two walked to the solid wood alchemy table next to the magic array, and the alchemy props such as crucibles and test tubes on the table had long been cleaned up, and instead were parchment covered with various symbols and words, which were messily spread all over the table.

At the top of the parchment, a large, dark green book with a bronze cover sits quietly.

Clarke sorted through the manuscripts and said to Harry.

"Judging from the information I have checked during this time, as well as the previous few times you have used it, I am afraid that this "Black Book of the Dead" alone will not be able to completely resurrect your parents."

Seeing the anxious expression on Harry's face, he opened his mouth to speak, and quickly stretched out his palm, "You listen to me first."

"Just because you can't resurrect your parents with this Black Book of the Dead doesn't mean you can't resurrect your parents."

In the case of his own body, Harry's mind spun extremely quickly, and he immediately understood what he meant, "Then what conditions are missing?" ”

Clark didn't answer his question directly, but said.

"When I was researching the Black Book of the Dead recently, I found some very interesting information.

On the origin of the dark arts of Horcrux making, some ancient wizards have suggested an interesting possibility......"

"Wait, what is a Horcrux?" Harry interrupted him, the term was so familiar to him that he had heard it somewhere.

"Horcrux...... It was a very evil magical alchemy item, yes, very evil, and even at Hogwarts, you would be hard-pressed to find a book that detailed Horcruxes.

Of course, it wouldn't hurt if it was just a brief introduction to you, many wizards from pure-blood wizard families have heard of this. ”

Clark hesitated for a moment, but finally explained with a frown, "A Horcrux, as the name suggests, is an object that contains part of a person's soul."

"Part of the soul?"

"Yes, through one of the most evil acts, murder, to suck the soul of the victim and the fear, resentment, and curse before death.

Then forge it into a soul blade, cut off a part of your soul, and seal the split soul fragment......"

Hearing Clark's description, Harry shuddered.

This is indeed the most evil act, forging the victim's soul and resentment into a blade by killing people, and then cutting one's own soul in turn.

Hurting others and hurting oneself is something that only a madman can do.

"Of course, very few people would want to do that, and yes, there have been very few people in history who have made Horcruxes.

After all, you have to understand that the soul should remain intact, and to divide it is a rebellion, an act against the laws of nature. ”

Clark continued.

"Only those who have an endless fear of death and a great value for their lives will choose this method and try to extend their lives.

But they will eventually fall into the negative effects of the loss of souls, and at that time, death may still be the most painful choice.?"?

"Then what does the Horcrux have to do with this Black Book of the Dead?" Harry asked curiously.

"Because the knowledge of Horcruxes should have come out of this book." Clark said.

"In ancient Egypt, there was such a myth.

Legend has it that Seth, the god of war, murdered his elder brother, the ruler of Egypt, Osiris, the god of abundance, at a banquet, and even brutally cut his body into fourteen pieces and hid them in various parts of Egypt.

Fortunately, Osiris's wife, Isis, the goddess of fertility and magic, managed to collect all thirteen pieces of Osiris's wreckage, and put them together to make a mummy, which was finally resurrected with the help of Anubis.

Even because of this encounter, he became the master of the underworld in ancient Egypt.

According to this story, many ancient wizards also believed that this may be the origin of the Horcruxes. ”

Clark picked up the black-skinned metal book and whispered: "From life to death, and back to life, this book may involve the dark magic of making horcruxes, and may retain the knowledge of Osiris's immortality, not to mention the secret that makes Osiris a god of the underworld." ”

"Indeed, it possesses extremely powerful dark magic powers, and anyone who obtains it has a chance to be even more powerful than Voldemort.

Everything that careerists and dark wizards pursue is in this book, the Black Book of the Dead, which records all the secrets and powers of Anubis.

But it is only partially missing, the part of the knowledge and power that Anubis and Isis, the goddess of fertility and magic, resurrected Osiris. ”

"Wouldn't it be possible to resurrect my parents without that part?" Harry looked at Clark and asked eagerly.

"That's right, without that part, we can't resurrect your parents!"

Clark actually has something to say, if he wants to resurrect the dead, maybe in addition to this "Black Book of the Dead", he also needs a "Golden Book of the Sun".

For the gods of ancient Egypt, the world after death was under the control of the god of death, but the world of the living was under the light of the sun god.

Of course, Clark didn't tell Harry all about this, he wasn't the so-called protagonist nanny, and he had a whole plan for resurrecting Harry's parents.

But he couldn't let Harry lose confidence completely, and at least he should give him hope.

No! It should be said that there is hope in the matter itself.?

"Of course, the absence of that part of the book about Osiris's resurrection is not a serious problem."

Clark comforted Harry:

"The world thinks that ancient magic is good and powerful, but I don't think so.

Perhaps the knowledge handed down by the gods is indeed unfathomable and subtle.

But the knowledge that has been passed down from generation to generation by our brilliant human beings, and who have studied and developed on it, is not far behind. ”

"Is there any other way?"

Harry understood what he meant, of course, and his eyes were full of light again.

"Of course!" Clark nodded affirmatively, "We'll be able to figure it out, if you give me a little more time." ”

"And before that, the first thing we have to do is to thoroughly understand the content of this "Black Book of the Dead"."

Instead of continuing the conversation, they started the experiment again.

Harry walked to the center of the huge magic circle with the heavy Black Book of the Dead in his hand, and then draped the invisibility cloak he had brought with him.

Of course, before this, the hearts of the two of them had been connected by the [Psychic Link] ability.

The bright light overhead shone through the cloak of invisibility and shone on the bronze cover of the Black Book of the Dead, and the magical magic book immediately reflected an unreal and distorted strange light.

This light flows against the pages, like the lightest gauze scarf, like a flowing shadow, which is very dim, but it exudes a sacred, eternal charm.

Even the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs on the covers of the scriptures seem to come to life, recounting the poetry of the gods to the people.

On the bronze page of the book that Harry looked at was engraved a hymn of God:

Praise you, ah, Osiris.

You are the prince of the field.

You erect, you grow.

Your golden body, your green skin, your infinite broadness of mind and your kind countenance, live on this holy land.

May you give energy to the sky, life to the earth, and may you make no more deception in this world.

Praise be to you, O Siris.

You are the Lord of Hades, the embodiment of the night.

Thy priest comes out at dusk and washes his heart with a smile.

You are welcome to rise from death and restore tranquility to the earth.

The sacred wind, with music, blows through your golden scepter.

Eventually, at sunset, we will finally come to you, prostrate at your feet.

It was undoubtedly a poem in praise of Osiris, the god of the underworld, though Harry couldn't think of anything it had to do with magic, let alone reveal the secret of resurrection magic.

But when he opened the book, when the words flowed in the shadows, he inexplicably understood the meaning of the poems engraved with these hieroglyphs.

It was all so natural that he couldn't react to it when he first looked at it.

Fortunately, Clark later explained to him that it was engraved with the "divine script" invented by Thoth, the ancient Egyptian god of wisdom, this transcendent script, each word itself contains all the information.

Therefore, just by looking at it, you can know how it is read and what the words mean.

Harry cleared his throat, and as Clark had instructed, he raised his head and chest, and sang with a full emotion, affectionately:

"Glory to Osiris, prince of eternal end;

He passed through eons into eternity, crowning him with the south and the north;

He was the master of the gods and men, carrying a staff and whip of generosity and might.

Yes! King of kings, prince of princes, master of masters;

The earth is rejuvenated again, because of your enthusiasm;

Be your retinues in the past and in the future, and thou shalt lead them;

Your heart rests contentedly on the top of the hidden mountains.

Allow my spirit to hold fast on earth and triumph in eternity;

Allow me to land on your land with a tailwind......"

Harry held the Black Book of the Dead in his hand, shrouded in invisibility cloaks, and disappeared into reality, but the long priestly tone still sang from his immature voice, with a hint of sacredness, echoing in the empty basement.

Standing outside the magic array, Clark could feel that with this strange chanting sound, an extremely faint fluctuation also came from the depths below.

Finally, as if in an instant, as if after a long time, this wave arrived here, enveloping Harry standing in the center of the magic circle.

Because of the Cloak of Invisibility, Clark couldn't see what was happening, and he could only speculate about Harry's situation at this time based on the intermittent information of [Psychic Link].

On the other side, Harry, who was singing "The Dead Get Up and Sing a Tribute to the Lord of Eternity", felt the emptiness under his feet, and he was like falling into the endless cold deep sea, sinking and sinking.

Everything around me began to turn into a cool tone, and even the overhead lights lost a bit of their luster.

If Harry looked at it, he could even see that the scenery around him seemed to be soaked in the seawater, and there was a bit of a twisted and undulating feeling.

But he didn't notice this now, and he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Black Book of the Dead.

He always remembered what Clark had told him not to be distracted when praising the gods and singing hymns, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the gods.

Then his voice unconsciously became more high-pitched, as if in the grand sacrifice of ancient Egypt, the magnificent chanting of the priests echoed in the empty basement,

With this chant, the surrounding scenery began to change more and more severely, and the degree of distortion of those scenes became more and more outrageous.

Gradually, even Harry's body was slowly becoming transparent.

Eventually, when he felt his feet on solid ground again, and looked around, he realized that he had entered a dark, cold world, surrounded by broken walls.

In the face of this change, Harry's face did not show a panicked expression, but was very calm.

In fact, he had been to this place several times during his previous experiments, and according to Clarke, this should be the land corresponding to the ancestral home of the Puwit family in the underworld.

Of course, Clark is actually not very sure about this, after all, the rules of the underworld and the real world are different, not only are they divided into many layers, but the area is very large, even many times that of the yang world.

Among them, some of the buildings and mountains of the Yang World may leave projections in the underworld, but most of them are borderless lands generated after the transformation of the underworld.

And the reason why Clark guessed that the place where Harry landed was the land corresponding to the castle of the Puwitt family, or because Harry was around him, and a little shadow of the castle could be faintly seen in the ruins of the blue-black brick and stone.

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