Albania, in a desolate and remote forest.

The forest at night is as secluded as the Forbidden Forest, except that deep in the forest, there is a magic circle that emits a faint glimmer of light.

Around the circle of several circular inlays, many ancient arcane runes flashed, each of which was glowing slightly.

Albus Dumbledore stood in the center of the circle, his blue eyes looking seriously at the runes on the ground.

His mouth was full of words, and his right hand unconsciously waved slightly, and the elderberry wand in his hand trembled imperceptibly with each click.

"Excellent junior. He was the one who could beat Grindelwald, and I was very optimistic about that little guy back then. ”

A voice of approval rang out from the circle, and strangely enough, there was no one else in the circle but Dumbledore.

"No matter how powerful you were in life, this is not your time anymore."

Dumbledore raised his eyes, the complexity in his eyes flashed, and he smiled and said, "What does it mean that there is only such a broken soul left in the world?" Death is a greater adventure. ”

"It's just the rhetoric of the weak."

The voice was noncommittal, "That's all for today." This circle shouldn't hold you for long. ”

"It's that you can't hold on for long."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, and the Elder Wand was pointed at a certain point where the streamers of the circle converged, and the next moment, the circle trembled and the light dimmed.

Dumbledore walked out of the circle and dismantled the circle mercilessly.

"I didn't expect there to be such an interesting wizard as you in this era. There will be a period later. ”

The sound drifted away, leaving only the echo of the aftermath.

Dumbledore turned his head to look into the depths of the Albanian forest, shook his head, and sighed in a low voice:

"Eventful."

Then the body spun in a circle and disappeared in place.

……

"What do you mean?"

Norlin asked, blinking his eyes as he stared at the centaur prophet.

The centaur prophet looked at Elena and asked, "Would you mind telling him?" ”

Elena glanced at Nolin, bit her lip, and shook her head slightly.

The centaur prophet sighed, his hands clenched into a strange shape, and there seemed to be a mist floating in the air over Elena.

When the fog lifted, Elena reappeared unharmed, but Nolin's pupils shrunk.

On Elena's white neck and arms, there were black lines stacked on top of each other, as if indifferent eyes were staring at Norin, which looked extremely strange.

"It's ......"

Norin frowned as the Tsushimar Prophet asked.

"Bloodline curse."

The centaur prophet spoke briefly, a little on his right hand, and the black marks were once again hidden under his skin.

"The cursed magic in the Chapter of Chaos has been appearing since the age of eight, and the older you get, the more painful it becomes."

"Eight? Wouldn't that be—" Nolin's eyes widened.

"That's right, awakening with a magical riot."

The Centaur Prophet nodded.

"But how could she have such a curse?"

"The ancestors of the Selwyns, who were at odds with the holders of the Chapter of Mayhem at the time, were planted with this curse to this day."

Elena explained, anger and reluctance in her voice that Norlin could easily hear.

Of course, this curse is not without benefits. People with curses will increase their magic power much faster than ordinary people. It's just that...... This comes at the cost of the consumption of life force. ”

"When the curse in her body grows to a certain extent, the condensed magic will explode, it may be decades, it may be years, and the pain will always be with her. When the curse erupts, she will be transformed into an icy killing machine. ”

"In the beginning, this curse was used in warfare. Every person who explodes with a curse has a strength far beyond that of ordinary wizards. ”

"How can I help?"

Norin's expression became serious, and after hearing the words vitality, he realized that the girl beside him was quietly carrying such heavy shackles.

"Only the complete Chapter of Chaos can we know how to exorcise the curse. But it's a pity that in the battle between black and white, "Chapter of Chaos" has long fallen apart, turned into fragments, and disappeared in the world. ”

Fragments?

Norin's heart perked up, and he subconsciously thought of the page that had been snatched from the library.

"Don't talk about this, you said I can help just now, what should I do?"

Pulling his thoughts back, Norlin said impatiently.

The centaur prophet took a deep look at him, stood up, and walked towards the stone gate.

"Although the "Chapter of Chaos" is difficult to trace, there is more than "Chapter of Chaos" in the world. At the height of ancient magic, there were two ancient books that could rival it. ”

"The Centaur Ancestor Davros, whose mission from the beginning was to protect the Mystical Codex and wait for its successor to arrive. This is also the mission that the horses have passed down from generation to generation. ”

The centaur prophet said a bunch of words that Norlin could hear, his dry palms resting on the ancient stone door, closing his eyes and chanting a spell gently.

"However, the Mystical Codex has extremely strict requirements for its successor. The successor needs to have the sigil, as well as the ancient meditation method. One is indispensable. ”

The centaur prophet pointed his other hand at Norlin, and there seemed to be a magic force on his finger, and Norlin only felt a sharp pain in his forehead, and at the same time, the murmur in his head became more and more intense, as if it was extremely impulsive and longing.

"Ahh

Elena, who was watching from the sidelines, exclaimed in surprise and watched as a trefoil-shaped mark appeared on Norin's forehead.

There was a glimmer of light on the imprint, as if it was extremely happy to see the light of day again. The sharp pain on his forehead gradually disappeared, and Norlin took out a mirror and stared at it in a daze for a while.

"Why- this thing is on my head?"

Norin reached out and touched the mark, which was no different from normal skin, just a little burning.

He asked blankly, and the scene before the time crossing suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The answer is up to you."

The old face of the centaur prophet showed a hint of relief, "Although we centaurs are stargazers and have a certain degree of stargazing prophecy ability, it is beyond our ability to predict the whereabouts of our successors. That's why we've been doing this for hundreds of years. ”

The stone door moved gently and opened to both sides.

"From the second you appeared, I sensed that there was an aura of ancient meditation on you. And as a centaur prophet, I have the ability to discern imprints. ”

Or because it has not been opened for a long time, when the stone door is opened, dust falls from time to time. When fully opened, a swarthy hole faced Norlin and Elena.

"Go in, kid. There may be an answer to the curse, and the Secret Book of Laws will see the light of day. ”

The centaur prophet stepped out of the way.

Norlin quickly judged whether it was a trap or not, weighing the pros and cons. Behind him, there was a sudden commotion.

A blasting spell slammed into the centaur tribe, and the centaurs were caught off guard and hurriedly took up their weapons and pointed their bows towards the passage.

A mysterious black robe flew in the air and sighed softly:

"Unexpected delight. Big surprise. ”

Underneath the mask, there is unconcealed greed and desire.