After leaving the Borgin-Burke Magic Shop, Norlin lost the appetite to go any further.

These dark magic items were ridiculously expensive, and he had nothing in his hands suitable for exchange. What's more, he'd seen most of the dark magic items in Borgin Burke's shop, and the trip was worth it.

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, he boarded the bus home, and in the evening, Norlin returned to his long-lost home at No. 3 Privet Road.

The room was covered with a faint layer of dust, fluttering in the rays of the setting sun. Norlin cast a clean-up spell with some surprise, and the room was immediately much cleaner.

The last time he returned, Norlin learned his lesson and stocked up at home with lots of snacks that could be stored for a long time in case they were needed.

When Norlin sat on the couch with a bag of potato chips in his arms, the lights at 4 Privet Road were already on. Norlin could vaguely hear Vernon Dursley's shouting.

Survive this summer vacation, and you'll be liberated. Norlin cheered for Harry and spread out the nameless book on the table, plunging into research again.

He had managed to turn the third page before he could go to Professor Barbaring, and the mental disturbance at that time was a painful experience, like a giant nail running through Nolin's mind.

For a short time, Norlin had no intention of turning the fourth page again. He had a hunch that he might not be able to survive the mental disturbance at that time.

The book "A Brief Analysis of Ancient Runi" given to him by Professor Barburing, with her notes, can be said to be the most standard textbook for learning Runi.

After Norlin thoroughly understood the content of the book, he went to study the words on the nameless book, and the result was twice as effective with half the effort.

Time passed, and it had been almost a month since Norlin returned home.

I usually study such as Nikowen, and when I am tired, I go for a walk in London or the community, and then cook some side dishes by myself, so that I can live a good life.

The third page of the Unnamed Book of Names has come to an end, the result of a month of work by Norin. During this period, Norlin received many letters from his friends.

Elena said in the letter that her mother's complexion is getting better day by day, so she has been in a beautiful mood since the holidays. Zhang Qiu shared with him an interesting story about his time in the countryside and invited him to visit China when he had time in the future.

Smith was not heard from at all, and he didn't know what to do. The Weasley twins were urging Norlin to visit their home, and their parents were interested in Norlin, and their younger siblings wanted to meet him.

Now that you have promised them, let's go in a few days, just to see their Burrow with your own eyes.

Norin thought with a faint smile.

Professor Babling also came with a letter, enclosing a large pile of papers and books, which tired the owl who delivered the letter. The breathless look that Norlin thought was going to see Merlin after delivering the letter.

He hastened to fetch him some food and water, and the owl relieved himself and flapped his wings gratefully.

Last semester, Professor Barblin mentioned to him that she was going to write a thesis. Now that Professor Babling is finally about to start work, he asks Norlin to sort out the relevant materials in the documents and books for her.

Norin glanced at the topic of her dissertation, "On the Combination of Ancient Runic Scripts and Modern Spells."

"It's so powerful."

Norin said with a smile that Professor Babling's wish was probably to research the application of Runiwen to modern spells to increase or improve their power.

In fact, there are many people involved in this work, but very few have succeeded.

Norlin laid out everything that Professor Barblin had sent him on the table, and unsurprisingly, the cover was full of the tadpole-like rune letters he was familiar with.

Norlin didn't get irritated, on the contrary, he was also interested in the subject and threw himself into it.

The job given to him by Professor Babling was relatively easy, he only needed to organize the information. Norin is now a member of the study of the ancient runi script, and he doesn't feel any pressure to do it.

It's just that once when I was thinking about the connection between ancient and modern magic, the mental distraction on the Nameless Book flashed through my mind.

There is no doubt that this is a type of soul magic. But Norlin suddenly found that he couldn't find any offensive soul spells in modern spells. Dementorship is barely one, but more often used for interrogation.

In ancient magic, soul magic is not uncommon, and the most typical is the necromancy system in the eight schools of magic.

"Why?"

After sending out the materials that Professor Babling needed, Norlin touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

As far as Norlin knew, souls were like particles, unable to look directly. But the wizarding world is an extraordinary world after all, and there should be no shortage of similar means.

With a stir in his mind, he took out the mask of pain he had bought from Bogin Bock.

Bought the mask that day just because he liked the name of the mask and was a little curious about its effect. Now when he thinks back to the words of Borgin Bock at that time, he suddenly has the feeling of picking up a treasure.

"It has a deterrent and intimidating effect, and it can be regarded as a faint soul magic."

Norin muttered and repeated, the light in his eyes shining brighter and brighter. He slowly put the mask on his face, and after using his magic to activate its effect, he took it off and looked it squarely.

In Nolin's eyes, the mask seemed to turn into a black hole, and like a whirlpool, slowly pulling Nolin's gaze into it.

A sense of unprovoked fear appeared in Norin's heart, and his heart was cold. But in a matter of seconds, Norlin was able to break free from this strange state.

"Is that the only degree? Or does it only work for people with low magical powers? ”

Norlin muttered dissatisfied, but there was a sense of absurdity in his heart. Unexpectedly, when this mask was bought, the first person to deal with was himself......

Norlin closed his eyes, intently feeling the fluctuations of magic coming from the mask. Unlike the usual magic of spells, it seems to be channeled by another unseen power mobilization.

Norlin tried to enter the state of meditation, and found that in this state, he could see countless tiny particles of energy in the air, which were formless, bodyless, and weightless, but seemed to act directly on the soul, enveloping the magic on the mask.

"It's ......"

Norin was startled and withdrew from his meditative state. His intuition told him that this was the embodiment of the mask's effect.

"If this is soul magic, it is equivalent to temporarily stripping a part of consciousness and attacking other people's souls? But how do you perceive and mobilize your soul? Could it be ...... When you meditate, you use the soul as a vehicle? ”

The process of mental disturbance on the first page of the Nameless Book came back to his mind again. He entered a meditative state again, not bothering to accept the magic that was being used against him, but trying his best to mobilize a part of his consciousness, splitting the magic into several needles and stabbing towards the mask.

"Click."

There was a crunch, and the mask of pain shattered into two pieces.