"You go back first." Ike whispered to the four.

With one victim already there, Stewart and the others were slightly safer. However, it cannot be ruled out that Comrade Xiaofu suddenly went crazy and created a new attack in front of the public.

"It's safer to go back to the dormitory, it's safer than here." Seeing that the four of them were unmoved, Ike hurriedly persuaded again.

"Are you here...... then?" asked Stewart.

"I'm going to confirm something." Ike shook his head and motioned for the four of them to leave again. Although Stewart and the others were very worried when they saw this, they also decided to follow Ike's arrangement and left against the crowd.

After the four left, Ike took his attention. Leaning to the front, he frowned and looked at Roger lying motionless on the ground from a distance.

He took out the glasses from his pocket and put them on them, feeling a little relieved.

The magic still flowed in Roger's body, slowly, but it did flow, indicating that he was still alive, and that was a good thing.

Ike was afraid that Comrade Xiao Fu would directly kill the killer, which was not impossible. So far, it's fine, but it's impossible to say in the future.

"Get out of the way, don't gather around here, go back to the dormitory!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the crowd, and the crowd naturally gave way to her voice.

"Prefects, bring back all the students of your own academy!" Professor McGonagall gave the orders again, in a very serious tone.

At that moment, a Ravenclaw student raised his hand, and there was audible fear in his tone: "Teach...... Professor, I ...... We don't have any prefects......"

Professor McGonagall looked at the student, then at Roger lying on the ground, and before he could speak, Professor Flitwick arrived.

"I'll take them back first, Minerva, and I'll look for you later."

"Excuse me, Filius."

Professor Flitwick nodded lightly and clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the eaglets.

"Okay boys, now come back to the dormitory with me and sleep obediently."

One by one, the eaglets followed Professor Flitwick in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower. Ike didn't move, still standing in place, quietly looking at Roger and the blood words on the wall in a daze.

Professor McGonagall knew something, and didn't say anything, but urged the prefects of the other houses to hurry up and bring the students back.

After a few moments of commotion, Professor McGonagall was left alone beside Roger.

"Mr. Stred." Professor McGonagall said, "Help me carry Mr. Davis to the University Hospital, where Dumbledore is waiting for us. ”

Ike nodded, took out his wand and clicked it in the air, and Roger's body floated up. He then followed Professor McGonagall in the direction of the University Hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, Dumbledore, Snape, Sprout, and Madam Pomfrey were there. Madam Pomfrey took Roger and placed him on a hospital bed, and began a series of examinations.

A short time later, Professor Flitwick, who was dropping off the students, arrived. After waiting for a few more moments, Madam Pomfrey sighed helplessly, and Dumbledore asked, "Bobby, how is Mr. Davis?" ”

"Alive, that's all I can say." Madam Pomfrey looked sad and confused, "But I can't tell why he got to be the way he is." ”

"Maybe it's dark magic, maybe it's a curse, I'm not sure, I've never seen it before."

Dumbledore walked to Roger's bedside in silence, pulled out his wand, and said a spell in his mouth, the tip of which glowed sky-blue.

Gently tapped on Roger's head, the blue light rippled like water lines, spread out in circles, and then disappeared into Roger's body.

Faintly, a black mist emerged from Roger's body, but shrank back as soon as it appeared.

"I kind of know what it is." Dumbledore put away his wand and said, "It's a curse, an evil, cruel curse. ”

There was a slight pause, as if caught in the memory of how long it had been since Dumbledel had spoken.

"What curse? Albus? Seeing this, Professor McGonagall interrupted Dumbledore's thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Minerva." Coming back to his senses, Dumbledore continued, "That was almost fifty years ago......"

"At the beginning, I was with ...... The man traveled together, searching for the true meaning of magic. We got involved in a nuisance by accident in Istanbul......"

"That was the first time I've seen this curse......"

Pushing the glasses on his nose, Dumbledore continued, "We all know that in that land of Africa, in addition to the Vagado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there is also a Voodoo heritage. These are the two largest branches of magic heritage in Africa. ”

"But in some small tribes, there is still some primitive magic that has been handed down from ancient times......"

"Because these spells are weird and go against our perception of magic, they are all weird and evil in the eyes of many people. But actually, it seems to me that these magic ......"

"Albus!" Seeing that Dumbledore was getting more and more biased, Professor McGonagall immediately interrupted.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Minerva." Dumbledore smiled, "Where did I just say that...... Oh yes, curse! ”

"Yes, a very primitive but vicious curse!"

"It has only one function, and that is to continue life!"

Dumbledore casually glanced at Ike and continued, "It can connect one person's life to another, but unilaterally, the life force of the cursed person will slowly nourish the other, and this process will continue for one to two months until the life force of the cursed person is completely drained. ”

"Throughout the process, the cursed person is completely unconscious, like Mr. Davis, and only wakes up until the moment when his life is completely exhausted, but only for a moment."

"At that moment, all the accumulated pain of the cursed person in these two months will add up and explode in an instant, and then sacrifice the last of his life to the person who inflicted the curse."

"Isn't there a way to crack it? Albus. Professor McGonagall asked.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "As far as I know, there is no other way than to kill the spellcaster. ”

There was a dead silence in the school hospital, so quiet that you could hear everyone's breathing clearly.

"Mr. Stred......" Dumbledore looked at Ike with a flat look, "You have to hurry up and find him, although this curse will last for a month or two, the lost vitality is not so easy to recover, if it takes too long, Mr. Davis will lose some of it permanently." ”

Ike wasn't surprised that Dumbledore had picked things up in front of so many people, and it wasn't surprising that the hospital at this time was full of his staunch supporters, so it wasn't surprising to know something about Ike.

In fact, when Ike saw that there was no Lockhart in the school hospital, he already knew that this scene was bound to happen.

"I understand." Ike nodded, then asked rhetorically, "But Professor, am I alone?" ”

"That's right, Mr. Stred......"

"There's no one else to meddle in this." Dumbledore said, "Remember the blood writing on the wall? ”

"Remember: come to me, this is the first one!"

"Yes, Mr. Stredder, I can tell you for sure that it's also an ancient contract magic, and it only works on you." Dumbledore's expression looked a little serious, and his tone was much more serious, "Remember that special gift you received at Christmas?" This contract has been signed since then without your knowledge......"

"Sacrifice your cherished life as a sacrifice to the demon god, and under the power of magic, you have signed a contract of life and death."

Dumbledore pulled out a wand that looked like a human fingerbone and pointed it at Ike, and the tip of the wand emitted a soft white light to envelop Ike. Under the light of white light, Ike was surprised to find that wisps of blood-colored red mist suddenly appeared in his body. The red mist slowly converged, eventually forming two entangled snakes overhead.

"Sure enough, as I expected." Dumbledore sighed.

"Life and death contract, you can only live one ...... between you and him"