Professor Dumbledore looked at Mr. Malfoy, whose eyes were shining, and there was no emotion in his voice:

"Mr. Malfoy, can you elaborate a little bit about the Blood Curse?"

For the poor wizard who died under Tom's curse, Mr. Malfoy's grief almost turned into saliva falling from his mouth, and then he put away the magic mirror again, and then said:

"Roughly speaking, blood curses are generally black magic that uses blood and other mediums, and uses a few different souls as the source of the curse's power."

Just like the faces of those people lying on the surface of the magic mirror just now, it is likely that Tom is the medium to curse others.

Talented...... Ahh

Ranko pondered the template of the spell and was surprised to find that it was a new kind of dark magic, and it looked more like a hybrid of ancient blood magic and modern magic.

Leading the way of the current small era.

"Ahem." He waved his head, suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and continued:

"The earliest origins of this magic can be traced back to Southeast Asia, where a form of black magic used by wizards is called head-lowering, and records suggest that the theory of blood magic originated there."

"The International Federation of Wizards – Regulations on the Prohibition of Dark Magic stipulates that one of the conditions for the definition of black magic is whether or not to use blood with specific effects as a condition for the composition of magical power, including but not limited to dragons, unicorns, griffins and a series of magical creatures with power."

"The Blood Curse is a prime example of the curse of the Dark Arts, which was born in the 80s when Karin Lomet, then president of the International Confederation of Wizards, died in a conspiracy orchestrated by dark wizards.

"According to the relevant announcement given by the International Wizengamot Court at the time, Karin Lomet died under the curse of the blood curse, and the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic in various countries began to die of the same curse one after another."

"This situation caused the International Federation of Wizards to take it very seriously, and this situation continued for more than half a year, until finally the Thai Ministry of Magic caught the dark wizard who was performing the curse in an alley outside the Ministry of Magic, and obtained first-hand information along with the corresponding spells and the blood of the members of the Ministry of Magic."

Dark wizards talk about the rules of the dark arts, which is somewhat magical, but it does happen in front of a few professors.

Some things about the blood curse can only be understood by outsiders under the explanation of the dark wizard who really understands this way. Several professors have also heard of the large-scale cursed killings in the last century.

"Is that a blood curse?"

Snape asked rhetorically.

"It can only be counted as the simplest blood curse." Mr. Malfoy said:

"They are cursed on the condition that their own blood is accidentally obtained by someone else, and the curse through the blood of the cursed and the blood of some unicorns is also the most basic use of the blood curse."

Tom's spell curses a fictitious thing, and cursing a position is much harder than cursing a person.

"It is also said that the source of the power of the curse is likely to be the soul of another wizard, or a magical creature?"

Professor McGonagall asked.

Ranko thought for a moment and said:

"Looking at the picture just now, it should have been at least twenty lives or more sacrifices to achieve that effect, and the curse ethereal thing is obviously more terrifying than the real thing."

"How to crack it?"

"The composition of the spell of the Blood Curse itself is very complex, and with some other factors in it, it is very difficult to crack...... Well, if you guys can provide a specific spell that is, I can try to reverse analyze the spell's cracking spell, but don't expect too much. ”

Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Dumbledore, who pushed his half-moon glasses, his tone still softening:

"Mr. Malfoy, can you ease the power of the curse?"

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore."

A bright and terrifying Malfoy-esque smile bloomed on Ranko's face, "While cracking the curse itself is challenging, it is possible to moderate the power of the spell even if it doesn't require the specific content of the curse. ”

This is also the method chosen by most healers at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and it makes no sense that he wouldn't.

"I'll leave it to you."

Behind the half-moon glasses, Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes were filled with ambivalent emotions.

"Of course."

Mr. Malfoy had no intention of probing the minds of others, and was naturally blind to what he saw.

……

In the eighth-floor Responsive Room, Mr. Malfoy, after a tiring day's work, handed over a well-behaved and sensible-looking doll with curly blond hair to Professor Snape, who had been with him all along.

"It can prevent the curse from happening to a certain extent, but be careful, when its skirt is completely shattered, it means that the curse can no longer be suppressed, and Professor Dumbledore must be told this when the time comes, to prevent some possible accidents."

Professor Snape, who had watched Mr. Malfoy wave his wand for a day, wiped his stiff face, and after taking the doll, he felt that the touch of the doll gave him a very subtle feeling.

"Dragonskin ......"

The corners of Professor Snape's mouth twitched, and he didn't know if he was shocked by the terrible black magic or shocked by the Malfoys' generosity.

He finally remembered where Ranko Malfoy's name came from, and understood what the little communication between Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall meant.

This, no, a kid much older than his age...... There are indeed many things in the world of magic that he cannot understand......

Seeing Snape leave the Room with a cold face and go back to the house, Mr. Malfoy waved his wand and cleaned up the bottles and cans on the table.

In the corner, in the huge icicles like freezers, the quail's eggs trembled slightly, and the little life inside seemed to wake up at any time, but every time it was always a little worse, and Mr. Malfoy couldn't help but be nervous when he saw it.

"It looks pretty much the same, but why don't you break the shell......"

Fingers shook the quail eggs in the icicles, and Mr. Malfoy shook his head helplessly.

When he first met Oreo, he was already a full-fledged partridge, and he didn't really take care of the partridge that was reborn from the ashes, and most of the literature doesn't record this magical animal.

"Maybe ask Dumbledore for Newt's contact information?"

It was a wizard who loved magical creatures, and there might be a corresponding account of him there.

"Mr. Malfoy."

The house-elf teacup suddenly appears in the room with good news.

"Professor Dumbledore seems to be quite satisfied with the fruits of my labor."

With the library card signed by Professor Dumbledore himself, Mr. Malfoy put a series of expensive items on the table, such as dragon blood and phoenix feathers, back into his pocket, and walked out of the door of the Room of Requirement.