Time is a magical thing, it passes inadvertently, and sometimes it can be very long.

John stayed for three days, and he couldn't sit still.

These days he always wants to go over and put a fire or smashing spell on the cabin, and it feels like something has been drilled into his head, and he keeps letting him in and release a spell.

"It's really irritating."

Pouting in displeasure, John had no choice but to numb himself by studying.

Taking out the Runiwen book, he used an illusion spell on himself from time to time.

Finally, on the sixth day, he saw the serpent come out.

His eyes were fixed on the serpent, who left the cabin.

"That's not enough."

Estimating the distance, John needed to attack within ten paces of the serpent.

And stay away from the cabin, lest you trigger the rebound spell inside.

His wand struck the trunk of the tree, and the supersensory spell circled a hundred meters.

No wind or grass could escape his eyes, and he waited quietly for the serpent to leave the cabin.

The chaotic color particles were left behind where the serpent passed, and these particles did not exist for a long time, but more in the serpent's body.

"Mist."

With his right hand outstretched, John puffed out his mouth and blew hard.

A mist like a hazy mist after the rain rose silently in the forest, this is fog magic.

John was hidden in the fog, and the super sense spell allowed him to clearly know the serpent's location even if he lost his vision.

He began to fly and silently followed the serpent's head.

Even in the fog, the serpent was still very familiar with the section of the road that he had walked hundreds of times.

It bites a lost rabbit to death and swallows it with its fur.

"It's so ferocious, it can't be connected to that voice at all."

Seeing the fierce appearance of the big snake is completely different from that delicate and weak and miserable voice.

Continue to follow until you reach the three-pronged tree where you first came, where the serpent eats small animals along the way, even if it is a red hat.

There was a hissing sound from time to time, but unfortunately John didn't have a parseltongue and couldn't understand it at all.

"This place is pretty much there."

Calculate the distance, this distance is not so fast even if Voldemort finds out.

He silently took out the anti-curse gloves from his handbag and put them on, then took out a bottle of black powder.

This powder, to put it mildly, was given by Quirrell, who wanted to make himself a Death Eater and sawed off the unicorn's horn.

As pure unicorns, once persecuted, they will erupt into a powerful curse that enters their bodies.

Drinking the blood of a unicorn will save you a breath, and the horn of a unicorn will put everything to sleep.

Carefully pouring down a little on the serpent, he manipulated the wind magic to send the powder to the serpent.

The black powder is inconspicuous, and if it weren't for the blessing of insight, you wouldn't be able to see it.

As the wind magic touched the serpent, Voldemort, the freak of the cabin, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Someone found Nagini."

"No !!"

Voldemort noticed that Nagini seemed to be asleep, and he immediately cast a spell with the last remaining magic.

John looked in the direction of the cabin, and the curse that rushed like a laser ray made his scalp tingle.

He landed as fast as he could, and came to the sleeping serpent.

Grabbing the serpent's tail, John decisively uses apparition.

The two figures huddled together, and the explosion left before the curse arrived.

The forest land collapsed, and Voldemort's blow directly changed the landscape where it was located.

But even so, Voldemort was not able to keep John.

He roared inside the cabin, and the animal that heard the sound was directly killed.

...

Outside Belby Manor.

"Crackling ——!"

There was a bang, and a large snake was thrown out.

John's face was pale, and his phantasmagoric transformation was only level 2, and this kind of long-distance travel with a snake really made him tired.

As he left, he heard Voldemort's scream, a sound that struck his soul as if it were about to burst his head.

"It is worthy of the second-generation Dark Lord, this strength, even without a wand, is extremely dangerous."

His expression was full of jealousy, and John thought of Tom Riddle, the young version of Voldemort who was only in the fifth grade, but also showed the strength of the Aurors.

It was hard for him to imagine how powerful Voldemort was at his peak.

If it weren't for Dumbledore, Voldemort would have ruled the wizarding world.

escaped death once, and John, who had fought several times, couldn't help but have a fast heartbeat.

Grabbing the serpent's tail, he dragged the serpent towards Belby Manor.

Damo Alex was still a little depressed, he just slept for a while, but when he woke up, John disappeared directly.

When it comes to each other's achievements, shouldn't they just take the results and run away?

Thinking of this, Damo Alex was a little flustered, for him, being robbed of honor was more uncomfortable than killing him.

"The first strike is strong, release it in advance, so that he can't snatch it."

Damo Alex's blood potion had not yet been tested, but in order to save his honor, he began to write letters.

After revisions, it was time for him to send the results out, and John returned.

"Damo Alex, is there a dungeon or something, preferably with enchantment magic."

John's current appearance is strange no matter how you look at it, there are still grass roots and leaves in his hair, and it is clear that it is not raining, but there is dew on his clothes.

The most important thing was the thing in his hand, which was a twelve-foot snake, dragged into the manor without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"John, what are you?"

Damo Alex forgot the letter in his hand, he watched John go and return, and immediately wanted to ask where John went.

But John didn't give him this chance, so he had to hold back and take John to the Belby's dungeon.

Throwing the serpent in, John also casts enchantment magic on the dungeon.

I don't know why I saw Damo Alex.

"Whew...... Finally, now we have the material for our experiment. ”

After doing everything, John touched the sweat that didn't exist.

He glanced at Damo Alex, who was wearing a cloak and a luxurious cane and was about to go out, and wondered, "Are you going out?" ”

"Uh...... I'm not in a hurry. Damo Alex put away the letter with a weak heart.

He recalled what John had just said, and said in surprise: "What did you just say...... Experimental material? ”

John asked the house-elf to prepare himself a cup of thick sweet hot chocolate, nodded and said casually, "This is a Blood Curse Patient." ”

"What?!"

Damo Alex, who was going to question, directly lit up his eyes, and he was not even afraid that the sleeping snake would wake up and run directly into the dungeon.

He laid his hand on the serpent, as if to see the rare Blood Curse patient.

"I'm guessing that this Blood Curse Orc has been transformed, but it seems that her soul still has some preservation, and we can try to start from here."

Taking the thick sweet hot chocolate respectfully handed by the house-elf, John took a sip.

He may not have liked the sweet and greasy taste before, but now he gulps it down.

After drinking the hot chocolate, John's pale face finally improved.

"Why does this big snake keep sleeping?" Damo Alex found out that something was wrong with the big snake, and he was moving so much that he didn't even mean to wake up.

John quickly finished the thick sweet chocolate and pretended to be nonchalant, "Oh, I used a technique similar to a sleeping charm, and I probably slept for a few months. ”

Hearing this, Damo Alex Fox asked, "How many months? ”

John coughed dryly twice, a little embarrassed, and said, "About two or three months." ”

"You're casting a stober spell on it dozens of times." Damo Alex was shocked.

If there are dozens of stober spells, even a fire dragon will sleep forever.

John is also using black unicorn powder for the first time, and it is normal for him to not be able to control the dose.

He said confidently: "That's just right, let's test it well." ”

Damo Alex also heard that this big snake would not be a good baby in terms of size, and it might be easier to test after being unconscious.

John was relieved to see that he was convinced.

At this moment, a silver thread floated in front of John's eyes, and he was slightly stunned, and the silk thread was connected to the body of the big snake.

Reaching out and touching it, the poignant and gentle voice sounded again.

"Help me and put an end to my suffering."

The sad voice seems to have despaired.

John pondered for a moment, then tried to respond, "I'm trying. ”

His voice entered the serpent's body through the silver thread, and the owner of the voice seemed to hear it.

There was a trill of disbelief in her voice, "Can you hear me?" ”

"Yes, so please don't give up, I'm working hard to get you out of the curse."

John's voice was soft, and it seemed that it was because the serpent was asleep that the voice was able to come out.

Every blood-cursed orc is a tragedy, and the poor man is saddled with a doomed end without even any fault.

John said in a deep voice, "Trust me. ”

When three words are spoken, it is obviously a young voice, but people can't help but trust it.

A force sprouted from Nagini's soon-to-be-shattered soul, and she spoke again.

"Who are you?"

"John Wick."

The words fell, the silver thread in his hand shattered, and floated towards the serpent, and their conversation ended.

John stared at the silver light floating in his hand in a daze, like a broken soul.

Dreamy, poignant.

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