Sirius Black's prison break has left the Ministry of Magic in a state of distress and scares many wizarding families, but in any case, the start date of Hogwarts, which is almost an annual 'event' in the wizarding world, has not changed.

Diagon Alley is gradually returning to its former bustle, and even Amosta, who has rarely left his room since mid-to-late August, can tell from the noise coming from outside the open windows.

Hedwig's cage was still hanging from the window, but it was empty, and the snow-white owl, like its owner, had run out for a walk.

Amosta stared silently at a frog in the cage that had been captured by Hedwig for a snack, and when his thoughts were a little clearer, he lowered his head to look at the tattered research manuscripts spread out on the table.

This pile of manuscripts was picked up by Amosta from the trading market of the underground world last time, according to the owner who sold it, this is the research manuscript left by the despicable Helmo, the originator of the dark wizard of ancient Greece, whether this pile of manuscripts was left by Helpo, Amosta does not care, but the content left on it is indeed worthy of the dozens of gold gallons he spent.

"--Imprint a curse or some magic into the soul of a living thing, and as long as the race continues to die, that race will be cursed forever... Hiss, terrible magic. ”

Amosta squinted, her fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.

In his image, it does seem that there is a lost curse with a similar effect - the Blood Curse.

The Blood Spell will cause the Curse Bearer to convert into two forms, a human and a snake, which may sound amazing, but it is actually very cruel, because this curse will continue to 'pollute' the magic in the Curse's blood, and will gradually increase the speed of contamination as the magic in the body grows, and when you are completely unable to resist, you will lose your human form and memory forever.

The most desperate thing about this curse is that it spreads like a virus with blood ties, which means that if a wizard is struck, your children and grandchildren will suffer this desperate pain for the rest of their lives until the family is severed one day.

Compared to the three unforgivable curses, Amosta thought that this blood curse was much more terrifying.

When he was studying at Hogwarts, Amosta looked up an introduction to the Blood Charm from a book in the forbidden section, "The Most Poisonous Magic", which also mentioned a Horcrux and left text in the book, both of which were invented by the ancient Greek wizard Helpo.

The pile of rotten pages in front of me recorded some experimental records in the creation of this curse, as well as the incomplete theoretical basis.

Amosta has been studying the manuscript for some time, and based on the fragments of information on the manuscript paper, he has tried to deduce the theoretical configuration of magic, and then derive the corresponding spells and casting postures from the complex configuration of spells.

It was clear that it was blue and white, but with the mysterious trail of the tip of Amosta's staff, the room with the window sash wide open gradually fell into darkness, as if a veil-like shadow seeped through the nothingness, obscuring the light in the room.

The ominous aura that gradually filled the air unnerved Hedwig's cage, and the frog in Hedwig's cage lay on its legs and chirped loudly.

Amosta stared at the frog in the cage, and before he knew it, the illusion magic that obscured his eyes had been shattered by the magic that continued to pour out, and the pair of eyes like pure purple gems revealed palpitating evil thoughts, and the immobile frog floated uncontrollably, even if it only had a shallow sense of self, and its two bulging eyeballs had revealed clear fear, as if it knew that its death was imminent.

The turquoise color of the frog's skin turned gray in the warped space that enveloped its body, and melted and dripped, like wax, and vanished completely.

In the space where the frog was before, a vague silhouette of a frog emitting a faint white glow appeared, looking like a ghost.

"Soul..."

Surrounded by the powerful and evil magic, Amosta's handsome face exuded indescribable majesty, and he moved slowly and gently with his wand, and wisps of black gas erupted from the tip of the wand.

The moment the writhing, life-like black gas appeared in the room, the slightly dark air in the room began to vibrate slightly, if it weren't for some defensive spells arranged by Amosta in advance, then I'm afraid that everyone in the entire Leaky Cauldron Bar would be affected to a certain extent!

As the frog soul closest to the black qi, it was undoubtedly the most affected, and the white outline trembled almost in the air when facing the black qi.

Seeing this situation, Amosta's movements became more gentle, and the hand holding the staff was gentle as if caressing the lover's cheek... Oh, no, he doesn't have a lover..., it's like stroking the golden Galleon.

Under his control, the black qi that writhed like a snake gradually reached out to the tentacles like white souls, slowly and steadily...

Bang!

A dull roar appeared in the room, and the oncoming breeze carried countless dreamy points of light like fireflies, causing Amosta to subconsciously squint his eyes.

Failed...

Amosta waved his hand to disperse the scattered frog soul points of light, and his heart crossed with enlightenment, but his expression was not disappointed.

Experimental research and reverse derivation of spells are like this, failure is the norm, success is accidental, as long as you can find a perfect way, it is not nothing.

Amosta waved his wand to clear the pus from Hideaway's cage, then leaned back in his chair and picked up the difficult manuscript to study, occasionally flipping through the magic script in Runi to see if there were any translation errors.

In the corner of the table, there was a stack of brand new parchment full of calculations, which was the process of Amosta's complete deduction of the spell configuration during this time, and after the manuscript did not give him more inspiration, Amosta reached for his scratch paper again, and tested the derivation process himself, but... Again, no problems were found.

That's weird!

Amosta closed her eyes and thought in her head.

According to the stack of manuscripts he had found, if the magic was successfully cast, he would receive a cursed frog soul, and this soul would be a curse, and when he wanted to curse someone one day, another spell would forcibly embed the curse into the soul of the cursed person.

In this way, if the curse is successfully cast, the curse sufferer and his descendants will face the torment of life worse than death, and at most they will become a frog before they are thirty years old.

In the process of creating this curse, the creator did not think about unraveling the curse at all, so unless the reproduction is interrupted, the pain will be passed on from generation to generation.

Why did it fail...

Amosta was still pondering the question, but the sudden sound of footsteps in the hallway interrupted his thought process, and before the visitor knocked on the door, Amosta had already eliminated all the 'evidence of crime', and when he got up, he brushed his palms over his eyes, 'restoring' the color of his eyes.

I need a quiet, undisturbed place for me to experiment...

As he walked through the wooden door, Amosta suddenly remembered the magical room on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, which was a great place to experiment and study...























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