Like a flower of hell blooming in the human world, the flame of the earth continues to sprinkle splash-like flames around, the petals of this soul texture seem to be just illusory, but it has a strong corrosive power, when it touches the table and the floor, the table and the floor at the place of the landing point seem to have experienced many springs, summers, autumns and winters in an instant, the deep color gradually turns gray, and in the blink of an eye, it will be corrupted into ash!

It worked!

Amosta pursed his lips, almost cheering, he hadn't been so happy in a long time about overcoming the difficulty of developing a spell.

The dim light shrouded the room, and also reflected Amosta's handsome face a little evilly, he quietly stared at the nimble flame, admiring his 'proud work', but this is, suddenly there was a strange sound outside the door, Amosta looked at it, only one glance, and his brow was slightly furrowed.

It was Kreacher, who had been obeying orders to guard the door for itself, but its old body could no longer withstand the magic escaping from the room, and it fainted directly in the corridor outside.

Amosta suddenly came back to his senses, he had been focusing on the blood spell, not realizing that the experiment had had had had a bad effect on the surroundings, most of the entire Black Mansion had been covered with a layer of pale blue frost, and many of the portraits of the ancestors of the Black family were frozen in their respective frames, and they could only express their anger with their eyes.

The Muggles living in rooms 11 and 13 of Grimmauld Place also felt that something was wrong, the red sunset was still spreading in the sky, and the sky above them was clear, but the room was too cold to be hostile.

Amosta's eyebrows deepened, and he realized that now was not the time to rejoice in his accomplishments.

The Irish leprechaun on one side woke up once, but after being bitten by the snake that bound it, he fainted with a blue face.

Amosta took control of the Evil Woman's soul and slowly floated above its head, and after taking a deep breath, the wand suddenly pressed down, and the flames ignited!

In an instant, a howl of pain resounded throughout the old mansion, and the howl of the awakened Irish leprechaun was even sharper than that of Mrs. Walbuga Black, who saw the mudblood defiling the family mansion downstairs.

The Irish leprechauns, not much larger than goblins, were covered in hideous magic patterns, and these blood-colored lines seemed to be alive in the pitch black, and they desperately squeezed into the leprechaun's body, cruelly devouring the life and soul of the leprechaun.

This is the most vicious curse of all, and if the Irish leprechaun hadn't died here and left behind its descendants, its descendants would not have been able to escape the curse planted by Amosta for thousands of years!

The erosion of the spell took effect quickly, and after only two minutes, the Irish leprechaun's body had changed dramatically.

Like a soft mass of plasticine, the leprechaun's body became extremely malleable, the protruding facial features collapsing rapidly, the short fingers becoming slender and sharp, and the feet retracting with a thud.

Colorful feathers sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and at the back of the back, the wing bones were bloodily piercing the skin and stretching out, and the nerves, blood vessels, and flesh covered the bare wing bones like mold, and quickly took shape.

The Irish leprechaun's cry of pain grew sour, and it could no longer curse Amosta, for it had lost the ability to speak, and only the eyes that stared at him were still filled with unspeakable hatred!

Ga!

When a recognizable cry with the magical power of a bewitching mind resounded through the room, the brutal transformation ended.

It's not Transfiguration; Not a compound decoction; Nor is it Animagus. A living Irish leprechaun has been transformed into another magical animal in front of Amosta!

"It's amazing. Genius! ”

It's been more than ten years since I've been in contact with the wizarding world, and Amosta, who has gone from a magic apprentice who didn't know anything to the point where he is now 'proud of the witches', still can't help but sigh.

Although he was able to repair the Blood Spell with just a few experimental records and the remaining spell configurations, which was already a gifted performance, it still pales in comparison to the rumored inventor of the Blood Spell and Horcrux, the legendary ancient Greek wizard 'Hellbo the Despicable'!

Even Muggles know that if the type of blood and organs do not match, a forced transplant will only kill people, and the magic of the Blood Charm can completely embed a unique soul into the soul of another species, such a method is 'unscientific' even for wizards with mana!

Following the panicked Irish leprechaun who couldn't figure out what was going on with him, Amosta smiled heartily at the corners of his mouth.

Horcruxes use killing as a knife to cut their own souls and store them on objects, and as long as the soul fragments are not destroyed, the soul of the original owner can survive forever.

There is only one circumstance in which a split soul can return to the Lord's soul, and that is to repent, sincerely, and sincerely for what they have done, so as to win a chance for their soul to be consummated, but when the soul is merged, it is far beyond the pain of physical destruction, and this pain can even directly take the life of the original owner.

Blood spells, on the other hand, can 'glue' different souls together.

Amosta silently pulled out a glass bottle from his bosom, which contained a milky white halo of light, the texture and brilliance of which closely resembled the soul of the Evil Bird.

Holding the bottom of the bottle, Amosta slowly swirled in his palm, his expression intimidating.

The bottle contained a fragment of Voldemort's soul!

Not a locket, not a Ravenclaw tiara, but the first Horcrux Tom Riddle had ever made, a fragment of a soul hidden in the black notebook

It doesn't seem accurate to describe it as a soul fragment, because, in the Slytherin Chamber of Secret, the soul in that notebook had been dismembered by Amosta, and now the bottle contained the soul origin after 'purification', which was abandoned by Voldemort, as human emotions and desires!

The memories he had stripped of with his own hands, and later recovered from Draco's dormitory after meeting Harry, told Amosta that what he had in his hands would be the winner and loser of Voldemort

When Amosta came out of his contemplation and stuffed the glass bottle back into the storage bag, the 'wicked bird' had reverted to its form as a leprechaun, the Irish leprechaun curled up in the corner, staring at Amosta helplessly and horrified, it was so frightened that even its hateful eyes had gone.

The blood spell is not a one-time permanent transformation, at the beginning, it is a phased transformation with no regularity, and with the passage of time, the frequency of forced transformation becomes higher and higher, until finally, the soul can no longer absorb and transform the pure magic power in the space, and its own power is all infected, and the spirit as an intelligent creature will be blinded and permanently transformed into a beast.

And if you leave descendants in the process, then the power of the Blood Spell will be bridged by the ties of blood, and the infected descendants will inherit your tragic fate.

In Amosta's opinion, spells such as the Killing Curse, the Imperius Curse, the Heart Piercing Curse, or the Fierce Fire Curse are cruel and far from being comparable to the Blood Curse.

Amosta's fingertips shot out a burst of red light and stunned the Irish leprechaun, this little thing cost him a full two thousand gold coins, it was too wasteful to simply 'destroy', although he had mastered the blood spell, but there were still some very important extension experiments, and he still needed the cooperation of this little guy.

Amosta spends a few days living happily ever after in Black's old mansion, where no one will disturb his sinister magical experiments, and Kreacher will not reveal his information, and the old house-elf has become more respectful of Amosta because of the evil magic that the lab has leaked from the lab.

The descendants of pure-blood wizard families, who wouldn't press the dark magic at the bottom of the box with a few hands, only the freak of the young master Sirius disdains the great dark magic.

The good days are always short-lived, and a letter from Wizengamot, forwarded by Dumbledore, ended his pleasant 'holiday life'.

(End of chapter)