Peter led with his sword in front and Harry followed, and the two of them pressed their breath as they entered the mansion.

The hazy moonlight filtered through the glass dome, dispelling the darkness in the hall slightly.

The hall occupies almost half of the main building of the manor, with a ceiling of 20 meters, and a two-storey giant crystal lamp hangs from a transparent glass dome, and the white marble floor reflects the night sky. Two curved solid wood staircases connect the second-floor belvedere, on which hangs a huge oil painting with gold trim, depicting a majestic old man from the original Sir Cavendish in gold.

But at odds with this graceful and luxurious hall, there was a harsh, rude, rhythmless snoring echoing through the hall.

The oval-shaped glass dome acts as a sound bar, adding reverberation to the noisy snoring.

It made Peter feel like he was back in college, and the feeling of four people snoring together in the boys' dormitory just after an all-night night.

It's as if the song of death is open, and whoever sleeps last doesn't have to sleep.

"What's the situation..."

Peter carefully held the sword in both hands, constantly searching for the source of the snoring sound.

The hall was very empty, and the two of them soon saw a drunken uncle on the steps of the spiral staircase on the left.

The air is filled with the smell of alcohol, and the aroma is fragrant.

He was lying on the stairs, his face flushed and his nose even bubbled. At the end of the year, in the cold winter, the uncle only wore a thin vest, patched beach pants and a pair of flip-flops, like an old man who wandered around blindly after retirement.

“...... Vagabond? Peter asked Harry uncertainly.

How did this sneak in bypassing the layers of security in the hills of Houhai?

Harry was also stunned for a second, but after all, he was a high-achieving student with rich theoretical knowledge, and he quickly thought of a possibility, and his eyes lit up-

"Be careful, something is wrong with him, it's likely that he is possessed by an evil spirit!"

"Damn, what horror movie is unfolding?"

Harry said solemnly:

"When an evil spirit possesses a living person, it's tricky......"

"I've seen a lot of similar cases in the Hogwarts Library collection. Even if it is an ordinary person, once it is possessed by an evil spirit, its combat power will soar. When evil spirits manipulate living people, their weaknesses as ghosts are concealed, and they can exert their strength unscrupulously. ”

Peter raised an eyebrow, he didn't know there was such an operation as possession.

But doesn't that mean that physical attacks can hurt spirits?

"What will happen to the evil spirit if I kill that homeless man?"

"Then it depends on how deep the binding between the evil spirit and the possessed object is, under normal circumstances, even if the possessed object is killed, the evil spirit will lose some souls. But if we can force it out of the possessed flesh and attack the spirit directly..."

"Spirits are weaker than possession?"

"Much weaker, of course. After all, the soul is very fragile, and the slightest carelessness can hurt the origin. ”

Peter understood.

"Then what do you say, go up and chop him?"

"It's unclear if he was possessed by evil spirits...... You can try to communicate first, and if you are possessed, go straight to it. If the depth of the evil spirit's possession is shallow, the strength will be exerted at most. There is a price for ghosts to possess the living, and in the body of the Lord, foreign spirits will be rejected by the body, in the words of the Church, life and death are incompatible, and evil spirits will pay a price for every second they possess. ”

Harry is worthy of little Potter, and he talks about magic allusions one by one.

"What if the evil spirit is deeply bound to that homeless man?"

"Then fuck it." Harry's tone became solemn, "If the binding is deep, it means that the evil spirit has completely taken over this body and will never be rejected again. If the conditions of the new body allow, it can even exert ten percent of the strength of the evil spirit before its death, and the worse situation is more than that. ”

"I'm familiar with this, right?"

Peter read this chapter in Breaking the Sky.

"It's a fitting word...... But it's not a big problem, if the evil spirit is really completely possessed, it means that it can't come out. If the possessed object is killed, the evil spirit will also perish, for the two are already one and the same, and there is no distinction between them. ”

Harry paused.

"But let's test it first, after all, that person may be innocent—"

"Hey."

Disgruntled shouts came from the stairs.

Only then did the two notice that the reverberant snoring had stopped at some point.

"Mumble, mumble, mumble, noodle, yourselves."

Peter instantly retreated to the floor-to-ceiling window on his right, forming an angle with the uncle who looked like a vagabond.

Harry had the nerve to move to the other side, so that whoever was attacked would be able to respond in time.

The uncle was drunk like a duck, staggering, and stood up with the handrail of the stairs.

He was holding a bottle of red wine in his other hand, the delicate packaging on the bottle had faded slightly, and it was estimated that it was a good bottle of wine that was many years old.

He lifted the bottle up and blew it directly at it.

Goo, goo.

If you are bumped into by someone who knows how to drink, you will definitely be angry by this violent way of drinking.

But the strange thing is that after drinking the grenade red wine into his mouth, it went directly through his body and spilled it on the ground!

But he didn't realize it, and showed an intoxicated expression, and poured most of the bottles of wine one after another, and then breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had really drunk the old wine into his stomach.

Most of the bottles were spilled on the stairs, one step at a time.

Tick-tock, breaking the dead silence.

"Let me see what's coming up..."

The middle-aged man finally looked at the two of them, and then said in shock:

"Damn, the angel came to pick me up?"

Why are these two people glowing?

"Oh, no... Is this magic? He quickly reacted and shook his head helplessly, "Damn, I'm still too drunk, this magic brilliance is dazzling." ”

Then, he walked straight through the stairs at his feet, and fell directly to the ground like a ghost who ignored objects.

Harry stood tall and shouted:

"Be careful! It's not alive at all!! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Peter had already rushed forward with his sword—

Whoever lives or dies, cut it down.

But in an instant, Peter straddled half of the hall and approached the face of the middle-aged man.

Peter stuck his sword at the limit distance and slashed down at the middle-aged man's neck.

The sword light flickered, like lightning, through the stagnant air.

At this tricky angle, the middle-aged man could only duck backwards, but once he leaned back, Peter only had to take a step forward to swing a second sword, and if he remained in a backward position, he would be unable to avoid it for a while. If he chooses to attack forward to defuse this sword, the sword body close to one meter five can give Peter quite a calm pulling space, but what Peter didn't expect was that-

He didn't even avoid it!

As if nothing had been slashed, the blade slashed past his neck with an understatement.

The next moment, the uncle with a stubble on his face had already stuck to Peter's arms.

Expressionlessly, he threw a punch at his lower abdomen.

Rumble!!!

Peter was knocked out like a cannonball, slammed into the Roman column next to the gate, smashed the Roman column out of a large crater, and fell to the ground.

The defensive magic hoarded on his body instantly dimmed more than doubled.

"So, do you roll on your own, or do you roll back after the beating?"