ebonymovies Chapter 104 How did the Dark Wizard end up like this? The Necronomicon!
Chapter 104 How did the Dark Wizard end up like this? The Necronomicon!
Chapter 104 How did the Dark Wizard end up like this? The Necronomicon!
Charles's voice echoed faintly through the Forbidden Forest.
The dark wizards lurking in the shadows suddenly felt that the voice seemed somewhat familiar, and an ominous feeling welled up in their hearts.
"Hey, Lucius..."
The leader of the dark wizards asked Lucius a question, wanting to know the name of the specific target of this operation.
Could it be the person they're thinking of, the one who's become a taboo in Knockturn Alley?
Before he could finish speaking, Lucius, who had just heard Charles's words, was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into a triumphant laugh.
He laughed so intensely that he completely lost his aristocratic elegance and almost fell over backwards.
"you?"
"Did you cast that stun spell just now?"
"Hahaha, this is the stupidest thing I've ever seen in my life. You idiot mudblood, you've destroyed your last hope with your own hands."
"It seems you still don't quite understand your current situation. You don't actually think that defeating Snape in Hogwarts Castle means you're stronger than him in terms of raw skill, do you?"
"It was just that Snape was careless, and many of his methods couldn't be used inside the castle!"
"Watch closely, Charles Evans. This is how dark wizards fight. We've been through war; our methods are far beyond the comprehension of a greenhorn like you!"
Immediately, Lucius gracefully raised his wand, his left hand holding a crystal skull, his eyes filled with coldness.
"You want the magical items I have?"
"Then I'll show you its power..."
The next moment, Lucius was about to chant a spell and activate a magical artifact to let Ciel experience what terror truly meant.
But in that instant, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground.
Lucius was completely dumbfounded.
When he finally came to his senses on the ground, he realized that it was the dark wizard from Knockout Alley whom he had hired who had knocked him down.
Lucius's heart skipped a beat, and a thought popped into his head.
"broken……"
"Are they planning to double-cross them?!"
Lucius said urgently.
"We've cooperated so many times, has there ever been a time when I didn't provide you with satisfactory compensation? And yet you're going to attack me?"
"Believe me, my friend, it's not too late to stop now..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lucius saw the dark wizards around him staring at him with faces full of fear and anger.
The leader of the dark wizards even cursed aloud.
"In time? In time my ass!"
"Lucius Malfoy, are you out of your mind?"
"You fucking told us to do a really simple task, and this is what you call simple?"
"Why the hell didn't you say the target was Charles Evans? If you had said so earlier, we wouldn't have come with you even if we were out of our minds! If you're going to get yourself killed, don't drag us down with you!"
Lucius was completely dumbfounded.
"What are you talking about?"
"Charles Evans is just a first-year wizard, while you are the ruthless dark wizards of Knockturn Alley. What are you afraid of him for?"
The group of dark wizards were speechless.
atrocious?
Lucius called them vicious and ruthless.
Lucius called them vicious villains in front of Charles Evans, who robbed the entire Knockout Lane, threatened to throw feces in front of the Burgin-Bock store, and wielded a blood pump against a vampire count.
Does he have some misunderstanding about these four words?!
The leader of the dark wizards was so angry he laughed.
"Lucius Malfoy, you have absolutely no idea what kind of being you've messed with!"
Immediately, a group of dark wizards bowed to Charles with fawning expressions.
"Lord Ciel, we really didn't know it was you."
"We were all tricked into coming here by Lucius. He said he'd send them to do a small favor. If we'd known it was you, we wouldn't have dared to come even if we had ten times the courage!"
Charles raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face.
"Yeah?"
"But I just heard that you brought a lot of magical items. Why would you bring so many things if it were an ordinary person?"
"They're all fully armed, are they really not here to deal with me?"
The dark wizards immediately started crying and wailing.
"No, my Lord Ciel!"
"If I had known I was going to run into you, I wouldn't have taken out these magical items I'd kept hidden away. This is all the stuff I have left!"
Charles's face suddenly darkened.
"Um?"
"What do you mean?"
The leading black wizard quickly slapped himself and respectfully took out the magical items he had brought from his pocket.
"What we mean is, if we had known we were going to run into you, we would have sold everything we owned to bring more magical items."
"Alas, Lord Charles, you have taken such good care of Knockturn Alley so many times, yet we didn't prepare any gifts for you when you went to school. This is truly a grave mistake."
"By Merlin, we have the pleasure of meeting you. These are our back-to-school gifts for Lord Ciel. We hope you will not find them offensive."
At the same time, he glared fiercely at the other dark wizards, the meaning in his eyes was very clear.
If you want to live, quickly abandon your wealth to save your life!
The other dark wizards also seemed to wake up from a dream, and hurriedly and respectfully took out all the magical items from their arms and handed them to Charles.
"Yes, yes, Lord Ciel, these are the back-to-school gifts we prepared."
"The gift is rather humble due to the haste; please don't find it offensive."
Charles nodded in satisfaction and reached out to accept the "gifts" from the dark wizards.
After his spiritual power underwent another transformation and entered the medieval level, Ciel's sensitivity to magic increased significantly.
He could sense that the magic contained within these items was truly extraordinary; each one was a masterpiece.
As expected of these dark wizards from Knockturn Alley, the deduction points they can provide are probably not few.
For Charles, who was running low on deduction points, this was truly an unexpected windfall.
As Lucius lay on the ground watching the dark wizards "pay tribute" to the Charles, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
He admitted that the fact that the dark wizards of Knockturn Alley were taking him so seriously meant that his assessment of Charles's strength had been significantly off.
But which of these Knockturn Alley dark wizards isn't vicious and ruthless, and which one doesn't have several lives on their hands? How could they possibly just obediently submit to a little wizard like this?
There's definitely something fishy going on here. They're definitely trying to lower Charles's guard so they can launch a surprise attack!
Or perhaps those magical items are cursed, and they can secretly inflict a terrible curse on Charles, causing him to die a agonizing death.
Yes, that must be it!
Lucius stared intently at Ciel, waiting for the moment Ciel would fall.
But after the last dark wizard finished offering his tribute and Charles put the dark magic items into his pocket, Lucius's eyes were almost sore from staring, but he still didn't get to see the scene he was looking forward to.
A thought then flashed through his mind.
"no……"
"Are they serious?"
"Is this really a tribute to Charles Evans?"
Lucius stared at the group of Knockout Alley black wizards with bloodshot eyes and questioned them.
"You are dark wizards, how did you become like this?"
"What about dignity?"
"Where is your dignity?!"
"Where is your professional ethics?!"
The dark wizards of Knockturn Alley dismissed Lucius's questions with disdain.
dignity?
Professional ethics?
What a joke! We're dark wizards! What use are dignity and professional ethics to us?
Once you've seen Charles Evans, that little devil, perform in Knockturn Alley, dignity is nothing but a piece of waste paper.
This is the kind of guy who can confront a vampire count with a blood pump. How can you talk about dignity and morality in front of him?
Are you out of your mind?
At this moment, Lucius looked at the Charles, his eyes filled with shock, but he still didn't seem to realize how dangerous his situation was.
"The Forbidden Forest is not a lawless place, Charles Evans, I think you know that."
Lucius was panting.
"I am a member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors, and even Dumbledore would have to consider my words."
"You're just a first-year student, Muggle-born, powerless and without influence. If you dare lay a hand on me, the entire Board of Governors will expel you from Hogwarts!"
"So you'd better let me leave, understand?"
When Lucius uttered these words, the surrounding dark wizards gasped and instinctively moved a little further away from him.
Daring to threaten Ciel?
remarkably brave!
Lucius, however, did not notice this and continued speaking.
"Don't think that you can't find out what happened in the Forbidden Forest. I am the head of the Malfoy family. If I were to disappear for even a day, it would cause a huge uproar in the wizarding world, and countless wizards would be searching for me."
"I've already made arrangements. If I'm missing for more than three days, the Malfoy family will offer a large reward of Galleons for even the slightest clue."
"Anyone who dares to kill me will face the Malfoy family's relentless revenge."
"Just think about it, how many Galleons is that? How many wizards could that hire?"
At this point, Lucius let out a long breath, as if he was certain that the Charles wouldn't dare to lay a hand on him, completely unaware of the way the dark wizards around him were looking at him.
Charles tilted his head and looked at Lucius, asking curiously.
"Are you done talking?"
"I only let you say so much because you brought me so many magical items. Is this all you wanted to say?"
Charles shook his head, yawned, and said listlessly.
"A tired, old-fashioned threat. It's so boring."
Then, he waved his wand, and twisting branches sprouted from the ground of the Forbidden Forest, collecting all the magical items on Lucius, including his wand, into Ciel's hands.
Looking at these magical items, Sharl's gaze was quite intense.
The Malfoy family truly lives up to its reputation as a great noble family, and in recent years it has been the most illustrious among wizarding nobles, having indeed amassed quite a collection of valuable items.
These magical items are far more valuable than the tribute offered by the dark wizard of Knockturn Alley.
Charles's gaze fell on a torn piece of parchment, and his eyes showed even more astonishment.
The other magical items, although containing considerable magical power, are ultimately limited.
According to Charles's estimation, it should still belong to the product of the near-ancient era, only two or three hundred years older than now.
But the magic emanating from this torn parchment has surpassed that of the near-ancient era.
It is much older, at least a product of the Middle Ages!
That was secondary; the most crucial thing was that Charles could smell a familiar scent from it.
Although it was very faint, Ciel could confirm that what lingered around it was indeed an aura similar to that emanating from Dark.
An indescribable madness, a chilling feeling!
Even though the taste was mild, the madness that Charles sensed from it seemed to be even greater than that of Dark in the dream of R'lyeh!
If Dac's madness is like a deep pool filled with water.
So the madness depicted on this parchment, though consisting of only a single water droplet, originates from an endless ocean!
Charles abruptly turned to look at Lucius, who was still trying to threaten him, and then waved his wand.
The next moment, a wooden spike created by Transfiguration pierced Lucius's thigh.
The excruciating pain caused Lucius to howl in agony, and he stared intently at Ciel, as if he couldn't believe that Ciel had actually attacked him.
"How dare you!"
"I'm firing you!"
"The Malfoy family won't let you get away with this, and neither will the wizarding nobles!"
Charles raised his finger, making a shushing gesture.
"Shh, Lucius Malfoy."
"Otherwise, I will change my original plan and kill your whole family right now."
"Want to take a gamble?"
Lucius shuddered violently, feeling a deep chill creep up his spine.
The first thing he said was that he wanted to kill his whole family?
No, what's wrong with young wizards these days?
Even he, a Death Eater, has never wiped out an entire family!
In a daze, Lucius remembered something: he had heard that the Sorting Hat had sorted Charles Evans into Azkaban the first time, right?
That makes perfect sense!
Dumbledore, you old fool, how could you assign this little devil to the harmless Hufflepuff?
Could this be the most aggressive Hufflepuff in history?!
A moment later, feeling the sharp pain in his thigh, Lucius finally understood why the dark wizards of Knockturn Alley were so afraid of Shire.
This little monster is really ruthless.
He really didn't dare to gamble on whether Charles would kill his entire family; who knew if Charles really was capable of doing such a thing.
With Ciel's strength, the Malfoy family's magical defenses couldn't stop him.
Therefore, Lucius calmed down and shut his mouth.
Charles nodded in satisfaction and asked Lucius about the torn parchment.
"Where did this parchment come from?"
Lucius was taken aback, not expecting that the first question Charles asked him would be about the parchment.
He frowned, deep in thought, trying to recall the origin of the parchment.
"This parchment is from our Malfoy family collection."
"It was about ten years ago, when the war had just ended and many nobles were being plundered, forced to sell their property and collections to satisfy the appetites of those hyenas in the Ministry of Magic."
"The Malfoys are in a much better position than them, so they have the resources to take this opportunity to acquire some rare items."
At this point, Lucius offered a defense.
"We're not trying to rob you; my asking price is very fair, only 30% of the original price, which is much better than the Ministry of Magic's."
"Besides, these things have been preserved very well by the Malfoy family, which is much better than letting them rot away in the Ministry of Magic's storeroom. The Malfoy family has made a contribution to the preservation of cultural relics!"
Charles waved his hand, signaling Lucius to stop talking nonsense and continue explaining the origin of this thing.
Lucius then breathed a slight sigh of relief and continued.
"There was a minor noble family that had fallen on hard times, but their surname was quite ancient, supposedly dating back over a thousand years. They even had a collection of magical artifacts that had been passed down from the time of the founders of Hogwarts."
"Although I don't know exactly what those things are, they are antiques after all, so I think they must have collectible value."
"Especially since I heard that there is a book in there, which seems to have some historical records. It is said to have been written by an Arab madman named Abdullah, and scholars call it the Necronomicon. It has been sealed at the bottom of that nobleman's cellar."
"At the time, I thought that although this thing was written by a madman, it was still very old. If I could collect it and display it when distinguished guests came to visit, that would be great. So I thought I would bury it."
"Unfortunately, I had gone to a Ministry of Magic meeting first, and only received the news after the meeting. When I arrived there, the minor nobleman's house was already deserted, and everything had been sold. Apparently, there was even a scramble for it."
"Fortunately, I had Crabbe and Goyle keep an eye out for these kinds of things back then. When I arrived, they gave me this parchment, saying that the Necronomicon was broken during the fighting, and they only managed to get this broken parchment."
"This parchment has been in my storage box ever since. This time, I was thinking of using it against you, and for some reason, I just found it out."
"To be honest, I don't know why I'm carrying it around. This thing doesn't seem to have much power."
As Lucius narrated, Charles stared intently at his expression.
Lucius's Occlumency was not very good; in the original story, Voldemort could read his thoughts directly.
With Ciel's current level of Legilimency, coupled with his medieval-level mental strength, he surpasses Voldemort's mastery in this area in the original books.
He was able to confirm that Lucius was genuinely telling the truth and had nothing to hide in order to save his own life.
"The Necronomicon, an Arab madman, a madman..."
Charles's brow furrowed more and more deeply.
Even a blank sheet of parchment, devoid of any characters or drawings, can contain such madness.
How insane would the complete Necronomicon be?
This thing is a bit weird.
Ciel can confirm that there is absolutely no mention of the Necronomicon in the original Harry Potter books.
This thing comes from the era of the founders of Hogwarts. In "The Lost Age," Darke also asserted that the threats faced by the founders in that era were by no means limited to religious trials.
The madness described in the Necronomicon seems to be a testament to this.
Charles's expression was rather solemn.
The waters of the magical world seem to be getting deeper and deeper.
But then, Charles opened his mouth and swallowed the parchment with a gulp.
Instantly, a barrage of notifications filled Xia Er's mind.
"Deduction points +10000..."
"Deduction points +10000..."
This small piece of torn parchment alone has directly converted over a million deduction points for Xia Er!
This made Charles take a deep breath, and the solemnity in his eyes turned into fervor.
"The Necronomicon, I need to find that thing carefully."
"If I were to eat this entire book, the harvest would probably be comparable to devouring the entire beach of Dreamland R'lyeh!"
Then, looking at Lucius Malfoy, whose face was full of anxiety, Ciel's expression softened a bit, and he said quietly.
"Originally, I wanted to kill you, then kill your whole family, and preferably all the people you were close to..."
Upon hearing Charles's casual words, Lucius felt a chill run down his spine, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
What kind of devilish statement is this?
Even the Dark Lord wouldn't do this, why is he playing a nine-family elimination game?
Then, Charles laughed.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I've changed my mind. After all, you really brought me a lot of good stuff, so I won't kill your whole family."
"After all, keeping you around seems to have some use."
Lucius Malfoy nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Yes, yes, I'm very useful, please don't kill me."
"The Malfoy family has extensive connections, Ciel—no, Lord Ciel—if you're looking for anything, the Malfoy family's influence will serve you to the best of its ability!"
Charles nodded in satisfaction.
"Well, you're quite sensible. Okay, congratulations, you survived."
"Look at you, why is your face so pale? I'm not a devil, nor Voldemort, right?"
Lucius felt a pang of melancholy.
It seems the Dark Lord is far more merciful than you, Ciel Evans.
Faced with Charles's mocking gaze, Lucius quickly lowered his head, trying his best to clear his mind of all distractions.
At this point, Charles was too lazy to argue with Lucius.
He only said one sentence.
"Since you just said you would do your best to serve me, I need your help with something now."
"What if I hang myself upside down?"
Lucius blinked, his face full of confusion.
"???"
"Upside down?"
Then, Charles sighed.
"It seems you don't know how. Never mind, I'll help you."
Immediately, Lucius was entangled by a vine at his ankle and hung from a tall tree nearby.
Blood dripped from the wound on his thigh, filling the night air with the stench of blood.
Charles nodded in satisfaction.
"Just leave it hanging there and help me catch some fish, is that too much trouble for you?"
Lucius was deathly pale, his mind racing with a thousand curses, but he could only manage a forced smile.
"I'm not wronged, I'm not wronged..."
"It is my honor, Lucius Malfoy, to be Lord Ciel's bait."
The dark wizards standing nearby felt a surge of relief upon seeing Lucius Malfoy's miserable state.
That was too brutal. Luckily, they didn't anger Ciel, otherwise they would probably be hanging upside down and bleeding like Lucius.
Just then, Charles frowned.
"The Forbidden Forest is so vast, how long would it take Lucius to fish all by himself?"
He pulled out the enormous pots and pans he had brought with him, along with a mountain of seasonings.
"I brought so much stuff; if I don't use it all today, wouldn't that be a waste?"
As he spoke, Charles glanced at the dark wizards.
The dark wizards' faces gradually paled.
The next moment, the leading black wizard shouted.
"Lord Charles, there's no need for you to do it. We'll go up ourselves."
Then, he took out a knife, gritted his teeth, and stabbed a hole in his palm.
Then, waving his wand, he hung himself upside down from the tree like Lucius, letting his blood flow freely.
The other dark wizards followed suit.
Soon, more than a dozen "bait" dripping blood were hung up here.
Upon seeing this, Lucius suddenly felt much better.
At least I was hoisted up by Ciel himself, which is much better than these cowards who hang themselves!
Moreover, with so many people bleeding at the same time, the "fish" that Ciel wants to catch should be caught faster, or at least not die from blood loss.
Just as Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, the thickening smell of blood seemed to have finally attracted some bloodthirsty beings in the nearby Forbidden Forest.
Rustle, rustle.
The sound of rustling leaves echoed through the forbidden forest.
Charles slowly grinned.
"Deep Blue, it's time to eat."
(End of this chapter)