Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Looking at the red-haired little girl in the photo, Lorne's pair of scarlet kaleidoscopes couldn't help but squint.

His slightly dry red hair was stained with mud, and his cloth clothes looked as tattered as those worn by prisoners—not so much clothes as strips of cloth hanging from them.

What's more... Her hands and feet were shackled, and her white skin wrapped in bandages was bruised with blood and scabs, like a captive... Slave?

And this little girl should only be about eleven or twelve years old.

What kind of world is this?

Lorne looked at the scene in the photograph and thought with a slight puzzle.

I always feel that this little girl looks quite familiar...

"Mr. Geralt, where are you now?"

Xenophilius looked at the stunned Lorne and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

The oil lamp in his hand was held high, and the dim candle flame illuminated the entire basement.

Didn't you say that you were going to prepare a living sacrifice?

Why did this blonde wizard suddenly stop moving...

"I'm sorry—I'll get ready now, Mr. Xenoflius. "

Lorne, who had only seen the first photo, came back to his senses, and then remembered that there was another person waiting in front of him to resurrect his wife.

Placing the three photos in his long-sleeved shirt pocket, the black sickle in his eyes began to turn slowly.

The space around him twisted into a swirl shape, and Lorne's body twisted with it, disappearing in place in a few moments.

In the silent basement, only Xenophilius with an oil lamp remained.

He looked at the empty ground in silence, and the oil lamp in his hand shook subconsciously.

Was that magic a phantasmagion?

But it doesn't always feel like it...

.........

Dimly lit basement.

"This woman is the living sacrifice you call it?"

Xenophilius carried the oil lamp and looked at the old witch who was whimpering on the ground with complicated eyes.

Her limbs were tied up with ropes, and she couldn't say anything with a white strip of cloth wrapped around her mouth, so she could only look at the middle-aged man in front of her with a pair of pleading eyes.

"Yes, after all, to resurrect a person, one has to sacrifice one. "

Lorne picked up the blonde hair in the frame and turned his head sideways to Xenophilius as he explained.

Can he see that the man in front of him is hesitating in his heart, feeling sympathy for sacrificing a stranger who has nothing to do with him?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"This witch is a well-known Dark Wizard in Tumbledown Alley, and even a former Death Eater - maybe you'd like to see the Dark Mark on her. "

"Death Eaters..."

When Xenophilius heard this, his expression was slightly stunned for a moment, and then he set his eyes on the old witch lying on the ground.

That pitiful and sad look, no matter how you look at it, it will make people feel that this is just an ordinary old man.

"Mr. Xenophilius, I hope you will remember the promise you just made. "

Lorne laid his blonde hair on the ground, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Of course, Mr. Geralt. "

Xenophilus no longer had any hesitation, and nodded directly.

Sacrifice a Death Eater in exchange for his wife's resurrection.

Thinking about it this way, the guilt in his heart was also reduced a lot.

She's a Death Eater, a Death Eater who deserves death—

Xenoplius meditated inwardly.

Reincarnation of the Dirt –

Lorne looked at the old witch who was still struggling in front of him, and quickly made a few marks on his hands, and then slapped them to the ground.

The dust gradually flew up, and the black unknown runes also spread on the ground, and in just a moment, a complex circular pattern was completely formed.

He was very skilled in the aspect of the resurrected man.

So it didn't take long for the dust on the ground to completely wrap the old witch around her, as if she were a cicada chrysalis waiting to be reborn.

Lorne stood up and patted the dirt off his hands, a pair of pale blue eyes staring at the humanoid clay husk in front of him.

And Xenophilius, who was standing on the side, was also nervous, and the oil lamp in his hand was also swaying slightly.

His heart was stirring... His dead wife is about to be resurrected.

After about half a minute, the cicada chrysalis began to crack completely, and as the dust gradually dissipated, the figure inside completely showed its appearance at this time.

It was a woman with delicate features but cracked skin, waist-length long blond hair scattered messily on the ground, and a pair of eyes tightly closed, as if she was sleeping.

It seems that Miss Luna's appearance is inherited from her mother.

Lorne looked at it curiously, then thought as the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Bang –

There was a sudden sound of shattering behind him, and the oil lamp in Xenophilius' hand had fallen to the ground, and his eyes gradually widened as he watched the woman in front of him.

The old witch had just taken on the form of his wife.

This face is exactly the same as the one in my memory.

It's just that why do you have irregular cracks on your white skin?

"You just think it's some blemish in the resurrection, which can be hidden by the Confusion Charm. "

Lorne explained softly.

After all, the reincarnation of the filthy earth is just a ninjutsu that plays with the souls of the dead, and there is still a big gap between it and the real resurrection.

"Xenophilius?"

And at this moment, a somewhat confused female voice sounded in the silent basement.

Pandora Lovegood opened a pair of black eyes and looked at the two people in front of her with some blankness.

She remembered that she seemed to be doing a spell experiment when an accident happened...

Aren't you dead?

"Remember Mr. Promise, I won't bother you. "

Lorne shrugged, then walked alone towards the basement stairs.

After pushing open the door of the room, there was some dazzling sunlight, which made him subconsciously cover it with his hands.

"My agreement with you is done, Miss Luna. "

He whispered to Luna, who was guarding the door.

“... Thank you. "

Luna looked at the handsome blonde wizard in front of her, bit her lip slightly, and whispered in an ethereal voice.

"Nothing. "

Lorne shook his head and laughed.

What he wanted, Luna's father had promised to himself.

It's just a somewhat unequal deal.