Chapter 180 Horcrux?

"Mr. Karkaroff, greed has destroyed your friend."

A little old man quietly walked out from the crowd. It was Calactacus who disappeared immediately after the fight started. Standing in front of Nelson, looking straight at him, showing a ferocious smile, he said, "I am more saddened by Mr. Chamberlain's death than you are. You should have cooperated with us honestly from the beginning."

"What?" Nelson shook his head as if he had just recovered from a huge shock, looked at Calactacus blankly, and then looked at the collapsed store, and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I mean..." Calactacus drew out his wand viciously, pointed directly at Nelson's face, and said through gritted teeth, "Chamberlain is dead, now you'd better hand over what I want honestly!"

"What?" Nelson continued to ask, without moving his eyes from the ruins in front of him at all. The smoke and dust that filled the sky was blown everywhere by the explosion, billowing over the store, and the scattered dust gradually fell like fine snowflakes It painted a layer of white on the surrounding wizards, and the dust that hugged the same kind slowly gathered, forming a huge mushroom cloud in the air.

Nelson looked at the mushroom cloud above his head and murmured, "It's so powerful..."

"Of course it's powerful! That disgusting, humble guy who got into money's eyes! He's been blown up to nothing!" Calactacus yelled loudly in front of Nelson half showing off, half jumping. "You bastard, it's no use pretending to be crazy!"

"There's no ashes left?" Calactacus' roar finally succeeded in waking Nelson up, his pupils regained focus, and he laughed, "Did you not understand the situation?"

"you--"

Calactacus was about to say something, but he was choked back immediately. His expression and neck became stiff, and the stiffness spread to his whole body. The hand that held the wand, and the hand that held the wand began to tremble—the back of Calactacus's head clearly told him that a wand was resting there.

"What are you?" Tom's weak voice came from behind Calactacus, and then, a gleaming figure in scales and armor stumbled out from behind him.

"Impossible!" Calactacus turned his face slightly and saw a black mask that was exactly the same as the opposite one. He shook his head frantically and repeated, "Impossible! Impossible! How did you survive? "

Tom spat softly, and a tiny flash of lightning shot out from the tip of his staff, and Calactacus twitched for a moment, then calmed down immediately.

"This is what you are thinking of, the magical treasure left by Slytherin."

Nelson tilted his head, walked around Calactacus and saw Tom behind him. His body was covered with layers of silver armor, but only the outermost layer was blown out with a few holes, rubbing against him. Some were charred black, it seemed that before the impact of the explosion hit the armor, something stronger blocked the explosion.

At this moment, the layers of silver armor were gradually shrinking, curled up into small balls and fell to the ground.

"Boom boom boom—" After the impact of the sonic boom swept through, the crisp sound of metal hitting the stone road was the only sound left on the street at the moment.

Soon, all the armor on Tom's body fell off, and when the last metal plate in the way was put away, his robe was finally liberated, fluttering gently in the breeze of the aftermath of the explosion, without a speck of dust.

After getting rid of these heavy objects, Tom was finally not so weak. He turned sideways, met Nelson's eyes through the mask, and joked, "Have you considered the Levitation Charm or Weight Loss Charm? These things are too heavy! "

"The heavier the protection on the body, the better the protection effect in the heart. The thick armor will give people a sense of stability."

Nelson shrugged, and walked straight forward. Within a few steps, his chest stood straight against Calactacus' wand. He could even feel the old man's wrist trembling violently. Nelson stretched out his hand, from the side Holds Calactacus' wand.

He exerted a little force, and the old man's hand trembled more violently, but he failed to draw the wand away.

"Do you want to resist? With a wand on the back of your head?"

Calactacus did not speak, the hand holding the wand was tighter, but the trembling became more violent, disbelief and pain were written on his wrinkled face, his teeth clenched his lower lip tightly, a bright red tinge Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He never thought of this kind of ending—this kind of scene has happened many times, but under the explosion of Bojin Burke, there are very few wizards who can survive. , Come out and still think about fighting back?

"Release." Nelson spat out two words rudely.

Caractacus's face turned blue and white for a while, and finally turned gray and depressed. He let go of his hand, let the wand fall into Nelson's hand, and then slowly raised that hand, making a gesture with both hands. A very standard surrender posture.

"That's right, I don't want to hit you with the Disarming Curse." Nelson twirled his wand in his hand, then nodded at Tom, and went to the side to continue tying the crabs. This time the tying work Even more strenuous, there were still a few conscious crabs who could help, but the explosion knocked them all out, so Nelson had to do it himself.

Caractacus held up his hands, letting Tom look around him.

"Mr. Chamberlain, have you seen anything on me?" He asked obsequiously with a smile on his face. This smile was so familiar that Tom couldn't help wondering whether the Bork family was the descendant of Helbo.

After a while, Tom stopped and stood in front of Calactacus. He put away his wand, but the old man still didn't dare to act rashly. He maintained his posture of surrender, swallowed, and asked tremblingly, "You ... what do you want?"

"I'm more interested in you." Tom waved his wand, and a wooden chair flew from the smoke behind him and landed in front of Calactacus. He sat on it, and first glanced at Nelson, who was diligently binding the crab , turned back again, and stared at the old man with his hips akimbo, making him feel hairy.

Finally, Calactacus couldn't bear him, and he asked, "Mr. Chamberlain, please forgive my disrespect for you, please give me a chance to make up for it."

"I'll talk about that later," Tom asked, rubbing his wand against the mask, "I want to know what you are."

"What?" Calactacus rolled his eyes and replied immediately, "You are joking, of course I am Calactacus Bok, your loyal business partner."

"What the hell are you?" Tom shook his head, leaning forward. "Or what the hell is Borgin Bock?"

Tom stretched out his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and then loosened it. Two small balls appeared in his hand. When he looked closely, they turned out to be two eyeballs!

One eyeball has two pupils at opposite positions, one of which is emitting a faint blue light, and it is turning quickly in Tom's hand, while the other eyeball has no substance, just a mass of gray mist pulled by a black silk thread. It is the most common shape of a spirit body. Under the watchful eyes of Calactacus, Tom put aside the eyeball that was turning around, and pinched the soul-shaped eyeball with two fingers. .

Calactacus stared wide-eyed, and everything in front of him was unbelievable. Under normal circumstances, wizards have no way to directly touch the soul. The eyeball can only pass through Tom's palm and fall directly to the ground. Under Tom's squeeze, his eyeballs were flattened!

"Hehe." Tom smiled like Borgin Burk, but at the moment he was full of sarcasm. on the ground.

"Interesting." Tom held the eyeballs in his hands, tossed and played with them, and asked again, "Tell me, what are you?"

"You...you guessed right," Calactacus got up from the ground panting heavily, and staggered towards Tom. He lay down at Tom's feet and said weakly, "You guessed right, Bo Kim Burke is me."

"It's you?"

Tom leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, behind him was a long-lasting mushroom cloud, Caractacus, who was in pain, raised his head and saw a sense of ruined beauty, he nodded and said, "It's me! it's me!"

"What's the reason?" Tom asked curiously, holding his eyeballs in his hands.

"This is the Horcrux, the ultimate magic that all dark wizards dream of, and I am willing to dedicate it to you."

Caractacus raised his head and looked at Tom with burning eyes.

...

Karaktakus Bok, a wizard obsessed with black magic since he was a child, found a magic book said to be handed down from his ancestors from a secret compartment in his home study one day in the 18th century. He doesn't look like a good person, the book is full of countless evil magic, and the one that attracts him the most is the Horcrux.

This magic that he had read from the preface of a certain book when he was a student was finally presented in front of him in its entirety. Calactacus completely forgot the cost and side effects of making Horcruxes.

"Soon, I will be as immortal as Nicole Flamel!" - Caractacus thought.

He stole his father's treasure, one of the two magic eyes set in the eye socket of a crystal skull, and attacked a crying Muggle girl on the beach one clear night, and he didn't care about the girl Whether she has family members, why is she crying at the beach in the middle of the night, doesn't care if she has someone she cares about, and doesn't care if someone misses her. Driven by desire, he tortured and killed her in the cruelest way he could think of. The magic as a sacrifice gave him the greatest response, and he successfully stuffed half of his soul into that eyeball. From then on, he was an immortal.

Caractacus, who was burdened with crimes, escaped from the family, and lived a life of solitary living in a leisurely way while studying black magic.

But the Horcrux was not exactly what he had imagined. Calactacus, who had lost half of his soul, became weaker in magic power, and even his body became weaker. It is true that he will not die, but he will grow old—he will gradually grow old, even older than the oldest person he has ever seen, his skin becomes wrinkled, his bones become brittle, and it is difficult to move, but he Being immortal, this quality of life made Calactacus think about other methods of life extension and fitness, but the sinful soul that split the Horcrux can no longer accept normal magic, only the darkest and most evil sorcery Only then can it take effect on him.

Gradually, Karactakus, who had collected a lot of black magic props, returned to the wizarding world after all his relatives passed away. Under the pseudonym Borgin Burke, he opened a magic shop in Knockturn Alley.

At this time, he was surprised to find that, whether it was because of the special eyeballs or the version of the Horcrux he had learned, that part of the soul that was locked in the eyeballs was watching through that magical eye all the time. Looking at him, it gradually became sober and began to try to communicate with its other half.

In the end, under the instigation of the soul in the eyeball, he killed a pickpocket who came to the store in the middle of the night to steal, and pressed the eyeball into the eye socket of the corpse.

The corpse that stood up again named itself "Bojin Burke" and appeared in the store as Karaktakus' nephew, and Karaktakus could finally be himself again. After discussing, Bojin learned countless killing moves of mutual destruction, and helped Karaktakus solve many difficult guys, and their business became more and more prosperous. The eyeball is still there, and he can be resurrected again with only one corpse.

In recent years, Calactacus has felt a wave of weakness attacking him again. He wanted to find the legacy of an older and greater wizard to completely solve his own problems. It just so happened that he gathered a group of followers and speculators. The latter, he saw an opportunity in the chaos brought by Grindelwald. In Calactacus' perception, a noble wizard like himself should sit in a higher place.

...

"As long as you are willing to help and lend me Lord Slytherin's magic to study, I will definitely be able to improve Horcruxes without side effects." Calactacus didn't care whether the word "Horcrux" was forbidden at all, In order to save his life, he told the story vividly.

"The story is very vivid," Tom nodded, smacking his lips and commented, "You can consider writing it as a novel, but I have a question - since you have lived for so many years, why don't you think about improving your magic? Is it because you are stupid?"

Tom sneered, raised his wand and waved it casually, a man crawling out of the ruins instantly flew upside down and hit Calactacus in front of him, one of his eyes was shining with a faint blue light.

Tom raised his foot and stepped on the man's head, and said with a chuckle, "Your story is not very original."

As soon as the words fell, the ground of the ruins seemed to be boiling, and strangely shaped bodies crawled out of the cracks, their eyes shining with the same blue light.

Tom was attracted by the strange appearance, and when he lowered his head again, Calactacus, who was lying there, had disappeared.