Chapter 390 The True Obscurity

"My assessment is, that's all."

After class, Credence, who was full of confidence, patted Tom on the shoulder, picked up his schoolbag smartly, slung it on his shoulder, and said confidently, "It's a pity that I didn't go to school before, otherwise I can become a schoolbag if I don't keep it all together." A student as good as you."

"Thank you for your evaluation." Tom pulled Credence's hand off his shoulder with a blank expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "I am also gratified that you have built up your confidence in intelligence because of a course content introduction class , I hope this confidence can be maintained in the next class."

"Oh...huh!" Credence raised his eyebrows, shook his shoulders, and said slowly, "It turns out that the previous hour was spent introducing the content of the course. It's incredible."

"It's not all," Tom walked to the podium, grabbed the small silver ball he had set on the eaves of the lectern table, lightly wiped it with his magic wand, and filled the hollow dug out before, turning his head to Credence He said, "He also introduced his achievements in his research career. He is extremely talented, icy and snowy, as good at ancient runes as he is, and under his guidance, he got a full A-level in the Wizarding Level Examination, successfully found a job in the Ministry of Magic and My niece who bought a house in Diagon Alley."

"..."

"Let me check the class schedule." Tom shook his head, found a class schedule and looked at it, and said, "Aren't you going to check on Adele's situation? It just so happens that she has no class for the next day."

Credence gently rubbed half of his face. He didn't understand what kind of magic Nelson had used, so that under this strange face, those manic scars eroded by silent magic power seemed to be asleep. The tingling and itching that tormented him day and night in the past, as well as the sleep talk that echoed in his ears all the time, were silent. From the day Credence felt the monster in his body, he never There is no such lighthearted feeling.

"Don't touch it, or people will think that Gnar has hives later." Tom glanced at Credence, as if he could see what he was thinking. "Gnar has a lot of research on this out-of-control magic power."

"Well, I saw it," Credence nodded, "I saw the live broadcast of the Nurmengard Water Curtain versus the Triwizard Tournament in the wizard settlement in Brazil. He is indeed good at fighting the Obscurus."

"That's right," Tom and You Rongyan said, "When you're free, you can even ask him to see if he can solve the problem. After all, he can even solve blood curses."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes, I'm not like Nagini, it...has already been a part of me, Credence Barbourn," Credence paused with his hands covering his face, feeling the burning pain at the moment Besides, he was not used to it, and even felt uncomfortable all over, "Let's go and see the situation of that little girl first, she is different from me, she has the opportunity to choose, and she also has this condition."

"Well, but don't be discouraged, we are omnipotent," Tom imitated Credence's movement and patted him on the shoulder, "I used to hear rumors that you were a taciturn and boring gourd. It's quite interesting if you don't want to of."

"Really? Haha," Credence laughed dryly. Having suffered from peeing, he cherished this short time that he could spend on campus as a normal person, and he could also repay Nagini for healing. The benefactor, the two joys are added together, and more happiness is gained, "I just don't know what to say."

"Well, I understand," Tom nodded and said, "Let's go and see Adele."

...

Room of Requirement.

After all, Tom still didn't bring Credence to the secret room. Compared with Nagini, Credence's sense of trust was not enough for him to share this secret. So he took Credence to find Adele at the door of the Potions classroom, and took her to the Room of Requirement.

Hogwarts Castle promised them a "spacious, bright, quiet place suitable for therapy".

"I don't want to be there."

This was the first sentence Adele said today. She pointed to the iron bed in the center of the white and bright room that was illuminated by the spotlight.

Credence looked down at her fingers, his brows were furrowed, obviously recalled bad memories, he sneered, and said, "Could it be that the gift of Second Salem is still using the same bed back then?" ?”

Adele didn't speak, but kept shaking her head.

Credence smiled, stretched out his hand, and shook his palm in the direction of the iron bed. He didn't use a wand, but there was an extraordinary pressure in the air out of nowhere, and in the sealed room, streams of air flowed continuously. , made a strange sound like "hey hey hey", I saw a giant black hand suddenly appearing in the air, holding the iron bed like a drink bottle, and holding it gently, the steel made a creaking and groaning sound , was quickly crushed into a ball of scrap iron.

Tom narrowed his eyes, the power of Credence, the silent one, was not at the same level as Kelian.

"It seems to be true," Credence threw the iron ball aside, grabbed a chair from the base of the wall with his black hand and carried it over, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, that place has disappeared. I went to it some time ago. Come by, nice statue."

He sat Adele in a chair and stood aside like a barber.

"Can I become like you?" Adele sat obediently and asked in a low voice.

"Same as me?" Adele's voice was so low that Credence couldn't hear it clearly. He shook his head with a smile and comforted him, "Don't worry, you won't be like me."

"I mean, can I be like you?"

"Same as me?" Credence had curiosity in his eyes, "Why do you have to be like me? Don't think too much, I will cure you."

"I want to be as strong as you."

"Oh?" Credence raised his eyebrows, "I was taught by someone before, if you really want to do this, then I will teach you how to control it, but I think Mr. Williams would rather Seeing a healthy you, your brothers are already strong."

Credence turned his head and glanced at Tom.

"Gnar told me," Tom's voice floated faintly from the corner of the room, "he hoped that Adele would make her own choice, and the things that arranged other people's lives should have been the thing he would most reject."

"Hehe." Credence smiled, turned his head, and stretched out his hand to Adele's cheek, "Keep your eyes wide open."

At this moment, he seemed to be a different person, with an extremely dignified expression. He pressed Adele's forehead with one hand, and opened her eyelids with the other. Black bloodshots, they are like barnacles parasitic on the sunken ship, but they don't float on the surface, on the contrary, they smudge the color of her eyeballs, making her eyeballs look like a broken egg.

After the blood streaks were revealed, the girl's originally pure eyes became ferocious as if they were a different person, even with a hint of irritating mockery.

"Do you usually feel anything?" Credence slowed down and asked softly, "Such as pain, tearing, burning, or hearing some fragmented voices echoing in your mind."

"No." Adele shook her head and said ignorantly.

"I do know," Tom said earnestly, leaning against a side post, "that something black came out of her eye socket during the battle at Second Salem...in fact, many Those who suffered misfortune in that experiment had such mutations, as if their eyes were the eggs of some kind of creature, which needed life as fuel to hatch."

"Huh? It shouldn't be, have you matured?" Credence changed his face, put down his hand holding Adele's eyelids, turned around and asked eagerly, "Can you describe it in detail? What's in my body? Mo Ran was in a similar situation when she woke up for the first time, but the little girl shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't..."

He frowned and kept repeating.

"I thought Adele was fine," Tom said after thinking for a moment, "That day Gnar used some method to activate the motley magic in the surviving victims of Second Salem, where I could see, Monsters rushed out of their eye sockets one after another. They felt like dementors to me, but they had significantly stronger mixed magic power, which was different from the coldness of dementors, just like fire... Its size and Like normal people, there is no face, only an abstract expression, and the edges are blurred, as if they are constantly collapsing and regenerating in the air, very similar to flames, but according to my observation, almost all of them are composed of magic, but It is silent compared to what I saw—for example, compared with the product of the combination of Kailian and that woman in the last match of the Triwizard Tournament, it... um, how should I put it?"

"Small?"

"Well," added Tom, nodding, "a lot less, a lot."

"This is normal. Silence is the same as the wizard who gave birth to it, and it also needs to grow continuously. It was born by the wizard out of strong despair. It is another self with two sides," Credence said seriously, "but it is different from The symbiotic relationship between rhinoceros and rhinoceros that we are familiar with is different. The silent and powerful one-sided trade-off, absorbing the belief and magic power of the wizard, when it becomes stronger, the symbiotic wizard will also become weaker, but The wizard has no way to feed back from it at all-everything you just described is completely in line with the silence of a newborn, so I don't understand why you think the little girl is fine."

"But it was already dead," Tom turned his head to look at Adele, "it was pulled out of its eye socket by Nelson and crushed to death."

"Squeezed to death?" Credence didn't quite understand Tom's description, "Can you tell me about the situation where Mr. Williams suppressed silence at that time in a concrete and unembellished manner?"

"I've said it objectively," Tom spread his hands and said, "You also said just now that he is indeed good at fighting silently. Gnar has some magic for the soul, and even the legendary wizard, as long as he can see As far as the soul, he can also break it off. In Gnar's words, there is not much difference in the essence of Obscurity and Patronus and Dementor, but a group of magic power driven by strong emotions gave birth to its own logic. Silence is a bit special, similar to another personality born for the purpose of self-protection in an extremely depressive environment, do you understand what I mean? Just like some people will change their temperament drastically, this is a mental illness. "

"Er...very insightful."

Credence had never heard of such a theory, and because the Obscures were too rare and short-lived, there was little research on it among wizards, so anyone's theory was almost new.

"Gnar grabbed these monsters out of the wounded's eye sockets and shattered them with magic power. Those black shadows have no ability to recover, they can only turn into a pile of fragments and return to their bodies." Tom snapped his fingers, A silver ball appeared at the fingertips, and the picture of Nelson trying to save the postman began to play by itself, "Frankly speaking, the treatment effect of this method is not good, but time is tight, so this is the only way to go."

Credence stared at the image of Tom's fingertips with an increasingly strange expression.

"incredible……"

When the impactful scene of eyeballs bursting was over, Credence couldn't help sighing, but he didn't wait for Tom to reply, instead he bent down and met Adele's eyes, and he grinned, showing a With a sorry smile, her eyes were closed tightly. In the next second, her dark pupils pierced into Adele's heart like burning will-o'-the-wisps. Her expression froze, her eyes widened, and the black bloodshot pulsed like arteries. It spread towards the pupils, but the speed was extremely slow, like a snail.

"Look straight at me!"

Credence's voice still had an echo as rough as sandpaper. He yelled sharply, and Tom, who raised his wand, stopped his movements. He could see that the target of Credence's threat was not Adele.

The bloodshot that was slowly growing on the surface of Adele's eyeballs shrank back in fright at Credence's scolding, and the eye sockets instantly regained clarity.

He leaned down, whispered a few words in Adele's ear, raised his head again, made a silent gesture to Tom, and comforted Adele, "It's okay, even if it's me, in Grindelwald's It took a while to get used to it with help, and you just think about yourself most—”

"boom!"

Before Credence finished his sentence, the spotlights above their heads suddenly exploded, and glass shards fell like rain. Tom raised his head with his hands on his hands, and saw that the ceiling of the Room of Requirement had been lifted, and countless people lost their support from the floor. The chamber pot fell like a rain of frogs, accompanied by dust from the sky. Tom raised his wand, and a transparent barrier appeared above the heads of the three. He knew this room, and it seemed to be part of the Room of Requirement. Dumbledore once used it as a chat Speak out.

"Is it possible that the Room of Requirement has this kind of structure?"

Tom stood there dumbfounded. He looked between the ceiling and the floor of the upstairs room. The section of the masonry showed a dark purple-black color like the night sky, with silver ancient runes shining faintly in it. What—this was what Alphard dreamed of, but Hogwarts' continuous improvement of protection over thousands of years made his dream look like a joke.

"What's the matter, Mr. Barburn?"

Adele's voice sounded in a cloud of smoke.

It took a while for Credence to respond: "Good job, keep it up."

Was it Adele? Tom's hand holding his wand aloft relaxed slightly in surprise, the barrier above his head disappeared, and those luxurious chamber pots of various styles fell down one after another, almost hitting the heads of the three of them.

"Can you hear it, Miss Wertning?"

Credence stopped calling her "little girl."

"No," Adele's answer was extremely convincing, "I can't even imagine what the voice you describe is like."