People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

In Hermione's eyes.

Just now, by the Black Lake, Bagir was as scorching as the rising sun.

It suddenly turned into a cold sun.

It's like a blizzard with the scorching sun hanging in the sky.

While bringing warmth to the cold cheeks, it also seemed to dispel all the coldness in the heart.

It also brings courage.

She no longer had any scruples or concerns, and didn't care about the increasingly crowded lawn and the gazes of the people around her because Bagir was out for a walk.

The whole person stuck to it at once.

"What are you doing?" Bagir, who was in sage mode, had no expectation of being attacked and dodged directly.

"Ouch." Hermione fell on her butt. "Nothing."

But the next second, Bagir realized something was wrong.

After comforting Hermione, a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

"Fuck! I'm not going to be impotent, am I?"

He quickly checked the information that appeared in his mind after the manifestation of [Obsidian Shadow].

[Obsidian Shadow] cannot be classified as [Wand Appearance] because of its special material and the body of the wand is the embodiment of the darkness in the owner's heart.

It was directly materialized, so it cost 1000 more gems.

Constant existence.

This means that Bagel now possesses two wands at the same time.

The damage reduction of black magic is because the use of black magic, whether it is a mild evil curse, a moderate poison curse, or a severe curse, requires negative emotions.

The core of the wand [Obsidian Shadow] is something ethereal, such as the source of negative emotions, so it will naturally provide the owner with defense against black magic.

Similarly, a new talent - [Encouragement] - appeared in his family traits column.

Just like Dementors can absorb happiness and bring fear to people.

His talent for [encouragement] is to absorb the negative emotions of those around him, bring happiness to everyone, and mobilize their positive emotions.

It’s like having a phoenix by your side, singing non-stop 24 hours a day.

So, even if he slaps someone, the other person will just respond with a smile?

The absorbed negative emotions do not disappear, but can be shot out as bullets or attached to spells, which is the [Negative Mental Damage +50%].

Negative and negative emotions, that is, the recognition of "shadow", are relative to courage and reason.

The core function of [Obsidian Shadow] is to allow the owner to always remain rational and courageous.

Therefore, it will affect the emotions of both of them, and they are both judged as [Shadow] and bound by the obsidian staff handle.

Because of the adolescent body, the same is true of the dragon nature brought by dragon blood.

It affects the intellect.

But conversely, as long as it does not affect sanity, it is not a [shadow].

The state just now, which seemed like that of Sage Mode, was just the aftereffect of the manifestation of [Obsidian Shadow].

It will be restored later.

So, the talent of "Murderous Heart" and the "Murderous Intention" contained in it will not affect him even if "Doctor of Curse" is uninstalled?

Baqir thought of such a possibility.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 89 A Not Sad Funeral

Bajir did not try this conjecture rashly. Now there are people around him, if he loses control here, he will kill people.

The only option is to settle in another world.

Moreover, he was a little bit skeptical about why Narcissa surrendered so quickly.

The Chamber of Secrets at Malfoy Manor, ten minutes ago.

After expressing her submission clearly, Narcissa asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

In her eyes, the Dark Lord would never have any master.

But judging from the speed with which he broke the protective magic that had been passed down in the Malfoy family, and this little-known face.

Even if he is not Voldemort, he must be related to Voldemort and is not someone they, an orphan and a widow, can afford to offend.

The owner of this person in front of him could know everything about the headmaster's office without alerting Dumbledore.

Not even the Dark Lord could do that.

The so-called lust is not a big problem.

On the contrary, it's a good thing.

She was afraid that she was of no use.

Although her original surname was Black, she was now a qualified Malfoy.

As a Malfoy, temporary honor and disgrace are not important at all. What is important is the gains and losses of interests.

If she climbed into that man's bed, wouldn't her status be higher than the 'Dark Lord' in front of her?

While Narcissa was concentrating on herself, Riddle began to circle around in the Chamber of Secrets.

"Me?" He walked to the bookshelf and brushed the spines of the books with his slender fingers. "You may be familiar with it. I was here before."

"Arrived here earlier than the dead Lucius."

"Abu held me in his arms and decorated me with great care."

"The silver box and the green silk have been my whole world for decades."

"No one cares, touches."

"I can only keep replaying my past memories and examining my short life."

"Until the disappearance of the familiar magnetic field woke me up."

"I came into the arms of a person with a strange yet familiar magnetic field."

"He is cunning and stupid, vicious and naive, unlearned but self-proclaimed learned and noble."

"Just when I thought I would be with this vulgar soul forever, the opportunity finally came."

"He sent me to his homeland at the same time he sent himself to the guillotine."

“The only place I call home.”

"That's where I met my master. I faced off against the Dark Lord you mentioned, and I transformed and became independent in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."

"It hid it from everyone and truly came into this world."

"Who do you say I am?"

"Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Him?" Narcissa's lips trembled and her face turned pale. "No, the master is in Hogwarts!"

"Master." Riddle turned around and looked at the woman in front of him. "Who are you referring to?"

"Our common master." Narcissa lowered her proud and beautiful head.

Her hope was completely shattered.

There was no need to guess the identity of the man in front of him, he was the diary of the Dark Lord's past, which had been on the bookshelf in the Chamber of Secrets.

The mysterious wizard who could subdue the Dark Lord and hide himself at the side of the White Lord.

There was no doubt that he could take Draco's life at any time at Hogwarts.

Now she only hoped that the mysterious wizard, no, the master was really lustful.

So, under Riddle's surprised gaze, Narcissa asked in a low but clear voice, with a hint of shyness, like an eighteen-year-old girl, "When can I sleep with our master?"

Naturally, Basil couldn't hear Narcissa's thoughts.

He only knew that there was not a trace of lies in her words.

Baqir's steps became lighter.

The same goes for Draco Malfoy.

After meeting Harry, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that he himself didn't even notice.

Before leaving, he said harshly: "The final Quidditch Cup will definitely belong to Slytherin!"

Sirius nodded, "I also think my nephew is better."

But he also winked to indicate that he actually supported Harry and Gryffindor more.

Then, both of them left the dormitory and went to the Gryffindor common room with brisk steps.

This surprised Bagel a little.

In this world, the person Sirius cares about most is probably the copy of James, Harry.

He would actually give up time with Harry for the nasty Malfoy boy.

He was now more like Draco Malfoy's godfather than Harry's.

However, this was not what surprised Bagel the most.

Dusk.

In the back garden, next to Aragog's body.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Badger looked at each other.

No one, including Hagrid, could shed a tear.

Even though Hagrid was always reminiscing about the past, "I raised him from an egg. He was so tiny when he hatched, only the size of a pug. I kept him in a cupboard at school until... well..."

Self-examination: "It's all - my fault - this - idiot! I told the villain how to subdue Fluffy! I told him! He knew everything except this, and I told him anyway! Just for a dragon egg! Later I neglected my duty and forgot my job as the guard of the Forbidden Forest! Old Malfoy was in the Forbidden Forest the whole time! He stayed there for a month! I didn't find anything! When they broke into the venue, I was still drinking in the box! I should be kicked out and be a Muggle all my life!"

But Hagrid's sadness and self-blame never reached its peak.

Tears just appeared, but disappeared in the next second.

The same thing happened with Ron.

Although he is no longer afraid of spiders.

But next to him, beside the newly dug pit, was the body of Aragog.

The eight milky white eyes, the two curved claws, and every bristle on the body are clearly visible.

In a non-combat situation, without the atmosphere created by classmates who were fighting bravely together, he should have felt his scalp tingling.

But the fear is always just a little bit short.

Fear, but not much.

Only Baqir knew why.

His talent of [Inspiration] is taking effect.

Like the Dementors' lingering fear field.

His whole body was like a funnel, sucking in all the negativity defined as "shadows" that could cause people to suffer emotional breakdown.

It can be said that as long as he is at the funeral, don't even think about crying at the grave.

The awkward silence lasted for a long time.

Until the moon rises above the branches.

Bajir said: "How about we bury Aragog?"

"No wonder it's so hot."

The sun has already set at this moment, and the temperature difference between day and night in the Scottish Plateau is so great that it is not hot at all.