Chapter 378 The Terrible Truth About the Blood Alliance!

Dark green vines snaked around every corner. The stone beam seemed to be part of the original castle gate, and the dark hole was the original location of the gate.

It's hard to imagine what happened here over hundreds of years to make the originally tall entrance look like this.

"Tergeo" Sean's magic spell removed the moss and dirt from a boulder.

Only then did he realize that these were not rocks rolled from somewhere, but huge stones that had been neatly cut, at least they had been.

The entrance to the cave was blocked by huge stones that were originally used as city walls, and this was obviously not something that time could do.

Sean immediately thought of the Baroness in that document.

The Baroness killed Baron Skinner and absorbed the blood from the Baron's body. However, the Baroness did not have enough ability to support the huge power. She turned into blood balls and exploded, dying on the spot.

The explosion destroyed the manor and killed most of the lives in the area.

Is it so powerful... Sean frowned.

This abandoned castle covers a large area. After all, Baron and Baroness Skinner were both wizards, so it was not too difficult for them to build huge buildings.

Moreover, near the castle, you can also see the remains of some former human buildings.

And the death of the Baroness directly destroyed such a large place. This was not something that an ordinary wizard in the thirteenth century could do.

Sean's heart became slightly heavier. He knew that this was the power of the blood contract magic.

"Ultimate armor protection (protego maxima)"

Adding a defensive spell to himself, Sean walked into the hole with his wand.

More than half of the castle had collapsed, and it was a little difficult for Sean to walk, but someone had indeed been here, because many of the buried places had been cleaned up, and the traces were all new.

This is probably the path Dumbledore once walked...

Sean walked in a direction he could barely discern.

The depths of this ancient castle, which has been abandoned for centuries, are even more eerie, with collapsed stone walls, rusty and deformed lampstands, vines everywhere, and a quiet, soul-crushing eerie atmosphere.

"Crack——" There was a crisp sound from the sole of Sean's foot.

He looked down and saw half of a weathered white bone.

“Reparo—sorry, man.”

After moving the repaired leg bone of some unlucky guy to the side, and taking two more steps, Sean finally found the place he was looking for.

It was the entrance to a basement, and obviously Dumbledore had already entered it.

Entering the basement, the smell of damp mold immediately hits your face.

"Man, help me clean it up-" Sean pinched his nose and opened the ring, and a shiny head poked out.

The growth rate of magical animals is unexpectedly fast. When the little airwing was born, it was the size of Sean's fist, and now it has grown several times.

"Wow--(Have you eaten yet?)" Airwing shouted happily at Sean.

The intellectual development of magical animals seems to be much faster than that of humans. In just a few months, Sean can already use the beast whisperer to communicate with the Airwing.

However, the Airwing's life goal besides eating is... to eat.

Dave can't be allowed to play with this little guy all the time in the future...If you don't learn from the good ones, you will become a fool.

"I'll let you know when it's time for dinner. Come on, help me freshen the air here."

The airwing bird will inhale the nearby air when changing postures, and this means of survival obviously has other uses - the airwing bird can filter out almost all harmful substances in the air, using its magical power filtering organs and magical epidermis.

Although the little guy is greedy, he still listens to Sean.

The Airwing opened its mouth like a pelican fishing, and the skin on its chin and neck expanded rapidly.

Then, like an exhaust fan, it took a puff in the basement and spit it out. After a while, the air in the basement became much fresher.

"Well done." Sean praised, "lumos maximum."

A dazzling ball of light came out of the tip of the wand. Sean waved it hard, and the balls of light floated around one after another.

The full view of the dark basement was also displayed in front of him.

When the castle turned into ruins, it didn't seem to have much impact on this place. Except for some rubble on the walls of the basement and bookshelves that had long since aged and collapsed, the place still retains roughly its original appearance.

There were dusty crystal vials, unexpectedly rust-free cauldrons, weathered spell books, and even a few broomsticks with only their poles left.

It's like a witch's workshop in a medieval novel.

There is a secret door that has been opened in the center of the inner wall of a room.

There is a slightly darker mark from the secret door to the basement entrance.

Perhaps it was in that secret door that Baron Skinner was discovered by his wife about the betrayal contained in the blood contract, and then was dragged out...

Sean slowly approached the secret door, trying to find some useful information here.

Unfortunately, except for a stone platform in the center, nothing else was found in the small room entered through the secret door.

Maybe it was taken away by a researcher, maybe it was taken away by Dumbledore...

Sean was not too disappointed. This was something he had thought of before coming.

The key is, what did Dumbledore see here...

Sean, who was looking around, finally found something on the stone platform with a strange mark.

"This is..." Sean picked up a fine metal particle with his fingertips.

He continued to search, and found many particles in various corners that were difficult to find. These particles ranged from light silver to dim blood red, and they did not seem to have faded in color over time.

"This..." An idea came to Sean's mind.

He raised his wand and pointed it at the particles: "Reparo"

The gathered particles shook.

For items that have been broken for a long time, the effect of the repair spell will be greatly reduced...

But as long as it's not ineffective... Sean's eyes lit up.

"reparo"

"reparo"

"reparo"

…

More than thirty repair spells were thrown out in succession, and the fine particles finally reacted.

They floated slowly, and then converged toward the center. Even some particles that Sean had not found jumped out from other places.

After a slow combination of particles, an incomplete pendant appeared in front of Sean's eyes.

The pendant was still in pieces and seemed to have been put together reluctantly. Not only that, there were some gaps everywhere in the pendant, and those were fragments that could no longer be found.

However, Sean's attention was completely focused on the shape of the pendant.

The tangled chains, the silver shell with complicated patterns, and the blood-red particles that Sean found before were not gem fragments at all, but the centerpiece of the entire pendant... blood...

This pendant is so similar to the blood alliance token between Dumbledore and Grindelwald!

Was the blood pact that Baron Skinner and Baroness made originally a blood pact? !

No way, my guess... seems to be coming true...

Sean's breathing was already heavy.

But before he could think more, a gloomy and sad voice suddenly sounded.

"I really miss...the look of this thing..."

There can't be anyone alive here... Sean turned his head sharply.

A pearl-white ghost is floating in mid-air, looking firmly at the pendant with his melancholy and sad eyes.

A flat-topped felt hat, a semicircular cloak, a robe that resembled ancient Roman clothing, pantyhose and calfskin boots. This typical attire of a thirteenth-century aristocrat made Sean immediately recognize the look of this middle-aged man with curly hair and beard. identity.

Baron Skinner…

Baron Skinner was haggard, with shriveled skin and a gaping, shrinking hole in his chest, but he no longer felt pain, only sadness.

Not a returner, but a normal ghost, Sean decided.

"Skinner?" he asked.

Baron Skinner was still staring blankly at the pendant restored by Sean. After a while, he looked at him and said in a heavy and sad voice: "Yes, yes... This is the shameful Skinner... …”

"Have you been wandering here in a ghost state?" Sean looked at the other person.

Baron Skinner was still immersed in sadness. He nodded dullly: "Yes, yes... I didn't want to communicate with anyone, but you restored this pendant, it was me and Corina..."

As soon as the name Colina was mentioned, Skinner immediately covered his head in pain.

Sean immediately realized that Corina should be the Baroness.

He was slightly confused. The information mentioned that although it was Corina who killed Baron Skinner, the real betrayer in the relationship between the two was Skinner.

Why does the ghost in front of me look so painful?

Betrayer's guilt?

Sean moved closer to the other party: "Mr. Baron, what happened?"

Skinner was obviously in great pain. He almost cried and shouted: "I am a shameful betrayer. I betrayed my love with Colina...I am still a coward! Coward!"

I don’t know if it’s because he hasn’t communicated with anyone for so many years, but this ghost is extremely emotional.

"I, I... why am I confused... I am a beast... a beast..."

Sean silently looked at Baron Skinner who suddenly collapsed emotionally, and finally said: "However, Corina is dead, and so are you..."

Skinner collapsed and murmured helplessly: "I deserve it all...but she didn't deserve to die, she didn't deserve to die..."

Sean grabbed the pendant in his hand. The pendant that had not returned to its original shape shook off a few particles. Baron Skinner rushed towards it with wide eyes, but the fragments passed through his palm and fell to the ground.

Sean glanced at him and said without any emotion in his tone: "It can't be fixed."

The latter opened his mouth wide, and finally sat down dejectedly: "It can't be repaired..."

Sean followed his example and sat down cross-legged: "Won't you tell me?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he shook the pendant in his hand: "I can help you fix this pendant and then put it here."

Baron Skinner looked at Sean blankly, and finally lowered his head dejectedly.

"There is nothing new, just the story of a shameful betrayer..."

Sean frowned at the ghost's decadent and painfully regretful voice.

The story is indeed very cliché. Skinner and Corina were originally a couple who loved each other very much. In order to prove their love, they, as wizards, found a blood contract.

The blood pact binds the two people together, and they cannot hurt each other - this is not a problem for two people who love each other.

The problem lies in an ancient book found by Baron Skinner.

Skinner, who was passionate about curse research, spent a lot of effort studying the book and learned the true name of the blood pact he made with his wife: Blood Pact.

"Sure enough, Skinner and the Baroness also made a blood pact..." Sean's heart became heavy.

From ancient times to the present, magic contains the power of emotions, including anger, hatred, happiness, and of course love. According to records, all love magic seems to have one thing in common, which is the use of the power of blood.

The blood pact is like this. With blood as the medium, two people who have made an oath cannot hurt each other. As long as there is a little bit of betrayal, the blood pact will kill the betrayer.

"I, I found another function of the Blood Pact, or in other words, that is its real function -" Skinner grabbed his hair in pain, "I was tempted by the huge power in the description... …”

The Ministry of Magic's evaluation of the Blood Pact includes a sentence: "Under unimaginable risks, huge costs will be exchanged for high returns. This is the essence of the Blood Pact."

Skinner's own notes once mentioned that "hate takes love as its cornerstone, exchanges it with equal value, and adds great power..."

Sean's breathing became heavy involuntarily. He stared at the other party and asked almost urging him: "What is the real function?"

Skinner whimpered a few times out of cowardice or guilt, and murmured: "There is another contract hidden behind the blood alliance..."

"Another contract?"

"Yes, yes..." Skinner lowered his head and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Love is the most powerful force in the world. This is the consensus of many ancient magics... Other powers are slightly weaker, even hate... However, there is a force that is more powerful and more terrifying than love... That that is--"

"Hate born of the deepest love."

Sean's pupils suddenly contracted.

Skinner murmured: "For those who make a blood pact, as long as one party...one party takes the initiative to give up this love, use the most powerful memory magic to deceive themselves, give up this love, and leave the last love to their former lover. Deep pain...I chose to do this..."

"When the blood alliance is shattered...the fragments are stained with the blood of hatred, and a new contract begins to take effect...At this time, recall your love, and drink the blood of your lover that originally loved and now hates..."

Skinner looked up at Sean, no, it was the pendant in his hand. His eyes were blank, filled with endless regret.

"Kill your lover with your own hands...and let your lover's hatred sprout in your love. You will gain...endless magic power..."