Chapter 118 The Wizard's Curse

The gloomy cemetery, the tomb-robbing teenager, and the sudden sound of a soft female voice... This scene is not only terrifying, but also extremely creepy.

What's even more terrifying is that the woman who made the sound is really a genuine thousand-year-old female ghost.

Luo Fu turned his head and saw Helena, wearing a long dress, floating behind him, looking at him with interest.

"What are you doing, Rolf?"

Rolf didn't expect to see Helena here. He was stunned and hesitated:

"I... I'm doing archaeology."

"Archaeology?"

"Well... this is a holiday homework for Muggle Studies." Rolf lied: "Professor Bubage asked us to carry out rescue excavations on those stolen tombs, which is what I am doing now."

"Really?" Helena's face showed a half-smile, and said:

"But I asked about your class schedule, and I remember that you didn't take the Muggle Studies class at all?"

"Really? Did I remember it wrong?" Rolf was a little embarrassed, and he abruptly changed the subject and said: "Why did you ask about my class schedule?"

"Knowing your class schedule, I know where you are every second." Helena lowered her voice and said shyly:

"When I miss you, I can find your classroom and take a sneak peek at you."

The cold breeze blew on Rolf, and he couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.

Helena, you are not a little girl anymore. You are already a thousand years old. Can we not say such cheesy love words?

Rolf rubbed his cold arms and said, "Who taught you to talk like that?"

"Uh... Myrtle." Helena said honestly, "No man can resist her words."

"..."

"Myrtle... I will kill you sooner or later!" Rolf cursed inwardly.

"Helena, you should recover. I still like your unruly look before."

"Really?" Helena widened her eyes and quickly recovered her coldness. She asked again, "So, what are you doing?"

"Tomb robbing." Rolf continued to talk nonsense, "I will practice a few more times, and then I will rob your mother's... cough cough, and I will have experience in exploring your mother's tomb."

Although the words sounded like scolding, Helena was very happy. She wanted to take Rolf to her mother's tomb to "explode gold coins".

After all, there are many precious out-of-print magic books in the tomb. If Rolf learns them, he can revive her.

Helena firmly believes in this!

So, she sincerely suggested: "Rolf, you can't accumulate any useful experience in the tombs of Muggles. I know where the tombs of several famous wizards are. I will take you there now."

"..."

"By the way, why did you change a corpse just now?" Helena asked again.

Rolf continued to be speechless, and Helena floated down. She looked at the name on the tombstone and frowned: "Tom Riddle, this is..."

"Okay, this is the tomb of Voldemort's father." Rolf saw that he couldn't fool him, so he had to explain honestly: "I'm setting a trap to trap him. Don't tell anyone about this."

"Don't worry, of course I won't tell." Helena hated Tom more than Rolf.

It was he who used sweet words to cheat Helena's crown, but finally broke his oath and didn't come back to save her.

Bah, liar, scumbag, go to hell!

Rolf raised his wand and continued to use the Restore to restore the cemetery. He asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

"I have been following you since you came out of Hogwarts." Helena explained, "It's just that I have been floating in the sky and you didn't notice me."

It's really omnipresent... Rolf sighed. He will have to check if there is anyone watching him in the sky when he goes out.

Seeing the boy turn around and leave, Helena floated over and asked, "Rolf, are you going back?"

Rolf shook his head: "I don't plan to go back for the time being. I'm going to take a walk on the hillside above Little Hangleton."

"Are you going to find the old house of Gaunt?" Helena said it all at once.

Rolf raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you been here before?"

"Of course, the Gaunt family... I have been here with my mother before." Helena sneered:

"My mother asked them to send her children to Hogwarts, but was rejected. They also attacked my mother. This is a group of crazy families."

Rolf frowned and said, "Aren't the Gaunt family descendants of Slytherin?"

The children of Slytherin don't go to Hogwarts and attack Ravenclaw?

"That was later." Helena explained patiently:

"O'Anthony Slytherin, the son of Salazar Slytherin, had only one daughter. After she married the Gaunt family, the Slytherin family name disappeared.

From then on, the Gaunt family claimed to be descendants of Slytherin..."

The two walked and talked along a narrow dirt road towards a grove of bushes, and soon found the Gaunt old house in a tangled grove.

The house was covered with moss, and many tiles on the roof had fallen off, revealing the rafters inside.

Dense nettles grew around the house, and the tall nettles reached the windows. The windows were very small and covered with thick old dirt.

There was also a bronze snake statue on the door, which looked very dangerous.

Rolf did not rush in, because Voldemort hid the Resurrection Stone in the old house after making it into a Horcrux.

Given the protection of the Horcrux cave, this old house must be full of various dangerous magics.

With his small body, Rolf did not dare to take risks easily. Next time he came, he would have to bring Dumbledore with him and let the principal take the lead.

The young man observed around the house for a while and then said casually: "Speaking of which, the last names of the four giants have not been passed down to this day."

"This is normal." Helena was silent for a moment and said: "My mother told me that wizards were cursed by more powerful beings."

"Curse?" Luo Fu was startled and said, "What curse?"

"Fertility is cursed." Helena said seriously:

"Have you not noticed that most wizards have very few offspring compared to Muggles?

For example, the Malfoy family has basically been a single generation for thousands of years, and the same is true for the Potter family. "

"But there are seven Weasley children," Rolf retorted.

"My mother said that whenever there are multiple bloodlines circulating, there will soon be big changes in the heirs, causing the wizard family that started to flourish to quickly wither." Helena said softly:

“Look at the Black family, the previous three generations also had many heirs, but when it comes to Sirius Black’s lineage, he has three cousins, and his own brother is also dead.

If it weren't for you, Sirius Black would have died in Azkaban, ultimately causing the annihilation of this family name. "

"There is also the Crouch family. When I was still alive, there were six Crouches, but two died in a vendetta, one disappeared, and two had no descendants."

"The Dumbledore family, when Albus and Aberforth pass away, this surname will also die."

"In the Peverell family, only the third of the three brothers survived, but he only had one daughter, who soon married into the Potter family... This ancient surname is gone."

Helena finally said softly:

"Rolf, my mother told me... the bloodline of wizards has been cursed by a more powerful force, which prevents them from breeding like Muggles.

This kind of curse is just like the inevitable failure of wizards to establish a nation. All wizards will eventually change from pure blood to mixed blood, or even squibs...the number will become smaller and smaller until they are assimilated by Muggles.

"In the end..." Helena murmured softly: "The wizard will die completely. This is the ultimate fate."

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(Thanks to the boss of "Nine Fat Orange Cats" for the tip.

Thank you "book friend"

and the rewards from the two big guys "I just love to wade in Langshui")