Chapter 391 The Secret Past

"Help me... who will save me..."

Nelson opened his eyes suddenly, surrounded by pure darkness, only a one-meter-square light source under his feet. A woman's faint cry for help came from all directions, as if it sounded directly in his mind.

He lowered his head, and there was a smooth mirror under his feet. He leaned over to observe, but his reflection did not appear in the mirror. Instead, he looked down into a pure white circular room, and the surrounding walls were regularly inlaid with light-transmitting dark glass. , you can vaguely see different rooms.

A woman tightly covered by a white sheet is lying on a cold silver metal bed. There is a square opening in the sheet, and a strong heart that does not resemble a human being is exposed to the air, like the cry for help Beating weakly, black blood oozes from the edge of the wound, clinging to the white quilt.

This is exactly the woman who was found in the bunker and was attached to the male body. At this moment, her eyes widened, her complexion was ashen, and she made a screaming expression, but no sound came out, as if her vocal cords no longer existed. .

Nelson tapped the glass under his feet lightly with his knuckles, as if he had knocked on a rocky mountain. There was no movement, and there was no knocking sound. It seemed that only the room in the mirror was flowing with time, and everything else was nothingness.

He is like an audience watching an immersive movie on a very small screen.

A gloved hand stroked the woman's forehead, and a wizard in a black cloak of medieval medicine tapped her convulsed eyelids with the other hand, comforting something softly, but no sound came to Nelson's ears. During this time, his world has been in absolute silence except for the call for help.

The woman struggled in horror, but she could only move very few muscles in her face, so she could only watch the wizard close her eyelids, and as she closed her eyes, the mirror in front of Nelson slowly returned to dark.

He raised his hand and touched his body and pockets. It was himself, the wand still existed, and the mayfly he carried with him could respond to his call. He took out one and put it in the air, and the mayfly's red eye lit up the whole body. A piece of space covered his vision with a blood-colored thin curtain. While the wings of the mayfly were flapping, the same sound came from behind him. Nelson turned his head, and an identical mayfly was slowly floating over him. Behind him, he directed the mayfly to make movements, and the mayfly behind him also synchronized with it. This seems to be a limited but circular space-this kind of situation often appears in the dreams of wizards, and the owner of the dream is imprisoned like a cage. Among the memories he least wanted to face.

It took more than a while for Nelson to locate himself - in the woman's memory.

"So... is this your dream?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was the sound of glass shattering in his ears, and then, the external sounds rich enough to explode appeared around Nelson like a tide—the sound of saw blades slicing through bones, the roar of wild animals, the sound of heartbeat, and the sound of crying And laughter, and the sound of dense footsteps—the woman's hearing seems to have recovered, and there should be many people around her watching.

"Okay," a man's voice came from under his feet, "I promised you, honey, I will definitely save you."

"Honey?"

Nelson pondered. He recognized the voice. When spying on Jokunda's memory, he met the man and replaced him. The owner of the voice was Dr. Sykes.

The mirror under Nelson's feet suddenly lit up, and the man in the black cloak who was pushing the woman's eyelids slowly overlapped with the figure of Dr. Sykes in his impression. He looked much younger than when he was dying, and his tired face was covered with It was excitement, the gloves were covered with filthy blood stains, the exposed heart was beating vigorously, and every beat delivered abundant energy to the woman's exhausted body, with the beating of the heart, black His blood also turned bright red.

"It's disgusting."

A woman's mocking voice sounded from the side, and Nelson looked in the direction of the sound. A petite woman with good features was standing on the workbench in the corner of the room, fiddled with the only yellow instrument that Nelson knew among all the strange instruments. Copper balance, this balance is somewhat damaged, so that the normal state is tilted.

"What's so disgusting?" Dr. Sykes shook his head, bent down, and kissed the woman's forehead lightly, "Dirty manure can grow the most luscious fruits, Isabel, I don't think you don't understand this reason."

The woman let go of the brass scales and let them sway wildly. She turned around, revealing a face that surprised Nelson.

"If my melons and fruits grew up eating excrement, I would rather not eat it, doctor, you are already bewildered, can a human figure made of various pieces of meat still be called a human? I thought you What an unexpected discovery, I didn't expect to come here to perform a Muggle suture technique," her "Doctor" was full of sarcasm, "Also, don't call me Isabel, I am Madam McGonagall now."

This woman is exactly the mother of the one Nelson met in the Scottish Highlands, who was defeated by Minerva McGonagall on the way home to visit her relatives and find her first love. The terrible woman who turned the world upside down and finally exploded into a pool of venom—but she treated Nelson, who had only met once, very well, and was full of love for her family. This kind of contradictory double-faced person can indeed get together with Dr. Sykes .

"Have they met so early?" Nelson narrowed his eyes, "That's right, the age gap is not that big, lunatics can always attract each other."

"Okay, Mrs. McGonagall," Dr. Sykes said with a complacent expression, spreading his hands, "You may not know what my work represents."

"On behalf of you put your wife's head on the body of a wild man, and stuffed so many dinner ingredients bought at the butcher shop into it like a doll?"

"Wife?"

Nelson was puzzled. Wasn't Dr. Sykes' wife the mother of sisters Jokunda and Melissa? If the head was their mother, who was it that mopped the living room on the day the Sykes died?

The sudden information dazzled Nelson's eyes,

"Haha, don't be too hostile," another person interjected. He was sitting on a chair by the door of the room, wearing a silver wizard robe, blending in with the surrounding environment. Nelson didn't even see him. "Let's take a look at what the doctor has created. If it's this kind of installation art, then I don't mind teaching him a lesson with you."

"Do you think I do?" Dr. Sykes showed a crazy smile, "This disgusting smelly man is her own brother, and her beautiful head resists anyone except blood relatives. Help me find it." Those bodies are useless at all!"

"Really?" The man by the door smiled stiffly, and he had already raised his wand, "It seems that I have done something wrong with good intentions."

"Not at all, thank you," Dr. Sykes said hastily after noticing the man's anger, "They provided good data for my experiment, and also allowed me to formulate a perfect plan that would not make mistakes. Thanks to their dedication , I have successfully rescued the person I love the most from hell."

"Why do you think your wife will be in hell?" Isabel wondered, "You may go to hell, but your wife should go to heaven."

"No, she won't," said Dr. Sykes with a happy smile. "I know I will go to hell, so she will come to hell with me."

"..."

Isabel gasped, feeling cold all over, she couldn't help but hold her shoulders, and after a long time, she sighed, "Among all the perverts I've seen, you are the only one."

"Thank you for your praise of my love, Isabel!"

Dr. Sykes straightened his back nervously, and bowed to Isabel to salute. Isabel, who was shocked by the pervert this time, didn't struggle with what he called her, but wrapped her clothes tightly and leaned against the test bench.

Dr. Sykes continued to say intoxicatedly, "When my daughter grows up...they are the closest blood of my lover, then she can come to this dirty world to accompany me again!"

Isabel felt a chill and moved a few meters away.

"Let me interrupt, doctor," the man by the door raised his hand with an ugly expression, "I would like to ask you to translate what it means to wait for your daughter to grow up? The eldest daughter or the youngest daughter? How old is your youngest daughter now?" Is it not as old as Isa... Mrs. McGonagall's daughter? So you called us here today to show our loneliness, just to inform us to wait another ten years?"

"My eldest daughter is too much like me, and she is not compatible with her mother," Dr. Sykes shook his head, "The younger daughter is very much like her mother, she is the most perfect carrier, and as for the results, it has been a complete success , Mr. Daguerre, because my wife does not match her body, she can only feel but not express. But I can show you her life later. As for the bodies you want, they have already been completed in the final experiment ready before."

The man by the wall turned out to be Daguerre! But his appearance was very different from what Nelson saw. Under the bombardment of repeated messages, Nelson was even ready to wait for Grindelwald to crawl out from under the bed.

"I hope so," Daguerre nodded sternly, "I don't want my money to go to waste, do you understand?"

"Understood, understood." Dr. Sykes waved his hand.

"So what's the purpose of calling me here?" Isabel said with a straight face, "If it's to disgust me, then I have to applaud you, you succeeded, and you exceeded your goal."

"Why do you think so?" Dr. Sykes showed an exaggeratedly frustrated expression, "I can't wait to share my joy with my closest friends, but you always doubt me so much!"

"I can't afford to be your friend."

"Well, Isabel," Dr. Sykes said sternly, "During the experiment, I successfully put the head of a Muggle on the body of a wizard. Thanks to Mr. Daguerre, who provided me with Many wandering wizards, of course, I also want to thank Ms. Mary and Mr. Daguerre who are still on the way, if I didn’t wash my hair, I would like to take off my hat and salute you!”

Daguerre waved his hand, motioning him to get down to business.

"Isabel, didn't you always want your husband, the respected Mr. McGonagall, to be one of us?" Dr. Sykes blushed and spoke excitedly, "I have already mastered the authority to plunder magic power. The discrimination caused by magic is just a matter of knife and knife for me! Just replace him with a—”

"Enough, Doctor," Isabel yelled at Dr. Sykes, "I don't want to chop off my husband's head and put it on a man I don't know!"

"Maybe when I find the wizard's magic organ—"

"Stop talking!" Isabel didn't know what to imagine, and clutched her chest and retched.

"Well, it seems that you still have the illusion of using potions to change his body. With all due respect, you might as well think about changing the soul into a second body, or consider Ms. Mary's attempt to create wizards in Second Salem "" Dr. Sykes shrugged, "but I still need your potion support, those potions are too effective in robbing life and giving life!"

Isabel just retched, noncommittal.

Suddenly, the mirror under Nelson's feet flickered, and Dr. Sykes rushed to the woman's side, and asked with concern, "Are you awake? You must be awake! Look at me! Look at me!"

"boom!"

The door was roughly pushed open from the outside, and the eyes of the other two were immediately attracted by the two who walked in.

Nelson's eyes widened, and he was an acquaintance again—the former headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dippet, and Salem, who attacked Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament. Why are these two people together?

The entry of the two of them added a smell of gunpowder to the room.

"Professor Dippet," Daguerre greeted happily, "I didn't expect you to come with Ms. Mary, which is really rare."

"I caught an owl on the way to find this woman," the gray-haired Professor Dippet snorted coldly, and let go of Salem's wrist, "I still think you are too stupid to believe a Muggle Promise? She is also worthy to think of a way to suppress the Obscure? I actually want to hand over the life of my grandson to her?"

Mary, who called herself Salem, rubbed her wrists and remained silent. On the contrary, Isabel who was at the side became interested, "Professor Dippert, isn't this your own choice? But I thought you would lie to yourself for the rest of your life, It turned out that the child was already admitted to be an Obscure."

"Don't talk to Professor like this!" Dippet stared at Isabel and said sharply.

"Woohoo," Isabel shrugged, "I finally understand why that child became an obscurant. I hope Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft will not be renamed the obscurant training school under your leadership."

"When Barry comes of age, for whatever reason, whoever it is, whatever the excuse... if that monster is still with him," Dippet ignored Isabel, turned around, stared at Salem, and threatened said, "I will crush every bone of every Scourer and anti-witch Muggle with my own hands."

"..."

"I need you to help me get rid of the control of the American wizard," Salem lowered his head and whispered, "Mr. Dippet, we will wait and see."

"Why should I help you? Self-righteous Muggles!"

Now even Daguerre didn't know how to smooth things over.

"Look at me! Look at me!" Only Dr. Sykes, who was touching the woman's cheek, shouted loudly in the silent room.

"squeak--"

The door was slowly pushed open, and a well-made but mud-stained black leather shoe stepped out of the door. Everyone who was attracted by the sound had different expressions, but most of them had fear and disgust on their faces.

"It's all there, I made a prophecy while sleeping on the Knight Bus, anyone want to hear it?"

"Nelson! Wake up Nelson!"

Nelson was awakened by a cry. He blinked and found himself surrounded by Fiendfire. Borlux stood above and shouted anxiously, "Come up!"

Fierce flames scorched the woman's skin, moisture was squeezed out, and slid down her shriveled cheeks like tears.

Nelson shook his head, helped her close her eyes, and left the bunker in a twisted air.

Behind him, the row of charred bodies crashed down, waiting for time to turn them into piles of loess.