novelraw Chapter 191 Constantine's Spell
Chapter 191 Constantine's Spell
Harry and Sirius were chatting when a strange voice sounded like deja vu.
Then, a golden gap that Harry had seen in the curtains of his own dormitory appeared in the air before the two of them, and then the gap opened and John Constantine came out.
"Oh...you are here." He looked at the decoration of the room with his usual leisurely, even a little carefree manner.
"Merlin! How could you even enter my old house!" Sirius cried out in despair.
"Still surprised by such trivial things?" Constantine took out a cigarette case from the pocket of his windbreaker, looked at Harry standing beside Sirius, curled his lips and stuffed it back, "You have been here for half a year. Bai followed us?"
"I have your blood. Don't worry, except for me, everyone who knows this magic is dead." He added, "And I don't intend to teach others."
"My blood... when did you draw it?!"
"When you don't know, obviously." Konstantin shrugged for granted, and he finally decided to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, even if he didn't smoke it.
"You know we are likely to go out at this time, so you specifically picked this time to come." Sirius crossed his arms and squinted at this guy who always wore a trench coat.
"I don't like being stared at when I'm 'shopping'." He pointed to the black magic item behind him with his thumb.
Sirius shook his head, saying that he broke into a private house so confidently, and only this shameless guy could do it...
The door of the room opened, and Damian stood outside, "I heard a strange sound, so... Konstantin, why are you here?"
"He's here to pick up some of the Black's junk—just to thank him for saving me," said Sirius dryly.
"Don't be so unconfident, big dog, maybe I will accept them all?"
Sirius rolled his eyes, if he hadn't had a good temper (?), he would have been pissed off by this guy, "Quick fight, leave immediately, I'm going to take Harley out to play. And, I won't be here in the future, no more Appeared at my house! This will be the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix in the future, be careful which member will get rid of you on the spot! Alastor Moody always fights first and then interrogates!"
Constantine grinned, as if Sirius had just told a big joke.
In the end, he just shook his head, didn't refute anything, and was busy shuttling between the cabinets, poking this, poking that, with an excited expression like a child walking into a toy store.
But he was quickly disappointed, "I thought Black's house could have something good," he smacked his lips in disgust, "Why are they all prank-level stuff? Listening to the music box that makes people sleepy? Can bite people Snuffbox? There's a Boggart in that cupboard... *You've blown your house up, Big Dog." He patted Sirius on the shoulder.
"I'm leaving, it's just a waste of time." After Constantine said, he was about to start teleportation magic.
Damian, who had been leaning against the door frame, cleared his throat, "I saw you hid something in your windbreaker pocket - something with a chain."
"It's strange, since Blake has already let you choose everything in this room, why do you sneak around?" Damian asked.
Sirius is a man of action, and he is completely hostile to Constantine.He went straight over to take out the pocket of this guy's windbreaker, and took out a locket with complicated patterns on it, and at the same time, a big S mark dotted in the center.
"Because he is only interested in this thing," Damian analyzed slowly while observing Constantine's expression, "he doesn't want to collect other garbage, and he is worried that you will ask what this thing is—this It just proves that this necklace is not an ordinary dark magic item."
"Bats, big or small, are so uncute." Constantine was not nervous after being caught, and now he just wanted to light the cigarette in his mouth.
"What is this?" Sirius asked solemnly, holding up the locket.
"The most important thing to the little girl's sworn enemy," Constantine pointed at Harry, "but to me it's just a rare research object."
"A fraction of a living person's soul." He spread his hands to the three of them, emphasizing with a serious look that almost never appeared on his face, "It's a pity to be directly destroyed by you! I need to do something with it. Magic experiment!"
"John, you can cheat me any way you want," Sirius held the locket tightly, "but this matter is too special and important."
"Okay, okay, I give up." Constantine shook his hand indifferently.
Sirius finally let go of this opportunistic guy. He looked at the ordinary locket in his hand, which might just have some historical heritage and monetary value (there are a dozen of such things in the Black family), and no one would have thought that there was something here. The soul of one of the most feared dark wizards.
He had heard that each of the four founders of Hogwarts had a treasure, but this S cannot be Slytherin...is it possible?
None of that matters anymore, now it's just an evil container that needs to be destroyed.
"Why... Voldemort's Horcrux is in my house?" Sirius said to himself: "Did Regulus fall to... no, Regulus has never entered the core of Voldemort's power."
Both Harry and Damian also held their breath, waiting for Sirius' decision.
"Are you sure this is a Horcrux?" He finally confirmed to Constantine.
"It's so sad, you doubt my ability so much?"
Sirius took a deep breath. If the life of fighting and killing for half a year taught him anything, it would be that it is necessary to kill the villains simply and at the same time make up the knife; Helplessly looking for Dumbledore's former Order of the Phoenix,
Dumbledore is not omnipotent, and Harry's death has proved it.
Tell the old headmaster that the ultimate goal is still to destroy the Horcrux; this is no different from destroying it directly by himself and then notifying Dumbledore.
"Can you destroy it? I do have Fiendfyre, but it's hard to control, and it's black magic... I don't want to use it." He shook the Horcrux in his hand solemnly to Constantine.
"Black magic and white magic are just names given by humans - there is no right or wrong magic, it depends on who is using it." Constantine said disdainfully.
But Sirius persisted.
Constantine shook his head and put away the cigarette in his mouth, "Okay, the noble young master Blake doesn't bother to dye his hands. Throw it on the ground, lest the little bat suspect that I have dropped the bag, and his eyes will stare at me. There's a hole coming out."
Sirius looked around the room, "Wait... burn them all, everything in this room."
"Are you sure, this is something from your home, do you want to keep some as a souvenir?" Constantine raised his eyebrows.
"Which one to keep? If any item here is released to the market, it will kill innocent Muggles." Sirius nodded seriously, with only determination in his eyes, without nostalgia, "The Black family needs a new look, as the sole heir, I should have the courage to sever history."
"That's fine, throw it into this pile of things." Constantine and the three retreated to the door together.
He set up a big magic circle on the roof, and was about to ignite it, when a wisp of smoke rose from the locket... A creepy and cold voice sounded——
"John Constantine..."
The windbreaker magician finally lit a cigarette for himself, and listened to the insult, irony, and revelation of the locket smoke with squinted eyes, almost enjoying it.
"It's over? I'm selfish and evil. My heart is dark. I'm still a fragile little boy." He sneered, "Come on, you This is a cliché, even the psychiatrists donated by prisons are not as good as them.”
After his simple incantation, the fire quickly rushed to the roof, and was enclosed within a limited range by the magic circle. The items preserved by the Black family for hundreds of years were burning in this fierce fire, and Sirius was shining in the fire. He even showed a bright and satisfied smile.
"I should leave that Boggart to Zha, she's always wanted to have one for fun—put it on her magic show, and make some harmless jokes with the audience." Sirius felt a little regretful said with emotion.
"I'm still here, old man," said Constantine coldly.
"How long has it been since you two broke up, you should move on, man," Sirius tilted his head and smirked, "She's not yours, and you'll only make you look weird if you keep pestering her."
Harry and Damian glanced at each other and quietly moved a few steps outside the door. They probably knew something they shouldn't know...
The adult world is too complicated.
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*The drowsy music box, and the biting snuffbox, Boggart, both appeared in Harley 5, and the male Harper met when they were cleaning up Black's old house together.
Xiao Zha, Zatanna's nickname