aircannonsinc Chapter 169 The Dark Lord’s Password
Chapter 169 The Dark Lord’s Password
The Dark Mark was out, and Tom didn't believe it if the Dark Lord didn't arrange something here.
Nowadays, it is impossible to lurk in secretly. While calming down the rampaging magic power, Tom is sorting through the transmitted memory fragments and weighing whether to completely attack by force.
I think so, the knowledge in the magical world is so precious! After leaving Hogwarts, if the Dark Lord was unwilling to teach something, he would have no way to acquire magical knowledge. Even the books in the Hogwarts library are mostly modern magic books, or copied and rewritten magic books for teenagers to read. After all, paper books were only invented a few years ago. The truly ancient and precious bone books, wax books, clay books, palm leaf books, bark books...even human skin tattoos, knot books, stone carving imprints, etc. that require special reading methods, Hogwart This kind of public basic education institution is not included at all. Not to mention those "human books" that are only passed down orally from generation to generation in magic families. Within normal channels, outsiders don't even have to think about it.
Now the inheritance of the Gunter family is in front of us...
That’s all, if God doesn’t give it, you must suffer the consequences! Anyway, the Dark Mark has been provoked, so it is better to hope that the Dark Lord is very confident in his arrangement and will not come back to check. If the Dark Lord was really alerted and came in person...he would immediately ride a sheep to the nearest town, buy a bus ticket overnight, and then change to a plane to escape abroad.
Tom was heartbroken, warned the mist people not to make too much noise, and let them nibble on it. And under the protection of Phoenix Fire, he happily began to concentrate on sorting out the memory fragments in his mind.
As a branch of the Slytherin family, the Gaunt family has always adhered to tradition. Even their own conversations are in snake language. If what he received was not a soul fragment but a pure memory fragment, then Tom would have gone to the treasure mountain and returned empty-handed. .
Fortunately not.
He calmed down, and his main thoughts turned into a hurricane, wrapping up the cleaned up and fragmented memories, and kept experiencing them. It felt like he was falling into an abyss, and countless people were chattering in his ears at the same time using enigmatic languages. Talking nonsense. As the endless trickle of knowledge is continuously poured into the mind, the feeling of dizziness is also rising layer by layer. This is due to the continuous consumption of mental power.
When he realized that more than half of his mental energy was consumed, Tom stopped cautiously. If he consumes too much mental power, firstly, he is worried that his magic power will be out of control again, and secondly, his adventure activities have not yet entered into the main point, so he must reserve some resistance power for the unknown situation in the cabin.
He opened his eyes. The mist was still tearing away the marks of the dead souls with great enthusiasm, but it was obviously slower. The darkness in the bushes was still so thick that he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only detect a little bit in his spiritual sense. A little lighter.
Although the mist's attack methods are relatively primitive without Tom's guidance, fortunately, the main attack range of the ancient trees is still in the small internal space. It is beyond the reach of Tom who is not close at all after being knocked aside. The mist doesn't seem to have any particularly good attack methods. The two sides are just killing each other.
It seems this is still a big project. 7K妏揩
Tom was a little worried, but also a little happy that this living library was still very durable. It was boring to wait around, so he cleared his throat and tried to speak to himself in the snake language he had just learned: "...Mud Howl?"
The pronunciation was strange, the tongue rolled up uncomfortably, and there was a strange feeling in the throat. Just like how he had trouble learning a few words of snake language from Harry before. But if it was because Harry couldn't understand it before and couldn't tell the difference between English and Parseltongue, then how could direct soul fragment immersive experiential learning still be so unsmooth now?
Tom touched his throat, wondering if those wizards who could speak foreign languages had actually made some physical modifications to themselves.
He cleared his throat, this time injecting weak magic into his throat and mouth: "Are you... okay?"
He knows it!
Tom thought triumphantly that he just needed a little pronunciation skills.
As soon as I felt happy, vague thoughts of grievance and confusion came from the mist. He looked up and found that the grove had actually retracted its waving branches, and the howling souls had disappeared into the depths of the woods, leaving behind a gray-white mist wandering around outside the woods.
Ok?
Is this a new way to lure the enemy deeper?
Tom lowered his head and glanced at Fox. Fox looked into the woods with his dark eyes in high spirits. It seemed that he didn't even understand what was going on.
He picked up a ball of phoenix flames in his hand and carefully took two steps towards the woods, ready to throw a fireball as a signal if the situation went badly. Then the mist and flames swarmed up and beat it!
The woods stood motionless and silent.
And this time the darkness in the woods receded a little, and even standing outside, you could see the looming cabin deep in the woods.
Tom thought for a while and stretched the hand covered with phoenix fire into the forest. In an instant, the branches of the ancient tree began to twitch rustlingly again, and the dark power surged unhappily deep in the forest.
Well, it seems that it was not suppressed by Phoenix.
Tom drew back his hand, and the movement in the woods ceased. He changed his other hand, wrapped a piece of mist around his fingertips, and stretched into the woods - countless pale faces flashed past with malicious eyes on the tree trunks.
Oh, it’s not like the fog has completely wiped it away.
Tom cleared his throat reluctantly, injected weak magic into his throat again, and said, "Get out of the way."
A path silently opened up in the dark woods.
Tom: “…???”
Tom was depressed.
What kind of Dark Lord is this? The entire security system was set up so generously, and the ancestors didn't let it go. Is the final method of breaking the curse so trivial? ! Can I get in as long as I can speak Parseltongue? Dark Lord, please wake up! Yes, the Slytherin family all speaks Parseltongue, and Parseltongue is so famous that it is almost certified as exclusive to Slytherins, but have you really never thought that someone can learn a foreign language? ! Or don't you think about someone who can solve the problem by recording? !
What is the difference between this and setting the bank card password to 123456?
There is no sense of achievement in successfully decrypting the code.
Although it is certainly not a bad thing to say that the enemy is stupid... but if the teacher is so stupid, how can a student's face be so glorious?
#What should I do if I suspect that the teacher has a problem with his IQ? Urgent, wait online#
Tom rubbed his face, asked Fox to put away the flames, then put away the mist beside him, and walked into the woods with a straight face.
This time, apart from the strong feeling of being spied on, there was no weird movement at all in the woods. Tom walked straight to the hut, looked at the dried dead snake nailed outside the door, and to be cautious, he said in snake language: "Open."
The dead snake that was swaying slightly in the wind suddenly twitched and spit out a puff of black smoke. The black smoke instantly flooded the entire door. With some strange sounds like the rotation of gears, the door was opened.