Chapter 168: Razer Jackson
The blood-red cocoon wrapped the baby inside, beating like a huge red heart, looking mysterious and weird.
With the beating of the cocoon, under the pentagram in the center of the altar, strands of golden-red flames spewed out, and strands of strands fell into the blood-colored cocoon.
The door rang, and the tall figure of Aberforth appeared in the room. The old man glanced at the two who fell to the ground and gradually lost his life, and remained silent.
For a long time, the big red cocoon in the center of the altar slowly shrank, and the flirtatious red gradually turned into a deep pitch black, and slowly sank into the child's body.
On the cold floor, the woman had completely lost her life. The man glanced at the child in the center of the altar with disappointment, and tears slowly overflowed from his eyes.
Iger felt sore in his heart, and silently tightened the invisibility cloak on his body, trying to restrain his breath.
Aberforth sighed softly, stepped forward and gently picked up the baby, his eyes fell on the man's face, and then he sighed again.
Seeing Aberforth take the boy away, the man seemed relieved and slowly closed his eyes.
After Aberforth left, the air in the room fluctuated, and Iger's figure appeared in the center of the altar.
With a slight hold of both hands, the couple's bodies floated up and gently placed in front of Iger.
Quietly looking at the faces of the two, Iger found that his face and eyebrows were very similar to those of men, but his face seemed to be more like a woman.
Their fingers twitched slightly, and a bunch of strange things flew out of their bodies.
A clatter sounded, and a stack of parchment appeared in front of Iger, slowly unfolding in mid-air.
The parchment was St. Mungo's medical certificate, and Iger couldn't understand the messy piece of it, and then a few blank sheets of paper floated over. Iger glanced at it, and it was a medical certificate issued by a Muggle hospital.
Blood cancer, also known as leukemia…
It was the terminal illness that had tormented Iger for nearly 20 years in his last life...
It seems that even the magic world has nothing to do with this kind of disease.
Name: Razer Jackson.
Age: 1 year old…
Iger looked at the diagnosis certificate in front of him, bit his lip silently, and then seemed to be gasping for breath as if he was deprived of oxygen.
A slightly heavy ancient book landed in front of Iger with a clatter, and a black pentagram was engraved on the cover of the ancient book.
DeVILTRacT
Devil's Contract...
Reaching out a hand, the ancient book fell into Iger's hands, and turned over two pages at random. Iger found that the book was full of ancient magic related to demons, but the most important point in the book was the transaction.
According to the book, everything about the essence of human life can be used as bargaining chips, emotions, or parts of the body, or even life...
A small red bookmark was inadvertently revealed on the side of the ancient book, and Iger opened it casually, which recorded a magic about life transformation. Through sacrifice, the target can be transformed into a powerful existence with demon power and body, but using The person must sacrifice his life, the more sacrifices, the higher the success rate...
He pursed his lips and stuffed the book of contract into the bag in his arms. Iger turned around with heavy steps and walked around the room.
This is a small house that looks warm and peaceful. Although it is not big, it can be seen that the decoration is very careful, but judging from the degree of ash, it has not been cleaned for a while.
On the wall of the back room is a huge tapestry embroidered with the family tree of the owner of the house.
Hughes Jackson, Kay Jackson.
Looking at the blue-toned ornaments around, Iger felt that both the couple should have graduated from Ravenclaw.
Looking at the top of the family tree, Iger also found people from the Black family...
Sure enough, the pure blood families in the magic world are really relatives...
Turning around and leaving the room with little interest, Iger stared at the corpses of the husband and wife for a while, and then sighed helplessly.
It's not that he doesn't want to go back to the time just now to save the two, but from his own memory, he appeared in this world after the two sacrificed, which means that the sacrifice of the two was actually a failure. , the soul of the child before this body died long before Iger arrived.
Perhaps it was because of the appearance of the demon's body that the child was unable to withstand this kind of power, or perhaps it was because of a demon's soul that he had inadvertently killed.
But no matter which outcome, Iger could not intervene.
With his hands lightly placed on the two of them, Iger's figure flashed and appeared beside the black lake at Hogwarts in a flash. The black lake in the middle of winter was pitch-black and surrounded by white snow.
Iger clapped his hands gently, and a big hole suddenly appeared on the ground. He made two large coffins and put the bodies of the two in it. Iger gently buried the coffin in the soil.
"It really amazes me, boy..."
A cheerful voice suddenly sounded in the dark night behind Iger. Iger turned his head sadly. In the dark night, a gray-bearded old man was looking at himself with interest.
"It's been years... no one has been able to Apparate at Hogwarts..."
Dumbledore looked at the strange boy in front of him with a smile in his eyes: "It looks like you don't even use a wand."
Igman looked at Dumbledore silently. He was really in no mood to chat with Dumbledore from ten years ago.
"Stunning and talented student..." Dumbledore looked at Iger and nodded slightly: "I'm very happy that Gryffindor has a character like you."
Iger: "..."
He wanted to ask how Dumbledore knew, but the next second he noticed the gold-red scarf around his neck...
"With your wisdom, you shouldn't have come out." Iger sighed slightly.
"Yeah, but I just can't help being proud." Dumbledore muttered happily, as if he knew exactly what Iger's words meant.
Iger: "..."
Sir, you are really beautiful...
Dumbledore stared at Iger: "I'm sorry, so... those two are...?"
"My parents." Iger pursed his lips.
"You failed to save them?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with sympathy.
"The situation is special..." Iger shook his head slightly.
Dumbledore nodded sadly and sighed softly: "I can understand..."
"They died to save me." Iger sighed faintly: "Although I have no feelings for them, why is my heart so congested..."
"Of course, child." Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "No one wants to owe a debt they can't pay..."
Iger pursed his lips, hummed a little stiffly, turned and disappeared in place.
Dumbledore quietly watched the direction where Iger disappeared, then shook his head slightly and whispered softly, "It's strange..."
Flashing back to London all the way, Iger's figure reappeared in the hut, and he set a ban on the hut, and Iger turned and left.
The black wings spread out, and Iger was flying in the sky like a free bird. In the distance, Iger saw Aberforth's Apparition, and the dim door of the orphanage, Mrs. Hull. Dotingly hugged his own figure in the swaddling clothes.
Seeing Mrs. Hull again, Iger's mood was very relieved. Seeing that Mrs. Hull returned to the room with her baby in her arms, Iger fluttered and fluttered onto a tall building.
Some people looked at the warm fluorescent light reflected on the glass of the orphanage. In the next second, a shrill scream cut through the night sky in the distance, accompanied by a faint wolf howling.
Iger raised his eyebrows, and a nameless evil fire rushed to his head.
Maybe it's because of the couple who died for themselves Maybe it's because of the old Mrs. Hull who cared for herself but is no longer alive.
In short, Iger is very bored now.
Not only boring, but also want to kill!
The black wings slowly opened, and then a sudden flap, Iger's figure appeared in the air several hundred meters away in an instant.
In the distance, a remote but unique small building appeared in Iger's field of vision. In the yard in front of the small building, a tall man was holding a shotgun and firing at the tall figure in front, guarding the one behind him. little girl.
The man's roaring and scolding sounded hysterical, and not far from the two, a woman fell silently to the ground.
"Stop!" Iger gritted his teeth, and then roared, his black wings snapped out, and the figure disappeared from the air with a snap.
However, the tall figure didn't seem to hear it, and rushed towards the man in front of him again. The next second, a hand suddenly stretched out from the void and grabbed the man's collar.