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Chapter 335: Enemies don’t get together

Sirius lay on the experimental bed, struggling to digest everything Harry had said.

Although it’s hard to accept, humans are truly extraordinary in their ability to adapt.

It took Sirius a moment to sort everything out.

"Harry, I have to do a mental evaluation on you every day." Sirius perked up and looked at Harry seriously.

Although Harry's experience was so legendary that he almost suffered from "indigestion", as Harry's godfather, Sirius decided to unconditionally support his only remaining relative in the world.

"Okay, Uncle Black."

"Also, you still can't touch resurrection magic."

This time Harry just remained silent and didn't say anything.

Sirius felt a little headache and relieved. Harry's stubbornness was simply a combination of James and Lily.

"Okay." Sirius sighed, "I need to research the resurrection magic. You can't touch it until I make sure it works. How about that?"

"Okay, Uncle Black."

Sirius rubbed Harry's head vigorously, then jumped off the bed with great energy and shouted:
"Snape! Prepare the spell materials, and then I'll show you how a real wizard casts spells!"

Sirius finished speaking, turned back and winked at Harry, and said, "Harry, your godfather is much better at magic than this black bat."

"I'll have the house elves pack up the Black family's collection of books and send them over. You can use them to entertain yourself."

"Of course, if there are any questions you can ask me, although I think this is unlikely to happen."

"But..." Sirius raised his finger, as serious as a child making a pinky promise, "You must not go to Snape."

"Mr. Black." Snape appeared behind Sirius like a ghost, without anyone knowing when.

"I think it would be better to talk about this after you successfully release the resurrection magic."

"Making unfounded claims is not in line with the Black family motto of 'forever pure'."

Sirius snorted coldly and rolled up his sleeves slowly, "Then open your eyes and see the gap between you and me."

……

"Ouch——"

Sirius looked at the Death Eater he had resurrected with a serious expression.

It was covered with long black hair, had a wolf's head and a human body, and had brutal and unruly eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

When Sirius heard the familiar voice, he wanted to tear Snape's mouth apart.

"An unexpected level of magical prowess, Mr. Black." Snape clapped his hands lightly. "You have created another kind of werewolf."

"Shut up, you sharp-tongued pseudo-aristocrat."

Sirius's way of casting spells was different from Snape's. When he signed a resurrection contract with the dead, he did not transfer it to other Death Eaters.

Instead, choose to believe in the vitality of the resurrected body itself.

To put it simply, it means lending half of the vitality of a body that does not yet have a soul, pulling the soul out of the underworld and placing it into the body.

This method, which does not require any "external objects", not only causes the resurrected dead to have their lifespan reduced by half, but also has half of their original human wisdom and rationality destroyed.

As soon as these werewolves regain their strength, they will try to destroy the glass container that trapped them, and they are particularly hostile to the Death Eaters resurrected by Snape.

At the same time, those resurrected by Snape also pointed their spearheads at the werewolves, and even ignored Snape who was standing right in front of them.

Vampires and werewolves fighting each other, yes.

Russell stood beside Harry, looking at Sirius, whose figure had swelled up, and reminded him:

"Continuous use of resurrection magic will cause a certain chance of mutation or reversion."

“If they are not sure of their soul anchor in this world, they are likely to be occupied by something else.”

"I'll pay attention." Harry's face was serious. According to his perception, there were indeed vague shadows covering the bodies of Snape and Sirius.

"My understanding of the Force is reaching breaking point, Russell."

"Then I'll start my original plan, Harry." After saying that, Russell disappeared.

The next moment, Harry's eyes flashed with lightning, and the shadows above Sirius and Snape's heads were instantly torn apart by an invisible force.

Snape and Sirius, who were arguing, froze. They felt as if a heavy shackle had been lifted off their bodies, and they felt light and refreshed.

"Snape, did you hear that?" Sirius whispered, and quickly turned his back to Snape, his eyes constantly looking around. "Hmm." Snape held his wand, and stood back to back with Sirius, "It sounds a bit like the call of a curled-winged bat, but it seems to be in a different space from us."

"Mine sounds more like a wolf's howl." Sirius said, and his eyes suddenly locked on Harry standing aside, "Harry, take out your wand, there is danger here!"

"Uncle Black, Mr. Snape."

Harry's voice rang out. It was apparently very light, but it was like a waterfall falling from the top of a mountain, rumbling down towards Sirius and Snape.

They felt their souls leave their bodies and reach the starry sky, and all they could hear was Harry's voice.

"Uncle Black, Mr. Snape, are you okay?" Harry came to Sirius and Snape and asked with concern.

"I, I..." Sirius shook his head and realized that he had sat on the ground without knowing when.

My feet appeared double in my vision and I couldn't move my hands to support myself.

"Don't move, Black." Snape was not much better than Sirius. He was weaker and relied entirely on Sirius' back to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

However, his pupils were not as out of focus as Sirius's, and his enunciation was clearer.

"Harry, are you okay? What just happened? Did you see what we have?"

"Yes, yes...ha...ha." As Sirius spoke, saliva dripped unconsciously from the corners of his mouth, as if his language ability had regressed to that of infancy.

He couldn't even pronounce Harry's name properly.

Harry pulled out a porcelain bottle from his arms, with the Chinese characters "Requiem Pill" on it.

This is a pill that Russell made using the alchemy and potion technology of this world, which can nourish the soul.

Or is it too much of a stretch?
Harry sighed in his heart, poured the white pills in the porcelain bottle into his hand, and gently touched it with magic. The pills were integrated into the magic and then infused into Sirius and Snape's bodies.

Directly tearing apart those shadows of ancient emotions was too rough and almost caused damage to the souls they created.

But if they wait until they comprehend the Force before disassembling them, they will never be able to return to their original form.

"I'm fine. I didn't see anything just now. I just vaguely felt that the surroundings were filled with a cold atmosphere."

Harry hid from them the invisible shadow that had just been torn apart.

These things cannot be known by wizards other than him, otherwise they will be corrupted by them.

"Really? I'm glad you're okay." Snape breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his strength had recovered a lot.

"Hey, how long are you going to stay on me? The stinky smell of potion is almost making me faint!" Sirius spoke more fluently, and after making sure that Harry was really okay, he immediately started arguing with Snape.

"A dog's nose doesn't know how to appreciate. This is the scent of noble medicinal herbs. A potion-loving Muggle like you may not be able to create such a fragrance in your lifetime!"

"Aha! Snape, I just wasn't concentrating on potions before."

"That's good news. Otherwise, the reputation of Hogwarts would be tarnished by your poor potion skills."

Men's behavior is so strange. They are cooperating with each other one moment and becoming irreconcilable the next.

The two of them were spitting all over each other, so Harry had to quietly step aside and prepare for the next battle.

After Harry left, Sirius and Snape suddenly stopped in tacit understanding.

"I think it's the backlash of the resurrection magic, Snape."

"Absolutely. I think Harry must not touch this spell."

"Of course, or did I have the foresight to forbid Harry from doing these things as soon as I arrived?"

"Oh, isn't it because I was cautious? Apart from potions, I have never let Harry touch resurrection magic."

"If I had come earlier, there would be nothing for you, Snape."

"Then why didn't you come earlier? Don't you want to, busy Mr. Black?"

"Ah!! Do you want to fight?"

"Yes, I have tolerated you for a long time!"

Inside the glass dish, the werewolf and the humanoid Death Eater also roared at each other.

It's like cheering for the person who resurrected him.

At the same time, Quirrell, who had followed the members of the Order of the Phoenix to Snape, suddenly heard a hazy voice in his head:

"He's coming, Quirrell. Be ready."

(End of this chapter)