“You know, I’ve never liked this castle,” said ine to Evan and Hermione.


    Her burgundy eyes slowly moved along the cliff to the terrifying bat statue with exposed fangs on the castle wall.


    “But this is your family’s castle…”


    “Yeah, but I haven’t lived here since my parents died,” said ine, her voice low. “Unlike Hogwarts, in my memory, there was never anyughter or joy here. The light was cold and dim. Everyone tried to make no noise no matter what they did, for fear of disturbing the terrible creature below.”


    Imagine this scene, in such an eerie building, lifeless silence was the main theme.


    Neither the owner of this castle nor whatever was sealed deep underground brought any sense of joy.


    Evan noticed that this vampire castle had no gates, roads, or ess from the outside.


    In other words, to reach here, besides flying, one could only use a Portkey like they did.


    Or, climb up along the bottomless cliff, using the ropedder dropped from above…“This castle has many legends, but none of them bring joy,” ine sighed softly. “My uncle has always told me that this is the responsibility of our family, a heavy burden. There is no way to escape but to bear it.”


    “After we deal with that terrible evil god, you won’t have to bear this responsibility anymore,” said Evan.


    “Well, I know!” said ine, looking at Evan and trying to force a smile.


    Evan smiled at her and Hermione, and then turned to look at Caresius, whose face was so gloomy that he almost blended in with the surrounding environment. He had an indescribable strange feeling.


    He had been thinking about this question. Unlike ordinary vampires, the power of the Slytherin family came from the blood of the evil god within them. If they really destroyed the evil god, what would happen to the vampires who would lose their source of power?


    Would it be liberation, or a deeper depravity?


    Undoubtedly, if they lost their source of magic power, they would be weak, their magic would lose its effect, their bodies would begin to age, and they would lose vitality…


    For vampires who once had great power, the pain of losing everything might drive them insane.


    Hopefully, this wouldn’t happen. Caresius might have considered this point, which was why he dispersed all the members of the n and didn’t allow them to return here. Not all vampires supported the idea of destroying the evil god.


    This responsibility and power was a curse to them, but it was also a blessing…


    “Oh, by the way, Hermione, do you want to see inside my room?” said ine, seemingly forgetting her earlier distress.


    Evan nced at the two of them again and quickened his pace to catch up with Caresius in front.


    “Thank you, Evan,” said Caresius, “for taking care of ine during this time.”


    “It’s nothing…” Evan felt that he should talk to him about what he had just been thinking about.


    In the previous n, they had put all their attention on the evil god and overlooked the vampires who served as guardians of the n.


    “Ever since her parents died, I have not wanted her toe back here. This cursed responsibility is too heavy for ine, she is only a child,” said Caresius. “The internal instability within the family has been ongoing. Many people have different ideas. You know how it is; strong power can make people get lost. Many in the n hope to cooperate with the terrible evil god. “ ?


    “Not everyone can resist the temptation of power.”


    “Indeed, if it weren’t for the inability to ess the core area of the seal, I believe we would have released the evil god long ago,” Caresius snorted disdainfully. “As for maintaining the seal, it’s merely the choice of the remaining weaklings!”


    Although he said so, in the absence of aplete solution, maintaining the status quo was indeed the best option.


    “Oh, by the way, Caresius, has the seal been unlocked?” Evan asked.


    “The seal on the core area has been unlocked. We can go in now. Dumbledore brought a strange boy,” said Caresius, frowning. “The boy is a descendant of Slytherin, apparently…”


    “Yeah , Fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle, Voldemort in his youth, I know,” Evan paused and continued to ask, “Now that you can go in, what did you see in the core area of ??the seal?”


    “A lot of things; the evil god, the records left by Slytherin, the secret of the source of our family’s power, and the way to destroy the evil god…” Caresius paused and continued, “There are also ways to be stronger and more depraved.”


    “Is there really theplete magic to be an evil god there?” said Evan hurriedly. “So, Voldemort knows about it?”


    “He probably does. Since he went in, there is no reason he would not know,” Caresius sighed. “Evan, only after I saw these things again did I realize what kind of mistake I had made, and how bad the consequences of this mistake are.”


    It was indeed very bad. Voldemort, who could be an evil god at any moment, meant his power would increase exponentially.


    As for doing so, it would lead to bing even more evil, perhaps transcending human abnormality, and evolving into a twisted shadowy monster.


    For Voldemort, who had split his soul seven times, these were not issues at all.


    “We shouldn’t worry too much for now. Dumbledore said that magic is difficult. ording to the current level of the Wizarding World, it is impossible to cast it. Moreover, he stillcks the necessary magic items…”


    Even so, but things were not safe enough to be reassuring.


    Voldemort also had the help of an evil god beside him, and he knew much more information than they did.


    In addition, Evan also remembered the prophecy made by Professor Trwney.


    There was a chosen person who would help Voldemort gain power beyond imagination. Perhaps this power was what would help him be an evil god. But who was that person?


    He even had a dreadful thought: Could it be him?


    Along the narrow corridor, the four of them shuttled through the silent castle. About ten minutester, they arrived at a spacious rotunda.


    Ancient portraits hang on the walls, forming a circle, all of them vampire ancestors.


    The hall had no windows; the chilly moonlight seeped in through the cracks at the top, casting dim light within the room, adding to the eerie atmosphere.


    Under each portrait, there was a ck coffin with a huge cross carved on it. Although vampires in the Wizarding World were not the same as vampires in Muggle legends, to a certain extent, they still had the same customs, such as sleeping in coffins…N?v(el)B\\jnn


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