And on the thick, dense wooden board beneath the leather cushion, there were already dried bloodstains.
Nagini was on it now. She wasn't tied up, but she didn't dare to make any rash moves.
It wasn't because Howl had done anything to her, but because her tongue detected the terrifying aura emanating from the dried bloodstains.
Aberforth looked at Nagini being so docile, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. He had to admit, Nagini's place in his heart was... his daughter-in-law!
Dumbledore was a bit surprised, but then he thought… it seemed normal. He then put Fawkes down, and saw it, dragging its brilliant tail feathers, fly directly towards the fireplace.
Lucifer's fiery body peeked out of the fireplace, waving his hand joyfully, and brought Fawkes into the fireplace.
An unusually spacious fireplace, which Lucifer had specifically requested to be widened yesterday.
Dumbledore walked into the room, looking around in surprise, and indeed found many books about the Dark Arts. He then looked at Harry, who was brewing Energy Potion in the kitchen.
"Are you sure this won't cause any accidents?"
"Perhaps. Of course, I'm quite confident in this area. He was also present when I attempted Animagus before, and he understands all the procedures," Howl said indifferently.
Just then, Harry brought out three cups of Energy Potion. Aberforth took one, and a very strange feeling filled his heart.
Having Mr. savior serve him tea…
"Professor, I won't," Harry said, shaking his head.
"Perhaps you don't know yet, but on my first day here, I touched a grimoire made of human skin. That left a deep impression on me."
"This…" Dumbledore looked at Howl, but only saw the other person smile indifferently.
Dumbledore suddenly wondered if Howl, with such a personality, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, would truly turn Hogwarts upside down.
He shook his head, driving away these thoughts, then looked at Nagini: "I think I should examine her."
Aberforth wisely chose to step back two paces, quiet as a wooden dummy.
Dumbledore's so-called examination was clearly on the memory level, extracting clues by digging into the other party's memories.
About half an hour later, he slowly averted his gaze, shaking his head with a solemn expression.
"In her surface memories, for decades, there has been no trace of her being human."
Howl nodded, an expected answer.
Then, in front of them, a glowing blue Wizards Hand appeared, transforming into various shapes, demonstrating the situation he had explored in Nagini's soul a few days ago.
"Within the soul, there might still be some fragments of her human self. My current idea is to completely destroy and annihilate her beast soul.
Then, using those blank spiritual essences, forcibly create a human soul shell, and collect and merge those scattered human fragments."
Howl's idea was very simple: directly destroy the cursed soul belonging to the blood Curse within the soul, then reshape her human thoughts like kneading clay.
"Wouldn't that be too risky?" Aberforth asked, somewhat uncertain. He could only understand half of it, but Howl's wording made him feel how decisive and violent this entire process was.
"I said from the beginning, she might already be truly dead. Our current actions are like treating a dead horse as if it's alive. The only option is to gamble," Howl said mercilessly.
If he hadn't agreed to this matter, then perhaps allowing Aberforth to harbor unrealistic fantasies at this time might have been the correct choice, after all, he was too old, and couldn't fantasize for many years.
But now that Howl had agreed to this matter, he couldn't possibly deceive the other party with lies.
This was a kind of respect.
"Alright." Aberforth nodded, he could only choose to believe.
Dumbledore, however, offered a different perspective at this point.
"I think we can use…" As he spoke, he looked at Harry uncertainly, seemingly with reservations.
"Professor, do you mean to use Dark Arts? Or something related to Parseltongue?!" Harry asked, confused.
He could only think of these two answers, otherwise, there was no reason for Dumbledore to suddenly look at him.
Harry was very clear about his role; he was just a helper. But he didn't resist; being able to assist in such profound research was an opportunity many people couldn't even dream of, and he might learn a lot.
And Harry's perceptiveness clearly exceeded Dumbledore's expectations. After nodding in sudden realization, he straightforwardly said, "We can use the Imperio."
"Imperio?!" Howl looked at Dumbledore in confusion: "Imperio, you want to control her human thoughts?"
Harry looked at Dumbledore with a cold sweat. Although… he felt that Dark Arts was within acceptable limits, after all, Uncle Howl also researched Dark Arts, but…
Imperio, from the perspective of Wizarding World law, was a Curse that could send you to Azkaban just for using it…
Is this something that can be said?!
"To be precise, it's guidance," Dumbledore said slowly.
"Just as those with strong minds can resist the Imperio to a certain extent, correspondingly, as long as one can control the intensity of the Imperio to interfere with her thoughts, it can be used as a catalyst, attempting to draw out those residual human souls."
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