Char's gaze fell on the characteristic derived from ancient shadow magic: [Shadow Legion]. A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. "I see. It's different from the domineering Lightning Will.
The characteristics of the Shadow Will are mainly manifested in erosion and assimilation. Any life that falls into my shadow magic will be controlled by it and fight for me. Theoretically, as long as my shadow magic consumes enough lives, it can even be enough to create a legion of shadow creatures!"
He couldn't help but recall the scene he had witnessed when receiving his enlightenment of the magic. After the Titan who used shadow magic had cast the spell, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in shadow. He had seen it then. In the shadows, there seemed to be an extremely large army, and the aura exuded by each creature in it was horrifying. Now he thought about it. That should have been the life assimilated by the Titan using shadow magic. "If one day, my shadow magic can reach this level... no, not even one-tenth of it. In this day and age, that should be enough to be called invincible, right? Even wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort, faced with an endless stream of shadow troops and the erosion of the ubiquitous shadow magic, I'm afraid there would also be a risk of them falling"
A moment later, his mind came back from its reverie. He couldn't help but shake his head. Compared with the scene in his memory, the members of the Shadow Legion that he could now control consisted of only one obsidian gargoyle. To praise such a family background... he didn't know how much effort it would take yet. But right now, there were more important things to deal with. Immediately, his gaze grew fierce again. He looked at the obsidian gargoyle. "Who asked you to assassinate me?"
It didn't even hesitate at all. It uttered Borgin's name. Char was not surprised. "It's him indeed." The cold light in his eyes grew increasingly fierce. Although Borgin had targeted him several times in a row, it hadn't caused him any harm. He had even become a boy who gave away money. Not only had it allowed him to completely upgrade the level of the guardian tree seed to the epic level, but he had also used the gargoyle to obtain the Will of Shadow and master the essence of ancient shadow magic. But if someone else had come, faced with these strange and unpredictable means, they would have probably already disappeared from the face of the earth. If Borgin was left alive, there was no telling what tricks he might come up with in the future. And what if it was no longer directed at him, but started targeting the people around him? With Borgin's methods, it was really impossible to guard against. Since their conflict had reached this point, there had to be a conclusion.
The next moment, Char didn't need to say more. The obsidian gargoyle sank into the shadows again, taking him with it as it rushed towards Knockturn Alley.
At the same time, at Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley, ever since the gargoyle had been sent out, old Borgin had been leaning back in his recliner, patiently waiting for the result. In his opinion, as long as the gargoyle appeared, then there wouldn't be any surprises. After all, the strangeness of ancient shadow magic was hard for modern wizards to imagine. In the past, there had been notorious dark wizards who had wanted to get involved in his business. The result was still silent. They had been torn into pieces by the shadow on the ground. This time, there would definitely be no surprises. He just didn't know why, from just now until now, old Borgin had suddenly felt a shudder of fear in his heart.
And it was getting stronger. This made him squint his eyes. He tightened his grip on his wand. Faintly, it could be seen that there seemed to be a green light slowly appearing at the tip of the wand. It seemed as if it was about to launch a deadly spell at any time.Right at this moment, he sensed some movement behind him. He immediately displayed an agility that was completely inconsistent with his old body.
With a quick and clean turn and roll, a flash of green light flew out from the wand in his hand. "Avada Kedavra!" Borgin's expression was grim. Although using the Killing Curse and being discovered would cause considerable trouble, as long as he wasn't discovered, there wouldn't be any problem, right? A dazzling green light flashed, but a shadow passed by. It didn't hit any living thing. Then in the shadows, the obsidian gargoyle slowly emerged, its scarlet eyes looking at Borgin quietly.
He saw that the target of his curse was the gargoyle. He couldn't help but be surprised. His tense heartstrings relaxed. Am I too nervous? Now that the gargoyle has been dispatched, what else could be the problem? Fortunately, the gargoyle did not have the properties of ordinary life. The Killing Curse had no effect on it. Otherwise, if he had cast this death curse, he would have been really stupid. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards it. "Done? I will prepare a sacrifice for you right away—"But the next second, he then saw a shadow passing by as fast as a sword. That creepy feeling in his heart suddenly reached its peak.
He subconsciously leaped backwards on instinct, narrowly avoiding this attack. But he couldn't help but let out a scream. His hand holding the wand had been cut off by the shadow just now. The wand and the broken arm fell to the ground together. This made his face suddenly turn pale and blue. He looked at the gargoyle in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the thing he relied on would actually turn around and start attacking him. What is going on here? His forehead was covered in cold sweat. Staring at the gargoyle, he subconsciously stepped back, thinking about how to escape. Fortunately, he had held the gargoyle for so many years.
Although he himself had not mastered the ancient shadow magic, he was not as ignorant of it as other wizards, and he had been killed before he could even react. There should still be hope of getting a chance to escape. "Just let me get in through the inner door of the shop. There's my spare wand and magical items for combat. I've also set up a quick escape route inside. I can be teleported away with just one spell—"Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Until the next moment, he suddenly felt his feet slowly moving back towards a door in the shop. It was like sinking into a quagmire.
A strong stinging sensation came immediately. He turned his head and found that when his attention had all been focused on the gargoyle, silently, a vortex created by ancient shadow magic had appeared behind him. And his feet had also entered the vortex. His eyes widened. He didn't understand how all this had happened. He had been staring at the gargoyle and hadn't noticed anything unusual. This vortex of shadows... where did it come from? At this time, in the vortex, countless shadows transformed into countless arms, grabbed him, and dragged him into the darkness. He could only watch as the shadows filled his vision.
Until it was completely swallowed by them, he finally figured it out. "It's you! You also know ancient shadow magic?!" Immediately following, he began to plead. "You can't kill me. I'm a member of the Mosa Club. I'm collecting magical items for them. The delivery date is almost here. If you kill me, you'll get into big trouble—" But the words were not finished. He was completely dragged into the shadows. Under the erosion of the pervasive shadow magic, his vital signs quickly disappeared. Finally, he also became part of the shadow magic.
Until now, Char indeed sensed that there was one more unit under his control. Confirming Borgin was dead, he slowly emerged from the shadows. After all, he had had to deal with the black marketeers who had been entrenched in Knockturn Alley for so many years. It was better to be safe than sorry. Fortunately, this had been an unintentional plan. The process of killing Borgin had gone smoothly and without any setbacks. But thinking of what he had said before he died, he still showed a look of surprise. "Old Borgin is a member of the Mosa Club?" He was afraid no one in the British wizarding world knew this secret. Even Lucius, who often dealt with him, had never mentioned this matter. If Borgin hadn't said it, no one would have thought that a black marketeer from Knockturn Alley was actually a member of the Mosa Club, the organizer of the dueling tournament."Could it be that Borgin has been collecting all sorts of wizarding treasures in Knockturn Alley over the years? Actually, they are all collected for the Mosa Club.
Even the club needs him for regular deliveries? Could it be that there are people like Borgin in the wizarding world of every country? Doesn't that mean that most of the items on the black market eventually flow into the hands of the Mosa Club through various channels? No wonder they can hold such a grand duel tournament and every time they can bring out all kinds of rare treasures." There was a look of fear in his eyes. The power of the Mosa Club, just from the tip of the iceberg revealed, was probably hard to imagine. But he couldn't escape the confusion in his heart.
The Mosa Club did this, and what was it for? Just when he was confused, he suddenly seemed to remember something and patted his head gently. "How could I forget? The ancient shadow magic that I just acquired... Borgin has been corrupted by it and has become a member of the Shadow Legion. If there's anything, can't I just ask him directly?"Immediately, his mind moved. In the shadows, Borgin's figure emerged. He looked nothing but pale, his eyes a dark shadow. He seemed not much different from before, but his expression had become a lot duller. Obviously, his shadow magic was not able to preserve everything about Borgin's life so completely. But what he needed to know was just the part about the Mosa Club. "Tell me about them."Following his orders, Borgin immediately began to tell, in a dull tone, all about his encounters with them. According to him, he had been approached by the club because he had collected a rather rare item during a transaction several decades ago. He had also tried to resist at that time, but almost instantly, he had been subdued by the incredible magic of the members and had been nearly killed on the spot. However, the other party seemed to appreciate his business talent. They had just taken away the item and given him a chance to become an outer member and collect various items for them. At first, he had felt that he was being controlled and had been very unhappy. But later, when he saw what kind of rewards he could get by working for them, he had fully realized the terrifying nature of this force. He had started working for the club.
This obsidian gargoyle that he had on hand, he had earned it from them thanks to his own contributions. And this kind of creation with ancient magic could only be considered an ordinary thing in the Mosa Club. Compared with real treasures, it was far from being ranked.Even though he had now become a member of the Shadow Legion, when referring to something, his voice was accompanied by a tremor that went deep into his soul. "The Mosa Club... they even claim to possess the blood of a Titan." Char heard this, and his pupils also suddenly contracted. His expression became even more incredible. In this state, Borgin would not lie to him. Then the power of the club might be much larger and older than he had imagined. How could such a huge force be hidden in the magic world? Then, he took a deep breath. Borgin didn't know what the purpose of the club was. He was just a peripheral member and did not have access to many secrets.
At this moment, he no longer cared about it. It was obvious that behind them, there might be a top wizard as mysterious as Nicolas Flamel. This was not something that he could afford to provoke now. Fortunately, Borgin's threats before his death were not as exaggerated as he had claimed. The club basically ignored its peripheral members. In the past, except for delivery once every ten years, it would not contact them at other times. This time, another tournament would be held in three and a half years, so it would be three years before the official members came to receive the goods. Before that, he didn't have to worry about the Mosa Club. Figuring this out, the fear in his heart also subsided a lot. Three years was enough time for him to grow to an astonishing level. At that time, let's not talk about whether they would trace him back because of an external member. Even if they found out about him, he might not be weak either.Compared to this threat, which was still far away and illusory, at this moment, he was interested in another thing Borgin had mentioned. "You just said it, didn't you? Every ten years, members of the Mosa Club come to collect the goods. Every time, you submit a substandard product that barely meets the standards. And you secretly kept the real treasures for yourself. Where are those things?"Borgin said without hesitation, "They are all stored in Vault 23 under Gringotts. Entry into the vault requires my personal presence, and there's a code that shuffles the order of the days since I was selected by the Mosa Club." Hearing him say this, there was also a look of amazement in Char's eyes. Ancient shadow magic, although far inferior to ancient weather magic in terms of pure lethality, for this purpose, its effectiveness was truly amazing. In a sense, it was probably much stronger than the Imperius Curse. At the same time, a strange look also passed across his face. Borgin's vault was numbered 23, which was considered one of the earliest. Then it should be not far from Bellatrix Lestrange's personal vault, number 13. An idea popped into his mind. "Hufflepuff's gold cup… it's in there."
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