Chapter 226 Blood Wine (Ch 226)

“Lamb, undefiled, lift up your right hand.”

In his daze, Harry heard a peaceful voice. He raised his right hand for some reason. The next moment, a sharp pain in his wrist made him want to scream subconsciously. However, the sound was forcibly suppressed by another more strange magic at his throat.

There was another hymn-like song, but I couldn’t make out the specific lyrics…

……………………..

“What’s going on…” Harry sat up from a cold stone slab with a grin, and subconsciously rubbed the back of his head with his right hand, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something hard on his wrist.

He quickly looked at his wrist and saw a small silver-white crack there. Just as he was wondering, the magic wand suddenly jumped out from his wrist.

“Fuck you!” Harry cursed in panic.

Although I didn’t know why my wand was stuffed into my wrist, I didn’t know how it was done. There was a small red strip at the end of the wand connecting to my wrist, so it didn’t hurt.

But now is not the time to think about those trivial things. The best news is that the wand is still in his hand. He looked up and saw a stone house, a stone bed, an old wooden table that needed pads for the legs, and a chair with half of its armrest missing.

A door that looks shabby and that looks like it could be kicked open.

But that would be too loud, so Harry chose a more secretive approach.

“Arah…” He was halfway through reciting the spell when he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his wrist, causing him to subconsciously retract his hand, and as a result, his wand accidentally touched the wooden door.

The next moment the wooden door creaked open.

“Hiss… Now I know why they are not afraid that I will run away.” Harry looked down at his wrist. His wand had already gone back into the silver gap. The severe pain just now seemed like an illusion.

After flexing his wrist, he tiptoed through the door and walked out. Then he saw a man in a black robe reading a book at the door.

When the man heard the voice, he looked up at Harry, gave him an objectively quite kind smile, and continued reading the book in his hand.

“…You won’t catch me?” Harry asked this cerebral palsy question as if his left and right brain were fighting each other.

“Keep going straight.” The man looked up at Harry strangely and pointed in the direction ahead in fairly standard English.

“….Um…Thank you.” Harry nodded awkwardly. Right now the situation was stronger than him, and because of the severe pain from casting the spell, he probably couldn’t use magic, unless the wand on his wrist automatically turned into a hidden blade and hit this person in the neck.

I must learn Transfiguration well when I get out, Harry muttered to himself as he walked forward.

He passed many ordinary stone houses along the way, until he reached the end, he saw a stone house that looked bigger than the other houses, and there were bursts of noise coming from inside…

In addition, you also need to learn French.

This was Harry’s second thought. He was now standing in front of the stone house. He was thinking about whether he should go in or turn around and run. However, he immediately abandoned the second idea. This was a forest and he couldn’t use magic now. He might be caught before he could run more than a hundred meters.

“Aren’t you going to come in, kid?” An old voice came from inside the house.

“Now we have to go in…” Harry sighed and walked into the house.

“What do you think magic is?” An old man wearing a maroon coarse cloth robe sat on the ground in an unpresentable manner.

“What…innate talent?” Harry was stunned for a moment and answered casually.

“Almost, but can fate be so selfless? Give you such powerful power for no reason?” The old man twisted his neck and said.

“Oh…you…you know the answer?”

“I don’t know. I just think that since God has given us this power beyond ordinary people, do we also need to bear the corresponding responsibilities?” the old man asked.

“Oh…what responsibility?” Harry scratched the back of his head subconsciously.

“A lot. Protecting Muggles, preserving nature, being self-disciplined and polite, repaying kindness, and believing in God.”

“…including kidnapping children?” Harry asked a pointed question.

“God will forgive us because we are redeeming you.”

“Wow, the religious spirit of atonement… So putting my wand in my wrist is for my own good?” Harry knew that the situation was stronger than he was, but he just wanted to talk trash, even if it meant getting beaten to death.

“Magic is a gift from God. So we naturally cannot use magic indiscriminately. Using magic for personal convenience, gaining benefits, unreasonably harming the weak, and using magic without believing in the true owner of magic are all not allowed.” The old man explained.

“Um… It sounds like you are a sect that believes in God… Excuse me, could you be the Brotherhood Templar?” Harry asked tentatively.

“Oh, I thought they deleted us from the history books.” said the old man in surprise.

“Um…actually, they did.” Harry muttered softly.

“That means they are afraid.”

“Really? I mean, can you really beat them?” Harry looked at the old man’s arm sticking out from his sleeve, and clearly saw a silver mark on his wrist, so he asked again.

“Just a bunch of chickens and dogs.” The old man shook his head.

“You mean you used this thing to beat them into a pulp?” Harry showed his wrist. After all, he doubted whether this kind of painful spellcasting could really defeat those normal wizards.

“Of course.”

“……”

“Are you very skeptical?” The old man stretched out his hand, and an old-looking magic wand slipped out from his wrist, with a small flame coming out of it.

“Oh… my classmate can do this too.” Harry felt embarrassed for the old man in front of him.

“This is the difference in understanding.” The old man stood up and walked to the oak barrel in the corner of the room. He filled a glass of wine with a rusty goblet and placed it on a table.

Then blood strangely oozed from the tip of his wand, flowed into the wine glass, and merged with the wine.