In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Sir Stoker was silent, unable to say anything.

Jon's question was like a sharp spear piercing the depths of his soul.

He knew very well that what Jon said was right. His morals and concepts made him feel ashamed of his current choices.

But thoughts like shame and embarrassment cannot change any current situation.

"The contract about the blood-cursed orcs is actually a restriction in nature."

Jon was floating above the tower, holding the old parchment in his hand, looking down at the master and servant who were slumped on the ground.

"The Dark Lord found you and signed his real name on this contract. It means that there is another soul in his body that does not belong to him. He is haunting him and seizing his body. He needs your ancestor. His research helped him balance the two souls in his body."

"What I want to know is very simple. Sir Stoker, when you made the contract, you must have understood the two souls that were separated in his body. The one who occupies the dominant position in the body of the Dark Lord Who is it? Who is that differentiated soul?”

Sir Stoker's face was full of struggle, his eyes were bloodshot, and his messy white hair was flying in the wind.

He misjudged Jon's ability. This kind of flying in the air and the ability to erase magic have never been circulated in any spell books. According to his idea, if Jon had the ability to subdue him from the beginning, then Why bother working with him these days to overcome the secrets on that stone slab?

However, everything is irreversible now. The contract is in Jon's hands, and he has no chance to take it back.

As for the memories in his mind, Sir Stoker did not lie. These memories that were stored separately were extremely strictly protected by that man.

Whether it was Legilimency or Jon feeding him Veritaserum, there was no way to get any information related to this memory.

He sat on the ground dejectedly, with nothing but deathly gray on his face.

"Can you guys...defeat him?"

Jon saw his wavering. He knew very clearly that Sir Stoker was by no means the kind of hopeless bad guy. Instead, he was very pure, otherwise he would not have said so much to him sincerely.

"Until the end, I don't know if we can beat him."

Jon didn't lie or be perfunctory, he said it seriously.

"But it's just because this matter is unknown that it's worth doing, isn't it?"

Sir Stoker seemed to have made up his mind, and he let out a long breath.

"There aren't many things I can tell you, because even when I made the contract, I knew very little. I might have known those things before, but this part of my memory has been erased forever. .”

"You are right. That man did not use my ancestor's research to separate the souls of humans and beasts, but the souls between humans. But the souls he separated were actually his own."

Jon frowned and repeated Sir Stoker's last words.

"he himself?"

"I can conclude that even if the distinction is made, the two souls are definitely the same person, but they have different thoughts, and the consciousness that found me and made me make this contract is the consciousness that always takes the initiative. "

Ser Stoker looked at Jon.

"This contract does not allow him to sit back and relax. It can only be used as a temporary means. My ancestor has not been able to truly solve the curse of the blood-cursed orcs. The contract he created can only distinguish the souls of humans and beasts. Extend the time for contract signers to fully transform into beasts so that they can live beyond the age of 30. He is also aware of this, so he must be looking for other means to completely solve this hidden danger in his body."

"If you want to do something, destroy this contract, which will allow the originally separated souls to come into contact again. They themselves are naturally opposed, because every consciousness wants to gain control of the body. This will cause him big trouble."

"at last……"

When he said this, the paleness on his face and the decadence in his eyes had faded away. Sir Stoker's expression calmed down, and he stood up with the help of Rabil.

"The last piece of advice I give you as a friend, Jon Green, is that you'd better leave here immediately, take your classmates with you, and leave immediately. The control of the contract in your hand is not in my hands, it is independent , and the man above must have left something behind that I don’t know, he doesn’t trust me or anyone.”

Jon didn't have time to think about the information about the contract that came out of his mouth, but his face suddenly turned ugly, and he stared into Sir Stoker's eyes.

"Neville and the others didn't leave from here?"

"After that man came here, this tower was only nominally under my control, but in fact, I don't know how many things he left here. No one knows, but I am sure that there After the secrets on the stone slab are revealed, the preparations he left behind will come into play, and you don’t have much time now.”

Jon gave Sir Stoker a deep look. He put away the parchment and without any delay, turned around and flew into the tower.

He put the wand against his throat and used the amplifying spell. Instead of taking the stairs that seemed to be in a state of chaos, he flew down floor by floor.

Every time he passed a floor, he shouted the names of Neville and the others, but he never gained anything in front of them.

Just when he had flown to the 20th floor, the tower suddenly began to shake!

The trembling feeling obviously came from under the tower, and the movement became louder and louder, making the entire tower begin to shake!

Jon's heart suddenly became extremely anxious.

He seemed to have guessed what might happen next, and shouted in an almost roaring voice while still going down.

"Neville!!!"

"Here! We are here!"

Finally, Jon heard the response. In front of the door on the 15th floor, three sheep ran out of a doorless room. The transformation spells on the three sheep were failing and they turned back into Neville, Ron and Lee. The humanoids were shouting at Jon in response, and behind them were a large group of black cats chasing after them!

After seeing their situation, Jon waved his wand.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The spell took effect instantly, and most of the black cats were suspended in mid-air. They swayed their limbs subconsciously, but they could only float in mid-air as if they were weightless.