Chapter 68 The Rose and the Snake 8
[Warning! High concentration of mind control drugs (love potions) detected in the host's drink! ]
【Emergency hedging mechanism activated! 】
[According to Article 3 of Chapter 7 of the 'Host Protection Ordinance': Any external agent that affects the host's mind or body will be forcibly transferred to the closest living being that has 'true love' for the host!]
The system elf's voice was cold and gloating.
[Scanning... Target locked: House-elf 'Dobby'! Target's 'True Love' for the host confirmed (Loyalty 100%). Transferring potion... Transfer successful! Wishing the elf a 'Happy Meal'!]
The system even played a piece of off-tune background music from "Love Business" in his mind as a joke.
Abraxas's fingers reaching for the wine glass paused imperceptibly, and a hint of understanding and... cold sarcasm flashed across the depths of his gray-blue eyes.
Stupid woman, she will always resort to such despicable means.
At the other end of the table, the house-elf Dobby, who had just put down the wine jug and was about to retreat to the corner, suddenly stiffened.
Its green eyes, as big as tennis balls, suddenly widened into a circle, as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets.
An indescribable, volcanic, hot current, accompanied by a dizzyingly rich, sweet aroma of roses, musk, and cheap candies, suddenly and violently overwhelmed its brain without warning!
"Do... Doga?" Orian was startled by the elf's sudden stiffness and the strange gurgling sound, and raised his head weakly.
Next second!
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh——Master Clarisse!!!”
A roar sharp enough to pierce the eardrums, filled with fanaticism, obsession, and desperation, suddenly burst out from Dobby's tiny throat!
It was no longer the humble and cowardly elf, but like a ignited cannonball, it turned into a blurred afterimage at a speed beyond the physical limit and suddenly pounced on Clarice Black, who was still immersed in the fantasy of a successful plan across the dining table!
“Plop!”
"ah--!!!"
Exclamations, screams, and the harsh friction of chairs falling over instantly broke the illusion of silence at the dinner party!
Like a koala, Dobby used his thin but extremely strong arms to hold Clarisse tightly, who was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
Its huge, wrinkled green head rubbed frantically against Clarice's painted face, which was distorted with fear and anger!
"Master! Master Clarisse! You are ten thousand times more beautiful than Winky! Your golden hair is like sunshine! Your eyes are like the greenest toad! Dobby loves you! Dobby would die for you! Wash your feet! Eat all your stinky socks!"
Dobby screamed incoherent, sickly "love words" while trying to use his puckered lips to kiss Clarisse's screaming cheeks and neck.
"Get away! You disgusting monster! Let me go! Abu! Save me! Brother-in-law, save me!!!"
Clarice struggled desperately, her expensive royal blue dress was torn, her carefully groomed blonde hair was messed up, the delicate makeup on her face was smudged, tears and snot mixed with screams of fear, and she looked in a mess.
She tried to scratch Dobby with her nails, but the elf's skin was incredibly tough, and her resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Orion turned pale with fear and began to cough violently, almost unable to breathe.
Several equally frightened house-elves standing nearby huddled in the corner, trembling.
And the instigator, Abraxas, was still sitting in the main seat.
He slowly wiped the non-existent food residue from the corner of his mouth with a napkin, as if the absurd farce before him was just an insignificant comedy.
He didn't even glance at the two people rolling and screaming on the ground. His gray-blue eyes were calm. He just picked up the glass of "clean" mead in front of him and took a sip.
The golden wine slid into his throat, bringing a faint warmth, but it could not suppress the strange restlessness brought about by the newly integrated, cold dark magic fragments in his body.
He could feel that the trace of pure dark magic belonging to Voldemort that had flowed into his body last night was like a drop of water dropped into a frying pan, causing subtle changes in his broken magic circuits.
Like a greedy parasite, it absorbed the fragments of magic that escaped from his punishment, while also releasing cold energy to forcibly "repair" the cracks.
This process brings with it a tearing pain, but it also brings a kind of... morbid sense of power that gradually regains control?
His left hand, the one wrapped in gauze, had slightly warm fingertips, as if a tiny electric current was running under the skin.
“Crack.”
An extremely subtle cracking sound seemed to come from the depths of the soul, yet seemed to be right next to the ear.
Abraxas's fingers, holding the wine glass, paused imperceptibly. It wasn't an illusion.
A certain magic node in his body that was on the verge of collapse due to the pain was "welded" by the cold dark power and seemed to be... forcibly repaired?
Although the gap emitted an ominous black glow, like a burnt scar, it did temporarily block the gap that allowed magic power to leak out.
[Ding! An abnormality in the host's magic core repair process has been detected! Repair source: External dark magic (Source: Target).]
[Warning: This repair method has unknown risks and is addictive! Please evaluate carefully!]
[Hint: The capture target, 'Voldemort', has extreme mood swings! Killing intent +5%! Joy +15% (Reason: Watching a farce?)]
The system's cold notification tone carried a subtle solemnity.
Abraxas ignored it.
Risk? Addiction? Compared to the pain and punishment of the system, this risk is insignificant.
He needed strength and needed to recover, even if the source of this strength was poison.
At this moment, Clarisse, who was tightly entangled by Dobby and had her face covered with saliva, burst out with amazing strength in despair and anger. She suddenly pulled out a jeweled letter opener hidden in the secret pocket of her skirt (originally intended to be used to threaten Abraxas), and screamed and stabbed Dobby in the back!
"Go to hell! You filthy beast!"
The sharp tip of the knife flashed coldly in the candlelight!
Abraxas' gray-blue pupils suddenly contracted!
It wasn't out of concern for Dobby, but because he was instinctively calculating the chain reaction that this knife might trigger.
Clarisse's madness and loss of control, the casualties of the house-elves, and... more importantly, if Dobby is fatally injured, will the system's weird "damage transfer" rule be triggered again?
Could the target be... Voldemort again?
However, the expected sound of the sharp blade entering flesh did not occur.
At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to pierce Dobby's skin, a man named 'CC', who had been huddled in the corner like a statue,
An elderly house-elf who manages the wine cellar.
I don't know where he got the courage from, but he suddenly rushed forward and used his body to knock away Clarice's knife-wielding arm!
“Puff!”
The letter opener deviated from its target and stabbed CC's thin arm fiercely! Bright red blood gushed out instantly!
"CC!!!" The other elves screamed in horror.
And at the moment when CC was injured and bleeding and screaming in pain, in the depths of its turbid green eyes that were wide open with fear and pain, a very tiny, yet pure and without any impurities... scarlet light, like a lit charcoal fire, suddenly lit up!
The light flashed by so quickly that people thought it was the reflection of candlelight, but it carried a heart-pounding, cold and violent aura!
Abraxas' fingers holding the wine glass suddenly tightened!
The gray-blue eyes were fixed on the injured old elf CC who was curled up on the ground.
That red light just now... wasn't an illusion! That feeling... was exactly like the scarlet flash in Voldemort's eyes when he was furious in the study in Knockturn Alley!
Love potion... elven blood... crimson eyes... coincidence? Or... a sign of a more terrible contamination?
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