How To Get The Unforgivable Curses In Hogwarts Legacy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Scrawled in frantic strokes, underlined three times: > "ONLY THROUGH SACRED SACRIFICE... SHALL THE SOUL BE FREED." --- Sacrifice. I read it again. And again. My stomach turned. For weeks we had tried to reverse the curse—through mirrors, blood sigils, forbidden songs. But none of it worked. Because we’d been trying to undo the spell. Not complete it. I turned the page over—searching for a name, an instruction, a loophole. Something. Anything. But there was nothing else.

The Witch Guardian raised a hand to calm him. “Alex, please. This isn’t something that can be undone easily. Curses tied to unborn children are among the most dangerous and complex. We’ll need time to research, to find a way to undo it”. Alex’s jaw tightened, and he turned to look at Evelyn, her fragile form lying motionless on the bed. His heart shattered at the sight. “We don’t have time,” He said firmly, his voice filled with desperation. “Find a way. There has to be something we can do” Veronica stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Alex’s shoulder.

“We have had enemies before, but no way has anyone ever come up with such a sinister way to warn us.” “Is there any way to trace who did this?” I asked. “Nope. Magic is barely ever traceable. There is no way to tell,” Sabrina replied. “So now what?” Eli finally spoke. “Now, we prepare,” dad hissed. “Prepare for what? We don’t even know what’s coming. If anything, it could be a cryptic joke,” Logan said. “No, not a joke. Forbidden Curses aren’t something to play around with. This is very deliberate,” Sabrina said.

“I came with an easier way out for you.” My grip on the broom tightened. “What way out?” “I’m a creature of magic. I can break the curse you carry,” she said. “Permanently, nut there’s a price.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’ll forget him. Zevarion. Every moment, every kiss, every memory, you’ll lose them all.” The floor might as well have crumbled beneath me. “What?” I breathed, barely able to get the word out. “When you’re ready, pick three spider lilies from the garden, drop them into the waterfall behind the western ridge. I’ll come to you then.”

But now, with the relic gone and my hold on the battlefield slipping, it was my only option. I pressed my hand against the nearest surface—a jagged column still humming with residual energy—and closed my eyes, summoning the ancient spell. The curse’s words were etched into my mind, a dark gift bestowed upon me by the very essence of the relic before Aria had shattered it. It wasn’t just a spell—it was a promise of annihilation, a tear in the delicate balance that bound werewolves to their humanity. --- The magic burned as it seeped into my veins, consuming the last vestiges of my restraint. My power rippled outward, feeding on my anger and pain, and I let it. Aria thought she had broken me,

He opened the pages of the book and started searching for something. “I mean…not to brag, but…the tub?” I giggled. “Great,” he held my hand and checked on the wolf mark. “Which means you can perform the forbidden death spell of Archaides.” I pulled away sharply, my smile now completely vanished, “You want me to try the forbidden spell? On you?” my voice crackled. He nodded. Edric nodded once, unwavering, and murmured, “If it kills me, then maybe the curse dies with me. If it doesn’t, maybe we learn something we never knew.”

Scrolls glowed faintly under runic wards; the air trembled with restrained force. Lucifer motioned for him to continue. “What else?” “Greed said the curse reacts to pure Chaos,” Caius replied. “She didn’t understand why, only that when her mark touched untainted chaos energy, it weakened." Allistair stilled. “My energy.” Caius nodded. “If you channel it precisely enough to cleanse, not consume, you might unravel the sigils one by one.” Lucifer's jaw set. "And if it backfires?"

“No. You have to reverse it.” “I cannot, our next ten generations will not see magic, it would turn into Myth. I Curse that we will continue to protect ourselves with Magic, the ones that would leave us lifeless but will not be used for anything else. I curse that you and every of our male descendants who seats on this throne after you will died of a sword through the stomach unless he loves truly and is unable to hurt his queen. I curse that the position will be a burden and one full of thorns of family who will try to betray the ruler. Until the foreigner arrives.” Trisha coughs out, the king was frozen, watching his wife and his beloved curse something which they had built with their hand

I mutter through clenched teeth. Elora’s head tilts slightly, violet eyes narrowing. Her demeanor shifts, a subtle change that I barely detect in time. “To break the curse, you must do more than complete tasks and collect…objects.” “What do you want?” I snap, repeating myself. “Dearest Ezra,” Elora’s fingers skim along my jawline, nails scratching at the scruff. “It’s simple, really. You must get the princess to fall in love with you—truly and deeply in love.”