Capítulo 160: Chapter 78.3 The Game (Part 2)

There are still hanging clan curses. All in all, it's possible to live, as the Weasleys show. They are the first version of traitors — it feels like they are cut off from the subtle plans, which radically deprives them of any hope of mastering subtle and complex arts like Blood Magic or Prophecy. And yet they can live with it, and live quite well.

The second option-breaking the laws of the world-is much more terrifying. In fact, breaking the laws is quite possible, and if you are punished, there are always ways to purify yourself. Magic is not some super-essence, supreme deity or spirit, magic has no mind, it is the energy of embodied desire, the will of something higher, perhaps a demiurge, or someone or something else.

The laws of magic, as one Greek wrote, can vary greatly from world to world, and are usually a kind of natural test for the gifted: if you have figured out how to safely bypass the restrictions — go to a new level of development, if not — at least you will be killed, and the rest will survive.

The laws of the world act as a safeguard against outright suicides, lunatics, and idiots, like a plug in an electric meter. After all, there is always a way to bypass the restriction, for example by using a screwdriver instead of a plug. However, this mechanism is not primitive either, and some parts of it are EXTREMELY difficult to get around, and people often get burned — intentionally or not.

Here, for example, the Traitor's Seal of Blood Magic is a judgment call. To get such an extravagant piece of jewelry, you have to be a psychopath and sacrifice thousands of lives and souls to break through to the Inferno or some chaotic world. Demonology — does not carry the user seal, because demons come into the world and stay in it, observing the laws.

The breach opens the "Green Corridor" and any creature can do what it wants with the one who replaces its soul.

Muggle friendship, eh? Laugh it up! This is me, my other self, and our schizophrenia, which is another self.

When we were finally free, we walked at a leisurely pace. People were making noise, rejoicing and mourning, celebrating and mourning. The sisters walked just behind the parents and foreigners, talking about distracting topics. I was at the back of our column, watching the neighborhood and thinking about my own.

Today's winnings had made me very rich, plus the fact that the goblins had accepted the bet, which for those in the know was a sign that I wasn't a prophet, and the winnings were pure luck, since it would have cost much more to bribe everyone than I'd won. All in all, I don't expect any problems on that front. Apart from that, everything else is going well.

The puppet, as far as I can see, will be ready in a week and a half or two weeks. The French orders are five months ahead. The training is going well. The protective artifact is in its final stages — Angela is double-checking the rune chains and when she's done, the design can be put into practice. Yesterday Pierre also introduced me to an English member of the local ministry from the education department. We agreed to meet in three days. I will talk to him and then I will decide in which country I will get a diploma.

When we reached the tent, Pierre and Appolin took the guests inside, followed by the girls, and I stayed outside in the wicker chair. I inhaled the night air with its different smells and stroked the stick that lay on my lap. My heart beat measuredly — there was nothing to worry about, I was ready for today's chaos, I just had to wait.

— Let's go inside, it's getting cold. — I heard Fleur's voice.

— Get Gabby, please. — I couldn't take my eyes off the stars, unusually bright tonight.

What I like about Fleur is her ability to recognize a joke. The girl disappeared inside without question, and in a few minutes the not-so-satisfied face of the youngest girl appeared outside, wrapped in a warm robe and holding a cup of hot chocolate. As the girls approached, I touched my surtoute where the bracelet was, thought commands, and four spiders appeared on my arm. The fifth, the brigadier, immediately hid in my clothes.

The puppets "stretched" and froze, only occasionally moving their chelicerae or pedipalps. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the girls' reactions, which amused me. While the others remained seated, one was ordered to sit in an open palm as a demonstration.

— Something bad is going to happen today and I want you to take these little ones with you. — I turned my head slightly toward the girls so they could see my face.

— What makes you think that 'something' is going to happen? — The eldest asked without taking her eyes off the spider. — Especially since we agreed to keep these things with us?

— A hunch. — I shrugged. — And the little ones are very clever, they can hide in clothes so that you cannot guess. For example, hanging on the belt. But at the right moment they can play a decisive role.

— You didn't answer my second question. — Fleur murmured, hypnotizing the spider with her gaze.

— You're right, I didn't. — I nod, admitting my guilt. — They are not living creatures in the usual sense, their mind is at the level of a six or seven year old child. They have no animal instincts and are completely under my control.

— Golems? — The older one looked wide-eyed, and the younger one's look turned to interest.

— Something like that — they're conditionally alive, which allows for a much improved intelligence, away from a primitive set of programs. My spider bugs can make their own decisions within the confines of the task at hand.

— That is the title of Master of Artifacting...'' — The girl exhaled.

I just shrugged my shoulders — I can't explain that I don't have much knowledge in this area and I'm at the level of an apprentice? By the way, there is a simple silver ring of rank — it is made by my own hand as a kind of test at the entrance.

Gabby was the first to approach, reaching for the spider in my palm and gently touching it. The doll showed almost no reaction.

— May I? — The girl looked into my eyes.

A nod, a commanding thought, and the spider moved leisurely to the girl's hand. By the way, the weight of the spider came out a little more than two hundred and fifty grams, when "satiated" pull up to three hundred. Having felt the girl's palm, the spider raised its head-chest to look at Gabby (yes, they distinguish faces perfectly), little Veila looked at the spider with no less interest, and Fleur's wand appeared in her hand as if by magic.

In general, the acquaintance of people and magic dolls, which had already become something more than originally conceived, went well. Fleur arranged the spiders on her belt at her sides, but in such a way that the dolls could see within the confines of the open cloak.

Gabby has one spider on her belt buckle and the other on her upper arm, looking out at her collar. A brief explanation of what these "golems"(?) could do, how to control them, and then the girls went inside, the younger one wanting to play with the new toy and barely holding back.

I kept looking at the stars and listening to the noise of the fan camp. By the way, as Pierre explained, the very confusing Portal-key movement scheme had already started to send some of the guests, but a hundred thousand is a hundred thousand.