Chapter 183

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As soon as the mist passed, I didn't find myself back in my room, but on top of a hill.

Looking around I saw that there was also a big tree beside me on top of this hill, and looking closely at it I realized that it looked like the tree Marcel described in his childhood.

The same tree he spent his days sitting under its shade reading the books his mother gave him.

"It's beautiful here, right?" I heard a voice say behind me, and turning quickly I saw Marcel looking at the view with a calm smile on his face.

"Is that another memory?" I asked out loud.

"No, that's not another memory" Marcel replied, surprising me and causing me to quickly pull out my wand, pointing it at him defensively.

"What the fuck?" I asked, "Did you just answer me?"

"Hahaha, yes, I answered you" Marcel said, still with the same calm smile on his face.

"But... But how? You should be dead... Are you a Horcrux?" I asked, still on guard and a little agitated and confused.

"Oh, do you know about Horcruxes?" Marcel said a little surprised, which only added to my wariness and nervousness, and Marcel seems to have sensed that.

"Don't worry, I'm not a Horcrux," he said.

"That's what a Horcrux would say," I said, and he laughed.

"I may have done a lot of bad things in my life, but I'm not despicable enough to create a monstrosity that is a Horcrux... And besides, Immortality doesn't appeal to me" he said, but I scoffed at the part where he said he wasn't despicable enough to create a Horcrux.

"If you're not a Horcrux, then what are you?" I asked.

"Well you can say I'm like a Magical Portrait" Marcel said, and I looked at him in surprise.

"How? How did you do it?" I asked.

"The question should be, how have wizards never thought of this?" he shrugged, and I couldn't argue with that, "But you're not here to talk about memories and portraits," he said.

"The reason you're here is quite simple… Well, it's not really that simple," he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Amazing, you keep surprising me," I said sarcastically.

"Heh, sorry... It's just that I don't really know why I enchanted this diary either, or why I kept my memories in it" he said, and I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. .

"I guess I just didn't want to be forgotten... Or I think I wanted to pass on what I learned, I don't know" Marcel said, sighing.

"You know what you're saying doesn't make any sense, right?" I asked, but then something else came to my mind, "Wait... How did your diary end up in the Room of Requirement? And how the memories of your last moment of life are in that diary? You shouldn't have been able to pass them on to the diary if you were dead"

"The answer to your questions is... Magic" he said, and my eye twitched, "Jokes aside, the truth is that after some time passing a copy of my memories to keep in the journal, I decided to test a different method, since this one was tiring and I forgot to do it at times"

"And tell me, Oh great genius of magic, what method was this?" I asked in disdain, which he ignored.

"I just had to enchant the diary to get my memories automatically, without me having to be around," he said, and I looked at him in surprise.

"How?"

"Well, I don't recommend this method to anyone, but I basically connected the diary to my mind, and the reason I don't recommend it to anyone is that the mind connected to the object would eventually deteriorate, and it's impossible to break the connection." he said grimacing, "Fortunately I wasn't worried about my mind deteriorating as I didn't intend to live long" Marcel shrugged.

"Well, that's an unorthodox method" I commented, "And maybe if you spent more time studying magic instead of torturing innocent creatures, maybe you'd find the solution to your problem" I looked at him and said with a little of venom in my voice.

Marcel looked at me with a small frown that then turned into a sigh.

"I know, and I can understand you being angry after seeing everything I've done"

"Anger is not enough to describe what I felt when I saw you torturing an elf just for your revenge" I spat, and Marcel looked at me sadly, "Everything you did in search of revenge didn't make you any different from your fa—"

"Yes, I know... It didn't make me different from my father" he said, and I looked at him in surprise as I didn't expect him to admit it so easily, "When I started down this path of revenge I already knew what I was going to become, but at that moment I just didn't care anymore"

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"This sucks," I muttered.

"I agree" Marcel said laughing deprecatingly. He then looked at his hand and saw that it was disappearing, and I looked at mine and saw that the same thing was happening to me.

"Looks like that's as much as this enchantment can take," Marcel said, and I nodded, understanding that the enchantment is not permanent.

"Look, I know I can't ask you for anything, and I know you're mad at me, but I wanted to make one last request," he said, and I looked at him for a while.

"Sigh... Okay, but I can't guarantee I'll fulfill him... What's your last request?" I asked, and Marcel smiled.

"I'd like you to free the Greengrass family from Blood Malediction," he said, and I stopped in shock.

"What!?" I asked.

"I want to free the Greengrass family from Blood Malediction" Marcel repeated.

"Wait! If you want to free them from the curse, then why did you curse them in the first place? You might as well have tortured Sebastian and ended it all without harming anyone else," I said.

"Because I wanted to see him suffer from the guilt. I wanted him to die knowing that his family's deaths would be his fault... But I didn't want to involve people who didn't do anything to my mother and me in this revenge, but when I started it was already too late" Marcel said, lowering his head.

"Do you... Do you know how long it's been since the day you cursed that family? Do you know how many innocent people died because of you?" I asked gritting my teeth.

"The amount of people I've killed is an unknown number to me, but the time that has passed... It's been 208 years" he said, and before I could ask him how he knew this he replied, "Magic"

"...And after all these years you want me to release them?" I asked.

"Yes... It's the least I can do after destroying their lives," he said, and I lowered my head, lost in thought.

"I accept" I said after a while, "I will free the Greengrass family from the curse, but I won't say it was at your request... You don't deserve this recognition" I said, and Marcel nodded.

"This is what I deserve," he said. He then approached me and in his hand a diary with a black cover and red details appeared, "Here, take it"

"What is it?" I asked taking the diary. I then flipped through a few pages of it, and I saw that it was the same journal Marcel used to jot down his Blood Malediction and his spells.

"You should already know what this is and what to do with it" he replied, "And before you ask me how you're going to take it to the real world...Magic" he said with a playful smile on his face.

"Sigh... This will make breaking the Greengrass family curse easier," I said, and he nodded at me.

"Thank you for fulfilling the request of someone like me, even though you're doing it for the Greengrass family and not for me," he said. He then looked at me and opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it again.

"Sigh... You can talk, I won't stop you, you know?" I said, and he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"I have another selfish request for you," he said, and when he saw me nod he continued, "Could you go up to this hill in Olsber Field and put some flowers for my mother? I'm sure she's been waiting a long time for this, and she'll be happy to receive some flowers"

"Yes, even if you didn't ask me to, I was already planning to do some homage or tombstone for her... She was an amazing woman" I said, and Marcel smiled at me.

"I know" he said, and then the landscape around us began to distort, "Well I guess this is goodbye"

"Yes" I said looking around. I then turned to Marcel, "Even after all you've done, I still hope you've found peace and happiness wherever your soul is," I said, taking him by surprise.

"Thank you" he smiled, slowly disappearing, "You're going to be... No, you're a great wizard and a great person, Ethan Night" he said, and I was surprised since I hadn't told him my name.

"Heh" I laughed, nodding ironically, "Goodbye Marcel Treysley"

"Goodbye Ethan" Marcel said, smiling sadly at me.

End.

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(End AN: Just today I finished watching all the movies in the Harry Potter franchise, not counting the Fantastic Beasts movies.

It's weird to re-watch the movies after reading the books, as you can see a lot of differences between the two, especially in the final battle.)