The circus tents were enveloped in a magical energy field, preventing Vizette and his companions from leaving for the time being.
After the reindeer were driven onto the stage, the shark seemed to try to transform back into human form but failed. It collapsed on the stage, struggling incessantly and appearing to be in great pain.
"No! You have to turn back!" The circus ringmaster gripped his cane tightly and slammed it into the ground.
With a spurt of blood, the shark transformed back into a clown.
Three clowns, like marionettes, came up behind the circus ringmaster.
They supported the circus ringmaster, trying to force a look of worry onto their faces.
When the circus ringmaster made his gesture, the three of them frowned in unison.
They could sense that the three sharks, which could turn into clowns, were merely controlled puppets.
The circus ringmaster looked up at the three clowns.
His eyes held a hint of reminiscence as he said to the three middle-aged men, "Don't worry! They will all be punished! Don't worry!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the reindeer began to convulse, and a faint crimson light appeared on their bodies.
However, there were many reindeer on the stage, and although the blood-red light was extremely faint, it could still be gathered into a scarlet sphere.
Faced with this sight, Vizette immediately deduced that the life force of these reindeer, transformed from wizards, was constantly draining away, converging into that scarlet orb of light.
The sphere of light kept rotating, seemingly transforming into a vortex, and its rate of absorbing life force was also increasing.
The reindeer that the wizards had transformed into convulsed violently, their fur lost its luster, and their bodies began to shrivel.
The circus ringmaster, holding a cane, coughed while displaying an excited expression, constantly cursing the reindeer that were behaving like they were having an epileptic seizure.
"You're the ones who killed them! Now I'll make you pay! This place will pay the price!"
"This country will pay the price! You are all sinners! Trash! You will all die!"
Xenophilius looked puzzled upon hearing the circus ringmaster's words: "Why would he say that?"
"Could he be that child... Sigurd? But that's not right... wasn't he already..."
Before Xenophilius could finish speaking, the circus ringmaster trembled and looked at Xenophilius, interrupting, "How do you know my name?"
At the same moment, however, Vizette and Luna shook their heads simultaneously, as if answering Xenophilius's question, "No, he could never be Sigurd!"
The circus ringmaster's expression changed, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, mixed with black smoke. "How dare you say I'm not him! You have no idea what I went through!"
"Cowards on this island! They turned their backs on us, the ones who brought them joy! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be in this mess now!"
"What a wonderful family we used to be! How many wizards we brought together! Do you know? You know nothing!"
"You don't know that my family is my treasure! They've destroyed my treasure! I have nothing left!"
"I don't know who you are, but you are definitely not Sigurd!" Luna's tone was exceptionally serious, even carrying a hint of anger.
"Your family members are in great pain, but you don't see it. You just ask them to support you and look worried about you."
"Real family wouldn't act like this!" Vizette understood why Luna was angry, stepped forward, and stood beside her. "I don't see any appreciation from you for them!"
"You only tell them what to do, and everything else is just talk, even the so-called revenge is the same... I don't think the real Sigurd would do such a thing."
Vizette and Luna's words caused the circus ringmaster to cough several times and spit out several mouthfuls of blood, the black aura in the blood seeming to grow even thicker.
Vizette even had a feeling that if he continued talking to Luna, perhaps... the circus ringmaster would cough up blood and die.
The circus ringmaster, panting heavily, gripped his cane tightly. "I know them well! Look at them! I cherish them!"
"You're a liar!" The three clowns nodded. "He's Sigurd, the one who cares about us the most!"
"Did you hear that?" The circus ringmaster smiled with satisfaction. "I know! You're denying the island's fault! You're accomplices too! You're just as despicable!"
He swung his cane forward, and the three clowns transformed into sharks, rapidly swinging their tails in the air and charging towards the three with their gaping maws open.
Vizette saw the three sharks so submissive, and the circus ringmaster coughing up blood accompanied by black smoke...
Combining this with the Obscurial's various characteristics, he had some guesses in his mind.
Without the slightest hesitation, he put it into practice, raising his wand sharply, and ancient magical power surged forth.
"Finite Incantatem!"
He drew a smooth "S" shape in the air and shouted, "Scourgify!"
A cyclone emerged from beneath one of the sharks, rapidly enveloping all three sharks and clearing away a cloud of deep black mist.
After the black mist was expelled, the sharks could no longer move in the air and plummeted straight to the ground, struggling in agony once more.
"It really is an Obscurus! Headmaster Dumbledore told me that this is its other extreme, extremely malleable!" Vizette suddenly flicked his wand, and the black mist dissipated in the air.
"You could be the criminal who attacked the Swedish Ministry of Magic, or you could be the ringmaster of this circus, but you could never be Sigurd."
"I am him!" the circus ringmaster continued, like an obsessive fanatic whose theories were difficult to refute.
"You know everything about his past?" Vizette frowned. "Then what do you say when you ask for tips?"
The circus ringmaster hesitated, "What else can I say... of course, thank you!"
Vizette continued, "You won't say... 'Thank you, sir, and best wishes for your health and happiness'?"
"Isn't that just thanking them?" the circus ringmaster said, his tone incredibly irritated.
Vizette calmly replied, "I was just saying that casually... Perhaps your experiences are just a series of lies and stories."
"Isn't Sigurd already dead?" Xenophilius suddenly said. "I asked the other wizards last night…"
"They said that the original circus members have all been buried by them, and they will always repent for what they did."
These words had a decisive effect, and the circus ringmaster seemed to have been hit where it hurt: "You're lying! Don't think you can save them with just a few words!"
Enraged, he gripped his cane tightly and slammed it against the ground.
The crimson orb began to spin violently, and the reindeer became even more emaciated, like lizards dried in the desert, almost losing their last trace of life.
Depriving someone of life force is a very common method of curses.
During his time studying with Professor Quirinus Quirrell, Vizette accumulated a considerable amount of knowledge about curses.
Besides the corresponding counter-curse, he also had a convenient and quick way to break this curse.
Vizette raised his wand again, drawing a smooth "S" shape in the air, "Scourgify!"
A vortex suddenly rose from the bottom of the crimson sphere, and with a single strike, it directly shattered the crimson sphere.
Life force returned to the reindeer's bodies, and their bodies, like inflated balloons, finally returned to normal...
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