You Are Not Sigurd!
The circus tents were enveloped in Magical Energy Field, preventing Wizet and her 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 Troupe Leader 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 Troupe Leader.
They supported the Circus Troupe Leader, trying to force a look of worry onto their faces.
When Wizet Circus Troupe Leader 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 Troupe Leader 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, Wizet 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 Troupe Leader, 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 Troupe Leader'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 Troupe Leader trembled and looked at Xenophilius, interrupting, "How do you know my name?"
At the same moment, however, Wizet and Luna shook their heads simultaneously, as if answering Xenophilius's question, "No, he could never be Sigurd!"
The Circus Troupe Leader's expression changed, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, mixed with Black Mist. "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!" Wizet 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."
Wizet and Luna's words caused the Circus Troupe Leader to cough several times and spit out several mouthfuls of blood, the Black Mist in the blood seeming to grow even thicker.
Wizet even had a feeling that if he continued talking to Luna, perhaps... the Circus Troupe Leader would cough up blood and die.
The Circus Troupe Leader, 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 Troupe Leader 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.
Wizet saw the three sharks so submissive, and the Circus Troupe Leader coughing up blood accompanied by Black Mist...
Combining this with Obscurus's various characteristics, I had some guesses in my mind.
Without the slightest hesitation, he put it into practice, raising his wand sharply, and Ancient Magic Power surged forth.
Ancient Magic: Purifying Cleansing Soul Washing Spell
He drew a smooth "S" shape in the air and shouted, "Dust and Grime Begone!"
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 shark could no longer move in the air and plummeted straight to the ground, struggling painfully once again.
"It really is Obscurus! Headmaster Dumbledore told me that this is its other extreme, extremely malleable!" Wizet 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 Troupe Leader continued, like an obsessive fanatic whose theories were difficult to refute.
"You know everything about his past?" Wizet frowned. "Then what do you say when you ask for tips?"
The Circus Troupe Leader hesitated, "What else can I say... of course, thank you!"
Wizet continued, "You won't say... 'Thank you, sir, and best wishes for your health and happiness'?"
"Isn't that just thanking them?" the Circus Troupe Leader said, his tone incredibly irritated.
Wizet 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 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 Troupe Leader 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 her time studying with Professor Quirrell, Wizet accumulated a considerable amount of knowledge about curses.
Besides the corresponding Counter-Curse, he also has a convenient and quick way to break this curse.
Wizet raised her wand again, drawing a smooth "S" shape in the air, "Dust and Grime Begone!"
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...