He had experienced it twice before, and Sherlock was already very familiar with the reaction the mark made on his left arm.
But familiarity does not mean he was accustomed.
On the contrary, the sudden burning sensation in the library made him stunned.
The first two times Imprint reacted, was when he met Malfoy and his son at the Bookstore, and the other was when he ran into Neville at Hogwarts.
And now he is in the forbidden section, which is usually a place where students are forbidden to enter. There is no one around at all, only countless forbidden books on the shelf.
The burning sensation on the left arm did not stop abruptly this time but continued uncharacteristically.
This strange reaction made Sherlock frown.
He took a few steps back, withdrew from the forbidden book area, and returned to the regular book area where the students were studying. At the same time, the burning sensation on his left arm disappeared.
Then, he moved forward again and entered the forbidden book area again, and the burning sensation on the mark also came back. It felt like the mark was reminding him of something in this way.
Sherlock was lost in thought.
He clutched his arm and started walking along the first row of bookshelves in the forbidden area. The closer he got to it, the stronger the burning sensation on the mark, until he reached the sixth row of bookshelves from the bottom, and the burning sensation reached a all time high...
Continuing to go further, that feeling began to weaken.
Aware of this situation, Sherlock felt more and more that his guess was right. The mark on his arm was trying to tell him something, and the source of the information was on this row of bookshelves.
He stood in front of the sixth-to-last row of forbidden books and stretched out his left hand to gently stroke the forbidden books in the first row of the bookshelf.
The burning sensation is still there.
He continued to swipe through the second row of forbidden books.
The feeling still hasn't changed.
And just as his fingers touched the first book in the third row, a slight tingling sensation like a needle suddenly stimulated his left arm!
Then the burning sensation subsided as if it had never reacted.
But Sherlock's mind was already clear, and what it wanted to get was this book.
He gently pulled the thin forbidden magical book from the shelf, and then in the light next to him, Sherlock saw the name of the book.
"Soul Stitching"
The title of the book was handwritten in black ink. Judging from the way the letters were written, it was not a very old book.
The whole book was very thin. If you look at it at a glance, there are probably only a dozen simple pages of paper. It is said to be a book, but it was more like a notebook.
The texture of the book was somewhat similar to parchment, but the thickness was significantly thinner.
Sherlock stared at the title of this strange book for a moment, did not open it immediately, but walked to Madam Pince and signed out the book.
When registering, he watched Madam Pince's expression vaguely change.
Her expression didn't change too obviously from beginning to end, as if Sherlock was just borrowing an ordinary forbidden book.
From the cover of the book to Mrs. Pince's reaction, the book looks unremarkable.
But Sherlock, who had already walked out of the library with it, knew very well that the thing that could make the mark on his left arm react would not be any ordinary thing.
Back in the office, he locked the door from the inside, and then sat down at the desk with the book "Soul Stitching", and placed it face up in front of him.
In the magical world, adult wizards will give a word of warning to their children.
Don't open magic books, boxes, and bottles of unknown origins!
This sentence is as frequent as parents in normal society reminding their children to pay attention to passing vehicles before crossing the road.
Even Sherlock, a "rookie" who has only been in contact with the wizarding world for four months, has heard countless admonitions from adult wizards to young wizards.
Faced with this kind of book of unknown origin, he naturally knew the correct way to treat it.
Pulling out his wand, Sherlock tapped it lightly on the book cover to check if there were any traces of magic power inside.
After a breeze passed by, nothing happened.
In the last step, he took a step back, and slightly raised his wand one meter away from the desk.
The first page of the book was opened without incident.
In the distance, Sherlock saw the title page, which was blank, with not even a trace of ink.
His wand was raised again, and the blank title page was turned over. On the first page, he finally saw the contents of the book.
Even though no incident had happened yet, he still did not move forward, but just stood one meter away and started to read the contents of the book.
[When I escaped from death and came back from Norca Town, I realized that my state was bad. ]
[The torture of the Cruciatus Curse for a long time, although it did not make me go crazy, it still caused damage to my soul. ]
[Of course, I was just suspicious at first, but after conducting a series of self-examinations, I determined my current situation. ]
[My soul is torn apart. ]
[The effect of this tearing cannot usually be seen, but the soul is the key to magic. Because of this tear, my magic level has deviated, and the power of my magic spells was not as good as before, I have to find a way to solve this problem, and my enemies will come to find me again, I have to ensure that my strength does not decline. ]
[The first method that came to my mind was a potion. As the most common healing method used by wizards, perhaps among the millions of potion formulas, there is an item that heals the soul. ]
[I wrote and asked my teacher, but he told me that there was never any kind of potion that could affect the soul of a wizard. The performance of a potion can only be reflected in the body not magic, and magic is the reflection of the soul. ]
[Well, teacher at least provided me with a direction, magic is the reflection of the soul, especially those ancient magics. ]
[I have rummaged through almost all the ancient magic books I can find, and there are indeed countless ones for the soul, but none of them heal talk about the healing of the soul. ]
[what! The wisdom of the ancient wizards are nothing but the same. Since there has been no such magic since ancient times, it is up to me to create it myself. ]
[The healing of the soul is very troublesome, but fortunately, the soul is the same as the body. If it is damaged, it will repair itself, but the time is very long. ]
[Especially in a torn state, the difficulty of repair is even more difficult. ]
[Just when I was in trouble, a Muggle surgery inspired me. ]
[When Muggles have too many wounds in their flesh, they will use needles and string to reconnect the wounds to speed up healing. ]
[It seemed so barbaric, but this was a rather wonderful idea. ]
[Since the soul and the body are in common and have the same ability to heal themselves, can I also stitch up my torn soul to speed up its healing just like Muggles sew wounds to speed up the recovery effect? ]