From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

"Hehehehehahahahaha——"

The dark wizard from Southeast Asia with dark circles in front of him stared at Xiwen, raised the corners of his mouth evilly, and let out an extremely unpleasant laugh.

The laughter was so unpleasant that Xiwen couldn't bear it, so he couldn't help but kick him.

Dark Eyes was maintaining his evil look at this time. He didn't notice Xiwen's movements at all, and was kicked out directly. He fell to the ground and howled in pain.

"You're doing a sneak attack, you're despicable!" he yelled.

Facing such a young wizard, Dark Eyes was too confident and careless. He never thought that this young man would carry out a sneak attack!

Xiwen looked at this opponent who could not be kicked with some speechlessness, silently walked forward and kicked his wand aside.

"Is your master really that evil demon? How could he be so blind?" Xiwen couldn't help but say.

Black Eyes originally tried to reach out and grab his wand back, but Xiwen kicked it too far and he couldn't do it, so he could only snort and said: "A being as great as the master is definitely not something that a weakling like you can guess.

That’s it!”

The corners of Xiwen's eyes twitched, and he always felt that there was something wrong with this person's brain.

"Tell me, what kind of existence is your master?" He stepped on the dark wizard's hand that was about to move and asked in a deep voice.

"My master, that is a demon king with extremely powerful strength. The great wizard Dumbledore, the dark lord Grindelwald, those false titles are all touted. They are not worthy of carrying his master's shoes!"

The black-eyed man spoke eloquently and boasted, but there was no substantive content that could help Xiwen.

After listening to the flattering words for a long time, Xiwen became a little impatient. He pulled out his 14-inch long wand on the spot, trying to knock him unconscious to the ground.

But the next moment, the black eye suddenly moved quickly when Xiwen took out the wand.

He spoke Indonesian, which Sivan could not understand, and recited an extremely complex spell.

Then, a steady stream of black mist emerged from his hands and crazily crashed towards Xiwen's body.

"It seems this is not entirely a joke."

Seeing this scene, Xiwen nodded in recognition and prepared to activate the power of the blood curse deep in his bloodline to resist.

However, before he could activate the blood curse, the blood curse took the lead and acted on its own, as if pulled by the black mist.

Xiwen was slightly stunned when he saw this, and then he realized that these black mist had a familiar feeling.

"Meredigos Blood Curse?" He looked at the black eye who was still lying on the ground and chanting the curse, and asked with some doubts.

Xiwen allowed the power of the blood curse to turn into scales covering the surface of his body, unable to resist the invasion of this curse.

The black mist gradually penetrated into his body along the gaps in the scales, and was then stripped layer by layer by the power of the blood curse that emerged from near the scales. Finally, it was all swallowed up and turned into different nutrients that merged into Xiwen's bloodline.

among.

Lying on the ground and reciting the mantra hard, the dark circles under his eyes looked at Xiwen's nonchalant performance and his uninjured figure, and he couldn't help but turn red with anger.

So he used all his strength to speed up the speed of chanting the curse, greatly increasing the speed of the black mist pouring out.

In front of him, Xiwen's efficiency in absorbing this power was also greatly enhanced...

After reciting a long spell with dark circles, he finally lost all strength and lay on the ground panting, his eyes dull.

"Why doesn't anything happen to you?" He changed his language back to English and said with despair on his face.

Xiwen chuckled softly and asked, "Do you servants of the Demon God only use these few moves? Why are you not controlling the black curtain that suppresses magic, or are you choosing to cast the Meredigos blood curse on others?

"

"I have also seen another dark wizard in the forest. That one can at least control the blackened animals to attack. How come you can't even do this when you come here?"

Dark Eyes suddenly realized, and said loudly: "Yes, I still have this ability! Wait, you are finished!"

As he said that, he closed his eyes and began to meditate hard. It took him a long time to remember the incantation for controlling animal corpses, and he closed his eyes and was about to start reciting it.

But how could Xiwen give him such an opportunity?

Xiven silently took out a bottle of potion from the pocket watch space before he started chanting the spell - this was the Veritaserum he got from Professor Slughorn when he was in first grade, but it has never been used.

opportunity, so the dosage is still sufficient.

When the black eye began to recite the curse, Xiwen quickly poured some of the veritaserum into his mouth, which opened and closed.

For this kind of dark wizard who willingly degenerated into a servant of the devil, Xiwen felt that he did not need to adhere to the humanitarian spirit and insisted on only putting three drops. What if three drops were not enough because he had the devil's body protection?

So the small half bottle of truth serum entered the mouth of the black-eyed man, and then entered his stomach as he subconsciously opened and closed it.

When he realized something was wrong with the dark circles, it was already too late. The eyes he opened in panic became very dull and stiff, staring at the dark sky without focus.

"Tell me why you became the servant of your so-called master." When Xiwen saw the truth serum taking effect, he sat leisurely next to the black eye and asked.

"My name is Sukarno, and I am a very ordinary wizard apprentice in Indonesia. A year ago, I was often bullied by those senior apprentices, and they even took away the potion that I had worked so hard to refine. So I felt very

Sad and angry." Dark Eye Circle said in a voice without any fluctuation.

"But fortunately, when I dreamed at night, I dreamed of my powerful master. He promised that as long as I did things for him, he would give me great strength and the qualification for eternal life."

"So you agreed immediately after hearing his side of the story?" Xiwen's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." Sukarno, with dark circles in his eyes, replied in a smooth voice.

"It seems that the person with the dark circles under his eyes is the kind of person who has a missing brain." Xiwen put his hand on his forehead and complained helplessly.

How big of a heart do you have to be able to believe whatever others say...

Xiwen rubbed his eyebrows and then asked: "So tell me whatever information you know about that demon god."

"My master possesses very powerful magic power. The great wizard Dumbledore and the Dark Lord Grindelwald are all just names. They are not worthy of carrying his master's shoes." Sukarno said expressionlessly.

Hearing this, Xiwen's expression became very exciting, and suddenly he felt that the demon god had chosen such a strange servant quite hastily.

"I bet you weren't flattering me just now. You really thought that..."

"Yes." Sukarno said.

"Stop, I didn't ask you this question..." Xiwen continued to ask speechlessly. "So do you know why the devil chose you as a servant?"

Sukarno still maintained a dull and stiff face and said to Xiwen: "Because I have enough negative emotions, this gave the master the opportunity to disperse a trace of power from a seal and attach it to me."

Xiwen didn't expect him to say anything useful, he just asked casually, but the words Sukarno said cheered him up.

"Does the devil have to rely on negative emotions to possess him? Or can negative emotions amplify his power?" Xiwen asked quickly.

"I don't know." Sukarno said with a dull expression.

Xiwen shook his head helplessly, knowing that judging the source of the Demon God's power was indeed a bit difficult for this idiot with no brains.

But this is indeed an extremely important discovery, because in the next nine months, an extremely fierce war will break out in both the Muggle world and the wizarding world. And war is precisely the thing that can trigger a wide range of negative emotions in people.

A situation!

If this demon god can really rely on negative emotions to amplify his power, then he is very likely to break free of the weak seal after the war breaks out, and then invade this world that is already in civil strife!

Xiwen's expression finally turned serious.

"Do you know any other information?" He wanted to come up with something more, so he asked again.

Sukarno's dull and stiff expression changed, but he didn't say anything and returned to his expressionless state.

Xiwen knew that this was because the problem was too broad and beyond the functional scope of Veritaserum, causing Sukarno's already low brain capacity to be unable to think clearly.

So he thought for a moment and asked in a different way: "In other words, what did you learn from your master?"

"I have learned a lot of magic. These magics are all dark spells that can be realized with the help of the master's power." Sukarno said.

"I can release a dark enchantment that forcibly absorbs life force to provide more energy to the owner; I can use the Meredigos blood curse to turn wizards into animals without human consciousness, making it easier for the owner to absorb their lives.

; I have also learned necromancy, and can control the activities of animal corpses that have absorbed all the vitality of light..."

Xiwen's face became very ugly as he listened to these spells, each of which was more evil than the last. He even had the rare urge to chop this scumbag to death on the spot with a sword.

However, just when Xiwen wanted to take out his alchemy sword from the pocket watch space, he suddenly became vigilant.

Because the last time he fell into the dark enchantment, it was because Newt made an action to kill the dark wizard with a yin and yang face, which made him instinctively think of a life and death crisis. This led to the demon god behind the dark wizard attacking him.

Possession was carried out.

If Dumbledore hadn't sensed it in time, he and Newt would have been handed over to the devil...

So Xiwen forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart and continued to frown as he listened to the evil forbidden spells from Sukarno's mouth.

"...I don't have a good brain, so I wrote down all the memories I got from my master in a notebook and put it in my chest pocket so that I can look at it at any time." Sukarno said without hesitation.

After introducing those evil spells, he became quiet and returned to his dull and stiff appearance.

Xiwen frowned and fumbled for a tattered cloth bag from Sukarno's pocket. Inside the rag bag was a flat, long object, which seemed to be the notebook he was talking about.

"Are there protective spells on this bag and the notebook inside?" To be on the safe side, Xiwen asked again.

"No." Sukarno said expressionlessly.

Xiwen breathed a sigh of relief and opened the tattered cloth bag.

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Good guy, I just discovered that the names of the first two chapters were wrong, so let’s make do with it...