Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Voodoo, also known as "Voodoo", is transliterated from the Latin Voodoo. It is a primitive religion that originated in West Africa and combines ancestor worship, animism, and spiritism.

This ancient sect is actually not as scary as the Western colonists claimed. They advocate animism. "Vodo" actually means "soul" and "elf" in the local dialect.

But many times, in difficult situations, only those vicious and cruel things can survive.

Therefore, when the African people were brutally oppressed by the colonists, and the wealth of Voodoo was coveted by other supernatural forces. They were also divided within themselves.

Some Voodoo believers took refuge in the Waggadu School of Magic at that time, and all of them transformed into orthodox wizards, while the other part of the vagrants gave full play to the evil part of Voodoo, and invented things such as the reanimated corpse, Voodoo dolls and other evil spirits curse.

And the wizard who cast a spell on Cruela and the others was exposed to this part of the knowledge of evil spirits when traveling in the Caribbean, and successfully integrated it into his own black magic system, becoming what Clark and the others are now. See Cursed Magic.

This kind of magic weaves voodoo dolls from the underclothes and hair of the subject. As long as the spell is cast on the doll, no matter how far apart, the curse can trace the soul information and fall on the subject, so Kuira The illusion of light and shadow lost its effect.

It was also the first time for Clark to encounter such a strange situation. Without knowing his opponent, he didn't intend to pester him. While waving his wand as a threat, he shouted at the black-clothed bodyguards blocking him: " Step aside!"

Those bodyguards were just ordinary Muggles, and under the command of Clark's language mixed with the [Charm Human] ability, they immediately stepped aside obediently.

It's just that the countess and the black wizard still stood there unhurriedly, not intending to move at all, seeing that the opponent's retreat had been opened.

Clark was on guard, not knowing what the other party was trying to do, when a slightly dull voice came from behind Clark, making him stop subconsciously.

"This way is dead!"

"When?" Clark was startled, turned around and pointed the wand in his hand at the opponent. An invisible psionic energy gushed out from the tip of the wand, turned into a tangible force, and pushed the air towards the enemy.

It was a [Mind Transformation Department] ability-[Secondary Shockwave] that he had exchanged 500 experience points for in advance when he saw the situation was not good after he went upstairs.

[Secondary Shockwave]: Level 1 ability, consumes 1 power point, you can convert the energy of your mind into mind power,

Sprays out at the enemy, causing impact damage equivalent to 16 (intelligence) points of strength.

However, facing the shock wave like an air cannon, the person hiding in the shadows just raised his right hand and clenched his fist into a fist. In an instant, his fist that swelled to the size of a casserole was covered with black ink. .

"boom!"

In this way, the powerful iron fist collided with the shock wave of thought power, and then smashed it into pieces with a huge cracking sound, and scattered it into a gust of wind that could only blow hair.

Only then did Clark see the face of the visitor, it was the bald butler who often accompanied the countess.

At this moment, he took off the black suit that he had been wearing all the time, revealing the leather vest inside. His swollen muscles nearly burst the white shirt. The head is full of deterrence.

"Didn't your teacher teach you not to let a knight approach you?"

The dull voice was like thunder from the sky, making people's scalp numb. Clark once again consumed 1 point of spiritual energy and released a secondary shock wave. However, this time, the bald butler didn't even swing his fists or feet. He just straightened his chest, relying on his well-developed chest muscles and the knight's iron-blooded fighting spirit, he forcibly endured the blow.

The so-called iron-blooded fighting spirit is the extraordinary power unique to knights. This kind of inheritance first originated from Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur. It was the life energy inspired by ordinary people who experienced thousands of times of tempering, developed their potential to the limit, and then took the potion.

This kind of energy can make the knights as strong as cattle, run like the wind, and under the blessing of fighting spirit, they can even be invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire. It is an extraordinary system that wizards studied for their followers in order to protect themselves.

Clark wanted to cast a spell again, but the bald butler didn't give him the chance anymore, so he just raised his foot and kicked sideways. Before Clark could react, the shadow of the leg with the strong wind directly kicked the wand in his hand into the sky. sawdust.

A wizard without a wand is like a lion without claws. Facing Cruella and Clark, who were just women and children, those black-clothed bodyguards finally played a role.

They grabbed the two people who had lost the ability to resist, and tied them tightly to the chair with hemp rope.

Cruella seemed to want to make a final struggle, "You want to kill me because I stole your limelight?"

"No! How much is the limelight worth? The key is profit." Seeing that the troubles were about to be resolved, the countess was also in a good mood, and answered Cruella's question very kindly.

"You don't know how many people eat after me. The fashion circle is a big vanity fair. It is cruel and orderly. It has its own set of unspoken rules. You are a newcomer, rushing like a killer whale." Come in, run amok inside, you think you are brave, but in fact you are stupid."

"You said you were looking for the same power as me, but in my opinion, trash from the bottom like you don't understand how power works at all, and the kind of power you're after is just a ridiculous conjecture.

Power is not fighting and killing, power is sophistication! "

"I know you killed my mother." Cruella yelled what she had always wanted to yell at the countess.

There was no surprise on the countess's face, she seemed to be not surprised by the fact that she killed herself, "Ah, then you have to be more specific."

"what?"

"You have to tell me who it is first, and let me narrow down the scope. I've been walking all the way, and my feet have been stained with too much blood. There are countless losers who fell in front of me. If you don't tell me, I know which one it is?"

The indifference in her words stung Cruella deeply.

"On the cliff, you commanded your three dogs to jump at her."

"Ah~ When you said that, I remembered, so you are her daughter, no wonder you are so...crazy...crazy.

That's why you're angry, and that's why you're doing these things? To avenge your mother? Ah, a daughter, lurking beside the enemy, in order to kill her enemy, this is really an epic family story. "

"I'm going to kill you, and your dog." Cruella tilted her head and grinned with a crazy and hysterical smile.

"Then... I'm looking forward to it."