Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"I don't understand you."

Looking at the two little people who should have died in the fire in front of her, the countess's heart seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, empty, falling and falling.

Obviously both of them have been tightly tied up, and those two weird wooden sticks have been scrapped, why can they still escape?

Of course she didn't know what a strange existence Clark was. Psions didn't need a wand to cast spells. He held that thing to mislead the enemy.

When he was in the fire field, he just spent 500 experience points and exchanged for a level 1 ability of [Mind Transformation System] [Manipulate Objects].

[Manipulation of small objects]: Level 1 ability, consumes 1 point of psionic energy, you can move small objects no more than 1kg through the external psychic energy, and the duration is 16 (intelligence) seconds. (Note: This skill can increase the duration by consuming extra spiritual energy)

Relying on this ability, coupled with his 50-point [Rope Art] skill, he quickly untied the rope that was tied to Cruira's hands, and the two escaped before the flames burned down the house.

As for why they do it? For revenge at this moment today.

"You will understand in a moment, countess."

Clark smiled and pulled the rope beside him, and a huge white curtain was lowered from the second floor in an instant.

Then, a beam of projector hit the curtain, and with the sound from an unknown speaker, everything that happened that night seven days ago appeared again in front of everyone.

"I have to admit that your ability is really outstanding, especially that subversive creativity."

"What do you want, kill me? That's against the law, ma'am."

"You have failed my good intentions and are useless. To me, you are just dust and reptiles."

"I will, of course, and they will spend the rest of their lives in prison."

"For murder, they murdered a rising designer."

"So I have to add your charred body to the crime scene to add credibility."

"You want to kill me because I stole your limelight?"

"I know you killed my mother."

"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?"

As these carefully edited and processed videos were played, the countess' face became paler and paler, and the guests around her looked at her more and more strangely.

It turned out that she turned out to be a murderer!

"No, these are all fake, they used magic to forge them."

The countess yelled in an attempt to confuse the public, but once a seed of doubt had been planted, it was not so easy to eradicate it.

What's more, the countess in the image is alive and well, whether it's manners, movements, or tone of voice, they are all exactly the same as the real person, so how can it be a fake.

In the end, the video stayed at the last scene. The countess threw down the windproof lighter in her hand, and slowly shouted that sentence, "I'm looking forward to it."

Clark looked at the countess who was ashamed, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Look, we really brought what you expected, surprise or surprise!

What's even more surprising is that just now, this video was also broadcast repeatedly on TV stations in Paris and even in other countries. So you have made a name for yourself as an attempted murderer, Countess. "

"No, no, not yet, just destroy you,

I am still the Countess. "Already a little crazy, she ordered her bald butler and the recruited black wizard to let them go forward and kill Kuila together.

The bald-headed butler was very obedient, with his toes pointing, the explosive recoil force instantly allowed him to cross a distance of more than ten meters, and leaped up to the second floor. His black fist the size of a casserole slammed heavily towards Cruella's face.

On the other side, the black wizard who was recruited by the Countess saw that the situation was not going well, and as soon as he turned around, he was about to escape by Apparating.

But at the next moment, a puff of black air suddenly emerged from the void, transforming into a ferocious pitch-black claw, and fished it towards the black wizard, interrupting his spellcasting.

"Little brother, I will leave this muscular head to you."

As soon as Cruella's explanation fell, her whole body was like a bursting bubble, dissipating under the fist of the bald butler.

It turned out that the one just now was just a phantom left behind by her. As for her real person at this moment, she had already stopped in front of that black wizard. After all, that person still had a voodoo doll tainted with Cruela's breath in his hands, and she would definitely not let the other party take away such an important thing.

As for the bald butler?

Clark looked at the old opponent standing in front of him, twisted his neck, and moved his body slightly.

"I don't hit children," the bald butler said, unbuttoning his suit, "so...don't get in my way."

"That can't be done! I gave you a hand last time. If I don't return it, then I won't be happy."

The bald butler was silent, but he could understand what he meant just by looking at his fists covered in iron-blooded grudge.

"what!"

The start of the battle was only in the blink of an eye. The bald butler shouted loudly, and the loud noise was like thunder, and then, the iron fist with the strong wind came out heavily.

As a melee knight, if converted into a profession in Faerun Continent, he is at least a fighter with a professional level of eight or nine. In a small space like a corridor, confronting a weak spellcaster can be called It has taken advantage.

However, facing the enemy's close approach, Clark did not panic. Instead, he smiled slightly, tilted his head, and retreated half a step at the same time.

With such a small movement, he unexpectedly avoided the punch of the bald butler. The opponent's violent punch just brushed his face, and the strong wind brought up only made his skin sore.

The next moment, Clark took out a pistol from his pocket with his left hand. The black muzzle was pointing at the bald butler's chest with a piercing chill.

At this moment, Clark was still in the mood to joke, "Can your fighting spirit stop bullets?"

The bald butler's hair stood on end all over his body. If he hadn't had any hair, his head would be like a hedgehog at this moment.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out.

The burning gunpowder pushed the warhead to spin and fly out. The stimulus from the dangerous instinct made the bald butler subconsciously let out a strange cry. His muscles tensed and his legs exerted strength. Like a big horse monkey whose tail was stepped on, he quickly moved Back away.