Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

It's like the waves hit the rocks and the eggs hit the rocks!

The encounter between Neville and the dark face only took a moment, and the winner was decided.

The faint white light formed a spherical shield, protecting him within it. This was a newly learned second-level protection spell [Resist Energy Damage].

On the way here, Clark had already reminded Neville that there might be a battle later, and asked him to remember to set the energy type of resistance to negative energy.

Sure enough, under the protection of the magic shield, the death aura attached to the dark ghost's face was instantly offset and bounced away.

Even if some tiny poisonous insects that were the main body of the spell broke through the magic shield, they were blocked by another layer of [Shield Technique] attached to Neville that was specially designed to resist physical damage.

Just like that, Neville took one step and rushed to the voodoo wizard easily. The fairy dagger in his hand shot out and stabbed at the enemy.

Fortunately, he still knew to leave a living person, so he didn't hit the vital point directly. He just pierced the opponent's shoulder blade. At the same time, his body strengthened by the [Giant Transformation Technique] pushed the enemy and pinned him firmly to the wall.

Dark red blood dripped onto the floor. Clark looked at the voodoo wizard who was hanging in the air and couldn't move, and stood up under the panic in his eyes.

This tomb is very gloomy. After all, it is for the dead, so there are no windows.

But now it seems that this place has been transformed by the voodoo wizard into his witchcraft practice room, and traces of voodoo witchcraft can be seen everywhere.

For example, piled on the ground are the dried and decayed remains of eagles, poisonous snakes and lizards, fresh animal carcasses, and human bones.

On the walls of the room, there are also monkey heads, antelope skulls, bat hearts used for casting spells, and voodoo necklaces made of poisonous snake tails.

In addition to these, there are various bottles and cans placed on the large table at the end of the room.

Clark walked to the table and saw dried toads, dry fingers with sharp nails, rat heads, bundles of antelope horns, and colorful local textiles woven from dead people's hair. .

Clark did not move these things, but just walked to the other side of the table, where there was also a wooden shelf holding blood sacrifice supplies, leaning against the wall.

on a wooden shelf,

There are necklaces made of lion teeth; paint mixed with blood and ashes used to smear the body; gorgeous priestly clothes and decorative witchcraft.

In addition, there are some sacrifice processing tools of different sizes, such as hammers used to break bones, daggers used to cut open chests, large knives used to behead...

Clark picked around, took down a javelin that was about the same length as himself from the shelf, bumped it twice in his hand, tried the feel, and nodded with satisfaction.

The voodoo wizard who was hung on the wall over there looked at Clark's movements, grinned and revealed his dark yellow rotten teeth, and made a silent mockery.

The next moment, Clark suddenly turned around, twisting his waist and swinging his arms. The javelin in his hand was as fast as lightning, leaving an afterimage in everyone's eyes.

Then, it pierced the heart of the voodoo wizard.

"what are you doing!"

Laura on the side was startled by Clark's actions and shouted in horror: "You killed him? Oh, my God, why did you kill him? You are still a child, how could you do such a thing!"

Because his heart was pierced, the already dying voodoo wizard lowered his head and completely lost his breath.

Laura looked at Clark in disbelief, "And we haven't asked anything yet! Are you crazy?"

Although Laura has seen a lot of strong winds and waves, it is really unacceptable to see a child who is only thirteen or fourteen years old acting so cruelly and cruelly.

She stepped forward in a panic, wanting to check on the voodoo wizard. Even though the man had been stabbed to the core and could no longer die, she still held on to a glimmer of hope.

However, the next moment, the corpse hanging on the wall suddenly raised its head.

There was still an extremely distorted expression on the face that was bleeding from the seven orifices. It was only a palm away from her face, and the death state looked terrible.

"Ah~"

In such a terrifying situation, even Laura, who thought she was brave and dared to explore deep into the tomb, was so frightened that she screamed. In desperation, she raised her jade leg, like a steel whip, and kicked her hard on the side. on the voodoo wizard's cheek.

"He's not dead!" Laura reacted after the attack.

The voodoo wizard turned his cheek, which was red and swollen after being kicked by her, and used his broken lungs to make a strange sound of leaking air, and said proudly.

"Hehe, you guys, hehe, you can't kill me."

At this time, Hermione and Neville frowned. They were not priests of the Holy See. They were a bit unprofessional in dealing with such undead creatures.

Fortunately, Clark, who was the backbone, still had a very calm face, as if he had expected this situation.

He walked up to the voodoo wizard, reached out and grabbed the javelin that pierced the opponent's heart, and turned it around and a half with force, completely crushing the opponent's heart.

Blood flowed out of the voodoo wizard's mouth, like a faucet that was not closed tightly, but one was flowing with water, and the other was flowing with blood.

But even so, the voodoo wizard's mouth was foaming with blood as he laughed and said, "It's useless. I advise you not to waste your energy. I really don't know anything."

Clark looked at him and nodded calmly, "Indeed, it seems that no matter how we torture you, you won't tell. After all, we can't hurt you."

The voodoo wizard who was nailed to the wall chuckled. Although his body could not move and he looked extremely miserable, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was not in jail, but attending a harmonious and friendly tea party.

"Since you know that a sword can't kill me, why don't you let me go? Don't worry, I will never pursue you for hurting me."

Clark smiled and shook his head, ignoring his words. He just casually reached into a clay pot on the table, grabbed a handful of moth scale powder from it, and sprinkled it on him. on the "corpse".

Then, with the other party's puzzled eyes, Clark opened five or six wooden boxes containing witchcraft materials and grabbed a lot of various powders, including red iron powder, white lime, and black carbon powder. , and even a small twist of shiny gold dust.

Clark looked at the golden powder on his fingers and joked to the voodoo wizard: "It seems that your business is still very profitable."

“In Egypt, gold symbolizes the sun, men, and the power of life. It is the favorite tribute of the ancient Egyptian gods. It is even said that gold can be used to trade souls with the God of Death.

This is not only the magic system of ancient Egypt, but also the origin of European alchemy. I didn’t expect that you have learned a lot after staying in Egypt for so long.

But now these are just convenient for me! "

As Clark spoke, he used the powder, stained with the blood flowing from the voodoo wizard's wounds, to draw various mysterious symbols and geometric patterns on the walls around his "corpse."

Hermione and Laura both watched him do this with solemn faces, because those kinds of symbols were something they had never seen before.

After all, these symbols are very strange. They are neither ancient hieroglyphs, cuneiforms, oracle bones, nor ancient magic runes that contain magical power.

It was as if this was a type of writing they had never seen before, from a civilization that did not exist in the history of the earth.

Hermione and Laura were both very sure of this.

Of the two of them, one is a historian who graduated from Cambridge University in England, and the other is one of the smartest witches at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Based on the two people's knowledge base, it can be clearly seen that Clark is not just making up some fake text symbols.

There is an internal logic of linguistics among his symbols.

If he could hear what the two of them were saying, Clark would definitely give them a thumbs up.

Their guess was correct. This was indeed a systematic magic text. It was obtained by Clark from the fragments of the godhead of the God of Knowledge, and originated from the Nese runes of the Nese Empire.

It's just that because of the differences in the underlying rules of the world, these runes, which were originally full of powerful magic, are now just some strange symbols in the world of "Harry Potter".

Of course, everyone present did not know this. They only saw Clark writing strange and mysterious words with blood and paint.

Hermione asked curiously: "Are you trying to torture his soul with magic?"

According to her occult knowledge, since the other party's body is immortal, it is always right to target the other party's soul.

"No!"

Clark mentally praised Hermione's cooperation. He quickly finished drawing these Nese runes, stood up, looked at the surprised face of the Voodoo wizard, and said in a pretentious manner: "You know 'Voodoo' 'What does the word mean?"

Hermione was still thinking there, but Laura beside her spoke.

“The term ‘vodou’ should have originated in Benin, a country in West Africa, which is one of the most backward countries in Africa.

Although Voodoo in the true sense was created by Voodoo Queen Raviu in the 18th century, Benin is the cradle of Voodoo.

It originates from the ancient beliefs of the local indigenous people in West Africa. In the local language, Vodou means "god", "spirit" and "soul". "

Clark nodded.

"It's true, but few people know that the origin of Voodoo is actually much older. It's so ancient that it was passed down from generation to generation by an ancient African tribe even before humans left Africa.

Long before the Egyptians built the pyramids and developed their own sacrificial culture, the predecessor of Voodoo was spread on the land of Africa. "

During his summer trip to France last semester, Clark had already fought against voodoo wizards.

After that time, he specifically looked up information in this area, so he was particularly familiar with the information hidden in history.

"The name of that legendary ancient tribe cannot be verified anymore!

But the 'god' they worshiped, or feared, spread.

The so-called ‘vodou’ describes the essence of that ‘god’ and the inheritance of its power.

In the Voodoo worldview, all things have spirits, and these spirits are all emanated from an indescribable and indescribable 'god'.

The spirit flows from the source of God and returns to God with the death of all things. "

"This is very similar to the primitive nature worship of some Druids." Hermione suddenly said, "They all believe that all things have natural animism."

"Yes, so Voodoo has a history longer than the gods of Egypt. It is the most primitive monotheistic sect.

Because of ignorance and fear, some natural spirituality and concepts are given a transcendent, independent character.

After that, ancestor worship, animal worship and element worship were added to these primitive nature worship, developing into the so-called totem sacrifice and ancestor spirit sacrifice.

After that, it is because of the fear of death that the soul is worshiped.

It’s just that history has taken a step further on our side. We have begun to worship the God of Death and speculate about the world after death. The development of gods has also begun to divide the pantheon and establish the underworld, hell and heaven.

But Voodoo has always maintained its primitive state, trying to use the power of magic, refusing the process of return, and refusing death! "

Clark looked at the voodoo wizard hanging on the wall.

"These voodoo wizards have been struggling to escape the curse of death all their lives. They kill spiritual animals and even similar species, and use spiritual materials to create substitutes in an attempt to confuse the existence of death in order to replace their own death.

Therefore, swords cannot kill them. They are not undead, but a strange existence that is neither alive nor dead! "

Clark casually picked up an obsidian dagger from the shelf, stabbed it into the opponent's stomach with force, and sneered:

"But, even if I can't kill you, so what? Are you still a scumbag?

There are many unkillable people in this world. Sometimes, the most painful thing is that life is worse than death. Do you want to be wrapped in a hundred tons of concrete and then sink into the Maradona Trench?

In other words, the soul is imprisoned in the wick and roasted for hundreds of years? "

The wizard on the wall finally changed his expression in front of Clark's arrogance, but looking at the other person's childish face, he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"You talk so powerfully, but you actually do it!

It’s not that we Voodoo wizards have never been dealt with in these ways. You can chop off my head, or burn my body to ashes with fire... But I can guarantee that these are useless. One day, I will return to the world! "

"Really? Isn't it even possible to destroy your soul?"

Clark glanced at him and couldn't stand the rancid smell in this room, so he asked Hermione to open the door and use wind magic to get some air.

"Sometimes, people have to broaden their horizons. This world is not just about voodoo.

Clark faced the voodoo wizard nailed to the wall and said leisurely: "You know, playing with souls is no longer just the right of gods. We are wizards!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, stretched out his slender and white index finger, and gently tapped the other person's forehead.

"Forget it, let me give you a taste of pain first."

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