Magic!

Chapter 77 75. The legend of fifth grade, the thorn bird

"Miss Thorn Bird, the above is the situation of the academy during this period."

A few minutes later, in the room, Arctic Wolf held the phone and said respectfully.

Thorn Bird is one of only two fifth-year students in the history of the college, the other being the mysterious current principal.

Arctic Wolf knows better than anyone that he is just a puppet. The so-called White Wolf Club is just the white gloves that Miss Thorn Bird left in the academy - or maybe they are black gloves. Arctic Wolf has never been able to understand the difference between the two gloves.

"So is there anything else you want to report?" A cold female voice came from the phone.

"Uh, Miss Thorn Bird, there's one more thing."

Arctic Wolf cried into his mobile phone:

"For some reason, I was coerced by the younger brothers and had to teach the freshman named Russell whom I mentioned before.

"But I am the nominal boss of the White Wolf Club, how can I take action at will?

"If I really take action, won't everyone know how weak I am?"

The female voice on the phone was silent for two seconds, and then said: "Have you regressed to the point where you can't even beat a first-year freshman? No matter how lacking in real talent you are, you are still at the level of a second-year student in the Department of Transfiguration and Transformation. .”

"As a first-year student, I should be fine..." Arctic Wolf still maintained a cautious attitude, with a cry in his voice:

"But if I had a back-and-forth fight with a first-year student, my long-established character would be completely destroyed!

"In the eyes of my stupid boys, I am a fourth-year student and one of the top super geniuses in the entire academy. I will definitely be able to kill Russell and his companions with just a few clicks of my fingers."

…

Another corner of the world.

The night was raining like weaving, and big raindrops fell from the sky, turning into an endless crackling in the silent night.

In the car, a woman in a jet-black luxurious Gothic dress leaned back in her chair, holding up her mobile phone, looking at the water droplets slowly sliding down the car window, and the misty portraits woven by neon light and rain outside the car window.

"Such a small matter... you can just handle it yourself." The woman put her cell phone to her ear, her words showing disdain.

"Okay, okay, no trouble, no trouble." The Arctic Wolf's panicked voice came from the phone.

The woman then ordered: "Give the phone to the giant bear. I have something to say to him."

A few seconds later, a deep, magnetic voice came from the phone:

"I am a giant bear, please give me your orders."

"Have you cleared away the ghost of the abandoned tower?" the woman asked.

"I've been there a few times recently and haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary."

"Bring the Arctic wolf with you next time. Certain anomalies may require multiple people to act together to trigger them." The woman said calmly.

"no problem!"

On the third floor of the villa, in a private room.

After the giant bear ended the call, he looked at the boss who was lying on the bed without a trace of grace:

"Arctic Wolf, the two of us will go to the abandoned tower of the Junior Academy together tonight. Use your transformation magic to disguise yourself in advance."

"Why?" Arctic Wolf sat up suddenly.

"Miss Thorn Bird's order." The giant bear didn't explain much, "Anyway, there are no classes in the College of Higher Education, so you can move around freely."

…

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared, darkness eroded the entire sky.

The stars are shining like scattered candies on the black tablecloth.

Russell and Subway walked towards the abandoned tower as promised in the morning.

"By the way, Russell. You are responsible for investigating the ghosts in the tower. Have you obtained any information? What are the anomalies related to the tower?" Subway asked curiously as they walked.

Russell nodded:

"There are many recorded anomalies, most of which have appeared recently. The people involved were all students who walked near the tower or entered the tower illegally."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of documents from Dimensional's pocket and showed them to Subway.

There are many types of related anomalies, including hearing strange sounds, seeing blood-colored letters on the tower, seeing a ball of white hair floating in the air at night, etc.

The only thing in common is that most students who have experienced abnormalities report that their memories seem to have become a little blurred, and they only remember an unforgettable feeling of fear, but lack many specific details.

"There's no useful information, it's all common conventions in ghost movies." Russell commented, "But judging from the long hair, there is a high probability that she is a female ghost."

Speaking of this, Russell said in a very serious tone:

"But this information is useless. Ordinary people who don't understand occult science and have just watched movies know that women and children are most likely to become evil spirits. Well, especially women on the day of their marriage and unborn children."

The ghosts that ordinary people turn into after death cannot be observed with the naked eye and are not harmful. Unless driven by a psychic, they will just wander around aimlessly.

However, under the influence of obsession, resentment or external forces, the Hunxi ghost may transform into a real undead creature, which can be seen by the naked eye and possesses a variety of strange and extraordinary abilities.

Subway tried to analyze the abilities of the haunting spirit from the documents:

"Look, this boy said that when he passed by an abandoned tower at night, he felt an invisible force grabbing his throat and a chill behind his back.

"Perhaps, this ghost has the power of remote throat locking and cold magic. We need to be on guard!"

Russell stared straight ahead without looking back:

"This is a interference project. There is a lot of invalid information in the file, so we need to distinguish it carefully.

"Looking at this description, it's obvious that the autumn clothes are worn inside out.

"Similar jokes posted in QQ groups will only be laughed at by Cambrian fish."

——By the way, Russell used psychic techniques to ask the Cambrian fish, and he was sure that they had never seen human memes and jokes.

Seeing that he was not far from the abandoned tower, Subway stopped, took out his magic pen, and drew in the air.

The professional core magic of the first-year Department of Creation and Summoning is "Creation". When used normally, it takes a while to construct, and the object cannot exist permanently. Objects that are too powerful and delicate will be very difficult to construct.

If you want to quickly create matter in battle, you need to use ready-made spells developed by predecessors. For example, "Cloud Mist", "Grease", and "Water Creation" are all spells used to instantly create specific forms of matter.

"What are you drawing?" Russell looked at the outline of a pistol outlined in the air.

"Large-caliber handgun," Subway answered as he drew.

"I think this thing is ineffective against ghosts." Russell reminded, "I suggest you use a water gun filled with holy water instead."

Subway thought it made sense, so he made a few more strokes, changed the pistol to a water gun, added an arrow, and commented in Chinese that "it contains holy water."

The moment the painting was completed, the pistol materialized and was caught in Subway's hand.

While he was painting at Subway, Russell also pulled out his phone and took the opportunity to check his preparations.

There are 5 photos of stored spells, namely "fireball", "shrinking spell", "suggestion", "spider web spell", and "grease spell". The last two spells come from Subway who voluntarily took pictures.

The spiritual body "The Hidden One" given by Black Amber is still attached to his left hand.

Finally, Russell also prepared a large killing weapon specially used to exorcise evil spirits.

The two walked to the door of the abandoned tower. Russell took out a brass key and inserted it into the rusty iron door.

Crunch.

The door opened.

Inside is a bottomless darkness, and a cold wind blows in your face.

Some chapters are scheduled, so it’s hard to change the release time. I’ll settle the Sita rewards in a day or two and add more updates.