The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

There was an increasingly strong call from the other side of the fog, and DeWitt asked Alice more than once: "Did you hear it?"

Alice always said: "I heard nothing."

DeWitt continued walking until a beam of golden light pierced the thick white fog appeared in front of him, like the light of a sunrise penetrating through the dense forest, waiting for someone to push through the clouds and walk towards the light - DeWitt did so, he

I stepped into the light and completely entered a new world.

In this way, the awakened person who gave up the qualifications to become a god came to the Prince's Chapel, and then stood firm on the rotten and dusty carpet. Looking around, he saw the woman who had been dead for a long time lying beside the closed door, and the woman who was wandering beside the body.

Soul.

A soul, DeWitt approached slowly, and immediately changed his mind. This was just a residual thought, one of the countless parts of a complete soul. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, what happened to her? She

How long have you been dead?

"Hello?" He tried to talk to Cannian, but Cannian didn't answer. He just stood on the corpse, with the lower half of the spirit body overlapping the corpse, lowering his head to read a line of luminous handwriting on the corpse's hand.

He didn't recognize the words, but after reaching out to touch them, the meaning flowed into DeWitt's brain like water seeping into the cracks of the stone. He whispered: "Even if the guidance has long been broken, please become the leader of Elden as soon as possible."

King."

"What did you say?" Alice asked immediately.

"In one sentence," DeWitt said, "it's this line... Can you see it? If you can't see it, don't come out first, beware of accidents."

Alice fell silent.

The poor man who pinned all his hopes on a line of message and couldn't let it go was DeWitt's last thought about the dead woman in white. Then he tried to push the door open, but it couldn't be opened, so he

Reaching for the wand on your waist - whether it's explosion, chopping or deformation...

Alice couldn't help but say: "According to common sense, shouldn't you go back to the chapel to find the key or some key props at this time?"

"You have to have breakthrough thinking. Do you think you are playing a game?" DeWitt forced his way through the blockade of the door and said seriously, "And I've had enough of picking off dead people's armor and touching materials."

"Picking up the enemy's corpse is called trophies," he continued, because there was no one else here, and there was no movement except the howling wind and the moaning of the grass blades. "Looking for things in the corners is called making full use of them.

But what about that woman? I have no grudge against her, and if she continues to mess around, it would be..."

"Your rules are always flexible," Alice said impatiently, "Let's see where this is first!"

This place is like a floating island, with a mist-rolling cliff just outside the building. There is only one way forward, but the chapel behind it has stairs leading to the second floor. Similarly, the door to the stairs is also locked.

Yes, but because we had to work around it, the door was opened in advance.

"New technology," DeWitt said, staring closely at the two boxes in his hands, "the soul is sealed in ashes, like a soul jar..."

"What is a soul-sealing jar?"

"You can understand it as a kind of curse and torture. A living soul is stored in a jar as big as a head. It cannot see the light of day. It will not die and cannot be free. The darkness it endures is all imagined by oneself. Only loneliness and emptiness are

Eternal."

"How cruel," Alice said, "What about these ashes?"

"Probably the dying soul has changed its way of existence and even retained some consciousness, but this may be an ideal situation. Judging from these two ashes... they only retain their instincts."

Alice immediately asked: "What's the use of this?"

"Probably for fighting," DeWitt tried to call the souls in the ashes. After failing, he frowned and said, "It seems that we need some tricks... It will take time to figure out the principle."

"Fighting..." Alice sighed boredly, "Why do we always fight?"

"I want to know why people keep coming to beat me," DeWitt retorted as he moved forward and walked onto a suspension bridge. "More than once, I arrived in a new place and chatted with the locals for a few words, and suddenly there was someone on the other side.

I started to draw my weapons, and the clearest impression in my mind was on Happy Island... There was a man with me, let’s call him Ivan.”

"Real name?"

"The real name, but not the full name," DeWitt said. "Judging from his age at the time, he was my uncle. One time we walked into a cave. There was a woman and many corpses in the cave, and then

Ivan took care of me. He went up alone to chat with the woman - and then the woman kissed him..."

Alice is thoughtful.

"Then the war started, and Ivan was poisoned. Can you imagine how he was poisoned? That woman's mouth was like a cave..." DeWitt complained, "Dirty and smelly."<

/p>

"Let's take a look at the statue in front," Alice changed the subject and said, "Why don't we get closer?"

DeWitt slowed down, because he felt an ominous omen from the flowing air. Before he could carefully observe the details of the statue, a bloated figure jumped up behind the statue, crossed the statue, and landed in the middle of the open space, like

The big-bellied spider fell from the broken silk when its head was floating. There is no elegance and cruelty of the predator, only the ugliness and stupidity after twisting and almost madness.

"So ugly," DeWitt whispered through the smoke, "a disgusting product of evil surgery."

The creature in front of me has multiple limbs inserted into its body. Most of these limbs are arms of different thicknesses and lengths, and most of the arms hold weapons. The body is like a meat ball, crawling on the ground like an arthropod. The only head is contrastingly handsome.

, that delicate little mouth opened to the limit, the thin white neck raised upwards, and suddenly let out a continuous muddy scream.

The harsh noise caused DeWitt to have symptoms of tinnitus. He took a few steps back to distance himself and carefully observed the monster's next move. At the same time, he also had unrealistic expectations in his heart - hoping that there was something hidden beneath the monster's ugly appearance.

He has a friendly heart and can communicate in a friendly manner, but the monster rushes over waving the sword and shield in his hand.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you fight back?" Alice asked DeWitt, who was dodging sideways, "Do you want to invite him to Wonderland for a cup of afternoon tea?"

"I'm estimating its reaction and strength." DeWitt shook his wand in the direction of the monster. The moist mist spread from the edge of the cliff and quickly turned into ice and froze most of the dancing arms.

and the flailing legs, only the arm holding a dark golden sword and a large shield can still move freely - but now the monster looks ridiculous like an unlucky spider trapped in amber struggling - at this time,

DeWitt stepped forward, turned his wand into a sword, and exchanged a few moves as if they were sparring with a dummy target.

"What's the result?"

"Wise, but confused," DeWitt put away his posture, took a few steps back and lowered his arms. The sword turned into a wand again. He watched the monster squirm coldly and said, "The power is mixed and useless. The original intention of adding more arms is

It should be to become stronger, but the person who came up with this method is not very smart, and the person who practices this method does not have the ability to think independently. He just sees this kind of thing and associates it with the feelings of all participants in the process...

…It makes me uncontrollably annoyed.”

The ice layer that imprisoned the monster further cooled down, and the completely frozen parts began to penetrate deep into the monster's interior. The shrunken skin became discolored and cracked, and finally reached the limit and completely shattered. The monster turned into a pile of hardened corpses, and what flowed out from the corpses was not complete.

Soul, but a soul power that is close to the power of the secret source, but more chaotic and incomplete.

DeWitt felt it carefully, stood with his head lowered for a moment, and remembered the difference.