HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 68 Her Creation
Throwing several spells for concealment and distraction around, Itana leveled the ground with magic, and then took off the monocle.Restore it into a box, then enlarge it to the size of a table, and place it on a flat ground.

Then she took out a wooden, 60-centimeter-high doll model from a satchel with an interior space the size of a room.

Then there are carving knives, quills, colorful glass bottles, and a small alchemy table that was mail-ordered by owls.

Putting these things on the box, Itana half picked up the puppet.

This will serve as the carrier of the puppet, and it is one of her achievements in the past two days. For this reason, she sneaked out at night and smashed several trees on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The model can only be seen to have a human figure with movable joints and mysterious and complicated incantations engraved on the body surface.These runes are written in Niyala script, a language used for sacrifices, which can communicate the magic power that exists naturally in nature to a certain extent.

She placed the puppet on the alchemy table to fix it, and then took out a pair of leather shoes that were still tossing from her schoolbag.

"Backtrack!"

Putting her hand on the shoe, Itana began to retrace the "creature"'s history, a spell she had obtained from the notebook, hoping to discover that the transfiguration that had been applied to the shoe had something to do with the current one. what a difference.

The picture in front of her flashed, and countless fragments began to flash alternately in her mind. What happened to the shoes before began to appear in her mind:

She saw herself push the door into Solo's office, saw Solo hang it on the wall, saw the doorman walking towards it in the dark, saw herself waving a magic wand in the dormitory, and saw the shoes gradually change back to their original form The appearance of ... This is an objective record.

That failed attempt refluxed in Itana's memory, and all the details appeared in her mind, and Itana caught the difference at that moment!
At the moment of casting the spell, the idea that flashed in her mind was—to make it truly a life and have a soul.

"..." Itana opened her eyes and looked at the pair of leather shoes with wrists and ankles cut like a flat surface, as if they were neatly cut off from a living person.

"But I can't see your soul at all." Itana whispered, squinting her eyes to examine every inch of detail.

She doesn't need to eat, the energy of the activity is supported by the magic power she inputs when she casts spells, she can easily understand the words and respond, but her own intelligence is not high...

No, it was something that moved entirely by instinct at the beginning, and that bit of intelligence was only gradually produced after she taught it for a long time.

Itana lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, sorting out every step that needs to be done in her mind.

Weighing the weight of the leather shoes with her hands, she took out two arm-thick pieces of wood from her schoolbag and tied them to the leather shoes.

Itana swung her wand and began trying to polymorph the wood and the shoe into one thing.

This is the law she discovered in the previous Transfiguration practice, changing objects into what she wants, no one stipulates that things cannot be combined.

Magic is a very idealistic power, and more than half of its success depends on the caster's thoughts, and firm belief is the prerequisite for the completion of magic.

For example, at this moment, Itana firmly believes that the leather shoes that have been cast with the transfiguration spell and the wood are bound together to form a whole.

So the two merged little by little in the slow movement of the wand.

It began to melt and slowly spread across the flat surface of the case in a thin layer.The color also became lighter, the black on the leather shoes and the brownish yellow of the wood itself faded and became pale.

Finally, they become a thin layer.

The smooth thin skin was spread out on the surface, and when she reached out to touch it, it felt cool and slightly elastic, and the magic power flowed smoothly in it, and when she touched it, it returned doubtful emotions.

Sure enough, those consciousnesses were preserved.

Feeling the slow twisting of the thin skin under her hand, Itana smiled silently.

She took a breath and then exhaled slowly, tiny beads of sweat emerged from the tip of her nose, which she wiped off casually.

Sensing the magic power remaining in the body, two-thirds... I really can't afford big moves.Itana sighed in her heart, took a bottle of potion on the table, and drank it.

Immediately, she felt that her magic power was recovering rapidly, and the magic power in nature was also replenished at an accelerated rate. At the same time, it was accompanied by bursts of tingling pain from every inch of her body. the necessary price.

The stinging pain will inevitably affect the precision of thoughts and body movements. Instead of taking the next step immediately, Itana took two steps back and sat down against the boulder, waiting for the mana to refill.

It is best to complete the next steps in one go, she must ensure that her state is complete.

If it's not that time is tight, she can temporarily end this step, and leave the next step after a full rest. Unfortunately, the reality is always not as satisfactory, and she just lacks such a little time.

She added another four or five shielding spells around her before she settled down to rest.

Half an hour later, Itana felt the magic power in her body, and stood in front of the table again.

She loosened the thin skin that was imprisoned in place by her, and approached the alchemy table with it.

A puppet model without facial features was fixed on the alchemy table. She opened a bottle, took out a small brush, and applied the potion inside to the model.

After a while, the puppet was painted shiny, and then the luster quickly penetrated inward, and the runes on the surface of the puppet glowed faintly.

Itana covered the puppet model with the corner of the thin skin, and picked up the carving knife in her left hand.Start carving along those runes on the thin skin, nailing the thin skin to the puppet little by little.

This process was going on slowly, halfway through, Itana heard someone passing by outside the surrounding barriers, she didn't pause because of this, and focused on completing every detail in hand.

There are no hidden places in the castle that she can use, and she can even go to the Room of Requirement.But those places are more or less overflowing with too much mottled magic power of unknown origin, and these magic powers that do not belong to themselves will have an unknown impact on the attempt.

Only outside the castle, under the unshaded sky, those chaotic magic power will be diluted by the magic power from nature to create the best environment for her.

The experiment was carried out bit by bit. The pale thin skin covered the charms on the puppet one by one. The tip of the carving knife flashed with a glow of magic power, and each redrawn rune shimmered correspondingly.

Itana felt the magic power in her body flowing into the carving knife along her fingers, and then solidified on each Ni Yalawen, and the puppets under her hand were also covered with a layer of skin.

It's just that these skins are full of dense words, like someone has tattooed blue tattoos all over his body, or a person has been tortured in a thousand ways, and his body is covered with bruises.

This process lasted for a full two hours, the midday sun slanted, and Itana's stomach began to make noises.

As the last bit of skin was perfectly attached to the puppet, itana's brain began to tingle.

Her hand trembled uncontrollably, the carving knife slipped from her hand, and fell onto the table with a bang.

All kinds of light spots flicker in front of Itana's eyes, which is the manifestation of extreme lack of magic power, just like when a person stands up after concentrating on work for a long time, his head will feel dizzy, and the world hangs upside down.

Because the most important step had been completed, Itana didn't need to forcefully insist, and decisively interrupted the operation of the magic power.

She pressed her forehead, put her hands on the table and began to wait for the natural relief of this state.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, she barely managed to stabilize her trembling hands.

Then, a cool touch came from her cheek, and the familiar magic power was introduced into her body.

Ok?
Itana looked over in confusion, a pale arm covered with tiny runes was pressing on her cheek, and a face without facial features was also engraved with mysterious symbols hole.

(End of this chapter)