Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"I do not understand you."

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

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

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

When he was in the field of fire, he just spent 500 experience points and exchanged it for a 1st-level ability [Controlling Objects] of [Psychic Transformation System].

[Controlling Small Objects]: Level 1 ability, consumes 1 point of psionic energy, you can move small objects of 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 additional psionic power)

With this ability, coupled with his [Rope Art] skill as high as 50 points, he quickly uncovered the rope tied to Kuyla's hand, and the two escaped before the flames burned down the house.

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

"You'll see in a minute, Countess."

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

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

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

"What are you trying to do, 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, they will spend the rest of their lives in prison."

"Because of the murder, they murdered the newcomer designer who made a name for himself."

"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 I am first, and let me narrow down the scope. I have been stained with too much blood on my feet along the way, and there are countless losers who fell in front of me. If you don't say it, I know who it is?"

As these carefully edited and processed videos were played, the countess's face became paler and paler, and the eyes of the guests around her became more and more strange.

Turns out she was a murderer!

"No, these are all fakes, they are all faked using magic."

The Countess shouted in an attempt to confuse the public, but the seeds of doubt, once planted, were not so easily rooted out.

Besides, the Countess in the image was full of vigor, and her demeanor, actions, and tone of voice were exactly the same as the real person, so how could it be fake.

In the end, the image stopped at the last scene. The Countess threw down the windproof lighter in her hand and slowly shouted out, "I'm looking forward to it."

Clark looked at the countess whose heart was ashes, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Look, we really brought what you were looking forward to, no surprise, no surprise!

There is even more surprise. Just now, this video was also repeatedly broadcast on TV stations in Paris and even other countries. So you've made a name for yourself as an attempted murderer, Countess. "

"No, no, not yet, as long as you are eliminated, I will still be the countess." She was already a little crazy, and she instructed her bald butler and the recruited dark wizard to let them go forward and kill Kuira together.

The bald butler was very obedient. With a little toes, the explosive recoil force instantly made him leap over a distance of more than ten meters and leap to the second floor. His black fist the size of a casserole slammed heavily towards Kuira's face.

On the other hand, the dark wizard who was recruited by the countess saw that the situation was not good, and as soon as he turned around, he was ready to Apparate and escape.

But in the next moment, a black gas suddenly emerged from the void, transformed into a ferocious pitch-black magic claw, and fished it towards the dark wizard, interrupting his spellcasting.

"Little brother, this muscle head will be handed over to you."

Kuira's explanation fell, and her whole body dissipated under the fist of the bald butler like a burst of bubbles.

It turned out that the one just now was just a phantom she left behind. As for her real person at the moment, she had already stopped in front of the dark wizard. After all, that person still had a voodoo doll tainted with Kuira's breath on his hand. 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 let you do it last time~www.readwn.com~ If I don't return it, I'll be unhappy in my heart."

The bald butler was silent, but he could understand what he meant by looking at his fists covered with iron-blooded fighting qi.

"what!"

The start of the battle was only in an instant. The bald butler shouted loudly and grabbed the crowd first. The huge sound was like thunder, and then the iron fist with the strong wind blasted out heavily.

As a melee knight, if converted to Faerûn's profession, he is at least a fighter with an eighth or ninth professional level. In a narrow space such as a corridor, it can be said that he is fighting against a weak spellcaster. is to take advantage.

However, in the face of the enemy's approach, Clark did not panic. Instead, he smiled slightly, tilted his head, and took a half step back.

With just this tiny movement, he just avoided the punch of the bald butler. The other party's violent punch would just wipe his face, and the strong wind it brought up only made his skin hurt.

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

Clark still had the mind to joke at this time, "Can your grudge stop bullets?"

The hair on the bald butler's body stood on end. If it weren't for him having no hair, he might even look like a hedgehog on his head at this moment.

"boom!"

Gunshots sounded.

The burning gunpowder pushed the warhead to rotate and fly out. The stimulation from the dangerous instinct made the bald butler subconsciously scream. The muscles of the whole person were tense, and the legs exerted force, like a horse monkey who was stepped on its tail. Back off.