Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

It's as if the waves hit the rocks and the eggs hit the rocks!

The encounter between Neville and the dark grimace was only a moment, and the outcome was decided.

The faint white light formed a spherical shield to protect him, which was a newly learned 2nd-level protection spell [Resist Energy Damage].

On the way before he came, Clark had reminded Neville that there might be a fight later, and reminded him to set the energy type of resistance to negative energy.

Sure enough, under the protection of the magic shield, the breath of death attached to the face of the jet-black ghost was instantly offset and bounced away.

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

In this way, Neville took a step and easily rushed to the front of the Voodoo wizard, and the goblin dagger in his hand shot out and stabbed at the enemy.

Fortunately, he also knew that he was going to stay alive, so he didn't hit the vitals directly, but just pierced the opponent's shoulder blades, and at the same time, the body strengthened by [Growing Giant] pushed the enemy and nailed it to the wall.

Dark red blood dripped on the floor, Clark looked at the voodoo wizard who was hanging in the air, unable to move, and stood up in the other's panicked eyes.

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

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

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

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

In addition to these, there are various bottles and jars on the big table in the innermost part of the room.

Clark walked over to the table and saw sun-dried toads, dry fingers with sharp fingernails, rat heads, bundles of antelope horns bound up, and brightly colored local textiles woven from dead people's hair .

Clark didn't move these things, just walked to the other side of the table, where there was also a wooden shelf with blood sacrifices, leaning against the wall.

On wooden shelves, necklaces made of lion teeth; paints used to smear the body, mixed with blood and ashes; ornate priest costumes and decorative witchcraft.

In addition, there are some sacrificial processing tools of different sizes, such as hammers for breaking bones, daggers for opening chests, large knives for beheading...

Clark picked it up, took a javelin that was about the same length as himself from the shelf, flipped it twice in his hand, tried it out, and nodded with satisfaction.

The voodoo wizard hanging on the wall over there looked at Clark's movements, grinned, showing dark yellow rotten teeth, and made a silent mockery.

The next moment, Clark suddenly turned around, twisted his waist and swung 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 can you do such a thing!"

Because the heart was pierced, the 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 wind and waves, it is really unacceptable to see a child who is only thirteen or fourteen years old.

She stepped forward in a panic, wanting to check the situation of the voodoo wizard, even if the man was pierced, and he couldn't die any longer, she still held 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 bleeding face of Qiqiao. It was only a palm away from her face, and the death looked terrible.

"Ah~"

In such a terrifying situation, even Laura, who thought she was daring and dared to go deep into the tomb, screamed in fright. on the voodoo wizard's cheek.

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

And the voodoo wizard turned around the red and swollen cheeks that she kicked, and used her broken lungs to make a strange sound leaking air, and said triumphantly.

"Hey, you, yes, hey, you can't kill me."

At this moment, Hermione and Neville frowned. They were not priests and priests of the Holy See. Dealing with such undead creatures was a bit unprofessional.

Fortunately, Clark's face as the backbone is still very calm, it seems that this situation has been expected.

I saw him walking in front of the voodoo wizard, reaching out and grabbing the javelin that pierced through the opponent's heart, and turning it in a circle and a half, completely crushing the opponent's heart.

Blood flowed from the mouth of the voodoo wizard, like an unplugged faucet, but one was water and the other was blood.

But even so, the voodoo wizard said with blood foaming in his mouth, "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 say anything. After all, we can't hurt you."

The voodoo wizard who was nailed to the wall smiled. Although he couldn't move his body and looked miserable, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was not in a prison, but participating in a harmonious and friendly tea party.

"Since you know that swords can't kill me, why didn't you let me go? Don't worry, I will never hold you accountable for hurting me."

Clark smiled and shook his head, ignoring what he said. He just casually put his hand into a clay pot on the table, and then grabbed a handful of moth scale powder and sprinkled it on him. on the "corpse".

Then, looking at the other person'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 toner. , and even a small twist of shiny gold dust.

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

"In Egypt, gold symbolized the sun, man, and the power of life. It was the favorite tribute of ancient Egyptian gods, and it was even said that gold and death could be traded for souls.

This is not only the spell system of ancient Egypt, but also the origin of European alchemy. I didn’t expect you to stay in Egypt for so long and learn a lot.

But now these are just convenient for me! "

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

Both Hermione and Laura watched him do this with a solemn expression, because they had never seen those kinds of symbols.

After all, these symbols are very peculiar. They are neither ancient hieroglyphs, cuneiform and oracle bones, nor ancient Rune runes with magical powers.

It's as if it's a script they've never seen, from a civilization that doesn't exist in Earth's history.

For this, Hermione and Laura are very sure.

The two of them, a historian from the University of Cambridge in England, and one of the brightest witches at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

With the knowledge reserves of the two, it can be seen that Clark is not just making up some fake characters.

Between these symbols of his, there is the inner logic of linguistics.

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

They guessed right, this is indeed a systematic magical script, which Clark obtained from the godhead fragment of the God of Knowledge, and the Nether rune from the Nether Empire.

It's just that because of the different 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, the people present naturally didn't 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 spells?"

According to her mysticism knowledge, since the body of the opponent is immortal, it is always right to target the soul of the opponent.

"No!"

Clark complimented Hermione's cooperation in his heart, and soon finished drawing these color-resistant runes, stood up, looked at the surprised face of the Voodoo wizard, and pretended to be mysterious: "You know 'voodoo' 'What does the word mean?"

Hermione was still thinking, but Laura, who was beside her, spoke up.

"The word 'voodoo' 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 in the 18th century by the voodoo queen Lavieux, Benin is the cradle of voodoo birth.

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

Clark nodded.

"That's right, but few people know that the origin of voodoo is actually even more ancient, so ancient that it was passed down from generation to generation in 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 in Africa. "

Clark had already met voodoo wizards once during a summer trip to France last term.

After that time, he specially consulted the information in this area, so he was particularly familiar with the information hidden in history.

"The name of that legendary ancient tribe is unverifiable!

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

The so-called 'voodoo' is to describe the essence of that 'god' and the inheritance of its power.

In the worldview of voodoo, everything has a spirit, and these spirits are all flowed out by an indescribable and indescribable "god".

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

"It's very similar to the primitive nature worship of some Druid sects." Hermione said suddenly, "They all believe that everything has a spirit."

"Yeah, so the history of voodoo is longer than that of the Egyptian gods, it is the most primitive monotheistic sect.

Because of ignorance and fear, certain natural spirituality and concepts are given a trans-natural, independent character.

After that, some ancestor worship, animal worship and element worship were added to these primitive nature worship, which developed into the so-called totem worship and ancestor worship.

After that, it is the fear of death that worships the soul.

It's just that history has gone further on our side. We have begun to worship the **** of death and speculate about the world after death. The development of gods has also begun to divide the gods and establish the underworld, **** and heaven.

But voodoo has always maintained its original state, trying to use the power of magic to refuse the process of returning and refuse to die! "

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 the same kind, and use those spiritual materials to create substitutes, trying to confuse the existence of death to replace their own death.

Therefore, swords cannot kill them, they are not undead, but a peculiar existence that is neither life nor death! "

Clark picked up an obsidian dagger from the shelf and stabbed it into the opponent's stomach, sneering:

"However, even if it doesn't kill you, so what? Not a scumbag?

There are many people who can't be killed in this world. Sometimes, life is worse than death. Do you want to be wrapped in a hundred tons of concrete and sink into the Maradona Trench?

Or, the soul is imprisoned in the wick and roasted for hundreds of years? "

The wizard on the wall finally changed his face in front of Clark's wild words, but looking at the immature face of the other party, he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"You said it so powerfully, but do it!

It's not that our voodoo wizards have not been cleaned up with these methods, you can cut off my head, or burn my body to ashes with fire... but I can guarantee that these are all It is useless, one day, I will return to the world! "

"Well, is it impossible to even destroy your soul?"

Clark glanced at him, really couldn't stand the rancid smell in this room, and let Hermione open the door and use wind magic to breathe.

"Sometimes, people have to open their eyes a little bit, this world is not only your voodoo.

Facing the voodoo wizard nailed to the wall, Clark said leisurely: "You know, playing with the soul is no longer just the right of the gods, we are wizards!"

After speaking, he raised his right hand, stretched out his slender and white index finger, and gently tapped it on the other's forehead.

"Forget it, let's give you some pain first."

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