Chapter 39
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 39
The desk was cleaned up by Amosta. In order to avoid damage, even the candlestick and the photo of him and Grandma Ferrena were moved to other places.
Before starting to move, he glanced at the opposite monitoring wall. Hogwarts was peaceful, and nothing special happened.
After sighing, Amosta went back to the bedside to fetch his suitcase, searched for it, and took out a very strange candlestick from it.
The lower part of this candlestick is a voodoo doll with two eyes as big as a baby's fist and bared teeth reaching below the earlobes. The doll's head is about half the size of its body, its body is black, and its swollen face hangs A terrifying smile.
As for the material used to make this doll, Amosta is unwilling to delve into it
He bought this alchemy item from the trading market in the underground world, and the wizard who sold it came from Ouagadougou in Africa.
Among all the countries with prosperous magical civilization, Ouagadougou is probably the most chaotic area. The reason for this may be the impact of the local complex Muggle social order.
Up to now, there are still many people living in the form of tribes there, and the leaders of these tribes are generally witches with a long heritage.
The tribal witch festival still retains many cruel and bloody spells that have been handed down from ancient times. Cursing and sacrifice are their best methods. To be honest, even a powerful wizard like Amosta is unwilling. It's easy to provoke these perverts.
On top of the voodoo doll's head, the upper part of the candlestick is a transparent tube containing candle liquid. Since the doll has not been used, the tube is clean and free of any stains.
Next, it's time to make candle liquid.
Amosta reached into the box again, and after a while, he took out a bottle of scarlet dragon's blood.
This bottle of dragon blood came from the Norwegian red-scaled dragon that Amosta killed. At that time, he collected a lot of dragon blood. Because he was afraid that a large number of shots would arouse the vigilance of the Ministry of Magic, Amosta had a lot of dragon blood reserves.
As we all know, almost the whole body of a fire dragon is full of treasures, especially the dragon's blood and nerves contain rich magic power, which is an excellent raw material for potion and spellcasting.
He poured the dragon's blood into the transparent tube above the voodoo doll's head, and looked at the crystal red mist on the surface of the slightly rippling liquid. Amosta nodded in satisfaction. Then, it was time to pay a little price.
Amosta shook his sleeves, exposing his arms, a dark silver light flashed in the dark air, and the spouting blood condensed into a meandering stream under the effect of magic power, precisely and accurately in the tube. Confluence of dragon blood.
The ominous magic power escaping from the office seems to be able to swallow the light, and the candlesticks placed on the bookshelf, whose radiance is stable, are getting dimmer and dimmed, as if they are stained with dust.
Amosta looked solemn, and the two vortexes in his lavender eyes seemed to be slowly flowing. He kept shaking his wand, and black, tadpole-like demons emerged from the wand filled with gray light. Wen, these tadpole runes seem to have vitality, they swim in the void in front of Amosta, leaving light-colored ink marks on the space.
"Go--"
Following Amosta's slightly majestic command, hundreds of tadpole runes rushed towards the dragon's blood mixed with Amosta's blood like tired birds returning to the forest.
Suddenly, a strange breeze blew up in the quiet room, the tadpole mane pushed the blood to spin, and the blood-red tiny electric lights burst out from time to time on the sunken liquid surface, which looked shocking.
The magic power that Amosta continuously injects into it is like a gray air current. Under the catalysis of his own magic power, the magic power contained in the tadpole rune gradually merges with the magic power in the blood, and the dragon blood gradually changes from a smooth liquid to a thick state. Before the blood was completely solidified, Amosta pulled a lock of hair from his head and threw it in. At this point, a bright red candle with a wick was finally made.
In the dark, Amosta wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and put his shoulders slightly, but his expression was not relaxed.
"Pong!"
The lit candle protruded a nearly three-foot-high, golden-yellow flame with a dark gray halo. Looking from a distance, it looked like a vigorously burning torch was inserted above the head of a voodoo doll.
It stands to reason that a candle burning at such a terrifying speed can only last a few minutes at most before being extinguished. However, the thick body of this strange candle has never shrunk, as if what is consumed is not the candle liquid and candle wick.
"It's up to you"
Amosta's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he murmured softly. Then, he stood upright in front of the voodoo doll, raised the tip of his cane to the sky, with an extremely solemn expression, and his low tone seemed to be making a solemn oath!
"I—Amosta Bryan, voluntarily accept the invitation of the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—Albus Dumbledore, to serve as an assistant professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
hum!
The moment the oath was made, the air in the office suddenly trembled violently. An extremely powerful and evil force of curse that was forced to act suddenly fell on Amosta across the barrier of time and space. In a trance, he It seemed that the wailing wailing of countless tortured and brutally murdered people before they died sounded in my ears!
At this moment, Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting behind a desk with slender legs in the circular office on the eighth floor, suddenly woke up from his contemplation. He suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Amosta's office, solemnly And the sharp blue eyes seemed to penetrate the barriers of layers of walls, watching what Amosta was doing at the moment as if he was on the scene.
The moment Voldemort cast the curse power on his body, it was transferred out by the substitute prepared by Amosta. However, after the actual curse power rushed into the body of the voodoo doll, he quickly found that he was being attacked. cheated.
An angry roar resounded in the nothingness, and the cursing power that contained trembling magic power instantly formed a tangible and rapidly expanding dark bubble. After wrapping the voodoo doll, it quickly approached Amosta!
Seeing that the magic that replaced the curse was about to fail, Amosta was not flustered. His eyelids moved slightly, and his slightly frowned eyebrows added a bit of majesty to his indifferent expression. At a distance of two feet, Amosta suddenly withdrew his raised right hand, and the tip of his staff firmly pressed against the power of the curse that had already materialized!
call!
The continuous strong wind formed by the confrontation between the expansive curse and the powerful magic power pouring out from the tip of Amostar's staff swept across the entire office, and every inch of space was filled with fleeting gray lightning.
Even the images on the monitoring wall were continuously flickering due to the violent magic magnetic field covering the entire floor.
The mysterious vortex in Amosta's eyes began to spin again, and the whole body was bathed in a layer of thin and imperceptible twilight. The magical power swallowed by the tip of the staff was like the tide of a typhoon, and each wave was stronger than the last. !
As time passed, the bubble formed by the curse power gradually fell downwind, it slowly shrank, and was forced back into the body of the voodoo doll inch by inch.
And at the moment when it disappeared completely, a slender crack suddenly appeared on the towering nose of the voodoo doll with a grinning face, and the originally vigorously burning magic fire seemed to have been hit hard. Only one-third of the original remains.
In the circular office, Principal Dumbledore had a wry smile on his mouth, stood up unconsciously, and sat back slowly with his hand on Fox's paw.
As for Professor Lockhart, whose office is on the third floor, he was about to sleep in the faculty dormitory while he was breathing heavily and rubbing his eyes. A large jar of vitality tonic is average!
"Oh, lucky little Nika!"
Lockhart returned to the desk with a happy smile, took out the gorgeous peacock quill from the pen holder, and began to write vigorously.
"Congratulations on receiving my reply one day earlier!"
"It's really not easy to deal with——"
In the messy room, Amosta stared at the voodoo doll with fine lines, and finally showed a relaxed smile. . .
ps: Sorry everyone, I have to bid on Tuesday, and I have to stay up late tonight to make bids, and I can only update once on Monday, and I will make up when I have time.
(End of this chapter)
The desk was cleaned up by Amosta. In order to avoid damage, even the candlestick and the photo of him and Grandma Ferrena were moved to other places.
Before starting to move, he glanced at the opposite monitoring wall. Hogwarts was peaceful, and nothing special happened.
After sighing, Amosta went back to the bedside to fetch his suitcase, searched for it, and took out a very strange candlestick from it.
The lower part of this candlestick is a voodoo doll with two eyes as big as a baby's fist and bared teeth reaching below the earlobes. The doll's head is about half the size of its body, its body is black, and its swollen face hangs A terrifying smile.
As for the material used to make this doll, Amosta is unwilling to delve into it
He bought this alchemy item from the trading market in the underground world, and the wizard who sold it came from Ouagadougou in Africa.
Among all the countries with prosperous magical civilization, Ouagadougou is probably the most chaotic area. The reason for this may be the impact of the local complex Muggle social order.
Up to now, there are still many people living in the form of tribes there, and the leaders of these tribes are generally witches with a long heritage.
The tribal witch festival still retains many cruel and bloody spells that have been handed down from ancient times. Cursing and sacrifice are their best methods. To be honest, even a powerful wizard like Amosta is unwilling. It's easy to provoke these perverts.
On top of the voodoo doll's head, the upper part of the candlestick is a transparent tube containing candle liquid. Since the doll has not been used, the tube is clean and free of any stains.
Next, it's time to make candle liquid.
Amosta reached into the box again, and after a while, he took out a bottle of scarlet dragon's blood.
This bottle of dragon blood came from the Norwegian red-scaled dragon that Amosta killed. At that time, he collected a lot of dragon blood. Because he was afraid that a large number of shots would arouse the vigilance of the Ministry of Magic, Amosta had a lot of dragon blood reserves.
As we all know, almost the whole body of a fire dragon is full of treasures, especially the dragon's blood and nerves contain rich magic power, which is an excellent raw material for potion and spellcasting.
He poured the dragon's blood into the transparent tube above the voodoo doll's head, and looked at the crystal red mist on the surface of the slightly rippling liquid. Amosta nodded in satisfaction. Then, it was time to pay a little price.
Amosta shook his sleeves, exposing his arms, a dark silver light flashed in the dark air, and the spouting blood condensed into a meandering stream under the effect of magic power, precisely and accurately in the tube. Confluence of dragon blood.
The ominous magic power escaping from the office seems to be able to swallow the light, and the candlesticks placed on the bookshelf, whose radiance is stable, are getting dimmer and dimmed, as if they are stained with dust.
Amosta looked solemn, and the two vortexes in his lavender eyes seemed to be slowly flowing. He kept shaking his wand, and black, tadpole-like demons emerged from the wand filled with gray light. Wen, these tadpole runes seem to have vitality, they swim in the void in front of Amosta, leaving light-colored ink marks on the space.
"Go--"
Following Amosta's slightly majestic command, hundreds of tadpole runes rushed towards the dragon's blood mixed with Amosta's blood like tired birds returning to the forest.
Suddenly, a strange breeze blew up in the quiet room, the tadpole mane pushed the blood to spin, and the blood-red tiny electric lights burst out from time to time on the sunken liquid surface, which looked shocking.
The magic power that Amosta continuously injects into it is like a gray air current. Under the catalysis of his own magic power, the magic power contained in the tadpole rune gradually merges with the magic power in the blood, and the dragon blood gradually changes from a smooth liquid to a thick state. Before the blood was completely solidified, Amosta pulled a lock of hair from his head and threw it in. At this point, a bright red candle with a wick was finally made.
In the dark, Amosta wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and put his shoulders slightly, but his expression was not relaxed.
"Pong!"
The lit candle protruded a nearly three-foot-high, golden-yellow flame with a dark gray halo. Looking from a distance, it looked like a vigorously burning torch was inserted above the head of a voodoo doll.
It stands to reason that a candle burning at such a terrifying speed can only last a few minutes at most before being extinguished. However, the thick body of this strange candle has never shrunk, as if what is consumed is not the candle liquid and candle wick.
"It's up to you"
Amosta's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he murmured softly. Then, he stood upright in front of the voodoo doll, raised the tip of his cane to the sky, with an extremely solemn expression, and his low tone seemed to be making a solemn oath!
"I—Amosta Bryan, voluntarily accept the invitation of the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—Albus Dumbledore, to serve as an assistant professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
hum!
The moment the oath was made, the air in the office suddenly trembled violently. An extremely powerful and evil force of curse that was forced to act suddenly fell on Amosta across the barrier of time and space. In a trance, he It seemed that the wailing wailing of countless tortured and brutally murdered people before they died sounded in my ears!
At this moment, Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting behind a desk with slender legs in the circular office on the eighth floor, suddenly woke up from his contemplation. He suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Amosta's office, solemnly And the sharp blue eyes seemed to penetrate the barriers of layers of walls, watching what Amosta was doing at the moment as if he was on the scene.
The moment Voldemort cast the curse power on his body, it was transferred out by the substitute prepared by Amosta. However, after the actual curse power rushed into the body of the voodoo doll, he quickly found that he was being attacked. cheated.
An angry roar resounded in the nothingness, and the cursing power that contained trembling magic power instantly formed a tangible and rapidly expanding dark bubble. After wrapping the voodoo doll, it quickly approached Amosta!
Seeing that the magic that replaced the curse was about to fail, Amosta was not flustered. His eyelids moved slightly, and his slightly frowned eyebrows added a bit of majesty to his indifferent expression. At a distance of two feet, Amosta suddenly withdrew his raised right hand, and the tip of his staff firmly pressed against the power of the curse that had already materialized!
call!
The continuous strong wind formed by the confrontation between the expansive curse and the powerful magic power pouring out from the tip of Amostar's staff swept across the entire office, and every inch of space was filled with fleeting gray lightning.
Even the images on the monitoring wall were continuously flickering due to the violent magic magnetic field covering the entire floor.
The mysterious vortex in Amosta's eyes began to spin again, and the whole body was bathed in a layer of thin and imperceptible twilight. The magical power swallowed by the tip of the staff was like the tide of a typhoon, and each wave was stronger than the last. !
As time passed, the bubble formed by the curse power gradually fell downwind, it slowly shrank, and was forced back into the body of the voodoo doll inch by inch.
And at the moment when it disappeared completely, a slender crack suddenly appeared on the towering nose of the voodoo doll with a grinning face, and the originally vigorously burning magic fire seemed to have been hit hard. Only one-third of the original remains.
In the circular office, Principal Dumbledore had a wry smile on his mouth, stood up unconsciously, and sat back slowly with his hand on Fox's paw.
As for Professor Lockhart, whose office is on the third floor, he was about to sleep in the faculty dormitory while he was breathing heavily and rubbing his eyes. A large jar of vitality tonic is average!
"Oh, lucky little Nika!"
Lockhart returned to the desk with a happy smile, took out the gorgeous peacock quill from the pen holder, and began to write vigorously.
"Congratulations on receiving my reply one day earlier!"
"It's really not easy to deal with——"
In the messy room, Amosta stared at the voodoo doll with fine lines, and finally showed a relaxed smile. . .
ps: Sorry everyone, I have to bid on Tuesday, and I have to stay up late tonight to make bids, and I can only update once on Monday, and I will make up when I have time.
(End of this chapter)
