Chapter 376 The shit shovel trying to rebel (6K)

Bathsheda's cheeks turned red with anger, and she said firmly: "If we get lost, we can turn back!"

"ah?"

Rogge felt as if a flock of crows were flying above his head, and he wondered how she could speak so confidently about Lu Chi's situation. Just because your mountain is big can’t make you right or wrong.

"Let's use the Floo network to go to the outskirts of Moscow." He firmly refused, and explained: "Once we leave the British magical world, we are not familiar with each other, and it will be difficult to find the wizard's tavern. And you are still a person with a very good memory. Okay, Lu Chi, just listen to me."

"But what if..."

"Professor, trust me!" Seeing that Bathsheda seemed a little shaken, Rogge immediately added: "When I can't find the way, I can find someone to help. Or we can come back and follow your route."

"I fainted from Floo Network..." While she was still hesitating, Rogge grabbed her and walked back.

The two found a wizard tavern, and Rogge stood in the fireplace and read out his destination: "Finnesta!" In a blink of an eye, they arrived at Alexander's hunter's cabin.

"Ah... sneeze." Rogge was so stimulated by the ashes that he sneezed repeatedly. Before he could step out of the fireplace, Bathsheda appeared closely behind him.

boom!

Rogge turned his head to look, and saw the round curves under the white shirt rushing towards him. Bathsheda grew up in a wizarding family, and has been busy exploring and studying runes since she graduated.

Although I have been to many places for adventure, they were all on foot. Once you use the Floo Network, you will always be amazed by the continuously changing scenes.

Yuumi in Rogge's arms was completely submerged by two soft white clouds, and she was at a loss. Its small body struggled, trying to get a breath of air from the suffocation.

But the clouds on its body were huge and heavy, not as light as imagined. The soft touch made the cat fall into the world of velvet. It couldn't help barking and scratching at random with its claws.

The wind at high latitudes is slightly cool, making people's body temperature even hotter through the cracks in the door.

Bathsheda felt something underneath her body that kept turning her head. Although she was dizzy, she couldn't see her surroundings clearly. But she still felt something pressing down on her, and she got up hastily and tried to get away from the fireplace.

However, the small fireplace limited her movement. Her head was dizzy, and the more she wanted to get up, the less energy she could muster. Yuumi finally got out a small cat's head, and then it was firmly pressed by two mountains.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Bathsheda twisted her body and used her hands to catch the cricket pupa in front of her. The ashes fell on the fireplace, the two men looked gray and sneezed one after another.

Yuumi screamed helplessly. It never thought that one day the Twolegs would rebel! Rogge propped himself up, trying to escape, but when he exerted force, Yumi was squeezed even more painfully.

He had to lower his breathing rate and huddle his body to give Yuumi more room to move.

"What a strange feeling..." Bathsheda bowed her back and looked down.

Rogge took the opportunity to stick his head out, looked at her face stained with black ash, and reminded softly: "Youmi is about to be crushed to death..."

"Ah?!" Bathsheda quickly reached out to catch the kitten, and soon touched the kitten at the foot of the mountain.

"It seems to be crushed!" She said a little cutely, and took Yumi out in front of her. Yuumi glared at the villain in front of her and cursed loudly to vent her dissatisfaction.

"I have a magic potion in my bag that can cure bruises caused by falls." She pinched Yumi's face and said, "Hey, it doesn't seem to be able to cure bruises."

Rogge's face turned red, and he bowed like a prawn to hide his embarrassment: "Professor, get out now!"

"Huh? Oh oh oh!" Bathsheda then realized that there was a flesh pad under her body. No wonder she didn't feel any pain when she fell out of the floo network just now.

She stretched out her hand to prop herself up and slapped Rogge's muscles. There was an indescribable and wonderful feeling about her strong body, which gave her an inexplicable and complex emotion that was irresistible.

A stream of spiritual power emanated from her body, like clouds exuding the scent of ancient literature, very soft. She realized that something was not good about the situation, but the white spiritual power on the surface of their bodies deeply bound each other.

In the file box, the papyrus manuscripts preserved in glass bricks glowed. Under its guidance, Bathsheda's spiritual power gradually covered Rogge's body.

Her heart beat as fast as a drum, as if she would be broken if she hit it harder. Rogge looked up and found that this witch who was always obsessed with rune research and chattering endlessly during lectures actually had a shy and youthful side.

"What's wrong?" Rogge noticed something was wrong, and Bathsheda seemed to be in an empty state.

"I, I don't know!" Bathsheda shook her head. She struggled to leave, but her body was unable to move even closer under the control of her spirit.

Gradually, she sensed a deep and silent purple-black light group. That was Rogge's spiritual power, which had always been hidden deep in his body and had never been released. The darkness and depression he experienced never disappeared, but continued to breed deep in his heart.

Bathsheda realized that she could not allow the two spiritual forces to continue to come into contact. However, she was unable to move, but she could only watch as her mental power turned into a meteorite and crashed into the ocean below.

The next moment, she seemed to have drunk endless wine, and she was completely forgetful and intoxicated.

Even if Rogge wanted to escape at this time, the spiritual attraction, like a chain of imprisonment, tightly trapped him, making it impossible to escape.

The arrival of the clouds stirred up some waves in the silent sea. The waves rise one after another, stacking up more and more rapidly. Under a gentle and broad caress, the purple-black spirit can also release the suppressed storm without reservation.

The darkness that had never been revealed was completely released at this moment without any scruples. The clouds in the sky absorb the water vapor rolled up by the waves and continue to strengthen.

A faint purple light spread from Rogge's body, quickly surpassing the bright white color. The waves roll up endlessly, even bringing in soft clouds.

The gentle touch was completely different from the surging waves. Rogge felt excited. He had never imagined that the blooming of spiritual power was such a high-level thing.

The waves are constantly rolling, and the clouds are changing in front of the turbulent waves. It was rubbed and squeezed by the waves, but it became more solid and stronger, revealing a shimmer of white jade.

"Don't..." Bathsheda warned in a low voice, but neither of them could control their own mental power. They are already entangled, and they may not give up if they don't decide the outcome.

Even in this offensive, she was the one initiating the attack. But she still felt that the situation was becoming dangerous, because Rogge's mental power was broader, and once it was fully activated, it would drown her pitiful white clouds.

But the resonance of spiritual power makes people want to stop, just like the waves hitting the white cloud dam one after another. Attacked again and again, the violent waves gained complete victory. It destroyed all obstacles and rolled up a terrifying tsunami.

The misty clouds became softer and softer. They found their own characteristics and were not afraid of the storm below. The clouds on the sea were rapidly expanding, and the white fluorescence from the outside overwhelmed the purple-black halo on Rogge's body.

On the panel that Rogge had no time to pay attention to, his mental power steadily increased little by little, but continued to break through. Along with this, there is an increase in magic power.

Through her powerful mental power, Bathsheda sensed the real existence of magic for the first time.

She was immersed in the endless ocean of magic, letting the wind brought by the waves bring the white clouds up and down. One second, I was swimming in the vast starry sky; the next second, it turned into rainwater and dripped into the sea under the gravity. When the air becomes thinner and suffocating, the undercurrent rushes into the sky again.

Time seemed to have become empty. Youmi felt the terror next to her and ran away quickly. Its eyes widened and it didn't understand why it could feel the terrifying storm breath from the wizard.

This is a communication that transcends matter and is far more primitive than emotion. The two people's mental powers merged without any hindrance, and the purple-black light group moved the other side with strength. This spiritual connection makes their relationship more complex and deeper.

The purple-black light became full of life in the waves, and Rogge was slowly able to control the spreading mental power. It is under its own control, a little bit restrained and a little calm.

The waves on the sea slowly subsided, and the bright white clouds were slowly driven out by themselves.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Bathsheda blushed with embarrassment. She lost a few buttons of her white shirt unknowingly and had no idea what happened.

But she felt that her condition had never been better. The wind blowing across her skin was so delicate that she could sense more things.

The two of them were stained by the ashes like the bottom of a pot. Rogge couldn't help but smile, and the cheerful voice quickly replaced the embarrassment in the room.

"I'll set up the tent."

"Um……"

Bathsheda didn't realize what was happening at all. When the sound of water came from the tent, she realized what Rogge was doing.

Yuumi quickly got into the tent and stayed far away from Bathsheda. The encounter just now caused an unprecedented crisis for him, and the Twolegs really wanted to rebel!

It rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in search of food, but could not find anything to eat several times. Looking at the water-filled bathroom next to it, it jumped in disgust and ran to the bed to wipe it clean.

"I really want to give the shit scraper a crazy scratch." Yuumi thought in her mind, sharpening her claws on a pillow.

"But he feeds me every day, isn't that good?"

"No, he didn't feed me today, and the quality of food has deteriorated a lot in the past few days," Youmi thought, unknowingly making many ravines in the pillow.

"Roger, how long do you want?" Bathsheda walked into the tent and looked at the steaming bathroom, feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Wait for me a little longer."

"Okay. Are you sure this is Eastern Europe?"

"Absolutely. The suburbs of Moscow must be in Eastern Europe. We just need to go west. If we follow the original route, we cross the sea to Norway, and then cross the Baltic Sea to reach the forests on the edge of Eastern Europe."

"Look, is it faster to use the Floo Network now than before?" Rogge's fingers traced across the glass, and a long route was particularly conspicuous.

"How fast?" Bathsheda snorted, still not wanting to admit defeat. She looked around boredly. Yumi met her eyes and immediately ran away.

She felt a little embarrassed and had nothing to say, "The principal also asked me to keep an eye on you to prevent you from being in danger."

"Danger?" Rogge's eyes flashed with curiosity, and he quickly asked: "What danger?"

"I don't know." Bathsheda shook her head, obviously not wanting to discuss this topic.

"If you don't tell me, I'll take a shower for a while."

"You?" Bathsheda's face froze. She felt that her skin was very uncomfortable and she wished she could get into the water now.

"I love bathing, my skin is good, la la la..."

A burst of singing came from the bathroom. Listening to his voice, Bathsheda couldn't help but think of the resonance of her spiritual power just now. She sat on the sofa with her body hot, and said helplessly: "Okay, I'm done with you, I'll tell you!"

"The principal found out that during the previous summer vacation, you would cause something he never expected."

"For example?" Rogge asked tentatively.

"For example, the ghost professor in the alchemy class, and things about the Magical Congress of the United States of America."

"He asked me to extend the expedition time as much as possible to prevent a student from going somewhere else on a whim and causing trouble."

Rogge pouted: "Trouble?"

It seemed that Dumbledore had an ulterior motive in having Bathshedda accompany him. He probably wanted to use his own itinerary to control Rogge's summer life.

He walked out of the bathroom in his bathrobe and used a wand to dry his hair. By the way, he looked at the panel and the data on it surprised him.

Roger Travis

Magic: 316/316

Mental strength: 158

Talents: Telekinesis, Elemental Heart, Dark Affinity, Strong Will, Night Vision...

"Spiritual power has increased so much? Mental induction?" He subconsciously diffused his mental power and faintly sensed a bright white light group around him.

"Yeah." Bathsheda's legs couldn't help but soften. She turned back and rolled her eyes at Rogge, then walked to the bathroom.

"Professor, I need help speaking..." Rogge smiled, with a joking tone in his tone.

She picked up the pillow and threw it at Roger, "No one is allowed to mention this matter after leaving here!"

"Which thing? Do you mean hitting me with a pillow?" Rogge teased, and Bathsheda stared at him helplessly.

The sound of gurgling water sounded next door, and Rogge fell on the bed, wondering about the connection between mental telepathy and what happened just now.

He subconsciously felt his mental power and vaguely saw a thin white cloud: "I seem to be unclean."

He fell asleep exhausted after thinking about it, and he was still sleeping until noon the next day, when the sunlight passed through the obstruction of the tent and shone on his face.

Yumi kept tapping Rogge's cheek with her paws, trying to wake up the sleeping master. It has not eaten all night, but its own poop shovel can still sleep without any worries?

"Could it be that after the two-legged beasts, the shovelers are also going to rebel?" Youmi thought dissatisfiedly, and couldn't help but increase her strength.

In his dream, Rogge seemed to see countless pairs of cat paws slapping him. He woke up instantly, and then was hit by Yumi for real.

"Okay, I'll feed you right away." Rogge apologized quickly, knowing that his negligence made Youmi hungry. After paying three cat strips and a portion of catnip as compensation, Yumi reluctantly forgave him.

He turned around and saw that Bathsheda was only wearing a white shirt and was studying the emerald stone draft at the desk.

"What's wrong?" He walked over and asked curiously.

"I feel the rhythm inside again." Bathsheda said excitedly. When she saw Roger's naughty eyes, she knocked on the table as a warning.

"You are not allowed to look around!" she criticized seriously, then immediately waved her wand and got dressed.

The originally bulging shirt was covered with a black robe, and Bathsheda's peak-like figure was completely covered.

"You have to study hard."

"Yes, Professor!" Rogge's answer was crisp and clear, with no joking in his tone.

But Bathsheda's face froze, and she always felt that there was something in his words, and there seemed to be some kind of evil intention hidden there.

With a straight face, she pointed at the glass brick and said, "I saw a scene where Tut stood in front of the emerald stone and translated a passage."

Her eyes became hollow, and then she spoke an unintelligible language, which seemed to be an ancient and mysterious spell.

"I saw Tut glance at me." Bathsheda swallowed, recalling that episode, with a hint of fear in her voice.

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in the glass brick in front of him, and the draft inside burned inexplicably.

"This..." The two people looked at each other and couldn't help but keep a distance from it.

The fire in the glass brick seemed to be burning in another space, and in the twisted air, the papyrus turned into ashes bit by bit. The ashes turned into green smoke and slowly rose, outlining a prehistoric scene.

In the scene, the slaves secretly stole a draft, and their master was furious and killed all the attendants. However, the draft was not found. No one realized that some fragments were mixed into the purified shroud.

"The other party is warning us." Bathsheda said with a hint of fear, "That is knowledge that we are not allowed to have access to."

Her tone revealed awe of the unknown power, an awareness that some kind of taboo might have been touched upon. Her hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, and Roger subconsciously held it, giving her warmth and comfort.

"The dead cannot interfere in our world." Rogge comforted, a smile appeared on his lips, and then said: "I have a copy here, a photo and what I copied."

Bathsheda grabbed him and shook her head: "Don't... I told you, that manuscript is related to Atlantis..." Her eyes were still full of worry.

"The priest who took away the emerald tablet may be a traitor." Rogge continued, looking at Bathsheda's flashing eyes, his tone was very firm: "Perhaps, when we find the sunken Atlantis, we can Lost magic found.”

"As long as you understand." Bathsheda nodded, patted her chest and took a deep breath, trying to calm down her emotions.

"For beings who can translate the Emerald Tablet, life and death are just a blurred line. They have tamed death rather than being taken away by it. They can come from the world of the dead at any time if they want."

"Let's go, we should go find Finnista." She said, not wanting this to affect Rogge, let alone getting him involved in danger.

Before, Bathsheda thought about taking Rogge to see the pyramids. But looking at the empty glass bricks, she felt that it was not a suitable place for exploration. The secrets hidden there were too dangerous, and she didn't want Rogge to risk them.

"Perhaps it would be good to explore the forests of Eastern Europe." Bathsheda walked in the forest, and the natural fresh air that greeted her made her feel relaxed and happy.

"As promised, you'll sleep outside the tent." There was a hint of persistence in her tone.

"But it was you who ran out last night!" Rogge retorted, "Besides, it started to rain."

"I, I came here to add firewood last night!" Bathsheda's mouth was very harsh, but the attraction of spiritual resonance made her unable to stop.

In this dense forest of Eastern Europe with no trace of civilization, they were far away from all the hustle and bustle, and the two of them moved forward day after day in the green wilderness.

It's hard to say who is primarily responsible. If Bathsheda had used the Floo network a little later, a series of things she had never imagined and experienced would not have happened. After finishing the research work at hand every day, she lived alone in a tent, always feeling empty in her heart. She could feel the powerful spiritual power outside, like the scorching sun, drawing her closer.

She warned herself every day that as a professor at Hogwarts, she must maintain her dignity as a teacher. But within a few days, she couldn't help her thirst for spiritual power and approached Rogge again. This spiritual guidance and resonance troubled her.

"What should I do when the summer vacation ends?" Bathsheda looked at Roger's face, as if she could hear his heartbeat, and whispered: "How about I resign, so that I don't have to disturb you anymore."

There was a trace of helplessness in her tone, and she carefully avoided her eyes. In the magical world, there are not many wizards who are proficient in runes, which is one of the reasons why she was able to enter Hogwarts to teach at a young age.

However, this spiritual resonance is far more alluring than other things. Bai Yun seemed to have left a mark on the deep sea, making her unable to help but look for Rogge to use his mental power.

Even, she could faintly feel Rogge's presence. The purple-black light group was low and mysterious. But in her heart, this was the wrong thing, especially since their identities were in some sense opposed to each other...

"Can you leave without my permission?" Rogge slapped her hard and raised her chin. There was a hint of firmness in his eyes, and his tone was gentle but unquestionable: "Don't worry, I will forget everything..."

"Impossible!" Bathsheda turned the Tiangang upside down and explained: "Even if you use a magic spell to forget the memory, this kind of spiritual power induction cannot be erased! Unless you can find a more powerful spiritual power than you."

"I'm afraid there are only legendary mythical characters."

"Oh, you are really confident!"

The breathing of the two slowly became synchronized, and just when they were about to resonate spiritually, a burst of laughter similar to that of a night owl suddenly came from the night sky.

"Shh!"" Rogge immediately covered the bonfire with sand, and the two of them were gradually immersed in darkness.

They knew that the forest was close to their destination, and Baba Yaga's chicken-leg cabin might appear nearby at any time. What's more, this is a magical forest, and other unknown dangers may be hidden.

The laughter from far away became more and more harsh, and one could tell that it was the laughter of a witch. The two looked at each other and understood that this might be the target of their trip: the witch Baba Yaga.

A glowing green stone cauldron floated in the night sky. Under the moonlight, a skinny old witch sat on it, laughing happily.

Rogge looked up. She was holding a broom and a stone pestle in her other hand, using them to constantly control the speed and direction of the crucible.

The two of them looked intently, and Baba Yaga fished out a severed hand from the green soup and chewed the boiled flesh with his wrinkled mouth. Bathsheda raised her wand, and Roger quickly held her down.