The office desk was neatly tidied up by Amost. To avoid damage, even the candle stand and their photo with Grandma Felena were moved to another place.
Before starting the action, he glanced at the opposite monitoring wall, Hogwarts was peaceful and there were no special incidents.
After a sigh, Amost went back to the bedside and retrieved his own travel suitcase, searched through it, and pulled out an oddly shaped candleholder.
The lower part of the candleholder is a voodoo doll with eyes the size of a baby's fist, grinning widely, with teeth that reach down to the earlobes. The doll's head is about half the size of its body, and its entire body is jet black, with a face so swollen that it's terrifying.
And the material used to make this doll, Amost did not want to delve into....
This alchemical item was purchased by him from a transaction market in the underworld, the seller being a wizard from Ouagadougou, Africa.
Among all the prosperous magical civilizations, Ouagadougou can be considered the most chaotic region. Probing into its reasons, it is probably due to the impact of the complex mundane social order in the local area.
To this day, many groups still exist there, living in a tribal form. These tribal leaders are usually shamans with long-standing heritages.
The tribal shamans still practice many magical methods that have been passed down from ancient times, which are incredibly cruel and bloody. Curses and sacrifices are their forte, and to be honest, even a wizard as powerful as Amost would not want to casually provoke these perverts.
On the top of the voodoo doll, the upper part of the candleholder is a transparent tube for holding candle liquid. As the doll has not been used yet, there is no trace of dirt in the tube.
Next, it's time to make the candle liquid.
Amost reached into the box again and, after a moment, pulled out a bottle of blood that was a deep crimson color.
This dragon blood comes from the Norwegian red scales dragon that Amost killed. At that time, he collected a lot of dragon blood, but he was afraid that if he released a large amount at once, it might arouse the vigilance of the Magic Ministry. Therefore, Amost has abundant dragon blood reserves on his body.
As we all know, fire dragons are almost treasures all over their bodies, especially the blood and nerves of dragons, which contain rich magic and are excellent raw materials for magical potions and casting spells.
He poured the dragon blood into the transparent tube at the top of the voodoo doll, observing the shimmering crimson mist that was swirling on the surface of the slightly rippling liquid. Amost nodded satisfactorily, then, it was time for a bit of sacrifice.
Amost shook his sleeves, revealing his arms. A dark silver light flashed in the dim air as the spurting blood, under the magic's influence, gathered into a sinuous stream and merged accurately with the dragon blood in the tube.
The ominous magic that dissipated in the office seemed to absorb light, and the candle holder on the bookshelf, which was originally bright and stable, gradually became darker, as if covered with dust.
Amost's expression was solemn, and two whirlpools seemed to be slowly swirling in his pale purple eyes. He constantly waved his wand, from which a gray light overflowed, and out of the wand came one black mark after another, resembling tadpoles. These tadpole-like runes seemed to have life, swirling in the empty space before Amost, leaving faint ink traces in the air.
"Go on --"
With Amost's authoritative command, the hundreds of tadpole-like runes dived toward the dragon blood mixed with Amost's blood.
Suddenly, an eerie zephyr swirled through the silent room, the tadpole-like runes propelling the blood to spin. On the concave surface of the liquid, blood-red sparks erupted, twinkling sporadically and looking incredibly ominous.
The magic that Amost was continuously injecting into it was like gray gas. Under the catalysis of his own magic power, the magic contained in the tadpole-like runes gradually fused with the magic in the blood, and the dragon blood gradually transformed from a fluid to a thick state. Just before the blood completely solidified, Amost pulled out a clump of hair from his head and threw it in. At this point, a crimson candle with a wick was finally made.
In the dimness, Amost wiped a nonexistent sweat from his brow, his shoulders relaxed slightly, but his expression remained unrelaxed.
"Peng!"
The lit candle burst out a flame that was nearly three feet high, with a golden color but a dim gray haze. From afar, it seemed as if there was a lush torch burning on the voodoo doll's head.
In theory, a candle burning at such a terrifying speed should burn out after only a few minutes, but this eerie candle's thick body did not shrink at all, as if it was not consuming the candle liquid and wick.
"It's all up to you..."
Amost's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he whispered something softly, then he stood upright in front of the voodoo doll, raised the tip of his wand to the sky, with a solemn expression and a deep tone that seemed more like making a solemn oath!
"I, Amost Brenn, freely accept the invitation from the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore, to take on the position of Assistant Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
"Zhong!"
The instant the vow was made, the air in the office suddenly trembled violently, a forceful and evil, oppressive curse that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly descended upon Amost. In his vision, he seemed to hear countless tortured and brutally murdered people screaming in agony just before their deaths!
At this moment, Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting behind a slender-legged desk in the circular office on the eighth floor, suddenly awoke from his contemplation. He turned sharply towards the direction of Amost's office. His solemn and piercing azure gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of walls, watching Amost's actions as if he were there in person.
The curse that Voldemort cast upon Amost's body was immediately transferred by the substitute thing that Amost had prepared. However, as soon as the actual curse entered the voodoo doll's body, it sensibly realized that it had been deceived.
A roar of anger resounded in the void, and the curse power imbued with terrifying magic instantly formed a dark bubble that expanded rapidly and wrapped around the voodoo doll. After that, it quickly approached Amost!
As the magic to substitute for the curse was about to fail, Amost did not panic. He flicked his eyelids, and his slightly furrowed brows added a sense of authority to his cold expression. Just as the dark bubble was about to break through to within two feet of him, Amost suddenly pulled back his raised right hand, and the tip of his wand firmly met the solidified curse power!
"Hu!"
The expanding curse and the powerful magic that Amost's wand tip was continuously spraying collided, forming a relentless gale that swept through the entire office. Every inch of space was filled with gray sparks that flickered for an instant.
Even the monitoring wall screens flickered continuously due to the volatile magic field that encompassed the entire floor.
The mysterious vortex in Amost's eyes began to spin again, and he was bathed in a layer of thin and imperceptible faint light. The magic that the wand tip absorbed was like a typhoon amidst the raging sea, with each wave being stronger than the last!
As time went by, the bubble formed by the curse power began to lose its edge. It slowly shrank, inch by inch, being forced back into the body of the voodoo doll.
And in the instant it completely disappeared, a fine crack appeared on the voodoo doll's high, sneering nose, and the fierce magic fire, which had been burning so vividly, suddenly seemed to be struck by something heavy. In a flash, the height of the flames was reduced to one-third of their original size.
In the circular office, Dumbledore Principal sat with a faint smile on his lips, unconsciously stood up, and then slowly sat back down. His hand was already on thefox's paw when he stood up.
And Professor Lohat, who was also on the third floor of the office, had been yawning and rubbing his eyes, preparing to go to sleep in the staff dormitory. He didn't know why he suddenly stopped and felt that his tired and irritable body seemed to have come to life for some reason. It was as if he had drunk a can of energy supplement!
"Oh, lucky little Nicca!"
Lohat smiled happily and returned to his desk, pulling out a beautiful peacock feather pen from the penholder, and began to write frantically.
"Congratulations on receiving my reply a day earlier!"
.....
"Quite difficult to deal with, indeed..."
In the disordered room, Amost stared at the wrinkled voodoo doll, finally revealing a relaxed smile. . .
P.S.: I apologize to everyone. I have to submit a bid on Tuesday, so I need to stay up late to work on the bid document tonight. I can only provide one update on Monday, and I will make it up when I have time.
