A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

After a whole day and night of tossing, Voldemort, with bloodshot eyes, finally gave up the idea of ​​taking out the Sorcerer's Stone from the box.

Because he realized that the magic blessed above was not any known spell at all, but another form of magic that he had never seen before. It was similar to "Teaching You Step by Step to Store Spells - Volume One" The rune combinations mentioned are somewhat similar.

But the problem is that from the time this book came out last year to now, he has basically been either plotting his resurrection or on the way to escape, so he has no time to calm down and study these things.

Not to mention deciphering the magic on the box, I couldn't even identify all the runes.

As for those Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years, they are basically insulated from the outside world and have no hope at all.

When I was young, I had only just woken up, and I still occupied the body of Gilderoy Lockhart, a liar. I didn't have much useful knowledge in my mind.

Seeing the Magic Stone so close but unable to get it, the Dark Lord was exuding terrifying hostility and murderous intent. Even the most loyal Bellatrix lowered his head and did not dare to say a word, for fear of his master's wrath. Take it out on yourself.

"We must find Soth! Only he knows how to get the Sorcerer's Stone!" Voldemort said in a slightly gloomy voice when he was a student.

"No! You are wrong! The top priority right now is not to find Soth, but to seize a piece of magic mercury to resurrect me first. Only in this way can we have the capital to meet and negotiate with him. Don't forget, he is not an ordinary person. The second-year student at Hogwarts is a monster with the blood of the Dumbledore family flowing through him."

When saying these words, the elder Voldemort's eyes flashed with a chilling light, and he obviously had his own plan.

Although he himself prefers to use the magic stone to resurrect himself and obtain a more powerful body.

But now, it's obvious that he can't care about that much anymore.

"Master, according to the information provided in the newspaper, there are exactly two pieces of magic mercury that are about to be auctioned in Paris, France. In addition, that is also the place where Soth last appeared."

August hurriedly handed over a copy of the Daily Prophet that he had brought out during the raid on the Ministry of Magic.

Since he was originally a spy, he was particularly devoted to intelligence gathering. Even after fighting, he never forgot to grab all newspapers, documents and other things, which finally came in handy now.

"Paris, France? We can just go and avoid the limelight. It is estimated that the Ministry of Magic has issued a wanted order for us, and there may be a large-scale search in the British Isles. It is obviously unwise to stay and start a war at this time. .”

Voldemort glanced at the contents of the newspaper and made a quick decision.

Because he knew very well that in the current state, he wanted to cause trouble in the British wizarding world with Dumbledore sitting under his control. He was simply out of patience with life.

On the contrary, the European continent is relatively safer.

With Dumbledore's character, he would definitely not leave Hogwarts easily, so going to Paris, France to get a piece of magic mercury first was definitely the right choice.

Soon, the Death Eaters took control of a few Muggle sailors and a small boat at a nearby port, and quietly embarked on a journey to the other side of the sea.

Since the average width of the English Channel is only 240 kilometers, and the narrowest Strait of Dover is only 34 kilometers wide, it took them less than two hours to leave the UK and appear in the suburbs of Paris.

Feeling the ubiquitous magical surveillance around him, the young Voldemort immediately said in a slightly mocking tone: "It seems that the commotion caused by the group of dark wizards in Berlin made the entire French wizarding world very nervous. Put up such a big battle. Maybe I can repeat the same trick and encourage or instigate the dark wizards gathered here to make them make some noise."

"You'd better not do this. Our goal is to seize a piece of magic mercury. If something goes wrong at this time and the auction is canceled, or Dumbledore is attracted, it will be more than worth the loss." The elder Voldemort Warning in a stern tone.

"We can grab an invitation for you, and then you can easily enter the auction site with the help of Polyjuice Potion." August suggested cautiously.

"Master! Leave this task to me! I swear on my life that I will get both magic mercury back for you."

Bellacritus's eyes flashed with madness.

At this moment, she couldn't wait to find a poor victim to cast the Cruciatus Curse and vent her twisted and morbid desires by torturing others.

Looking at the two men with very different personalities kneeling in front of him, Voldemort thought for a moment and quickly ordered: "Bellacritus, you will take the people to find a suitable target, then kill him and seize the invitation. Remember. , I hope this matter is carried out quietly in secret, instead of making it known to everyone, do you understand?"

"Of course! I promise to kill them all as quickly as possible, so that they don't even have time to scream."

Bellacritus licked his dry lips and smiled cruelly.

After she turned around and left with several Death Eaters, Voldemort turned his attention to August and said in a meaningful tone: "As for you, I have a more important task for you to handle."

"Please give me your orders."

August lowered his head humbly, not daring to meet his master's eyes.

"Go and find out all the news about Soth. If you find his residence in Paris, notify me immediately." Voldemort bent down and whispered into the Death Eater's ear.

"Understood."

August nodded hurriedly, and then used Apparition to disappear with his remaining companions.

Seeing that all the Death Eaters had left, the young Voldemort pointed at himself and asked, "Then what do I need to do now?"

"You? You don't need to do anything, just stay here with me and wait for news."

After saying that, the corners of the elder Voldemort's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of amusement, while his eyes revealed an extremely deep glint.

…

Just when the Death Eaters began to operate secretly in Paris, the entire British wizarding world exploded.

As the "Daily Prophet" robbed Azkaban Prison, two Dark Lords led a large number of Death Eaters to successfully raid the Ministry of Magic, and also stole the second Philosopher's Stone, which has the ability to resurrect the dead. The news was published on the front page, and the wizards who were still immersed in peace and tranquility were all shocked and collectively lost their voices.

Whether it was Lucius Malfoy, who once took refuge in Voldemort and later rebelled at the speed of light due to his downfall, or those who were on the front line against the Death Eaters, they all felt an unprecedented chill.

Especially Lucius, who knew some inside information last semester, felt cold all over and his hands and feet were cold at the moment.

Because he knew better than anyone else that Voldemort chose to go to Azkaban to rob the prison rather than directly send a summons signal. He clearly no longer trusted Death Eaters like himself who had escaped the Ministry of Magic's liquidation.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Dark Lord, he was already a traitor who deserved death.

For traitors among Death Eaters, there is usually only one end, and that is for the whole family to be killed, including newborn babies.

Therefore, Lucius did not dare to neglect at all and immediately sent an owl messenger to contact Zuo Si.

About a few hours later, he appeared via Floo in a luxurious manor on the outskirts of Paris, France.

"Good evening, my friend. I believe you haven't had time to have dinner yet, right? Just in time, come and have some with me. You know, French food is much better than British food. I really hope that Hogwarts can introduce some cloth Sparton’s menu.”

Zuo Si sat in front of a dining table filled with various delicacies and extended an invitation to the dusty Lucius Malfoy.

At his signal, a maid who had undergone strict etiquette training immediately spread out a napkin with a very pleasing movement, trying to spread it on the guest's lap.

But before he could get closer, the other party raised his hand and clearly rejected him.

Lucius obviously had no intention of eating at the moment, so he asked directly: "Do you know what happened in England?"

"Of course. Like the Dark Lord's comeback, and it's such a big thing, France has already followed the trend and reported it.

But I'm curious, what on earth are those idiots at the Ministry of Magic doing to get invaded so easily?

If I remember correctly, the Department of Mysteries claims to have a more rigorous magical defense system than Hogwarts.

But it turned out to be broken through so easily, as if it was undefended. "

While Zuo Si complained in a tone full of disdain, he placed a piece of fried foie gras on his plate and began to enjoy it.

According to the description in the newspaper, it only took less than half an hour for Voldemort and his Death Eaters to successfully retreat from the invasion.

During this period, except for a few brave Aurors who stood up and tried to fight the invaders at the beginning, but were ultimately defeated because they were outnumbered, the rest basically collapsed at the first touch and did not dare to confront these desperadoes head-on. .

Especially for a notorious Death Eater like Bellacritus, two or three people could often chase seven or eight wizards from the Ministry of Magic running around.

It was precisely because they created huge panic and chaos that they encountered no obstacles at all when they invaded the Department of Mysteries. It really gave people the feeling that mud could not hold up the wall.

"You can't blame them for their incompetence. You don't understand that it was two Dark Lords joining forces, and there were people like August who were familiar with the internal situation of the Department of Mysteries to lead the way. What's more, not long ago, Fudge also sent the most elite Arrogant Luo is sent here to protect your safety, and the protective power of the Ministry of Magic will inevitably become empty."

Lucius defended the British Ministry of Magic for the first time.

Compared with the current one-sided criticism and abuse of the current Minister of Magic, he knew very well that this was not Fudge's fault.

Especially the young Voldemort possessing Gilderoy Lockhart is probably related to the diary he threw to Arthur Weasley's youngest daughter.

Sweat flowed down Lucius's forehead at the thought that he had inadvertently contributed to the two Dark Lords joining forces, making the normally proud "white peacock" look panicked.

Zuo Si keenly caught this, swallowed the food in his mouth and asked with a smile: "How is the situation in the British magical community now?"

"The Ministry of Magic issued an urgent arrest warrant the next day, and Fudge was also impeached by the Parliament. If nothing else happens, he should step down soon.

Some people hoped that Dumbledore could serve as Minister of Magic and lead everyone to fight against the return of the Dark Lord, but he clearly refused.

Umbridge is working actively, hoping to take the position of Minister of Magic.

However, due to the loss of the Magic Stone, she was unable to maintain the interest relationships she had established with various families before, so she did not receive much support.

In short, the entire British wizarding world was frightened by the sudden appearance of the Dark Lord.

Many pure-blood families who once supported the Dark Lord are also preparing to make a move.

After all, for them, as long as they can obtain magic mercury, it doesn't really matter who has the magic stone.

Just the opposite!

With the concept of pure blood supremacy advocated by the Dark Lord, they would be able to gain more from it. "

Lucius told everything he knew in one breath, without any intention of concealing anything.

Because he knew that currently there were only three people in the wizarding world who had the strength to fight against Voldemort.

One of them is Gellert Grindelwald who is imprisoned in Nurmengard, one is Albus Dumbledore who is in charge of Hogwarts, and the other is the young man in front of him who has the deepest hiding and the highest potential for future growth. people.

Although Gellert Grindelwald's name is resounding throughout Europe, the Malfoy family has no contact or friendship with him.

Dumbledore was, to a certain extent, more of an enemy of Lucius and his family.

So in the end, the only hope still rests on Zuo Si.

What's more, the two reached a cooperation agreement last year.

"So... now everyone agrees that Voldemort has successfully taken away the Sorcerer's Stone and will be resurrected soon?"

Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of freshly squeezed grape juice from the manor's own grapes, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, then seemed to notice something, and immediately asked excitedly: "You mean, the Dark Lord hasn't gotten the Philosopher's Stone yet?"

"Of course not. Do you think I would hand over the Magic Stone without any protection or backup? In fact, the Magic Stone has never really been out of my control."

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his left hand and lightly grabbed it in the air. An inconspicuous black stone filled the gap between his thumb and index finger out of thin air.

Gudong!

Lucius, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, swallowed subconsciously, with a look of horror on his face.

He couldn't believe it in his wildest dreams. The thing that Voldemort had managed to grab with so much effort was so easily summoned by the young man in front of him, and was then thrown next to the table like garbage, placed next to the leftover bones. Together.

It seemed that in Zuo Si's eyes, this treasure, which could create magic mercury that could bring people back to life, was not as important as the ribs in front of him.

Especially when the soup and sauce splashed on the magic stone and left stains, Lucius almost had a compulsive attack. He rushed over to wipe it clean with a handkerchief, and placed it in a luxurious stone decorated with countless gems and gold. in the box.

Only in this way can it be worthy of the status of this treasure.

Zuo Si seemed to have done something trivial and continued: "As you can see, although the Dark Lord successfully stole the Philosopher's Stone from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

But he and his Death Eaters were unable to touch the Philosopher's Stone itself, and naturally they could not use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect themselves.

In other words, the worries of all the British wizarding community, including you, are meaningless.

Because the person you fear is still half-dead and does not have enough strength to make a comeback.

So there is no need to be so nervous and afraid, just do whatever you need to do. "

With the last word blurted out, Zuo Si returned the magic stone, which was covered in various soups and sauces, back to the box.

I don’t know what Voldemort will think when he sees the smell of onions, garlic and gravy emanating from the Sorcerer’s Stone...

The corner of Lucius's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he quickly asked in an uncertain tone: "Did you anticipate the Dark Lord's actions? And you also played with him?"

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and replied: "It's not just playing with the palm of your hand, but it's a little bit predictable.

After all, that guy had spied on the first Philosopher's Stone created by Nico Flamel last year, so it was only natural to keep an eye on the second Philosopher's Stone.

But what I didn't expect was that he could actually tolerate the existence of another self at the same time.

By the way, when you gave that diary to the youngest daughter of the Weasley family, you probably didn't know its true nature, right? "

"You know the diary?!" Lucius's face changed slightly.

He always thought that what he did was done perfectly and no one saw it at all.

"Of course I know. It was one of the most important Horcruxes of your former master. The fact that he could entrust this kind of thing to you for safekeeping shows his trust in you at that time. But who would have thought that the Malfoy family has many characteristics? But it never included loyalty. It was because you threw that diary into Hogwarts that the two Dark Lords finally joined forces."

Zuo Si told the truth of the matter straightforwardly, and watched with great interest the wonderful expression changes on the other party's face.

When Lucius learned the truth, he first revealed unconcealable shock, then fear, despair, and a heartfelt fear of Voldemort.

At this moment, he was finally sure that he would never be able to return to his identity as a Death Eater by relying on his repeated horizontal jumping skills.

Because just by throwing out important Horcruxes like garbage and creating chaos, Voldemort would never let him go.

After a long silence, Lucius immediately knelt down on one knee without hesitation and said in an extremely serious tone: "Your Excellency, please accept the allegiance of me and the entire Malfoy family. From now on, I will be your A most loyal and humble servant, willing to obey every command you give me.”

"Why, are you afraid now? When you were so smart and thought you could control the situation, did you ever think that such a day would come?" Zuo Si couldn't help but reveal a joking smile.

Even if you think about it with your buttocks, you know that the "White Peacock" is swearing allegiance at this moment just to find a backer for the family, so that he can have a place to protect his family when Voldemort takes revenge.

"I admit that I have committed the original sins of arrogance and greed." Lucius laughed at himself with a wry smile. "But I promise that I will be a useful servant and can help you solve many problems and troubles."

"Haha, let me wait and see. Until you show enough value, the agreement between us remains the same. I will protect your son Draco, but not the Malfoy family."

Zuo Si sneered and rejected the other party's idea of ​​hugging his thigh.

But Lucius obviously did not give up. Instead, he raised his head and continued to request: "I will prove to you the value of myself and the Malfoy family. But please give me a chance to perform!"

"Hmm - let me think about it, why not push Umbridge to the position of Minister of Magic as a test. If you can do this on your own, I will accept Malfoy's allegiance."

Zuo Si pretended to make the condition casually.

He was very curious about how big a disturbance this man in front of him could make in the British wizarding world.

"as you wish!"

Lucius put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then got up and returned to the British Isles with the help of floo powder.

Not long after the "White Peacock" left, Mrs. Caroline appeared in the restaurant with elegant steps.

She glanced around first, and then said in a half-joking tone: "The arrival of hope will not disturb your meal."

"Of course not. I like to chat while eating. Is there anything important about your sudden visit?" Zuo Si tried with a smile.

"That's it. The three magic mercury you gave me before, except for the first one that has been used, the remaining two will be put up for public auction soon. In order to ensure that we can win the trust of all buyers who come to participate, I hope to be able to attend and give my assurance in public.”

Caroline didn't waste time talking in circles and made her intention clear.

After several contacts, she has clearly realized that the young people in front of her do not like those red tapes, so she decisively chooses the most direct method.

"Isn't your prominent background and family reputation enough to reassure those buyers?" Zuo Si asked in surprise.

Caroline explained helplessly: "If it is an ordinary magic item or precious material, of course there is no problem. But if it is magic mercury that can bring people back to life, origin and family reputation alone are obviously not enough. Because There are many buyers who come to participate in the auction, whose status is no less prominent than mine, and this request is exactly what they made."

"Ah! I understand. Two portions of magic mercury cannot satisfy their appetite, so they want to meet me, the creator of the magic stone, and then try to get more from me."

Zuo Si was so smart that he guessed the other party's intention at once.

Any nonsense like guarantees are all lies.

Due to the special properties of magic mercury, there is currently nothing in this world that can imitate or even replace it. You can tell whether it is genuine or fake at a glance.

"I'm very sorry for causing you unnecessary trouble." An apologetic expression appeared on Mrs. Caroline's face.

But Zuo Si responded nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of showing up. By the way, if you don't mind, can you tell me where the magic mercury is used?"

"I gave it to the alchemist hired by the family for research."

Lady Caroline gave the answer generously.

Under the guidance of her grandfather, she understood that it was better to openly admit this kind of thing than to hide it.

After all, nothing could be researched in the end.

"Research?" Zuo Si couldn't help laughing when he heard the word. "If I guess correctly, those alchemists should not have been able to produce any results, right?"

Mrs. Caroline nodded bitterly: "Yes. After the magic mercury was taken out, it completely evaporated in less than twenty-four hours, and every drop was left.

No matter how hard the alchemists tried, they could not stop this process.

Maybe...this is the difference between genius and mortal.

You can create a second, more powerful magic stone, but they can't even stop the magic mercury from evaporating. "

"No, madam, this is not the difference between geniuses and mortals, but the gap in the field of knowledge. In addition, regarding the auction, I will attend on time."

After saying this, Zuo Si picked up a napkin and wiped the oil stains on the corners of his mouth, then stood up and walked towards the cellar.

"Thanks."

Caroline gracefully performed a skirt-lifting ceremony, raised her wand and disapparated directly to disappear.

While the maid and house elves were busy clearing away the uneaten leftovers on the table, Zuo Si, who returned to the laboratory, cast several spells directly on the only entrance to ensure that no one could break in.

After doing all this, he turned his attention to the black stone door located in the center of the room.

Different from ordinary portals, this portal exudes cold negative energy from the world of death from the inside out, and its surface is densely covered with twisted and struggling mortal souls.

These souls are blocked between the veil and the real world for various reasons. They can neither enter the world of the dead nor stay in the world of the living.

They are not ghosts who remain in the living world simply because they cannot let go of their obsessions, but are closer to ghosts, ghosts and other malicious spirits.

Obviously, Zuo Si is trying to tear a crack in the middle of the curtain by collecting these souls.

In fact, he had been very close to success in his first few experiments.

The only problem now is that there is no way to control the size and stability of the cracks.

If it is too small, people cannot pass it directly;

If it is too large, it will cause those souls who have not lost their memories to escape like a tide, causing unimaginable damage to the world of the living.

As for stability, it depends on whether you can return the same way after entering.

Although as a planeswalker, Zuo Si can travel between different worlds with the power of sparks.

But the problem is that the world after death obviously does not belong to the material world, or even a separate world, but is a shadow and appendage of the real world.

God knows what the consequences of using the power of the Spark over there would be.

Therefore, maintaining the stability of the portal has become a crucial matter.

I saw Zuo Si first checking the portal from beginning to end, as well as the soul states that were opening their mouths wide and trying to scream, and then injected magic energy into it.

In the blink of an eye!

Those ghosts that seemed to have been pressed the mute button suddenly let out a piercing scream. The terrifying sound directly shattered all the glassware placed on the table, and even the tables and chairs inevitably had cracks. .

There is no doubt that these sounds are not ordinary sound waves or noises, but an impact containing terrible negative energy.

If calculated according to the magic level of Faerun, this is basically equivalent to several mages above level 17, performing nine-ring necromantic magic [Banshee's Wail] together.

If there is a dense crowd around, a large number of people will die in minutes.

But Zuo Si acted like a normal person, directly blocking out these noises and focusing all his attention on controlling energy.

After about two or three minutes, accompanied by a piercing scream, a vague black curtain appeared in the middle of the black stone door.

Moreover, a hole of about two meters was cut in the middle of the curtain.

The next second...

Hooray!

A terrifying chill instantly blew out from the other side of the curtain, covering the entire room with white frost.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the result of the moisture in the air turning into a solid state instantly in an ultra-low temperature environment.

Holding back this terrifying ultra-low temperature that could freeze the soul, Zuo Si seemed to try to adjust the amount of magic energy input several times, until the entrance to the curtain became completely stable, then he took a long breath and quickly blessed himself. A lot of protective magic, and then walked in resolutely.

The moment one foot steps over!

A gray mist completely enveloped his eyes.

In the world of death, it is impossible to see anything more than ten meters away, and everything, including yourself, feels hazy and fuzzy.

Otherwise, there is no sound, no flash of color, just black and white intertwined.

At the beginning, I could still feel a bit of biting chill, but soon an indescribable numbness quickly swept through my body.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of random and absurd sounds began to play back in my mind.

"Where is this?"

"who I am?

"Where am I going?"

"Death! This is death! I'm dead!"

…

Through repeated confirmation and identification, Zuo Si realized that these sounds came from the thoughts of other wandering souls around him.

Since there is no sound in the entire world after death, and there is no way to communicate, these souls can only continuously release a weak telepathy to the surroundings to convey their thoughts.

However, it is not difficult to see from the numb faces and eyes that they are simply sending signals and have no ability to receive signals.

The reason Zuo Si was able to receive it was entirely because he brought his physical body with him.

In the process of releasing this signal, all souls are constantly consuming their own thoughts and memories, and eventually become blank souls like blank sheets of paper.

Following the mighty army of souls that emerged from nowhere, Zuo Si quickly came to the mouth of the abyss mentioned by Grindelwald, and was instantly shocked by the sight he saw.

Because it’s too big!

It's so big that you can't see the end at a glance, and its diameter is at least hundreds of kilometers.

And it seems to have an inexplicable attraction to the souls of the dead, with billions of souls circling around it.

Those who have not completely lost their memory are obviously more resistant to approaching the mouth of the abyss, so they always try to return to the outermost edge.

And those who have lost almost all their memories are like walking zombies, surrounded by large troops and jumping down together, disappearing from this world forever.

What exactly is down there?

Zuo Si's eyes flashed with strong curiosity.

In order to figure this out, he released an impactful spell directly at the army of souls wandering around the edge.

On the spot, more than tens of thousands of souls stumbled and fell, including many unlucky ones whose memories had not completely disappeared.

As a result, about three to five seconds later, a dazzling white light spurted directly from the bottom of the abyss, forming a pillar that shot straight into the sky.

"Oh - my God! This is... this is pure energy formed entirely by the precipitation of countless souls? How huge! How spectacular!" Zuo Si marveled in his heart.

He now finally understood what the source of magical power in this world was.

It’s not like Faerun’s magic web, which is part of the divine power torn from the two creation goddesses;

It is also not the world where the floating city of Plantia is located. The magical power comes from the core of the planet.

The magic of this world originates from the deep well formed by the accumulation of countless souls in this afterlife.

Whether it is those magical animals or the power in the wizard's body, it resonates with the energy overflowing here, eventually forming various magical effects.

The souls whose memories had not been cleansed just now were thrown into the deep well, and it immediately triggered such a strong resonance reaction, which is the most obvious evidence.

In other words, all spells are essentially soul magic in its purest form.

It also explains why emotions have such a huge impact on wizards' spellcasting, and why Gellert Grindelwald said that wizards' souls are different from Muggles.

After figuring out the truth, Zuo Si took out a blank card without hesitation, drained and exhausted all the energy in the mana pool, and finally succeeded in creating the most powerful land card to date.

[Land Card: Legendary Land—Entrance to the Deep Well of Souls]

[LV10 colorless card (can be upgraded)]

[Card quality: unique]

[Effect: When this card takes effect, it can provide three hundred points of general mana every day, and all spells and cards will resonate with emotional fluctuations. The more intense the emotion, the more it will increase.

Among them, anger, excitement, and angry emotions will increase the destructive power of offensive magic;

Reason and calmness will increase the duration of the spell;

Emotions of happiness, joy, and joy will double the positive energy magic such as healing;

Murderous emotions will strengthen spells related to immediate death and negative energy;

Love will increase the effectiveness of protective magic;

Curiosity will increase the success rate of exploration and prediction magic;

Strong desire will greatly enhance charm and control magic;

Negative emotions such as frustration, disappointment, fear, and anxiety will cause all spells to have a one-third chance of failure.

Note that only one of the above emotional effects can take effect at a time, and multiple emotions cannot be superimposed]

[Using this card does not require mana consumption]

[If the card effect is damaged or destroyed by other magical forces, it will automatically enter the graveyard and wait for rebirth for three hundred and sixty-five days]

Looking at the detailed description of the card in his hand, a satisfied smile appeared on Zuo Si's face, and he immediately turned around and followed the original path back to the world of the living.

Obviously, through this exploration of the afterlife, he has touched upon the deepest secrets of this world.

Moreover, the land card in hand is not the full potential of the Soul Well, it is only temporarily developed to the limit with the power of my Planeswalker Spark.

Just like the [Floating City Tower] that was originally made, after several upgrades, it has become a [Floating City], and the quality has also been upgraded from ordinary to precious at the beginning.

When the level of the planeswalker increases in the future and this land card is continuously strengthened, sooner or later the word "entrance" after "Entrance to the Well of Souls" will be removed.

As for how to make use of the immense soul energy in the deep well of the death world, Zuo Si has no idea yet.

If it is simply used as a source and supplement of energy, it is obviously too wasteful.

Similarly, he does not intend to use these soul energies to make himself the God of Death in this world, and he has no time to establish the order of the underworld and the afterlife.

After much hesitation, Zuo Si destroyed all the research materials and equipment and only hid the secret deep in his memory, planning to wait until he had a clue before talking about it.

Anyway, no one in this world has done any in-depth research on the world after death, so such a large well of souls would not escape if placed there.

What Zuo Si wants to do most right now is to try to practice controlling his emotions so that he can have corresponding sympathetic reactions when needed.

Obviously, this is not an easy task.

Because in most cases, emotions are responses to external stimuli and are beyond control.

And the more you try to suppress it, the more your emotions will bottom out like a spring, eventually leading to breakdown or depression.

But Zuo Si's purpose is not to suppress and control these emotions, but to amplify those originally small emotions through training.

For example, when fighting an enemy, try to think of something that makes you angry, and then imagine the other person's face as the person who makes you angry. In this way, you can use anger to strengthen the destructive power of offensive magic.

In the same way, emotions such as happiness, murderous intent, desire, etc. can also be stimulated when needed.

Simply put, it is a form of self-hypnosis.

If he could repeatedly switch between different emotions in an instant, then Zuo Si would become an extremely terrifying spell caster.

In order to do this, in the next few days, he was like a psychopath, sometimes angry, sometimes excited, sometimes calm, sometimes murderous, sometimes tender in his eyes...

The sudden change almost scared the maids and house elves in the manor half to death.

Fortunately, practicing transforming emotions did not make Zuo Si lose his mind. At least when he gave an order or asked for something, he would return to normal immediately.

This situation lasted until the day of the auction, when he calmed down a little and followed Mrs. Caroline to the scene.

Since those who came to participate in the bidding were basically prominent families in the European magic world, the location was set in a family castle very close to the Palace of Fontainebleau.

As soon as they walked through the main entrance, a man who looked older than Dumbledore came over and greeted with a smile: "Welcome, Mr. Soth. I am Caroline's grandfather, you can Call me Earl Richard.”

"Earl? Are you still a noble?" Zuo Si's eyes revealed a hint of curiosity.

Because the life span of wizards is generally ridiculous, and those with a little knowledge can easily live to be one or two hundred years old, so he is not sure whether the person in front of him has experienced the French Revolution, and is different from the confused Bourbon (physics) What does it have to do with Louis XVI, the last monarch of the dynasty.

"Haha, before the secrecy law was introduced, my family had always had deep ties with the French royal family, and was even granted a territory. Although the territory was later returned for some reasons, the title has always been retained." He claimed. The old man, Earl Richard, explained with pride.

Under his leadership and introduction, Zuo Si soon got to know many children of famous families.

But for some reason, he always felt like there was a pair of eyes among these people hiding in the dark to spy on him...